Spider-Man Homecoming
Peter landed in a crouch on the ledge outside, JARVIS automatically opening the lab window for him. He walks in quietly, about to tell his dad he was home when he stopped in his tracks. Tony was asleep on the lab couch, a video playing in front of him. Peter walked closer, trying to be as quiet as possible, and looked at the screen. He was surprised when he saw his younger self riding a bike with Tony running behind him and his mother's laughter coming from behind the camera.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows, and looked between the TV and his dad for a few moments, before placing a blanket gently over Tony's body and heading upstairs.
"Mama?" he called as he walked into the living room.
"In the kitchen!" his super hearing picked up, and he headed that way. When he walked in his mom was standing at the stove stirring something in a big pot.
"Hey, bug. How was patrol?" she said, turning to him quick enough to send him a warm smile, before turning her attention back to the pot.
"It was good. Saved a cat from a tree." he said with a shrug, sitting down at the island counter.
"How brave of you." his mom replied with a wink, setting a bowl of stew in front of him. He looked down at it before giving her a curious look. She only made this soup, an old Russian recipe, when one of them was sick or having a bad day. She gave him a strained smile, and shook her head a bit, before turning and dishing some for herself. Once she was done, she walked over and settled herself down across from him.
"He fell asleep watching old home videos." Peter spoke up after a couple minutes of silence. His mom eyed him for a moment before nodding.
"Sounds about right. I'll bring him down some later." she said, her voice quiet, but he could hear the worry.
"You wanna tell me why he's doing that?" Peter asked finally, when she didn't say anything else. She let out a sigh, and pushed her bowl away from her to set her elbows on the table.
"I honestly don't know Pete. He's been struggling with everything that happened in Germany. Fighting with Steve, me going off without telling him...you being Spider-Man. It's been a tough couple of months." she said, and Peter set his spoon down with a sigh.
"So it's because of me?" he said, a lump in his throat. His mom shook her head and stood up, walking over to pull him into a hug.
"No baby. He's just worried. He doesn't want you to have to go through all the things he has gone through. He wants to protect you, but he just doesn't know how. He..." she trails off suddenly, and Peter pulls away.
"He what?" He asks, and she sits back down, but this time right next to him.
"You know how Dad and I met?" she asked, changing the subject suddenly. Peter shook his head after a second, curious as to why she was bringing that up.
"We met at a Stark gala, that his parents were hosting. I think he was about...16. Something like that. I was sent to spy on the Stark family, gather intel, your grandpa was working on things the...the people I worked for, wanted to know about. I found out a lot more than I ever intended." she said, her voice quiet and eyes unfocused as if she was reliving the memory. He stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue. After a few moments, she looked up and met his eyes with a pained smile.
"His father...your grandpa...wasn't very nice to him growing up Pete." she said, and Peter's eyes widened.
"Did he...did he hurt Dad?" Peter asked, voice stuttered. His mom closed her eyes and nodded quickly.
"Yeah, bud. He did." she whispered, and Peter shook his head a few times, his mind going a mile a minute.
"What does that have to do with me?" he asked. She reached out a hand and cupped his face.
"Because your Dad, is terrified of turning into Howard when it comes to you. So he wants to protect you, but he also doesn't want to push you away or make you think he doesn't believe in you. It's hard for him to figure out the balance. It was easier when you were younger, which is why I think he's been watching those videos, he's trying to find the answer somehow. You know him, he won't stop until he figures it out." she said, and Peter fell quiet for a few moments, lost in his thoughts.
"Did he ever get mad? Dad...was he mad when he found out you were spying on his family?" he asked after a few moments of staring at his soup. Natasha let out a small laugh.
"By the time he found out, we had gotten to know each other really well. I loved him, and I think he loved me at that point. He was mad, but I think eventually he realized that despite how it happened, he finally found someone who would understand him in ways no one else could. From there he just tried to get me to leave the Red Room behind." she said with a fond laugh.
"Did you?" he asked.
"Eventually, once Clint showed up. Tony convinced me to go with him, and stay." she said, her voice filled with fondness. She sent him a wink, before taking a bowl down to the lab.
"Is there anything I can do. To make him feel better?" Peter asked later that night, when they were standing side by side, doing the dishes. His mom looked up from the bowl she was rinsing with a thoughtful look.
"Just listen. Even if what he's asking sounds ridiculous, it's the only way he thinks he can protect you. And you can be mad if he gets pushy, just make sure he knows you don't hate him for it." she said, and Peter nodded in determinism.
"I'll try my best." he said, taking the bowl from her to dry.
"I know you will, bug." his mom replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
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"You ready for school, Pete? I thought I'd drive you." he looked up from his phone to see his dad poking his head into the kitchen. He smiled.
"Yeah, just let me get my bag." he said, rushing to his room. He remembered what his mom said to him the night before, and was determined to make sure his dad knew he loved him, no matter what.
"Okay I'm ready!" he announced waling back into the room, to see his Dad waiting for him. He tried to ignore the deep circles that were very prominent under his dad's eyes. His dad nodded, before they both headed to the garage. The other man was strangely quiet until they got about halfway to school.
"You know, you did really good in Germany, Pete." his dad started, voice unusually hesitant.
"I know. You've told me. I didn't do that much honestly." Peter said, looking out the window at the other cars.
"You did enough. I'm proud of you for helping when you were needed, and that you listened to me when I told you to back out." his dad said, and Peter had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"Thanks Dad." he said as a way to prompt his dad to continue, but he was silent until they pulled up a block away from his school. They usually dropped Peter off here, so he could walk the rest of the way under the radar. When the car stopped, Tony turned in his seat to face him, so he did the same.
"I just want to make sure, that even though I'm letting you patrol and be Spider-Man...that you will listen to me if I tell you that you are getting in over your head." his dad finally said, his eyes focused out of the window behind Peter's head, avoiding eye contact. Peter studied him for a moment, he could see the tension in his shoulders, and he could hear his dad's heart beating slightly faster than normal with anxiety.
"I'll try my best Dad, you know that." Peter said, and his dad finally met his eyes with a relieved smile.
"Good. Now go. Learn something." his dad said, turning back to the wheel, shoving some pink tinted glasses on his face.
