In which Peter is a spider
Tony stared in shock and disbelief at the tiny spider that was sitting in the middle of the floor where Peter had just been standing. What the fuck just happened? Everyone else’s faces mirrored exactly how Tony was feeling.
“Stark! Where did the kid go? What happened to him?!” Steve demanded angrily.
Tony wished he had an answer, but he couldn't form any words, or even begin to wrap his mind what had just happened. Peter had been there one second, and then puff a tiny spider had replaced him.
Peter was confused for a second why he was suddenly looking at everyone’s feet, and then he realized what had happened. This had never actually happened before, but he knew that someone must have released some kind of spider pheromone. He had done research and discovered that becoming a real actual spider, was a possible side effect of being exposed to spider pheromones for to long. Suddenly there was a finger right in front of him. He hopped back in surprise. He realized then that it was only Mr. Stark's finger. He crawled carefully onto it.
"Pete that you?" Mr. Stark's voice boomed. It scared Peter a little, but he was happy the man thought it was him. Peter knew he couldn't speak while he was spider, so he just hopped up and down happily.
Tony peared at the tiny spider hopping frantically on his finger. It was definitely Peter. Tony frowned. How the hell was he supposed to unspideratize the kid.
"Wait? Stark! That can't possibly Peter!" Steve was pissed. Tony scoffed inwardly. Steve was acting like he should know what the hell just happened.
"Yes Rogers, now if you don't have anything helpful to add shut up," Tony replied angrily. He needed take the kid back, and put him somewhere safe. He shuddered imagining someone accidently stepping on tiny Peter, "You'll be fine kiddo."
The spider hopped nervously. Surely there was some way to communicate, if there was he would find it.
Tony gazed sadly at the glass cage Peter was in. Tony felt horrible about it, but it was the only way to ensure the kid's safety. Tony had spent the past day and a half trying to figure the whole spider situation out. It hadn't been going well. He had been racking his brain trying to figure out what in the warehouse would make the kid change... and that fast. The rest of the Avengers had left to go try to investigate further. Tony had decided to stay. He didn't want to leave the kid alone, and so vulnerable.
Peter was getting very bored in his enclosure. He wanted to be free. He wanted to talk... and eat... real food. Peter stopped his useless crawling as vibrations worked their through the cage. Footsteps, but who's were they? Mr. Stark was sitting. Peter watched him get up and leave the room. He looked alarmed. That made Peter nervous. Peter managed to make his way up the glass, and out of the cage. A bigger vibration worked its way up the cage. Peter felt it reverberate through his body. It wasn't good. Peter worked his way up to the ceiling, and into a vent. He crawled his way out of the lab. Where had Mr. Stark gone. Vibrations shot down the vent and Peter shivered. He looked through the vent, and saw what was happening. Iron Man was fighting some kind of metal spider. It was what had been leaking the spider pheromones. This was that things fault! Vibrations exploded through the wall as Mr. Stark was smashed into it. Peter could tell he was having a hard time, even with the suit. The man was slow to get up, and the spider attacked again. Peter didn't like this thing beating up his father. He lowered himself from the ceiling and onto the spider's back. It stopped what it was doing. Peter's mind raced. What should he do? Then he remembered the incredibles. He crawled into the plating on it's back. He was going to get this thing to kill itself.
Tony was in the process of trying haul himself to his feet for another round when the robot stopped and started attacking itself. After a few minutes of thrashing about it shorted out. A tiny spider scuttled out of the wreckage. The kid could still hold his own even when he was coin sized. Tony smiled, and then for one reason or another he passed out.
Tony woke, and found himself leaning on a shoulder... Peter's shoulder. He had his head leaned on Peter's shoulder.
"You okay kid?"
"Me!?" The kid sounded surprised, "Yeah, I'm great. I am more concerned about you. Why'd you pass out?"
Tony was touched by the kid's concern.
"Mr. Stark hasn't slept in 36 hours. The sudden release of adrenaline flushed him, and he passed out," Friday explained before Tony could even open his mouth, "And Peter's vitals are normal."
"Welp, I guess that answers those questions," Tony laughed.
"I'm pooped," Peter chuckled.
"Maybe we should both take a nap," Tony suggested. He was still exhausted.
"Sounds good to me."
Neither of them made an effort to move. They both just sat leaning on each other, and went to sleep like that.