The Superfamily Prompt is a rather crack idea where Tony Stark / Iron Man and Steve Rogers / Captain America are living together and raising Peter Parker / Spiderman. I assume the Avenger's plus Thor are living in Stark Towers (soon to be the Avenger's Tower) and I will also assume the presence of all of the Marvel-verse that have made film appearances, though they will be supporting characters only (as in X-Men and the Fantastic Four). Peter Parker/Spiderman's time line is relatively based off of Ultimate Spiderman (comics, when this started there was no show). There will be a poll for Peter's pairing: Flash Thompson/Peter, Harry Osbourn/Peter, Mary Jane/Peter, Gwen Stacy/Peter, Deadpool-Wade Wilson/Peter, None, and Other in case I forgot one that is popular.
Peter stared blankly at the paper. It contained a name he had never said before.
"Damn," he muttered as he stuffed his eraser in his mouth. "Stupid idiots." This was hell, this was worse then his initial discovery of the whole Iron Man / Captain America thing that he was never, never, ever supposed to talk about in public. His head ached from trying to wrap his mind around this.
Four months of official adoption and two months of pre-adoption-well-there's-this-teenager-living-in-my-house,-Steve,-because-Nick-Fury-asked-me-to-keep-him-after-his-aunt-died-in-Loki's-attack-since-the-teenager's-a-superhero-and-Fury-doesn't-want-anyone-abusive-or-foreign-getting-their-hands-on-it, had led to this. Peter's hand hovered over the paper, pencil at the ready. "Dad," he said as he read the word. "Tony or Steve?"
Fuck it. This was incredibly difficult, and Peter had saved Manhattan from imploding before. He did not want to offend, he did not want to cause trouble, he just... Steve made him breakfast and played ball with him and Tony took Peter to movies and after that talk they'd had last night about Tony feeling like he wasn't ready to raise a family but still wanting to try; Peter felt like he needed to do this. He even wanted to do this.
Peter had never managed to call anyone 'Dad' before. His own parents had died to early for Peter to even remember them, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May had always been Uncle and Aunt, if only in name. Having a 'Dad' and a 'Dad' was definitely different (and something which would have caused Aunt May to cry "Oh, my Lord!" and Uncle Ben to roll his eyes and mutter under his breath) but in a way it was better. This new 'family-thing' was different enough that Peter was hopeful the curse could be broken. He'd had four parents who had all died. At least these new parents were indestructible, however male they happened to be.
Maybe he should just call them 'Dads'. As in, when the both of them are present he should just say 'Dads'. As in 'Dads, shut up I already heard that story about the Black Widow' and 'Dads, pass the ketchup, I don't care if it's steak'. Peter bit his lip. They could be 'Dad' when they were separated, like when Peter was doing sports or something with Steve and when he was in Tony's lab. That would work, Peter decided.
But what if I want to talk to just one of them and they're both present?
Peter chewed on the end of his pencil. He, deciding, wrote 'Steve + Tony = Dads', and 'Steve - Tony = Dad', 'Tony – Steve = Dad'. What other things do people call fathers?
"Where's my computer?" Peter mumbled. And he found his laptop on his desk, opened it, and turned to the God of his Age. Google. 'Names for Dad', Peter wrote, and he clicked on Alternative Names for Dad and Mom.
Pop. Peter sat up. That's kind of old fashioned, he realized, and he knew immediately that it worked. Granted, it sounded like something a three year old would say, but Peter wasn't doing this for him. He was doing it to show how much he appreciated being taken in after his aunt had... passed.
"Pop," Peter said as he looked at the photographs above his desk. "Pop," he repeated when he found that photograph of Captain America. Peter grinned at the thought. "Dad."
Now Tony Stark. Peter's grin faded. He returned the eraser end of his pencil to his mouth and chewed. Peter scrolled down the website. Someone offered a link to names for 'Dad' in other languages, and, since Peter was not calling Tony 'Daddy' or 'Poppa', he clicked it.
Padre?
Oh, God, no. Tony would never let Peter live that down.
That sight wasn't useful, and Peter kept scrolling down the next. Damn it. None of the names fit. Maybe he should try googling 'Nicknames for Tony Stark of Stark Enterprises, a.k.a. Iron Man'.
Maybe a pet name thing? Anthony Edward Stark.
Nope. Peter could not think of anything.
AES? Sounded like a gas company. IM? Instant Messaging.