"No promises. Love you, Dad." Peter said, waiting for the reply before he stepped out of the car.
"Love you too, bug." his dad said, and he smiled, getting out of the car and heading the rest of the way to school.
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"Join me, and together...we’ll build my new Lego Death Star." he heard a voice come from behind him. When he turned he saw Ned standing there with a Lego figurine in his hand.
"What?" he asked in wonder, looking at Ned's excited face."No way! That’s awesome. How many pieces?" his voice quiet, but filled with excitement.
"Three thousand eight hundred and three." Ned replies in a proud voice.
"That’s insane." Peter breathes.
"I know. You want to build it tonight?" Ned asks, and Peter feels his stomach tighten, just like it always does when he has to lie to Ned about his identity.
"No, I can’t tonight. I’ve got the Stark-" he starts, before Ned interrupts him.
"Mm-hmm. Stark internship." Peter could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah, exactly." he says, apologetically, before grabbing the rest of his books and closing his locker.
"Always got that internship." Ned says, but he doesn't sound too upset, so Peter hopes he isn't.
"Yeah, well, hopefully, soon it’ll lead to a real job with them." Peter says, keeping up the cover story they came up with when he started high school.
"That would be so sweet." Ned gushes, and Peter knows he not upset.
"Right?"
"He’d be all, 'Good job on those spreadsheets, Peter. Here’s a gold coin.'" Ned says, making his voice sound different as he imitated Tony. Peter tries not to laugh while sending Ned a look.
"I don’t know how jobs work." Ned admits, and Peter finally lets out a laugh.
"That’s exactly how they work." Peter assures him as a joke.
"Oh. I’ll knock out the basic bones of the Death Star at my place. And, and then I’ll come by afterwards..." Ned continues, but Peter zones out when he gets distracted by Liz walking by.
"...because for the most part, the difficult thing is the base of it. The top half we can knock out in two hours, tops." Ned finishes, and is waiting for Peter's response. To avoid having to explain why he wasn't listening, Peter just agrees.
"That’d be great."
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"Peter, it’s nationals. Is there no way you could take one weekend off?" Mr. Harrington was asking him later that day during Decathlon practice. He didn't want to go anymore for several reasons, one was Spider-Man, but the other was definitely because he was worried about his Dad.
"I can’t go to Washington because if Mr. Stark needs me, then I have to make sure that I’m here." he explained, getting as close to the truth as possible.
"You’ve never even been in the same room as Tony Stark." Flash pipes in, and Peter rolls his eyes. No one but Ned believed him about the internship, which was fine, it meant the cover was working at least somewhat.
"Wait, what’s happening?" Cindy speaks up, earning the attention of everyone.
"Peter’s not going to Washington." Sally pipes in, apparently she had been listening the whole time.
"No. No, no, no, no, no. No. No." Cindy mutters, looking at him with betrayal. They hear one of the answer bells ding, and they all turn to Abe.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Really? Right before nationals?" Liz asks, catching Peter off guard before he could answer Abe.
"He already quit marching band and robotics lab." Michelle says, when he doesn't say anything, and he looks at her in confusion. He did, to make more time for Spider-Man, but how did she notice?
"I’m not obsessed with him. Just very observant." she explains when everyone else looks at her. Everyone stayed quiet for a few moments.
"Flash, you’re in for Peter." Liz says, and Peter sighs in relief.
"Ooh, I don’t know. I gotta check my calendar first. I got a hot date with Black Widow coming up." Flash says, looking at his phone. The bell rings again.
"That is false." Abe says, and Mr. Harrington sighs.
"What did I tell you about using the bell for comedic purposes?" he asks in a tired voice, and Peter just lets out a sigh.
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Peter sat down on a roof and pulled out his phone.
"You have reached the voicemail box of Tony Stark." Peter frowned, but decided to leave a message. His dad was either in a meeting or fell asleep in the lab again.
"Hey, Dad! Um, here’s my report for tonight. I stopped a grand theft bicycle. Couldn’t find the owner, so I just left a note. Um... I helped this lost, old Dominican lady. She was really nice and bought me a churro. So I just, um, feel like I could be doing more. You know? But I know you want me close to the ground. I'll see you later for dinner." He hangs up and drops his head with a sigh.
"Why would I tell him about the churro?" he asks himself, head aimed towards the sky. He decides to head back, when he sees the bank robbers.
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"What in the world were you thinking?" his mom's voice screams in his ear as soon as he starts webbing away from Delmar's. He winces at the worry in her voice, beneath the anger.
"Uh...I don't really know. I just saw them trying to rob the ATM and I knew I had to do something. I didn't think they would have such high tech weapons!" Peter said, stopping on a roof top. She heard Natasha let out a sigh on the other end.
"Peter. Just...hurry home okay? You're father is a nervous wreck. I had to stop him from coming to pick you up, literally." she said, her voice tired. Peter felt guilt settle in his stomach for making things worse for his parents.
"I'm sorry Mama." He said quietly, standing to get ready to leave.
"I know. Just come home." she said, her voice slightly lighter, but still strained. He nodded before he realized she couldn't see him.
"Okay, I just need to go pick up a book from May and Ben's from when I was studying with Ned the other day." Peter said, hoping she wouldn't be too mad.
"Okay. Be quick." she said, before ending the call. Peter let out a deep sigh, he was definitely in for it once he got home. He quickly started webbing towards May and Ben's.
He got to his window, having already texted May saying he was coming in, and since she already knew about Spider-Man, he slipped inside.
He crawled on the roof and over to his desk before he heard a loud crash behind him. He whirled around to see Ned standing there in shock, the Death Star shattered in pieces on the floor. Peter hurried out of his suit.
"What was that?" he heard May call, so she must have known Ned was here but forgot to mention it.
"Uh, it’s nothing. It’s nothing!" he called to her, hearing her let out a chuckle with his super hearing.
"You’re the Spider-Man. From YouTube." Ned finally said, his voice full of shock.
"I’m not. I’m not." Peter hurried, even though he knew denying it was futile.
"You were on the ceiling." Ned said, and Peter let out a defeated sigh.
"No, I wasn’t. Ned, what are you doing in my room?" he asked, trying to distract his friend.
"May let me in. You said we were gonna finish the Death Star." Ned said defensively, and Peter realized that's probably what Ned was talking about when he zoned out earlier.
