Peter was just in a call with Mr.Stark when he heard ruckus. "—I was so scared! I thought I killed him. He was just laying there, drool coming from his mouth—" He heard screaming and Mr.Stark laugh on the other side. "I told them not to mess with you, tho I was expecting Clint to be the one who will get to know your punch." Peter wasn't speaking, he was focused on the screaming outside his room. "Hey, kid, you okay?" "Hold up Mr.Stark, I think I hear screaming. Sorry, I'm gonna call you later to continue."
Peter missed the end call button, so when he muttered to himself "I hope they did not break something or im going to really break their bones." He turned the key in the hole. "I have one job and I'm going to frickiti tatiki do it. If they did, Mr.Stark is not going to be happy." He closed the door and from the phone you could hear Tony laughing. "They better prepare themselves for the wrath of the Parker's. I can't wait to get back. Not regretting my decision one bit. Coming Pep!!"
Arriving in the living room, he saw Rhodey screaming at Steve, Natasha having an argument with Sam, Bruce was speaking with Clint, but he was getting angry. And Bucky just stood at the side speechless. Peter immediately came by his side, seeing was in distress. "Mr. Barnes I need you to calm down and tell me what happened." Bucky looked at Peter, not sure if this kid would be able to do anything about it. But he remembered Clint's words "....i don't think he would bring any kid. Nobody right in the head would bring a kid into this, also it's Tony's favorite, so there must be a hidden reason as to why he likes him and as to why he is the one."
"We were talking about the plot about one of the movies. I don't know what made Steve say what he said, but it was about the fight in Germany. I don't remember what the commentary was, but he was addressing it to Tony, a bad one. Of course it made Rhodey furious. Something about how egotistic he is and not caring or some bullshit. As you hear and see it transformed into this chaos." He somehow managed to hear the soldier over all the screaming.
It made Peter's blood boil. 'Egotistic'?! 'Not caring'?! In that moment he wanted to punch Rogers in the face so hard. But he had to calm down. Gritting his teeth, he controlled the urge to kill Steve and move Bucky to the other side of the room. "Okay, I will try to fix this. You just stay here, don't say anything, don't do anything." His voice was rough and laced with venom, not towards Bucky of course. Barnes felt it, the hairs on his arm spiking up. He gulped loudly, noticing Peter's expression. Now he knew what Stark meant. "You don't wanna mess with him" Yeah, he was sure as hell he didn't want to. Peter looked ready to kill somebody, the veins on his neck popping out, the grip on Bucky's arm was strong, leaving a dent in his metal. Barnes, remembering how the kid knocked Clint out cold. Peter didn't ask him, no, he gave an order. As he felt Peter take his hands of him and turn away from him, he let out the air, he didn't even know, he hold in.
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Peter watched everybody scream and argument. His ears were ringing, but he didn't care. "Everybody, shut up." They did not hear him. " I said. Everybody, shut up!!" Steve snapped at him, as the others continued to argue. "This is none of your concerns kid. Go do something else." Steve went back to throw words at Rhodey. For a second, he really thought he could resolve this verbally, but as soon as he saw Rogers push Rhodey, he couldn't take it anymore. In a split second he punched the super soldier right in the jaw, the body flying into the window, breaking it in thousands of pieces. Steve somehow managed to catch himself on the window beside him.
The voices stopped. Sam launched himself at Peter. Bad mistake. The vigilante didn't care about his identity anymore. He kicked him in the guts, sending him into the wall, webshooters on, Peter webbed him there. Natasha startled, pulled a knife out, that she always had on her. The spider-senses instantly acted, Peter turning in a swift motion, slapping the knife out of her hand. Twisting her arm, behind her back in the process, making her yelp.
Clint seeing his best friend attacked, jumped into action, lunging at Peter, not expecting the boy to turn, kicking him high in the chest, into the floor, where he was webbed too. Nat, shocked him with a widow bite, getting out of his grasp, but Peter was faster, pushing her on the couch, now her being webbed too. Hearing rustling behind him, instantaneously he twirled around webbing the person to the window, that being Steve. Bruce who was in his radius, put his hands up. Nobody spoke, just huffs and groaning filled the room. Bucky stood behind the counter astonished, memories flooding in. "You have a metal arm? That's so cool!" "Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" The kid is Spider-Man. Peter's voice boomed through the room.
