Is this what a family feels like?
Chapter 5: Is this what a family feels like?
When Tony arrived in the room at 1pm, he took a cup of coffee and turned towards Peter, who was unaware of his presence. Sipping it, he continued to stare at the teenager until he noticed.
Not creepy at all. Meanwhile, Peter had taken a long, hot, steaming shower, chatted some more with Natasha and Clint, just chilled, wasted time and was presently being confronted by Ned and MJ's texts.
1:59 Tuesday
Guy in the chair (Ned): DUDE?
WHAT'S GOING ON? WHERE ARE YOU
DID THEY FIND YOU?
PETERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
YOU LEFT AND THEY FOLLOWED YOU
YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT
ANSWER YOUR PHONE
God, I sound like my mom
I gotta get to class at 2:05 but ANSWER.
YOUR. PHONEEEEEE
3:06
Guy in the chair (Ned): IM LEGIT GETTING WORRIED
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!
PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOUR DEAD
WHATS GOING ON
PETERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
4:15
IF YOU DON'T ANSWER I'M SENDING MJ ON YOU
HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
PETERRRRRRRRR
ima spam you till you reply
peter
peter
peter
peter
peter
peter
NOOOOO
MOM IS TRYING TO TAKE AWAY MY
PHONE FOR TEXTING AT DINNER TABLE
BEFORE I GO,
PLEASE BE ALIVE
COME BACK
REPLY
REPLY
SHE'S ABOUT TO TAKE IT
LET ME KNOW UR NOT DEAD
R U OKAY? SERIOUSLY DUDE
PETTERRRRR
RRRREEEEPPPLLLL (his plea to Peter, begging him / screeching at him to 'reply' was cut off by his mum taking his phone)
8:43 Today
Guy in the chair: I got my phone back before school
you're not in school (obviously you already knew that, 2)
I swear to god if u dont reply-
bro seriously
JUST TYPE THE LETTERS 'H' AND 'I' AND THEN UR DONE
SAY SOMETHING
PETER PARKER
Peter widened his eyes, clearly overwhelmed.
1:07 Today
Peter-man (Peter): I'm alright dude
sorry, can't really talk rn
ill explain l8er
I'm in avengers tower, I got a MASSIVE room
and they haven't killed me. Yes, they know
my identity. I'm not being tortured into saying this
Yesterday 12:56
Scary Lady (MJ): where are you?
are you okay?
NOT MY WORDS
Ned has been bugging me constantly
Anyway, SO I CAN TELL NED, where are you, are you okay,
please dont be dead, im really worried so answer RIGHT NOW
NED
NED IS REALLY WORRIED
NOT ME
Peter-man (Peter): I'm flattered by your care
Scary Lady (MJ): I SAID IT ON NED'S BEHALF
I dont give a flying crap about you.
loser
Peter-man (Peter): Oh, well thats nice to hear
I take it as a compliment, considering it's from you
Scary Lady (MJ): Well dont -.-
Answer the questions
Peter-man (Peter): 🙃
Scary-Lady (MJ): you know what?
leave it
I'm pretty sure ned asked you himself at some point and
ill just ask him for the answers
Peter-man (Peter): Y'know what I'm wondering? You
said you were asking on NED'S behalf , right? So
you dont care. But why are you asking ned for the answers to the
questions that you dont want to know? HA
Peter was smirking at his phone when a voice cleared it's throat, making Peter's head whip up. "Mr. Stark?"
"Who ya texting?" He asked casually, sipping at his coffee.
"Uhh..."
"Whats her name?" He then asked, innocently.
"Well...- wait- HEY!" A blush made it's way to Peter's cheeks whilst the man chuckled before putting his coffee down and clapped his hands, loudly.
"Okay, well, I'm not here to talk about teenage love. You're a straight A student at midtown, am I correct? Thought you might be fascinated to see my lab." He said, eye flashing challengingly at the gaping teenager, daring him to object. "Not going to refuse this once in a lifetime offer? Great! Follow me, kid."
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Before Peter knew it, he was following the billionaire into an abnormally fast elevator.