"You can’t just bust into my room!" Peter barely contained himself from shouting, when he heard May's footsteps coming towards the door. She opened it and he could see the smoke coming behind her in the kitchen.
"The turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Peter, I didn't know you'd be here?" May said, her eyes comically wide as she tried to be nonchalant. She knew he wasn't meant to stay the night here, and she was probably very confused.
"Uh, just looking for my books May. Ned was just about to leave." Peter said, trying to get her to leave before she blew his cover even more. She watched him for a moment, but still looked confused.
"Okay hon. Just...put on some clothes." she finally said, giving him a weird look that probably meant he had some explaining to do before she closed the door behind her.
"Oh, she doesn’t know?" Ned asked when she was gone.
"No she knows, only a few people know...I mean, Mr. Stark knows because he made my suit, but that’s it." Peter rambled, unsure of how this was going to go. Ned looked at him in shock.
"Tony Stark made you that? Are you an Avenger?" Ned asked, excitement all over his face. Peter shrugged.
"Yeah, basically." he said, which was kind of the truth. He had lived with them for most of his life. Ned just didn't know that.
"Whoa..." Ned said, his eyes wide. Peter rushed forward to stand in front of him.
"You can’t tell anybody about this. You gotta keep it a secret." Peter begged, and Ned looked at him in confusion.
"A secret? Why?" he asked incredulously. Peter's heart started beating faster in panic. How was he supposed to explain this. He paced around for a second before coming to a decision.
"Because my Dad has enough to worry about right now, and he doesn't need my identity getting out to be another one." Peter said quickly, and Ned just furrowed his eyebrows, mouthing the word Dad.
"Dad? You mean Ben? Since when did you call him Dad?" Ned asked, sitting down on the bottom bunk. Peter shook his head, sitting in his desk chair and facing Ned.
"No Ned. My dad. I don't actually live with May and Ben." Peter said, and Ned's face was almost comical at this point.
"Peter, you're not making sense." Ned said, and now his voice was filled with concern.
"I know. And it's all really complicated, and I don't really have time to explain it because I really need to get home before I give my Dad a heart attack. So long story short...Tony Stark is my Dad." Peter said, wincing after the words came out of his mouth. He waited a few moments before risking a look at Ned. He just was looking at Peter with his eyes narrowed.
"Tony Stark? Is your Dad?" he asked eventually, suspicion in his voice.
"Yes, and I can prove it just not right now. I just need you to promise me not to tell anyone about anything. Not Spider-Man and definitely not about my Dad. Okay? And I'll explain everything tomorrow. Please?" Peter begged, and Ned looked at him for a moment before nodding.
"Okay, I promise. But you better have pretty good proof and an explanation ready tomorrow." Ned said, standing up and gathering his Legos.
"I will. Promise." Peter said, and Ned nodded. He walked Ned to the door, and they did their handshake and then Ned finally left. Peter let out a deep breath.
"What was that all about? You didn't tell me you were staying here tonight." May spoke up, sitting at the table going through take out menus.
"I'm not. I just forgot some books, and I didn't realize I had told Ned he could come over. Everything is taken care of, and I really got to get back before Dad freaks out." he said, hurrying to grab his books.
"Oh he's already freaked out. He's called me twice." May said, giving him a disappointed look. Peter sighed.
"Man. Okay. I gotta go. Love you May! Say hi to Ben for me!" Peter said, rushing out the door.
"Okay, love you too!" May called behind him. He really needed to get home.
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"Tony. Sit." Natasha called, and her voice sounded very quiet compared to the pounding of his heart. He shook his head several times, breathing erratically. He kept pacing, before a pair of strong arms grabbed his shoulders and steered him to the couch. He looked up and saw that it had been Peter, but Natasha was soon kneeling in front of him, blocking him from sight.
"Baby, I need you to breathe. Come on, just like we normally do. Follow me." she said softly, her hands coming to rest on either side of his face and her breathing exaggerated for him to follow. He focused on the green of her eyes, and tried his best to focus on breathing.
"Peter is just fine. He's okay. Keep breathing, you're doing good, love." Natasha said, her thumbs wiping the tears he knew had been on his cheeks away. He repeated those words in his head like a mantra while he breathed. Peter's okay. Peter's okay. Peter's okay. He's here. Tasha's here. They're okay.
Once he finally got his breathing under control, he dropped his head into the crook of his wife's neck for a few moments, trying to compose himself. When he finally looked up, he saw Peter standing a couple feet away, wringing his hands together like he always did when he was anxious. Tony noted that his face was scrunched up and his breathing was labored. The last thing they needed was another panic attack, so he reached his hands out and motioned for Peter to come closer.
Peter didn't hesitate, and rushed forwards, falling into his hug. He could hear his son mumbling apologies, but he just wrapped his arms tightly around him and started swaying them side to side.
"I'm sorry." Peter said, a lot louder this time, after a couple minutes. Tony sniffed, then let out a sigh.
"It's okay, bud. Not you're fault. I was having an off day, today. That's all. Just an off day." Tony said, hoping he was reassuring Peter. The last thing he wanted was for Peter to think it was his fault that Tony was so messed up. Peter pulled out of his hug, and looked up at him, tears sparkling in his eyes.
"But I made it worse. I know you said to stay low to the ground. But I saw them, and I couldn't just let them do it...and I messed up. I'm so sorry." Peter said again, burying his face back in Tony's shoulder.
"It's okay, Pete. We all make mistakes. Okay? Just next time, call for help okay? You could have called me, and I would have come help." he said, pushing Peter back a bit, and brushing the hair out of his face.
"Isn't ATM robbery a little below your pay grade?" Peter asked with sniffle. Tony smirked.
"Maybe. But Peter Stark isn't. So just call me next time okay?" Tony asked gently, wiping the tears off his son's cheek. Peter nodded. "Good. Let's go eat? I made pasta." he said then, pressing a kiss to Peter's forehead before standing up. Peter jumped up with a cheer, before running ahead of them to the kitchen.
"You did good." Natasha said quietly. He looked over at her, and she was smiling softly at him.
"Yeah?" he asked, still nervous he was going to mess something up. She nodded, before taking his hand and leading him to the dining room.