"I really didn't want to use violence, but you left me no choice, Rogers. You know Rhodey has a problem with his legs, yet you still pushed him. I don't give a shit, that you are a hero or whatever you think you are. You do not have the right to speak bullshit about Mr.Stark, after he worked so hard, to make you be able to walk freely around the world, gave you a home and made sure to give everybody what they want and wish for. So you better take your words back, right the fuck now! Or do you want a bloody nose and some broken bones too?!" Peter was fuming, how dare he. Pete wasn't the person to lose his calm so easily, but after what he heard from Bucky and Steve pushing Rhodes, it was over. "I—I 'm sorry..." "Sorry doesn't cut it Rogers. Save the pretty words for Mr. Stark." "I take what I said back. Everything....Every word. I swear, I won't talk like that about Tony ever again." "You better fucking mean it." Giving him one last stern look. Peter exhaled, crouching down, hiding his face into his hands, trying to calm down.
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Nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody. After two minutes, he calmed down and took in everything he did and said. Standing up, made the heroes flinch, he sure made an impact on them. He strolled towards Natasha, picking up her knife. When he stopped in front of her, Nat felt scared. She usually wouldn't have been, but Peter staring at her, with a dead expression and a knife in his hand, made a shiver travel down her spine. Peter bent down and started cutting the web, his expression softening. By how Natasha's heart beat faster, he realized she was expecting something else. "I am so so so so sorry, Miss. Romanoff. I was so caught in the moment, that I thought of you as a threat, my body acted on it's own. I'll get you out of the web, wait just a second. Are you okay?" The assassin chuckled a little. "Yes, I am. I thought I told you to call me Nat." Her heart was still beating fast and she was still scared a bit, but listening to what just Peter said, understood it was just self defense and that he was truly sorry. "Sorry, Nat."
Next he got Clint out and Sam, knowing that they were just trying to protect their friends. "As for you Captain, the webs dissolve in two hours. Happy waiting." Rhodey was still on the ground, gaping, observing the interactions. "Oh! Rhodey! Are you okay? Did he push you too hard? Can you walk? Do you want to sit down?" Peter without delay brought him back on his feet. "Yes. No .Yes .Yes please."
A hologram appeared out nowhere. "What the hell happened here? Who are you?" It was the pirate guy. "Miss FRIDAY, ignore." "What? Don't you d—" The pirate, was cut off. "Miss FRIDAY, please make sure that the pirate guy, needs permission to get answered." "Ok, Peter. Would you like me to inform Mr.Stark of the broken window?" "Yes, please. Now who wants to order something? I'm starving." Multiple 'me' came as an answer. "Okay then, tell me what pizza, sauces and chinese takeout you would like."
When the food came, they left two pizzas beside the asshole and resided in Peter's personal room, where he told them all about his life and adventures, excluding some parts. Everybody shared something about themselves, each story having ups and downs. Clint and Natasha shared their story from Budapest, which everyone was curious about. It was about one o'clock when everyone went to their rooms to sleep. As if on cue, Mr.Stark called.
"Hi Mr.Stark, I guess you have a habit of calling late at night." "Woke you up?" "Nah, I was just about to lay down." "I was informed by FRI that...there was a broken window???" "Yeah...sorry about that." "No problem with that. I can get as many windows as I want, but are you okay?" "Me? Oh—yeah I am. So if I cab ask, was that the only reason you called?" "Ah yes, I am coming back tomorrow morning. When you'll wake up, I'll already be there. We solved the problems faster than we anticipated." "Really? That's so nice Mr.Stark. I hope you have a nice flight back, I have so mu—" Peter's by long yawn. "I think it's time for you to go to sleep. Good night, kid." " G'night, Mr.Stark."
Peter's eyes closed shortly after, forgetting to end the call, small snores could be heard from the boy. On the other line of the phone, Tony chuckled. "Love ya, kid." Peter somehow still being able to hear responded. "Love you too, dad." With that, his brain finally decided to sleep. On another continent, Tony Stark, a genius billionaire, was smiling like an idiot because a kid, his kid, called him dad.
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Later that night, Peter woke up in cold sweat, panting and gasping for air. He had a nightmare. He was back there, under the warehouse, the cold cement pressing him down. With no light, with no help. Only this time he couldn't lift it. He died there, under the rubble, all alone, a disgusting voice, saying a name, that will haunt him forever. "Pedro." He tried to calm himself, but he couldn't. He felt as if though his heart was going to explode. FRIDAY called to him, but he wasn't able to make out the words. Everything in his room seemed threatening. Peter got up from his bed, leaving the room, now standing in the hallway. 'What am I doing here?' Then, he suddenly remembered, the room next to him was Mr.Stark's.
