Finding Peter
[ 2 months before the events of CivilWar ]
"Tony, why are you using your time to focus on a mutant vigilante?" Pepper questions, her face twisted in confusion and irritation.
And to some extent, Pepper had the right to be irritated. Tony was using his sleeping hours and hours in general, to find this so-called Spider-Man. Ever since wind caught around, Tony's curiosity sparked. He went all around the internet and found multiple videos of Spider-Man.
With the onesie this Spider-Man had, he seemed more like a Spider-baby. When he paused one particular video, he messed around with the graphics, and Spider-Man was just wearing a hoodie, shorts, shoes, and tacky goggles.
With that in mind, Tony notices something. No, it wasn't his height or how high the voice was or even his stance. It was his outfit. Even when you're an adult, you surely can design your own superhero outfit. JARVIS helped with him, Natasha designed her own suit and even Steve even helped with his signature suit.
So Tony was looking for someone who didn't have the sufficient money to make his own fancy suit but to make his own webbing.
"Because this vigilante is a mystery and I like mysteries," Tony mumbles his reply and looks up to see Pepper. A beautiful, lovely woman who didn't deserve to deal with such a disaster that is Tony.
Pepper rubbed at her face, her eyes glancing at him before looking somewhere else. "Tony-"
"I'm not overworking myself, Pep."
"Tony, I know what's happening," Pepper whispers and grabs a chair to sit next to him. Tony hated that even when they were apart that Pepper would always, always be worried for him. Because despite space itself in it's mysterious glory, Pepper thinks his greatest enemy is just himself.
Not Obie.
Not the mandarin.
Not even Vanko.
Tony.
"Pepper, we're on a break. Remember?"
"I know, but-"
"Then, you have to know that you have a meeting tomorrow at eight about a collaboration between Stark Industries and some law place for letting people... what? Remind me again, I'm lost."
"Nelson and Murdock want us to fund their law firm not only with money but with technology so they can help with people who have been faced with injustice," Pepper says like she studied the exact words and was going to be tested on it.
"Why are we doing that again? It seems out of character?"
"We're doing it because you went ahead and suggested it since you have seen them defend one of their clients with nothing but a pen," Pepper states proudly. Was she proud of Tony? He couldn't tell. Suddenly, Her phone rings. "It's their assistant. I'm sorry Tony, I need to take it."
Tony nods as he hears the fading of her heels clicking until it was basically nonexistent.
-
Where was he?
Oh.
Spider-Man.
Going back to the picture, he goes and looks over any footage. The latest he found was Spider-Man stopping a car from hitting the bus and he stops it. dead-on. That made Tony's jaw drop.
Impressive.
"Boss," FRIDAY voice rings up and made Tony look away from the video, "I have live footage of Spider-Man entering an apartment."
Breaking and entering?
"Put it up, FRI."
And it was there. Across from a grocery store, There was Spider-Man all in nothing but his signature costume and without his mask. All he could see was curls and him hopping inside an apartment at the time of 2 AM.
And it's then that he notices the time Spider-Man does his afternoon through nightly security watch. Never morning, Never all night. He would start patrolling at three p.m., And goes wherever he goes after night.
That's when it hits.
Spider-Man isn't a man. He's a boy.
He decides to hack into the camera and sees the name. "FRI, search up Spider-Man and any physical description they have plus the apartment, see the residents that fit Spider-Man's description, plus any nearby schools."
An hour into the night, He found Peter Parker. AKA Spider-Man. Goes to Midtown. Has straight A's. Really intelligent kid all-in-all. Now his parents? His parents? That's where Tony started to see that Spider-Man birthed way before he was born.
His father. Richard Parker. Worked at Oscorp and for some reason, Norman Osborn wanted to create-- mutate Spider's DNA and merge it into human DNA. But from the research papers, it could only bond with Parker's DNA.
So, Peter was born with Spider DNA.
And he notes that Peter supposedly died in a plane crash with Richard and Mary. He dug into Mary and discovered that Mary isn't his mom. He did the Punnett square and there was no way that Mary could be his mother biologically.
The question remains (at least to Tony) He discovered Peter, his dad, but not his mom. When he went to the birth certificate, the mother's name was redacted. This sparked his interest even further. How important is this mother? With nothing else to do, he unredacted it and it had someone's name he wasn't expecting to be on any birth certificate besides her own.
Natalia Romanov.
At first, Tony didn't believe it. He knew from eavesdropping, Natasha spent her time in the Red Room. Certainly, Natasha didn't have the time to do the birds and bees with Peter's dad... Right?
Wrong apparently.
- Norman Osborn held a presentation and invited many guests. It included Richard Parker but no Natalia Romanov. That is until He notices in the documents that Natalia sneaked inside and acted as a waitress before Richard was leaving with Natalia.
He didn't know why Natasha came to the presentation nor why hadn't she stayed and do whatever she came to do, but in not doing so, resulted in Peter.
Tony didn't know how to feel about an assassin that he knows to be such an excellent liar that Fury had to make a lie detector to see if she could fail it bear a child that from the looks of it, isn't so harmless.
"Get me the address, FRIDAY."
-
[ Before the airport scene in Civil War ]
Peter was ordered to remain calm as he was waiting to meet his mother in the hotel that Tony bought for him in Germany. He was nervous. What would be his moms' reaction? Would his mom ground him for being a superhero? What's her favorite color? Does she like daffodils? So many questions ran through his head but that didn't matter as he hears Tony Stark talk with his mother outside the walls.
"Tony- my kid is dead," His mom chokes out, "I read it and whatever child you have there is probably not my child."
"But here's the thing: That is your child!" Tony exclaims, sounding upbeat, "Peter Parker, son of Richard Parker and an unknown mother?"
That made mom stop. "Please," She says on the verge of sobbing, "Please don't give me hope."
"This is true," Tony speaks and he heard papers being handed. Heard them being flipped around and he could hear Natasha small murmurs of, "Is this-?"
Heard nothing.
Then, he hears footsteps on their way to where Peter was.
His back was turned to them before he turns and faces them.
Tony Stark wasn't there but Natasha (or his mom) was. She had puffy eyes, a very minuscule smile, her hair loose with curls that fall to her shoulders, she didn't have on her black widow suit but instead tights and a plain grey t-shirt. If he didn't know better, Peter would assume she was a college student.
But Peter knew better.
That woman was his mom. Is his mom.
His mom is in front of him.
Peter’s eyesight had blurred.
"Mom." He croaks.
Natasha ran and so did Peter. They ended up hurting each other but Peter didn't care as he sobbed into his mother's arms and his mom doing nothing but hugging him back and saying: "I got you."
Peter was happy.
"You dumpster-dived and made a TV?"
"...Yeah."
Natasha rolls her eyes fondly, "That's so cool but also gross." There was a smile on her face.
And after that, Peter shared everything and told her every, single thing. His mom didn't share much and Peter could tell from her averting her eyes away, she wasn't proud of her story. But Peter didn't mind.
He was with his mom and his mom was with him.
And what must've been an hour rushed by because Tony was at the door saying, "SUIT UP!" Tony tossed them their new and improved suits and Natasha stares at his Spider-Man suit.
"Wait, you're Spider-Man?"
Even his own mom knew he was Spider-Man.
Peter chuckles nervously, "It's a long story."
Guess his mom knew the long story.