Spiderlike
It was a horrible day to be Peter Parker. New York was not known for its warm weather, and unluckily for Peter, spiders can’t thermoregulate.
So yeah, if he didn’t get home fast, he was probably going to go into hibernation.
He was in his Spider-Man suit, as it had a heater, but it wasn’t enough for Peter.
He thought his spider-related problems were over, but apparently, after coming into contact with a spider, there were more things in store for him. For one, he had extreme urges to just be a spider. Climb on walls, sleep in web hammocks, and, unfortunately, use his new venom.
The fangs were retractable (thank god for that), but they were triggered by stress, so it was only a matter of time before someone found out.
The thing was, it was like an unbreakable cycle. The other Avengers (not Mr Stark) thought it was weird and creepy when he crawled on the walls or ceiling, or used his webs. But not using them caused stress, making his fangs come out. BUT if he could get away with crawling on the ceiling or making a web-bed, the stress of being caught made, you guessed it, the fangs to come out.
Honestly, it was only a matter of time before he snapped at school and bit someone.
He hopped through the window into the common room, thankful that he had had a pretty good day, so his fangs were retracted.
Tony was lying on the couch, on his phone. He looked up when the teenager entered the room via the window.
“Hey kiddo!” He said, happy to see the (his) kid. “You ready for testing day!”
Peter looked up in alarm and then remembered, and groaned internally. Of course.
One of the main conditions to being am enhanced superhero under the accords was that if you wanted to have a secret identity, you had to register all enhancements so that the UN could make sure there wasn’t any super-enhanced maniacs running around unchecked.
“Uh, yep!” Peter said, trying to sound cheery. There was no way to hide things now. Tony and Bruce were running the testing.
They walked down to the gym.
“Alright, lets start with a few questions, and if you don’t know the answers, we can test them.” Bruce said, smiling at the excitable teenager.
“Ok.” Peter replied.
“Now you have super-strength, right? How much do you know you can lift?”
“15 tons.” said Peter confidently. He ignored the look of worry Tony gave him.
“And you know this for sure?” Bruce asked, writing something.
“Yes.”
The questions continued on for a while, ranging from how often he patrolled, to the maximum engagement he had while taking down criminals.
Until the dreaded questions about his enhancements began.
“Where did you acquire these powers, Peter?” Bruce asked, actually looking interested in the answer, Tony’s expression mirroring his.
“On a field trip to Oscorp, a radioactive spider escaped and bit me.”
Tony looked like he was going to explode.
“Only one more question Peter. Can you give us a list of your enhancements?” Bruce said, not unkind.
“Uh, Super strength, Ability to stick to any surface, Ability to jump super high, sixth sense, and um..” he trailed off, avoiding the question.
“Is there something else Peter?” Bruce asked, seeing his obvious discomfort at the question.
“Yeah.” Peter said softly looking down.
“Buddy, its ok.” Tony said matching his tone. “We won’t judge you.”
He let out an embarrassing sob. he didn’t even know when he had started crying.
He managed to pull myself together enough to speak.
“They do judge me dad!”
Peter didn’t even realise what he had called him.
Tony’s face went from shock (about Peter calling him Dad), to confusion (who is they?), and then finally, anger.
The rage was clear in his face, and Peter sobbed out an apology.
Tony’s face softened.
“Not you bubba, I’m not mad at you.” He said, calming Peter down.
Peter looked up at him adoringly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to ruin what you think of the-“
He was silenced by Tony pulling him into a hug. He latched on and sobbed into Tony’s shirt.
“Do they bug you about your powers Petey?” Tony asked, rubbing circles on Peter’s back.
Peter pulled out of the hug to look up at Tony’s face.
“I mean-not really. Sometimes they say its creepy and I guess a few times they told me I was weirdo. Oh and there was that one time-“ He paused for a breath and to look to see if it was ok to continue.
Tony nodded so he kept going.
“I mean once I was on the ceiling and uh- they told me I wasn’t allowed to use my powers around them because it was creepy and weird. But that’s not really-“
“Peter that is bullying. Did they… ever get physical?” Tony asked hesitantly.
Peter looked down, ashamed.
“A bit.” He whispered, before breaking into sobs.
“Oh Peter. Petey that’s abuse. You never deserve that. Ever. I love you kiddo, and that includes your powers.”
They held each other for a bit, until Peter calmed down, and turned back to Bruce, who was looking a little green.
Bruce came forwards and sat next to Peter.
“Buddy, this might be hard to answer, but do you feel scared or anxious around the other Avengers?” He asked.
“Sometimes. Mainly Steve and Scott and Hawkeye and Wanda. They are the only ones who tried to hurt me. And Wanda tried to go inside my mind.” He said truthfully.
“Bud, you might not be comfortable watching these but we might have to watch the tapes to see exactly what happened, OK?”
“OK, its alright.”
Tony twisted away and looked up a bit.
“FRIDAY, pull up all evidence of the Avengers abusing Pete.”
“Pulling up 103 files, Boss.” FRIDAY said.
Tony whirled around.
“103 TIMES!” He said aggressively, scaring Peter.
He apologised.
“Peter, you stay here with Bruce. If you can, tell him the last thing. I have some Avengers to deal with.” Tony said, striding out of the room, not after placing a soft kiss on Peters forehead.
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WITH THE AVENGERS.
The common room was mostly full of Avengers. Clint, Natasha and Bucky were playing Mario Cart, and the others were at the table having a snack, and chatting.
They stopped talking when Tony walked in, obviously aggravated.
“Hey, what is it?” asked Wanda. “Is it a mission?”
“For me, maybe.” Tony snorted, before staring at the culprits.
He pointed to them.
“Get out of my house.”
They looked confused.
“Tony, what is happening?” asked Bucky, who had paused their game.
“These idiots just landed their asses in jail, that what happened.”
Cries of outrage filled the kitchen until Steve yelled out.
“On what charges!”
“Property Damage, Manslaughter, and Child Abuse.”
“WHAT! NONE OF THIS IS TRUE! YOU ARE A SELFISH IDIOT STARK!” Wanda said, outraged, red wisps floating from her fingertips.
“Uh uh Wanda. If you attack me your sentence will be doubled. Bye-bye.” He called after them, after the SHIELD agents came and took them away.
He turned to the others.
“No-one hurts my fucking kid.”