"Pete. I need you to promise you'll be careful on patrol this week okay?" Tony said a little while later, as they were all sitting around eating dinner. Peter looked up from his fourth helping, eyes confused.
"Okay?" he asked, his mouth still full.
"Manners." Tony reprimanded before he could stop himself, and Peter shot him a sheepish smile, before closing his mouth and chewing. Tony rolled his eyes fondly before continuing. "I have some business in India that I couldn't get out of. I tried, but Pep threatened to murder me if I did, so I have to go." he said, watching Peter deflate a bit at the news.
It did warm his heart a bit that his kid still got sad at the thought of him being gone. But another part of him felt guilty that it was probably because of the faint trauma of his dad not coming home a couple times before.
"Okay. I'll be careful. Promise. How long are you gone?" Peter asked, once he finished his food.
"Just a couple days. I'll be back in time for Nationals, don't worry." Tony said, and he saw the guilty look on Peter's face. He smirked and turned to his wife and raised his eyebrows. Your turn, he mouthed, and she rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Harrington called May. Told her you weren't going to Nationals?" his wife asked innocently, eyes focused on the pasta she was twisting around her fork. Peter swallowed a bit and looked back and forth between them.
"I just didn't want to be too far away. In case you guys needed me!" Peter defended, and Tony let out a breath. He had known that would be part of it.
"Pete. You're going. I already had May tell Mr. Harrington. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. As for your mother, she's an assassin. You don't need to worry about her." Tony said with a nonchalant shrug. Natasha let out a snort at that one while Peter just let out a nervous laugh, muttering "what is my life" under his breath, before nodding.
"Okay, I'll go." Peter agreed, with an eye roll.
"I was even thinking about coming. I have some stealth tech I wanted to test out." Tony said, and Peter beamed.
"Really?" he asked, his face looking so much like the little boy he used to be, that Tony had to force himself not to tear up.
"Yep. Better get to studying." Tony said, sending his son a wink. Peter nodded, hurrying off to do just that.
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"So you're telling me...that Tony Stark is your dad...and that you only claimed to live with May and Ben as a cover?" Ned asked as they walked to gym class. Peter motioned for him to talk quieter, but nodded.
"Yeah. That's why my name is Peter Parker on everything. I stay with May and Ben sometimes, like whenever you stayed over. But I'm usually at the Tower, with my Dad." Peter explained, leaving his mom out of it for now. He was sure Ned would figure it out eventually, but he didn't want to risk that getting out. They filed into the gym and everyone let out a collective groan when they saw the old fashioned TV in front of the bleachers. They all sat down and the coach pressed play.
"Hi. I’m Captain America. Whether you’re in the classroom or on the battlefield..." Steve's voice started playing loud and clear. Peter had to fight down the simultaneous anger and sadness at the sound of his voice.
"Do you know him too?" Ned leaned over and whispered. Peter clenched his jaw.
"Yeah, we met. Couple times." Peter said, trying to keep his voice level. Ned looked at him in confusion though, so he was sure he picked up on the tone of his voice.
"...fitness can be the difference between success or failure." He listened to the voice that used to be a member of his family for a second before turning back to Ned.
"He was basically my Uncle at one point. But he...hurt my Dad...kinda. So yeah...not his biggest fan anymore." Peter whispered, voice tight. Ned looked at him with sympathy, and patted his shoulder, before they both turned back to the video.
"Today, my good friend, your gym teacher..." the Steve on the screen is saying, and half the gym laughs when where he is pointing is not where the gym teacher is standing. "...will be conducting the Captain America Fitness Challenge."
"Thank you, Captain. I’m pretty sure this guy’s a war criminal now, but whatever. I have to show these videos. It’s required by the state. Let’s do it." The gym teacher says sarcastically, and blows his whistle. Ned and Peter head over to the sit up station, Ned still looking like he wanted to burst with questions.
"So why exactly can't we tell anyone about your...alter ego?" Ned asked, his voice still a whisper. Peter looked around quickly, making sure no one was listening.
"Because Ned. My dad has been...weird, since the whole Accords thing. My...uh Ms. Potts and everyone are really concerned about him. I don't need him to worry about my identity getting out right now okay?" Peter said, focusing on pretending to struggle as he did his sit ups.
"Not even if it could totally score you a date with Liz?" Ned asked after a couple of minutes. Peter sighed, and his eyes flicked over to the girl in question. He watched her laugh for a second, before shaking his head.
"No. Ned. Not now. Maybe one day." Peter said, and Ned nodded solemnly. They continued their exercises in silence for the next 20 minutes before Ned looked at him again with excitement.
"Hey, can I be your guy in the chair?" he asked, and Peter furrowed his brows.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah. You know how there’s a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go?" Ned explained, waving his hands around. Peter shook his head, shooting his friend a strange look.
"Like, like if you’re stuck in a burning building, I could tell you where to go. Because there’d be screens around me, and I could, you know, swivel around, and... ‘Cause I could be your guy in the chair." Ned continued, excitement all over his face. Peter rolled his eyes fondly.
"Ned, I don’t need a guy in the chair." he smiled.
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Tony was walking around outside of the venue when his watch started beeping like crazy. He tapped his earpiece signal JARVIS.
"J?" he asked, forcing down the lump in his throat.
"Young sirs vitals are questionable and he appears to be losing altitude quickly." JARVIS replied, and Tony had to grab onto the ledge next to him to keep himself upright. He quickly put on his sunglasses that were connected to his suit.
"Deploy his parachute, and send the closest suit." he forced out, his glasses turning into the HUD of his suit. He got there quickly and saw his son plummet into a lake, tangled in his parachute. He steered the suit into the water, and carried his son over to a jungle gym, and set him on top.
He hovered by while Peter gained his bearings, taking off his mask and taking a couple deep breaths.
"Pete? You good bud?" Tony asks, hovering as close as he could. He wanted so badly to be able to be there, but of course he had to be across the globe. Peter looked up at him, squinting his eyes, before nodding.
"Yeah yeah. I just...there were these people selling weapons, like the bank robbery ones? And then this like bird robot thing showed up. And then he just, he just, like, swooped down like a monster and he picked me up and, uh, he took me up, like, a thousand feet and just dropped me. How’d you find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit or something?" Peter rambled, chin shivering from the cold. Tony's heart panged at not being able to be there.
