chaos and the calm
"Well we couldn't separate them, Tony!" Captain America yells.
They've been in the room for nearly 20 minutes. They also clearly weren't aware of how loud they were talking, but Peter and Clint could hear every word said.
Apparently, Tony Stark wasn't aware of Peter's existence.
"What about a foster family?" Tony asks, and Peter sucks in a breath. Looking up at his dad, he lets the worry show on his face.
Clint kisses the top of his head, "Don't worry bud, anywhere you go, I go."
"Tony! Barton is legally Peter's father, you can't separate them!" A new female voice cuts in.
"If you want Barton, you get his kid." Dr. Banner says, "He can just stay here while his father is on a mission."
Peter frantically looks up at Clint, eyes wide. “Missions?”
”Petey, I-“
The door opens and out walks the Avengers, minus Thor.
“Here’s the deal.” Banner starts, “We weren’t aware that Peter existed-“
He’s cut off by Black Widow, “We still want you, Clint. You and Peter can stay here. And when you go on missions, which won’t be for a while, Peter will be safe here.”
She lends a friendly smile to Peter, “They are working on your room right now, but until then, we had all your stuff put into Clint’s bedroom.”
Clint nods, still processing what was happening.
“So you’re not putting me back in foster care?” The teen asks, his eyes flicking over to Stark.
Clint pulls his son closer, “Peter they couldn’t take you from me. You are my son, they can’t change that.”
Silence took over the group, watching the father/son duo.
Captain America claps, breaking the quiet, “Okay! What about a tour of the compound?”
Clint looks to Peter, who slowly nods.
“Let’s go then.” The blond leads them, unaware of the nerves that are running through Peter’s system.
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“I don’t like Captain- Mr. Rogers, dad. Or Stark.”
The two we’re on their own floor, unpacking their things.
“Why not bud?”
Peter shrugs, “They don’t trust me. And for what reason? They didn’t do enough research? And they’re not fooling anyone, it’s clear they don’t want me here. Neither does Dr. Banner. Romanoff might trust me, I’m not sure.”
”Well, I’m sure they’ll warm up to you. If you don’t annoy them with your unusually high pitched voice first.” Clint laughs.
”My voice is not high pitched! I’m seventeen!”