Peter Stark one-shots

"Peter, meet the Avengers"

Who the hell is this kid, and who does he think he is?

"Hey, kid? Who are you?" I ask to the small boy on the couch.

He turns around with a surprised look on his face, he is in fact a very handsome lad. Well, more like baby cute. He's auburn curls falling into his big doe eyes.

"Y-you guys aren't supposed to be here until Thursday." He points out. How on earth would he know. Maybe its public knowledge, or known around the tower?

"Kid, I'm not gonna ask you again, who are you?"

Instead of answering me, he looks straight at Natasha, and I see her eyes light up in realization. How? Natasha doesn't like anyone. A soft look graces her features. Does she know this kid?

" маленький паук is that you?" She whispers almost too quietly for me to hear.

She definitely knows this kid. But, again, how? No one else here, including Stark, knows this kid.

The boy looks as if he's about to cry, not out of sadness, but joy? I'm confused.

"МАМА ПАУК!"He screamed as he embraced Natasha in a hug.

Now I'm really confused.

"Nat, who's, uh, who's the kid?" Bucky asks.

"This is my nephew, well, Godson. Peter, well I'm sure you already know them, but there's Cap, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam." She introduced before turning back to the kid and squeezing him tight in her arms.

"Okay, uh, first off, Your a Godmother? And second, who's kid is he?" Sam asks her.

"That would be my kid."

Tony.

Tony Stark.

Has a kid?

Since, when?

The others looked as baffled as I did.

"You have a kid, Stark?" Sam looks at him almost with humor.

"Yes, I do. And you weren't supposed to be here until Thursday." Tony glares at us.

"That would be my fault." Natasha answers for us, "I wanted to see Peter, its been 5 years." She turns back to Peter, "And you've gotten so big!" She exclaims.

Heat rises to the boy's, Peter's face. "Thanks МАМА ПАУК." He looks to his feet.

"C'mere kid." Tony opens his arms, signaling Peter to come over to him.

"So, uh, well, this is my kid. Peter Stark. Uh, yeah. He's 15. And before you ask, yes, he is my biological son, he's Pepper and I's." Tony (attempts) to clarify.

"I assume you all still have plenty of questions. I will not answer them, mostly because I don't feel like it, and you will all be given a shit ton of NDA's to sign." Tony tells us.

"Wait, Stark, how have you been able to hide a kid for 15 years?" Wanda asks.

"I have my ways, its not like we were all particularly close with in that time range." He answers his words dripping with venom.

"Dad, its okay." The small bo- Peter tells Tony.

"Okay, excuse me Stark, but how, how am I supposed to believe that you've actually been sober enough to be there for this kid, huh?" Sam's beginning to push Tony's buttons, I can see it from here.

"Fri?" Is all Tony says, looking to the ceiling.

"Boss hasn't consumed any alcohol in 16 years, 2 weeks, 5 days, and 13 hours. The last time it was presumed that he was drinking was at a gala 7 years ago where he was drinking a non-alcoholic beer. Boss is roughly 16 years sober." F.R.I.D.A.Y. answers.

Peter glares at us to say, 'Told ya so'

"Okay, but how? You were literally drunk the last time I saw you." Okay, Sam was really starting to get on my nerves now.

"And that was 17 years ago." Peter scolded through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, Wilson, but is there any specific reason why you would need to know this?" Tony asks.

Sam begins to step forward, but I put my hand out in front of him to stop him from moving.

"Tony, where's our rooms?" I ask to change the direction of the conversation.

"Floor 93, it has all your rooms there." He replied coldly.

And with that, we made our way to our rooms and I made sure to scold Sam on his behavioral issues.

-+*+- Tony's POV-+*+-

As soon as they left I looked over to Nat who had stayed up here.

"How does one person have the audacity to ask those questions?" I growled.

"I'm so sorry, Tony, I had no idea that he would react this way." Huh, the Russian lady has manners. I never woulda thought.

"It's all good, not your fault." I brush off before turning to my son, "You okay, Peter?"

"Yeah, he was just a lot ruder than I thought, I think I should be asking you." He answers.

"I'm good bud, thanks." I kissed his forehead and sent him back to watch his movie.

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So, uh, there's my first one-shot in the book, I know its not great, but if you don't have anything nice to say, please move on. Again, sorry for the trash you just read.

Comment anymore story ideas, I know this ones short, but there will be plenty of long ones (hehe) to make up for it.

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Please, give me some Peter Stark stories to read, I'm bored. P.S. don't forget to vote!!!