So, I think the way this is gonna play out is uh, please give me ideas at any point in time, on any chapter, just yeah. Basically, Peter is 15 and nobody except his mom and dad (and Nat) know about him.
Peter Stark, son of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, was headed back home. Well, to Stark Industries, but still.
Peter walked into the building, nodding politely at the receptionist, Jenna. Everybody here knew of Peter, well, not entirely, they just knew that if you hurt him, Tony Stark will be on your ass. No one really knows how Peter came to be. He just showed up one day claiming he worked for Tony Stark himself, and it went from there. People around the building started to call him Mini-Stark, completely oblivious to the fact that he would in fact be their boss someday.
Peter stepped into the private elevator on the east wing and began his ascend to the penthouse. The elevator dinged, signaling he was on the 95th floor, and he stepped into the overly decorated living room. He went into the kitchen grabbed a snack and went to his bedroom to finish his homework.
About an hour later, Peter decided to watch one of the many Star Wars movies out in the living room. He liked that TV better, 1. Because it had F.R.I.D.A.Y. Hooked up to it so he only had to use his voice, 2. because its closer to the kitchen, and 3. because its HUGE, like not cinema huge, but very very close. The boy snuggled up into one of his Iron-man throw blankets (curtesy of his dad) and a giant box of candy.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. dim the lights in the living room to 13%." He told the A.I., the perfect amount of darkness, but not too dark, so that he could still make his way to the kitchen without tripping.
-+*+-Steeb's POV-+*+-
We were a couple days early, we had gotten of the mission quickly, so hopefully Stark won't mind if we drop in a few days earlier than we planned. Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Sam, and I, went over to the private elevator by the east wing that leads directly to Stark's penthouse. We know he isn't home, but we decided, that its not like we could do anything harmful to the place that he hasn't already done. Not that we would do anything harmful. But, still.
"Alright F.R.I.D.A.Y. Take us to floor 95 please." I call out to the voice that controls the elevator.
"Of course, Mr. Rogers."
I looked around and saw that Natasha was practically shaking in her brown uggs from a look of excitement. What could she be so excited about? It's just Stark, we saw him like 2 months ago.
-Natasha POV-
I couldn't help but smile, hoping to see my маленький паук. I haven't seen him since he was at least 10. He should be around 15? Right? I don't know, its been forever, and I really hope he's here. Usually Stark tells him when we are coming, so Peter usually goes over to a friend's house. So, I convinced Steve to help me wrap up the mission faster, so that I might have a shot at seeing my маленький паук.
I know that Stark wants to keep Peter a secret from the team, but I think he'll live.
-+*+-Peter's POV-+*+-
When I heard the elevator ding, I immediately wondered why Dad was home so early, I mean he's always here, but he doesn't come back to the penthouse until like 6. And its 4 now. I don't turn around to look at him, instead, I grab another Hershey bar out of the box and continued watching the next Star Wars movie.
I thought I heard chatter in the background, but decided it was probably my dad talking to F.R.I.D.A.Y. or maybe he's on the phone with someone? I don't know.
-+*+- Stevie Boy's POV-+*+- (sorry for all the switches)
The elevator dings and I'm met with a very loud, "I am your father." I assume its Stark, although he's not one for particularly loud movies. My idea is shot down quickly as I see what looks like a teenager wrapped up in a blanket, chowing down on a Hershey bar.
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!!!