Somehow the billionaire was always able to calm him down, but not in the way you think. Tony didn't know about the panic attacks or the nightmares, but by simply feeling his presence, Pete was relaxing and calming down, almost instantaneously. The teenager, didn't know if he was allowed, but quietly asked FRIDAY to open the door. "Miss Friday, would you be so kind to open Mr.Stark's door?" Peter was 75% sure the A.I. would reject it. "Of course Peter." FRIDAY played along and whispered back. A click sound was heard and Peter pressed the handle, entering the room. Everything screamed "Tony Stark" and the spider-ling liked that. Even the hoodie threw on the ground did. The room was more messier than he imagined, but as said before, he loved every bit of it. Peter approached the bed, his left hand wandering on the soft cover. He sat down on the bed, the squashy mattress giving a nice feeling. He laid down on the bed, thinking it would hurt, he was going to stay just five minutes then leave. Nothing more. Or so he thought. His eyelids were getting heavy, closing his eyes, he went into a deep slumber.
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Tony just arrived at the airport, feeling tired. He couldn't wait to get home, onto his nice warm bed. Pepper didn't come back with him, as she had to solve more business with another company, trying to collaborate on a worldwide project. His car was waiting for him, throwing the suitcases in the trunk, Stark got in the driver's seat, driving off.
Arriving at the compound, he was ready to sleep twenty-four hours straight. Entering the building there was no one awake just like he guessed. Not wasting any time, Tony arrived in front of his room, taking the key out, he inserted into the key-hole. Turning it, he was waiting for a click, that never came. Why was the door unlocked? He made sure to lock it right away, after getting ready to leave. Slowly he opened the door, the sight made his eyes widen. The all so familiar brown curls, were laying on one of his pillows. The small paced breathing coming from the figure, made him melt right there on the spot. Peter Parker was lying on his bed, sound asleep, some brown curls covering his forehead, trembling a bit. Tony carefully placed his suitcases down, closing the door behind him. It was still 4 am, also not wanting to wake up the boy.
First thing he did, was change into something else, as the suit was getting uncomfortable. Second he stood by the bed and wondered what he would do. Finally, he said fuck it, got in the bed, pulling cautiously the blanket, over both of them. As if on cue, Peter placed an arm on Tony, almost as if, to make sure the man would not go anywhere. But Tony was already way too tired to care or to observe, falling asleep.
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At about 11:57 Peter woke up, in an unfamiliar place, but familiar embrace. Shit. He realized it. He fell asleep in Mr.Stark's room. Soon he freaked out even more, realizing Tony was the one having an arm around him, giving him no possible escape route. Not that he didn't like it, yeah it was nice, comfortable and warm. Welcomed it with all his being, but it's Tony Stark we're talking about. His mentor, father-figure, genius billionaire. How could he have done a mistake like this. Peter was so caught up in his thought, that he didn't notice the person behind him stir.
"Mornin' kid." Pete froze, he didn't know what to do, what would Mr.Stark say. But he doesn't seem to dislike it or does he? He tried to keep his composure. "M-Morning da—I mean Mr.Stark." Even tho Tony was awake he didn't try to move even one bit. "Was everything alright here?" "Yeah—uh—I mean t-they had an argument, but I—uh—stopped it." "Really? Good job, kid." Tony yawned loudly. "Let's go eat some breakfast spider-boy, I'm starving." "S-sure." Mr.Stark released the grip on Peter and got up, putting some slippers on. Peter did the same, only that he was totally freaking out, about the fact that he just had one of his best sleeps with Tony Stark, mentor, father-figure.
"C'mon, let's go." Tony threw an arm around Peter' shoulders and strode confidently to the kitchen. Arriving there, he stopped, leaning more and more on Peter as he was still tired. After he ate, he would go back to sleep. Everyone was there, around the table eating. "Morning everybody, breakfast i see breakfast is ready." They were sure surprised to see Tony here, but more intrigued as to why, Tony came with an arm around Peter, both with hair in all directions and pajamas.
Stark gave a look to each of them, then chuckled. "I see you've met the wrath of the Parkers. Told ya you didn't want to mess with him, guess the cat is out of the bag. I'll answer the questions—mhm—later." They both start eating in silence. After they finished, Tony stood up, dragging Peter out of his chair. "M-Mr.Stark?" Tony yawned in response. "Let's go back to sleep, Pete. Ugh, I'm so tired." Leaving the room, also left all the other avengers in pure confusion. Only some being able to put two and two together.
Getting in bed, Peter of course getting in too, Tony threw and arm around Peter again, brining him closer, just like in a hug. "G'night, son." Peter forgot how to breathe for a second or two, before feeling a bubbly sensation. A small smile on his face, closed his eyes too, drifting back to sleep. " Good night, dad."
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a/n: I am so so sorry if the story was confusing. Sorry for also not posting for so long. But i wanted to post all three chapters at the same time. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes. I just finished it, being 02:48 am.
Each chapter has around 3000 words, except the first one having over 4000 words.