"Duh. I even put a heater, here." he said, motioning for JARVIS to turn on the kid's heater. Peter let out a deep sigh as the heater turned on.
"Whew, that’s better. Thanks, Dad." he said with a smile, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. Once Tony was sure Peter wasn't going to drop dead, he felt his frustration bubble up to the surface.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. Peter looked up quickly in alarm.
"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons. I gotta take him down." Peter defended, and Tony let out a bitter laugh without thinking.
"Take him down now, huh? Steady, Crockett, there are people who handle this sort of thing." Tony quipped, his frustration turning quickly to anger. Peter squinted at him.
"Who? The Avengers?" Peter asked. Tony let out another bitter laugh.
"No, no, no. This is a little below their pay grade." Tony said, bringing up what he had said the other day. Peter looked at him and let out a defeated sigh. "I meant me. Or the FBI. Not you." Tony said then, and Peter just shrugged.
"How did you even get here...aren't you supposed to be in India?" Peter asks after a couple minutes of tense silence. Tony shakes his head and opens the empty face-plate.
"JARVIS alerted me, so he helped me out." Tony said, before closing the face-plate again.
"Cool. I didn't know you figured out the remote glasses!" Peter gushed, his eyes lighting up. Tony smiled despite himself.
"I did it the other night, forgot to tell you." Tony said and Peter nodded in understanding. "Look, Pete, forget the flying vulture guy, please." he pleaded. Peter looked up at him, his shoulders lifting as if ready to fight.
"Why?" he asked, voice sounding slightly annoyed.
"Why? Because I said so, Peter. I told you to listen to me when I told you to back down. Remember? I'm asking you to back down now. I'll take care of it." Tony said, knowing his voice was desperate. Peter deflated with a sigh.
"Okay. Just promise me...if I can help you'll let me?" Peter asked, looking up at the suit with a hopeful look on his face. Tony hesitated a bit before nodding.
"If I need your help, I'll let you know. Just take it slow until I figure things out. Got it?" Tony asked, getting into his car, even though the suit was still hovering in front of Peter.
"Okay." Peter said, standing up.
"Good. Now go home. Mom will call me if you don't show up soon." Tony said, and Peter rolled his eyes but started swinging towards the Tower. Tony let out a shaky breath, and headed to the airport. He knew Pepper would be mad that he ducked out early, but he really needed to be home.
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"Oh, what is that?" Ned asks, as Peter is studying the glowy thing he found on his way home last night.
"I don’t know. Some guy tried to vaporize me with it." Peter said, struggling with the tool.
"Seriously?" Ned asked is shock. Peter rolled his eyes.
"Yeah." Peter said, his focus on what he was doing.
"Awesome." Ned breathes, and Peter looks up at him incredulously.
"I mean, not awesome. Totally uncool of that guy. So scary." Ned tries, and Peter just glares at him, before turning back to the casing.
"Well, look, I think it’s a power source." Peter continues.
"Yeah, but it’s connected to all these microprocessors. That’s an inductive charging plate. That’s what I use to charge my toothbrush." Ned says, pointing at part of the machine. Peter nods.
"Whoever’s making these weapons is obviously combining alien tech with ours." Peter says.
"That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said. I just want to thank you for letting me be part of your journey into this amazing-" Ned starts rambling, and Peter tunes him out grabbing a hammer to try and get the outside casing off. He's able to do it, but it makes a loud noise. He looks around, but no one seemed to care.
"I gotta figure out what this thing is and who makes it." Peter says, looking down at the glowing piece.
"We’ll go to the lab after class and run some tests. Have you told your dad?" Ned asks, and Peter winces.
"Not yet. I want to see if I can figure something out first. So I can show him I can help. Let’s do it." Peter says. Ned nods, and they do their secret handshake before heading out into the hallway as the bell rings.
"First, I say we put the glowy thing in the mass spectrometer." Ned starts as they walk towards the lab.
"First, we gotta come up with a better name than 'glowy thing.'" Peter laughs.
"You’re right." Ned agrees solemnly. Peter is about to respond when he sees the two men from the other night standing at the end of the hall.
"Crap." he mutters, moving to hide behind a wall.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on." he whispers to Ned, who looks around and then awkwardly shuffles toward Peter.
"High schools creep me out." one of the men is saying, while Peter and Ned peak out at them.
"They got this funny smell, you know?" Peter hears the voices getting closer and he pulls Ned back behind the wall.
"Hey, that’s one of the guys that tried to kill me." Peter whispers and Ned's eyes widen.
"What?"
"Yeah."
"We gotta get out of here." Ned breathes, and Peter shakes his head.
"No, no, no, no, no. I gotta follow them. Maybe they can lead me to the guy that dropped me in the lake." Peter says.
"Someone dropped you in a lake?"
"Yeah, it was not good." Peter says, watching as the men enter the classroom. Peter makes to follow them.
"Peter-" Ned whispers.
"No. Stay there, Ned." he says back, pushing Ned back behind the wall, and heads towards the classroom.
"Can you imagine what the boss would say if he knew where we were?" he hears one of the men say as he sneaks into the classroom behind them.
"It’s saying there was an energy pulse right here." the man says, as they both peer at a device. Peter slowly reaches into his bag and pulls out his web-shooter.
"There’s no sign of the weapon. And even if it was here, now it’s gone."
"So are we." the other man agrees, and Peter quickly shoots out a tracker before they exit. Once he knows they are gone, he rushes back out to Ned.
"What happened?" Ned asks as soon as he gets to him.
"They left. But I put a tracker on them. To see if they can lead us to the other guy." Peter says, before his phone starts buzzing. He looks down and sees his dad's contact and he looks at Ned in panic.
"I need you to keep the glowy thing safe, until I figure out how to tell my dad about it. Can you do that?" Peter asks Ned, who nods. He shoves the thing into the other boy's hands, before walking away and answering the phone.
"Hey, Dad. Is everything okay?" Peter asks as he answers the phone.
"No. I should be asking you that question. My security system picked up on two people that were in the school who shouldn't have been. Are you okay?" Tony asks, his voice frantic. Peter cursed internally. He had forgotten that his dad had rigged the school with security once they decided he would go here.
