“Ned if i fail this test I swear I will jump off the Empire State Building,” Peter walked out of the elevator, Ned’s voice following him through Friday as he entered the kitchen, not catching the rogues sat in the living room.
“Peter, stop being dramatic, you’re not gonna fail,” Ned laughed.
“We’ve gone through multiple practice tests and I’ve failed every single one, imagine how the real one’s gonna go, I’m gonna fail, and then I’m gonna get kick out of school,” Peter shrugged his backpack off, throwing it to the side and swung the fridge open, when he didn’t find anything appetising he moved on to the pantry.
“Just study more, you’ll be fine, you’re not gonna get kicked out of school for failing one test,”
“Yes I am, this test is worth 60% of our grade so if I fail I won’t be top of our class anymore, which has like, never happened, if it does I’ll throw myself out of a window and not catch myself,” he grabbed the big carton of gold fish and poured them into his mouth as he was speaking, making what he was saying almost intelligible.
“Peter, you need to chill, we both know you’re not gonna fail and you’re just over thinking it,” Ned reasoned.
“No, I’m definitely gonna fail, I’m gonna go homeless, I’m gonna have to sell sexual favours on the streets, how do you even do that Ned? Do you just walk up to someone and say ‘hey want a blowjob?’ Or would that get me arrested?” Ned was now cackling at his friends dramatics as Peter hopped up onto the counter and reached into the back of the cupboard where he hid his gummy worms.
“Right, answer this question,” Ned read out a question and listed the answers.
“It’s b, right?”
“No, d,”
“See, I’m gonna fail,” Peter groaned, throwing his head back as he chewed on a gummy worm.
“That’s just one question though, you might get the rest of them right on the real thing,” Ned reasoned.
“I’m gonna kill myself I swear to god!” Peter swung the fridge open and took out the milk, not bothering to get a cup and drank it straight out of the carton.
“So dramatic, I swear to god,”
“I want you to think of me everyday for the rest of your life when I pass over,”
“You’ve never failed a test a day in your life, I don’t think you’re gonna start now,” Ned sighed.
“Way to add to the pressure Ned, now all I’m thinking about is ruining the streak I’ve had since the first grade,” Peter put the carton back in the fridge a ate some more goldfish before hopping up onto the counter, “I’m gonna start doing coke to stave off the hunger when I end up on the streets, sleeping in a dumpster with a bunch of raccoons as roommates,”
“The test isn’t until last period tomorrow, you have plenty of time to study until then,” Peter jumped back onto the floor and picked up his backpack, preparing himself to begin studying for his worst subject, but when he turned around, about to head to the dining table, Peter was met with an imagine that made his heart stop.
“Friday, end call,” Tony glared at Peter from his seat on the couch as Peter awkwardly smiled at the rogues.
“Whattt? Hey guys, when did you get here?” Peter tried to play it off, like the avengers hadn’t just witnessed his meltdown.
“I told you I had a meeting today Peter,” Tony sighed, walking over and taking his bag from his hands and shoving him towards the living room.
“Sit,” Tony demanded, pointing to the chair.
“I know you had a meeting but I assumed it was gonna be in a meeting room, where meetings are usually held, not the living room, and anyway, I would have had to walk past to get to my room so they would have seen me anyway,” Peter defended himself.
“You better watch your attitude, maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, you would have seen them before you started ranting to Ned about things i quite frankly don’t want to repeat,” Peter sat in the chair facing the avengers whilst Tony sat on the arm.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but we decided to have the meeting up here to avoid being seen by civilians,” Tony said as he opened up peters backpack, going through it to look for any permission slips knowing Peter would forget to give them to him.
“Uh, tony? Who’s this?” Steve asked.
“This is Peter,” Peter waved.
“Okay, and who exactly is Peter?”
“I live here, sometimes,” Peter replied.
“Peter stop talking!” Peter nodded and went back to sitting in silence. “Why do you never give me these?” Tony sighed, took a pen out of his pocket and signed the slip before putting in back in his bag.
“Tony, can we please finish this meeting?” Nat asked, eyes flicking over to Peter for a second before returning to Tony.
“There’s not much left to discuss, your rooms have stayed the same, you’re on house arrest, you aren’t allowed in the penthouse or my lab without explicit permission and everything else is the same,” Tony explained, casually throwing his arm around peters shoulders.
“House arrest?” Steve frowned.
“It’s either that or the raft Rogers, take your pick,” Steve backed down but the frown didn’t leave his face.
“When can we move in?” Sam asked.
“Now if you want, I don’t care,”
“Can I go to my room?” Peter asked, he was getting bored.
“No,” Peter rolled his eyes and glared at nothing when Tony cuffed the back of his head.
“What kid asks to go to their room?” Clint laughed.
“A kid that would rather not be here,” Peter deadpanned, smirking when Clint’s expressed faulted.
The rogues hashed out a couple more details before Tony was dragging him into the elevator to take them to the common floor.
The ride was definitely awkward, nobody knew exactly who Peter was but they had all assumed Tony had been hiding a son from them all this time, this though hurt Steve, he thought they were friends but clearly he got it all wrong.
Later than they would like, the doors opened and they all walked out onto the common floor, the avengers realised nothing had changed as they all looked around, almost everything was the same.
“Everything’s where it used to be, kitchens fully stocked and the tv is loaded with whatever you want, any questions?” Tony looked around.
“Yeah, just one, who’s Peter?” Clint pointed at the boy.
“It’s none of your business, you shouldn’t have even seen him I just didn’t think this through,” realising Peter was wondering off, Tony grabbed Peter by the hood and pulled him against his chest, wrapping an arm around him to keep him still.
“Of course they were gonna see me, I literally have to walk past the living room to get to my bedroom,” peter furrowed his eyebrows.
“Yeah, yeah, stop being a smart ass, anyways we’re leaving, someone has a history test to study for,” Peter rolled his eyes and followed Tony to the elevator.
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“Why didn’t Tony tell us he had a son?” Steve asked, when the elevator doors closed.
“Maybe he didn’t know about him until recently, he wasn’t around when I was undercover as his assistant,” Nat said, sitting on the couch.
“Do you think he’ll ever let us actually talk to him?” Sam wondered.
“Probably not, he doesn’t exactly like us at the moment so I doubt he’d let his son hang out with us,” Clint replied, jumping onto the couch besides Nat.
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“Now what’s this about you selling sexual favours on the street?” Tony smirked.
“Oh my god!” Peter blushed as he ran upstairs and slammed his door.
Later on Tony would be found re-watching the footage of peters meltdown, laughing harder than he ever had before.