Decathlon Team Visits The Tower And MJ Didn't Even Have To Threaten Peter - Thanks May
They do end up having a meeting at the tower. But, Peter insists, only because May's out of town.
The team slowly files into Stark Industries' lobby, where Peter was talking animatedly with the receptionists before the first of them arrived. From then he'd engaged the team in conversation and answered questions, a smile ever present on his face.
When the last of them arrives, he stands up from his chair and stretches.
"Right. Now we all have to go in the elevator. I promise it won't snap like the Washington one," he jokes and they follow him in.
They're in front of Peter's bedroom door. Peter opens the door, takes one look at it, and quickly slams it closed. He turns and stares at the team. They stare back.
"I don't have any furniture on the floor." There are few laughs and Peter sighs dejectedly in defeat.
"Which means we'll have to go to the common room. Unfortunately, Avengers. Fortunately, pop-tarts," is all he says before leading them back into the common room.
They get a good half hour in before something happens. ("Something was bound to happen eventually," Peter grumbles.) Someone mentions they're hungry and there are murmurs of agreement, so Peter gets up and leads them to the kitchen, hungry himself. Before anyone can even think about looking for food though, they're met with the sight of Hawkeye crouching on a counter, hoarding snacks into his arms. Peter flips on the lights with the look of a stern and disapproving mother.
"Clint." It's just a name, and yet it floods with parent-scolding-a-child energy. Clint turns around, caught in the act.
"Yes?" he tries.
"No," Peter corrects.
"No," Clint mumbles and starts putting the snacks back. Peter sighs.
"You can keep one."
"Yessir!" Clint gives a mock salute, and then jumps into the vent above the fridge.
"Wow," Ned breathes out. "You totally just pulled a Dad on actual Hawkeye." Peter sighs and moves to the cabinet Clint had messed with.
"He knows he's not supposed to. Also, he's literally a Dad himself." He gathers up the snacks Clint had previously been stealing and whirls around with a grin.
"If you guys want anything different or more, tell me now!"
They get another ten minutes and a bunch of delicious, cheap, actually shitty but enjoyable snacks, before something else happens.
The elevators ding and soon Natasha is walking up to them. "Hey Peter, and Peter's ... friends?"
"Hey Auntie Nat! Yeah, these are my friends and Decathlon team! Also, they know about the spidering!" They choose to ignore Peter has just called Black Widow 'Auntie Nat'. One of their wisest decisions.
A cruel, teasing smile crosses Natasha's face.
"Oh really? So this means I can tell them embarrassing Peter stories and Spider stories?"
"Auntie Naaaat! I thought we were spider buddies! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Peter whines. Natasha ruffles his hair and sits down next to him.
"Absolutely, which is why I will be upping your training difficulty." Peter pouts and Natasha turns to the team.
"So, for starters, you must know that Peter falls off the ceilings a lot because he likes to take naps on them." MJ smirks and holds out her hand.
"Oh, I think we're going to get along well." Natasha smiles and shakes her hand.
"MJ, I presume?" Peter groans.
"God has abandoned me. You two better not make my life a living hell."
Twenty minutes later, and his life was a living hell. Everyone had exchanged Peter stories, Natasha and MJ sharing the most. Peter was so red he might actually overheat, and he had his face hidden in his hands. Natasha tells another story, and Peter gets up and walks away. He walks onto the wall and ends up sitting criss cross applesauce in the corner on the ceiling, facing away from the group. He was totally sulking.
"Oh! This reminds me of that one time -" Peter banged his head on the ceiling.
Bruce walks in a few minutes later.
"Uh, hi kids and Nat," he greets and is met with a chorus of "Hi Dr. Banner"s, which made him smile with pride and a happiness he tried and failed to bite down. He took one look at Peter - who had changed his position on the ceiling to face the team, his head resting boredly on one hand, elbow pressing into his leg - and turned back to Natasha, his smile still somewhat present.
"Why's he sulking?" Natasha grins.
"Telling embarrassing stories about him." Bruce laughs.
"Just wait until Tony gets here." Peter's eyes widen and he gasps.
"Ah, a great idea!" Natasha claps her hands together.
"Friday, be dear and remind Tony Peter's team is here?" Peter lands on his feet with a thud, and he looks desperately at the ceiling.
"Please don't tell Mr. Stark, Friday!"
"Who?" Peter's eyes widen.
"Tony?" He tries.
"Nope!" Friday says and if she had a face she'd be grinning in amusement. Peter pauses.
"Okay, guess I'll just tell-"
"Dad?" Peter croaks out.
"Oh! That's who you're talking about! But I'm afraid I have to tell him, Peter." He hangs his head with a sigh as his team erupts in laughter. Oh man, he was so dead.
Tony walks into the room with the biggest shit-eating-grin known to humankind (Loki held the title for all other species). His hair was disheveled, he was covered in grease and motor oil, his stained mug was filled with obviously cold, and he had deep bags under his eyes. He was dressed in sweatpants and an AC/DC shirt. It was obvious he'd just come from the lab.
"So," he greeted. "Heard we were embarrassing Peter? How much did I miss? Did you tell the cereal one yet?" Peter accepts his fate. He moves over to sit next to Tony. He leans into his side and Tony moves his hand to run through Peter's hair without pausing in his story. Peter relaxes and ends up interjecting a lot.
"No! I absolutely did not throw the cereal at Harley!" A raised eyebrow.
"Okay, so, maybe, but what else was I supposed to do! He just showed up, slammed a Dora watch on the counter, and demanded to know where you were! It was like some fever dream threat!"
The afternoon is spent with people slowly filing in and sharing stories. Eventually, the large group splits, and soon everyone on Peter's team is staying some time later than they were supposed to.
When there was a lull and people had split off, it left Tony and Peter in each other's company, which was spent in silence. Peter closes his eyes and melts into his dad's side. He forgets who's in the same room and starts purring.
Tony smirks and catches MJ's eye and waves here over, which catches the rest of the Deca team's attention. They all focus on Peter, only to hear his not-so-quiet purrs.
"Oh my god," Sally laughs and clamps her hands over her mouth.
"Is he purring?" Charles asks. Peter shoots up and the sound stops.
"Um," he says awkwardly.
"Dude, you didn't tell me you purr." Ned is practically bouncing with excitement.
"I don't?" Peter tries. MJ gives him a look.
"It just kind of - oof." Suddenly Peter's lap has Deadpool's head resting on it - thankfully attached to a whole and uninjured body.
"Hey Sweetheart!" he calls and boops Peter's nose. They weren't dating, this was just how Wade was.
"Hey Wade!"
"Wade, stop using weird nicknames on my kid."
"Nope!"
Peter's life was really fucking weird.
The team loves every second of it.