"Yeah I'm good. I was just in the lab with Ned. Did...did you see who they were?" he asks.
"No. They only tripped the sensors because they weren't ever scanned as normal personnel at the school, but they were gone before I could investigate." Tony said in defeat.
"That's really strange." he says, not knowing how to comfort his dad.
"So you're safe? No Spidey sense or anything going off?" his dad asks then, worry in his voice.
"Nope. Nothing. I'm good, Dad. Promise." Peter says, and he hears his dad's sigh of relief.
"Well good. Hey, head home straight after school okay? No patrol today...for my sanity." his dad pleaded, and Peter sighed.
"Okay." he agrees and his dad thanked him before hanging up. He walked back over to Ned.
"Did you tell him?" Ned asked, as they headed back to the lab. Peter shook his head.
"Nope. I'm going to need you to hold on to that a bit longer." Peter said, and Ned nodded, looking a little too excited to be part of something dangerous.
---
They walked into the meet, and Peter looked around the audience, trying to spot his dad.
"So you're dad is here? Like in the audience...like Tony Stark is just here?" Ned whispered to him in excitement. Peter rolled his eyes at his friend's excitement.
"Kinda. He has this new tech that like changes his face into another...the Avengers use them all the time apparently, but he made it better. Or so he says. He sent me what he's supposed to look like. There!" he explained, and then pointed to who he knew was Tony once he spotted him. He waved to his dad, who gave him a wink.
"Whoa." Ned breathed, before they were forced to get in their places. They ended up winning first place. Peter was ecstatic, because not only had they won, but his dad had actually been there to see it. They all got to go down to meet their families in the audience, and he rushed to his dad, who pulled him into a tight hug.
"Oh, bug. You did so good up there." his dad said into his hair where his head was resting. Peter beamed before pulling out of the hug and seeing the look of pure pride on his dad's face.
"I think you did amazing too, baby." a woman said, coming up standing next to Tony. He looked at his dad with raised eyebrows, and he nodded, confirming his suspicions.
"Mama?" he asked quietly, and the woman nodded. Peter felt a lump form in his throat, before launching into her arms for a hug as well.
"What you don't think I would have missed out and let Tony brag about getting to see you all alone, did you?" his mom whispered, pressing a kiss to his head.
"I'm so happy you guys came!" Peter said, tears in his eyes, as his parents looked down at him with different faces. He knew it was them however, because their eyes were the same.
"And if you're okay missing the tour of the Washington Monument, I already talked to your coach about letting us take you out to lunch?" his dad asked. Peter nodded.
"That sounds perfect. What cover did you use?" Peter asked then, as they started out the door. He sent a quick wave to Ned before they left.
"I said I was a friend of Ben and May's. I had them sign a form and everything." Tony bragged as they got into the car. It had been a long time since they went out as a family, it almost never happened. Peter was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
"How responsible of you." Peter remarked, with a laugh. His mom snorted from the passenger seat, and Peter raised his eyebrow.
"Let me guess. It was Mama's idea?" Peter asked then, and his dad let out a defeated sigh before nodding.
"Hey but I listened." he tried, and Peter and his mom just laughed.
"Good for you, baby." his mom replied, taking one of Tony's hands in hers. He just shook his head fondly, before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. Peter smiled softly in the back.
They were almost through with dinner, when both of his parents got an alert on their phones. His dad looked up first, fear in his eyes.
"There was an explosion at the Washington Monument." he said gravely, and Peter felt his throat tighten.
"Dad. My friends...Ned..." Peter choked out, and his dad nodded. Peter's thoughts were frantic, when he realized something.
"The glowy thing!" he shouted, and his parents looked at him strangely.
"Dad. There was a piece of alien tech that fell the other night. I picked it up to study it, but I gave it to Ned to hold, until I could figure out how to tell you about it. Do you...do you think that's what caused the explosion?" Peter asked, panicking. His dad tightened his jaw a couple times, before nodding.
"Probably. I left my suit at home, and Tash won't be able to do anything from ground level, and even if I called a suit I think it would be too late." He watched as his dad took a measured breath. "Do you have your suit?" Peter gaped for a second before nodding. Tony nodded jerkily, turning to his mom, who nodded.
"Go. I'll connect to the comms in your suit and help you from here. Go save your friends." Peter only took a second to process before nodding and rushing out of the diner.
---
"Tony. He did good." Natasha was telling him, as he paced back and forth in the hotel room. Peter had successfully saved his friends, and they had called parents to bring their kids home. Peter's teacher let them pick Peter up, and he was currently asleep in the adjoining room. Natasha had wanted to go home, but Tony didn't think he could have made that drive, so they settled for a hotel.
"Tony. Sit down." she said again, her voice stern. Tony nodded absently, and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room.
"I'm sorry." he muttered, placing his elbows on his knees and dropped his head into his hands. He heard soft footsteps coming closer, and soon his wife was kneeling down in front of him, one of her hands coming up to rub his knee.
"Hey hey, what's this about?" Natasha asked softly. Tony let out a sigh, and looked up, meeting her green eyes.
"I don't know. I don't..." he stopped for a second, and she just watched him patiently. "He did so good, Tash. And I'm proud. But another part of me knows ...that was just the beginning." he ended in a whisper. His wife looked at him, gaze calculating.
"The beginning of what?" she asked gently when he didn't explain. He swallowed the lump in his throat and gave her a sad smile.
"He saved people today. Avenger level stuff. He's going to want to keep going. This is just the beginning. He won't ever want to stay low to the ground after this." Tony sighed, and his wife nodded.
"You're probably right. But Tony, you're forgetting something." she replied, grabbing both his hands in hers. He looked up at her in confusion.
"What?" he asked, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek before continuing.
"He has you." she said simply, and he felt his face screw up in disbelief.
"How's that going to help anything? If anything that makes everything worse." he said, his self hatred making itself known. Natasha gave him a dry look.
"You're selling yourself short. He has you to help him know how to handle this kind of life. He has you to make his suit and make sure it keeps him safe. I'm not worried, as long as you are there to help him." she said, and he just stared at her.
"You mean you're not worried about our son swinging around in tights fighting crime?" he asked incredulously. She shook her head in amusement.