"Do me a favour? Don't let your little head of yours explode. The paperwork would be horrendous. The worst part is, I can't get Pepper to do it, I would have to do some myself," shuddered the man. Peter was about to ask him what he meant before the doors opened and he honestly thought his head would explode. 'Awesome,' Peter thought, but he obviously said it aloud as the man smirked, giving the awestruck boy a pat on the back as he strode into the room. Snapping out of his flabbergast, Peter quickly hurried after Tony. There were a few expensive-looking sports cars along the left wall, more for showcasing rather than driving. Along the back wall were a few cased (?) iron man suits, the rest of the room filled by workbenches, tools, and floating holograms which let off an icy blue glow into the darkness. There was one which caught Peter's eye. It was large and orange, small pieces of it sort of... moving? spinning? hovering? around it. Peter had no idea how to explain it. He jumped out of his skin when it spoke. "Hello, Boss. Welcome back. Hello, Peter. Welcome to the lab." As it spoke a few more of the orange floating things moved. Peter widened his eyes in awe as Tony wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Peter? I don't remember naming you... Peter. Bleh. So unoriginal. Jarvis, save him into the system by another name."
"What name would you like, Boss?" It asked in a British accent.
"How about... Spider-...ling? Crime-fighting spider? Spider-boy?"
"I'm... Spider-man." Tony ignored Peter as he continued to list suggestions out loud, projecting his thoughts out.
"May I suggest something, Boss? I detect it may be of assistance." Rang out the A.I.
"Take it away, Jarvis."
"Considering you have given him access to your lab and he has access to the rest of the tower-"
Wait, he had access to the WHOLE TOWER? Sick! Peter had to tell Ned after- wait, no. probably not. he would most definitely faint.
"-I think 'mini boss' may suit his authority."
"Hmm... nah. Not yet-"
WAITTTTTTTT
NOT YET? Peter would totally tell Ned after, he didn't care if he fainted anymore.
"-and he's only allowed in here with me - when we look at his underoos, or whatever." Shrugged the man. Peter was about to defend his suit, which Mr. Stark had quite freely called underoos when a bulb lit above the billionaire's head. "UNDEROOS! Jarvis change his name to underoos."
"Name officially changed to underoos. You may continue in the lab, boss."
"Anddddddddd...." he drawled.
"You may continue in the lab, boss. Have fun in the lab, Underoos. I hope you enjoy your first visit."
Tony released a bark of laughter whilst Peter glared at him.
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This. was. so. cool! Tony had given Peter a small workbench in the corner to work on an old, rusting, abandoned repulsor prototype. He had gotten it to spark and sparkle a few times but he couldn't figure out how to get it fully working yet. Mr. Stark meanwhile was working on god knows what in the middle of the room on a massive workbench. AC/DC thunderstruck was blasting through some of the built in speakers in the wall, Mr. Stark lightly tapping his foot and bobbing his head to it. Tony had called midtown a few times, done a few impersonations, said a few lies and had manage to get Peter out of school for the rest of the week. He had bribed the orphanage with money to keep Peter running away private and had done some hacking with Jarvis to remove Peter from the records and from the system. His new home was the tower now (Peter obviously didn't know any of this) and they did all of this for the sake of keeping their lives and keeping Natasha without murder on her criminal record. Peter didn't know who wanted to adopt him, the avengers didn't either as they couldn't care less. The main thing in that aspect was that the group of people had, like Romanoff wanted, gotten them out of the concept.
The music lowered.
"Hey Petey-pie, give me your shooters."
"I... What?"
"You said you used web-shooters, y'know, in your interrogation. Give me 'em."
"Why?"
Tony just kept his eyes glued to his work, arm now held out, palm facing up expectingly. He wiggled his fingers whilst Peter hesitated. "Don't be so dramatic. You'll get 'em back. I need them for a bit. 'To help with what i'm building."
Without much choice, Peter slipped them off his trembling wrists, took a few, long, shaking steps towards the man and dropped them in his hand. He watched longingly was Mr. Stark's fingers wrapped around them.
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Tony threw the web-shooters at him across the table where the avengers were eating.
"OI!" screamed Clint as a few strands of web landed in his spaghetti. Tony shrugged.
"Just returning whats not mine."
Steve caught the shooters out of reflex. "Oh, I'm sorry, uhh..."
As he went to give them back to Peter, he by accident pressed the trigger and covered Bruce in webbing.
"This is so unsanitary!" He moaned, picking a strand out of his hair between his index finger and thumb.
Before Peter knew it, a war broke out. He was like the piggy in the middle as his web-shooters got thrown about, each person in turn covering themselves, the room and their food in the sticky substance.
"What the...-? wait, WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON HERE? WHO PUT THAT... STUFF ON MY SEAT!?"
Natasha had walked in the second Peter got his web-shooters back. Her glare softened when she saw Peter there. She looked at the innocent looking boy, holding the invention, his wide eyes looking into her now calm ones and the rest of the team pointed at Tony.
She followed the pointed fingers towards the cowering man.
Yeah, maybe she would get murder on her criminal record...