"Not if it's you making the tights. And plus, I can train him to fight. He'll be fine." she said, waving her hand. Tony let out a startled laugh, bringing a smile to Natasha's face.
"Well when you put it like that." he said and she nodded.
"He'll be okay." she assured, and he nodded.
"I hope so." he said, but he felt significantly better.
---
Peter was sitting alone on the roof of a building, watching the ferry from afar, when he heard the sound of repulsors coming from behind him.
"Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch: I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you don't listen and do the one thing I told you not to do." he turned to see his dad's suit hovering a few feet away. He stayed seated on the edge of the roof, turning his back to his dad.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked softly. He heard his dad let out a sigh, and the suit opened up. He felt his dad walk over and sit down next to him.
"Yeah. I'm glad you called me. Even if you waited until the boat literally split in half." Tony said, bumping his shoulder against Peter's.
"I'm sorry. I messed up." Peter said. Tony nodded.
"You did." he agreed, and Peter felt a jolt of anger.
"Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it. But you didn’t listen. None of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me." Peter snapped, and turned around to walk a couple feet away. He heard Tony sigh and stand up as well.
"I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI?" his dad asked from behind him. "Peter, you're too young to be taking on this stuff alone. I was taking care of it." Tony sighed, and Peter could hear the frustration in his voice.
"I’m fifteen." Peter snapped back, turning around to face his dad. He watched as his dad's face twisted in frustration.
"No, this is where you zip it, all right? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? ‘Cause that’s on you. And if you died? Pete..." his dad said. His voice has started off angry, but soon dropped into a harsh whisper, grief evident in his voice at what could have happened. Peter felt the fight leave him and he let his shoulders drop.
"I, I’m sorry." Peter whispered, and Tony took a deep breath and nodded.
"I know bud. But sorry doesn’t always cut it." his dad said with a bitter shrug. Peter nodded solemnly.
"I understand. I just wanted to be like you." Peter whispered, and a pained look flashed on his dad's face.
"And I want you to be better." his dad replied, voice tight. "I want you to take a break from the suit for a couple days...okay?" he continued after swallowing a couple times. Peter shook his head.
"Wait. Dad, no." he pleaded. "You don’t understand. I’m nothing without this suit." he begged. Tony let out a deep sigh, his right hand coming up to squeeze his left wrist.
"If you’re nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it. It's just a couple days, Pete." his dad replied, and Peter could hear the pleading tone in his voice. He didn't know why his dad was acting so strange, but he nodded.
"Okay." he agreed. His dad let out a sigh of relief, and nodded too.
"Okay. Let's head home."
---
She watched as her boys shuffled into the penthouse after the ferry incident. Peter looked devastated, and made a beeline for his room the second they got out of the elevator. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as Tony walked in, his eyes unseeing, and sat down on the couch with a shaky sigh. She sat there silently, wondering if he even knew she was there, when he suddenly looked up and locked eyes with her.
"Can you...uh go make sure he's okay?" he asked, voice rough, his arm waving in the direction of Peter's room. Natasha crossed her arms.
"What happened?" she asked, and he just shrugged.
"I let myself get frustrated. He probably hates me. Just...uh make sure he's not too upset...please?" he asked, voice cracking several times, and she could see the tears building up in his eyes.
"What about you? What do you need?" she asked, walking a little closer. He stood up suddenly, and clenched his fists.
"Just time...to uh...think. Yeah." he said, nodding to himself, and heading to the elevator. She knew he was going to bury himself in the workshop, but she decided she would deal with that later, and headed to Peter's room.
When she walked in, her son was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring down at his fidgeting hands. She could see the tension in his shoulders, and could see his jaw working, and she knew he was trying not to cry.
"Hey, bug." she said softly, coming to sit next to him. He nodded his head in greeting, before settling it on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
"Dad thinks you hate him...now do you want to tell me if he's exaggerating or did something really bad happen?" she asked softly, rubbing her hand up and down his back, before he sniffed and pulled away. His face was one of utter confusion.
"I mean...we had a fight? I guess you could call it, bu-but why would he think that?" Peter asked incredulously, his stutter making itself known.
"He said he got frustrated, which I'm assuming means he yelled at you?" she asked, and Peter made a face.
"I wouldn't say yelled, but I could tell he wasn't happy with me." Peter said slowly, his face still showing his confusion.
"Ahh. Well. You were a pretty good kid growing up, but whenever you broke the rules, did you ever notice who it was that disciplined you?" she asked her son, whose face scrunched up in thought.
"You? I only remember you ever getting mad at me for something..." Peter trailed off.
"Exactly. Your dad always asked me to be the bad guy when you got in trouble." Natasha confirmed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows.
"What? Why? Didn't that bother you?" Peter asked.
"No. Because I knew why he wanted me to do it." she answered. Peter looked at her.
"It has something to do with Howard doesn't it?" Peter asked quietly. She nodded.
"I told you he was terrified to turn into Howard. So he never wanted to yell at you, he was always so scared he would take it too far. He always tried to talk to you calmly when you did something wrong, and that's usually what happened. But when you did something that made him mad, or frustrated, he always made me take care of it. He didn't want to risk doing to you what Howard did to him." Natasha explained. Peter nodded.
"He knows though...that I don't hate him right? That I know he would never do anything like that?" Peter asked after a couple moments. Natasha shrugged.
"I don't know. I think normally he would...but with everything that happened with Steve, he's having a hard time trusting anyone, let alone himself." she said. Peter hummed thoughtfully.
"So that's why he was acting a bit weird, when we were fighting." Peter mused, and Natasha furrowed her brows in confusion.
"What do you mean weird?" she asked, worried. Peter shrugged.
"He kept like going from being mad to sad really fast. Then he kept rubbing his arm." Peter answered. And she narrowed her eyes.
"Which arm?" she asked.
"The left...I think. Why?" Peter asked. She shook her head.
"No reason. You know he was never really mad at you right? You just scared him. He gets that way when he's scared. Like he's not sure whether to be worried or mad." she explained, and Peters eyes lit up in understanding.
"That makes sense. So how do I...how do I make sure he knows I don't hate him?" Natasha smiled at her son's compassion.
"Give me an hour with him, and then go down to the lab and talk it through." she said, and he nodded. She stood up, and ruffled his hair.
"And take a shower. You smell. You smell like garbage." she added, scrunching her nose.
"I know." Peter laughed. She smiled, and left the room.
---
"Now. I told Peter to come down here. You guys are going to talk through everything okay?" Natasha asked him, as she walked to the door. He nodded.
"Yes ma'am." he said, playing with a screwdriver he had found on his desk. His wife nodded in approval and left. Not even five minutes later was there a tentative knock at the door.
"Sir, young sir is requesting entry." JARVIS spoke up. Tony shook his head fondly.
"Let him in, J." he said. He watched as Peter entered the room, looking timid.
"You know you have full access to the lab right?" Tony asked him after he had fully entered the room. Peter blushed a bit and shrugged.
"It felt weird to just walk in." he said, and Tony nodded.
"You don't hate me right?" Tony asked then, after a minute of awkward silence. He hated how vulnerable he sounded, but Natasha told him to be honest, so he was giving it a shot. Peter looked at him, a mild offended look on his face.
"Of course not." Peter said, voice showing how stupid he found Tony's question.
"Even though I yelled at you?" Tony asked then, just to be sure. Peter rolled his eyes, and came to sit on the chair across from him.
"You're my dad. You're supposed to yell at me sometimes. Do I enjoy it? No. But I messed up, you told me I did, that's how the whole parent-son thing works." Peter said matter of factly. Tony let out a huff.
"Is that so?" he asked, looking down at the screwdriver in his hands.
"Yep. I would know. I've had pretty great parental figures." Peter said, and Tony looked up at him to see a smug smile on his face.
"Pete..." he argued, but his son held up his hand, so he stopped short.
"No. I know you didn't have a great dad. But I do. And yes you're going to yell at me when I'm stupid, because that's how I learn. But you've never, not once, ever made me think that you were ever going to hurt me." Peter said strongly, and Tony deflated like his strings were cut.
"Promise?" Tony asked, voice quiet. Peter nodded fiercely.
"Promise. I have never worried about that. Ever. You have been nothing but loving to me since the day I was born. Pepper and Mom can attest to the parts I don't remember...being a baby and all." Peter said with a smile, and Tony nodded.
"Thanks, bug. For dealing with my issues." Tony said, and Peter looked like he wanted to protest, but it was Tony's turn to hold up his hand. "No listen. I know I'm not the most stable person, and you've had to put up with it. And I'm sorry for that. But I'm going to do my best to help you, and to listen to you. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me." Peter agreed with a smile. Tony nodded, before a beep interrupted them.
"What's that for?" Peter asked, and Tony spun around to bring up the alert.
"There's a tip from that bug you planted on those arms dealers." Tony muttered, reading over the info.
"What bug?" Peter tried innocently. Tony rolled his eyes and sent a look over his shoulder.
"Don't start. It says they are planning to rob my plane tonight." Tony said, quickly signalling for JARVIS to prepare his suit. There was a sound made from behind him and he turned to Peter.
"What plane?" he asked, looking between the info and Tony. Tony felt a decision make itself known in his mind and he nodded to himself.
"I sent some of the Avenger's stuff to the compound, where we are going to be based out of from now on. That plane. It can't end up in the wrong hands. You going to help?" Tony asked, and Peter gaped at him for a minute before nodding.
"Then get your suit. We have a plane to catch." Tony said, and Peter nodded before rushing off.
---
"And what are you going to do if he doesn't want to be a part of the Avengers?" Natasha asked him with a raised eyebrow. Tony laughed.
"He's been practically begging since he got bit. What do you mean what if he doesn't want to?" Tony asked her incredulously. Natasha shook her head, but nodded.
"Is everything set?" she asked instead. Tony nodded.
"Yep. Pep has all our usual press conference people in there, waiting for some big announcement from Tony Stark." he replied with a smirk. His wife just rolled her eyes. Then they heard footsteps approach them, they both turned to see Happy and Peter walking towards them.
"Thanks Hap." Tony said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. The older man just grumbled like he didn't enjoy toting Peter around after all these years.
"Yeah, thanks Uncle Happy!" Peter said with a smile. Happy waved them off, and walked away. Once he was gone, Peter turned to them.
"So what's this all about?" Peter asked curiously, looking around at the empty hallway.
"We have some reporters in the next room. I thought we'd announce Spider-Man as the newest member of the Avengers." Tony answered, smiling when Peter's jaw dropped. He was speechless for a second, before he furrowed his eyebrows.
"And if I say no?" he asked quietly, looking down at his hands. Now it was Tony's turn being speechless, and Natasha sent him a smug look.
"It would depend on why you're saying no." she answered for him. Peter nodded.
"Well. After all the stuff. The monument, the ferry, the plane. I don't think I'm ready to do this full time yet." Peter admitted, sounding shy. He looked up at Tony with a sad look.
"Is...is that okay?" he asked quietly when Tony didn't say anything. That snapped Tony out of his thoughts, and he walked over and pulled his son into a hug.
"Of course, bug. That's totally okay. You can just be...the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until you're ready, yeah?" he said softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Peter nodded gratefully.
"Yeah. Um...so what are you going to do about the reporters?" Peter asked. Tony swore under his breath.
"Yeah they are ready for some big announcement. Pepper might kill me if we don't give them one." Tony replied, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair, making it stick up. Natasha let out a sigh, and walked over to fix it.
"Why don't we tell them about us?" she asked, her attention completely on fixing his hair. Tony's eyes widened, and he looked over to Peter, who had a similar look of shock.
"Why?" was all he could choke out, and his wife finally looked down at him with a smile.
"Why not? It's been years since I was an undercover agent, the whole world knows my name and face now. Why not finally admit to it?" she asked, her lips tipped up in a smirk. Tony was at a loss of words for a minute.
"Are-are you sure?" he asked, as Pepper came out to signal it was almost time. Natasha nodded, squeezing his hand.
"Okay then. Let's go announce our marriage on national TV. Cool. Peter's still a secret right?" Tony said, adjusting his tie, before Natasha swatted his hand to get him to stop.
"Of course. It's going to be fine. Let's go." she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door.
"Good luck!" he heard Peter call from behind them, and soon they were in front of what seemed like a million flashing lights.
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IRON-SPIDER FAMILY WILL RETURN