Peter crossed out 'Steve – Tony = Dad' and wrote 'Steve = Pop; Tony = Dad'. "There," he sat back and looked at his paper. Half a night's agonizing and the results worked. "Dads," he tested experimentally, "Dad, Pop." Peter shrugged. "Alright."
The problem, then, would be to actually instigate it without freaking out. They were probably expecting it though, he'd been calling all the other Avengers 'Aunt' and 'Uncles' for two months now.
Peter rushed downstairs. Damn it. Not school. For God's sake, not school.
"You are late," JARVIS announced stoically just as Peter rushed into the kitchen. Shit, Peter thought. Steve looked up from the table, dressed in casual slacks for the day, and Tony was sitting down munching on food he obviously did not prepare, in partial Iron Man armor.
"Morning," Peter said as he opened the cabinet. Dads!
"I made you some toast," Steve said as he held out a plate with two pieces of buttered toast upon which were assorted fruits, just as Peter had liked it.
Peter grabbed a napkin and stuck the toast onto it after taking a bite. "Thanks," he said, his mouth full of food. Pop!
"You don't have to take the bus," Tony (Dad) said, standing up with a creak of his armor, "Cap can drive the Porsche I bought him, then you don't have to go all the way down the street."
"The red, white, and blue Porshe," Steve (Pop) muttered unhappily his breath as he cut open a banana and began to put peanut butter in between the slices. Tony smirked. "Take this too, Sport," Steve said, "it's the first day, you don't want to get hungry."
"Uh, thanks, and I'll walk," Peter said. He took the banana awkwardly in his other free hand.
"It's no trouble," Steve told Peter kindly, "I'm not on patrol today."
"I am," Tony rolled his eyes, as he always did when faced with the outrage of Tony Stark patrolling the city for danger.
Peter lifted one, butter-and-fruit filled, hand like a wave. "I think I can manage." He jogged to the door.
Steve, of course, easily passed him with his long, super powered gait and opened the penthouse door for Peter. "Alright, but how about Tony or I pick you up?"
Damn, Peter thought. Even Tony had stood up and was watching Peter from the kitchen door. "I'm going to go to work," Peter explained, "I called yesterday about getting my job back, since I hadn't gone since the... uh... Loki Incident."
Steve nodded, but Tony grimaced. "You want to work?" Tony wrinkled his nose.
"Yeah," Peter said. He blinked. "Okay, bye."
"Bye, Pete," Iron Man waved as Tony's armor covered his body.
Steve smiled. "See you later, Sport, have a good day at school."
"Thanks," Peter said. He froze. "Bye Dad," he said to Iron Man, "Bye Pop," he said to Steve. Then Peter jumped into the hallway and shut the door before he could see their faces. Dear God, did he always turn this red?
Peter, as he always did when sitting in a boring class, fingered his Spiderman suit beneath his collar. First day, last period, and he was already bored to tears. Mary-Jane wasn't getting back from that drama troup for two more weeks, and Peter hadn't seen Gwen or Harry all day. He would have to call. Peter had barely spoken to them since the Loki Incident... when Aunt May had died.
I wonder if my Dads know I still go out? Peter blinked. Well, surely they know, after all, hardly a day goes by when Peter's suit isn't plastered over the Bugle. But then again, Tony never reads the newspaper and Steve has JARVIS only bring him the comics.
Current Events. Damn. You would think with Current Events like mutants, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, alien invasions, mad scientists, and Earth-threatening asteroids that the class would be much more... exciting and less mind-numbingly awful.
It sucked also that the teacher, Ms. Flip, had assigned seats randomly. And Peter was smack dab in the back of the class between Flash Thompson and Kong McFarlane. Oh yes, the fact 'Peter Parker' had been signing his name 'Peter Stark' for the past four months had not changed a thing, probably because no one had noticed and Tony had been keeping everything out of the press.
"I want all of you to think of some of the influential people of our time and I'm going to make a list here on the board," Ms. Flip announced.
Flash looked at Peter.
Peter tried not to look back, and in his head was thinking 'Shit'.
Someone raised their hand. "The President," she said.
"And who is our current president?" Ms. Flip asked.
After an awkward silence, someone else raised their hand, "Barack Obama."
"So, Puny Parker, you flunk out of school last year?"
"Flunk out of sophomore year of high school?" Peter thought, "Doesn't seem like something I would do." He looked at Flash.
Kong raised his hand.
Flash glared at Peter. "Fuck you, Parker, you were probably off at science camp getting high on calculators."
"Spiderman," Kong announced.
Peter flinched.
Ms. Flip nodded. "Yes, superheroes are highly influential people of our time. Now, who do you all think the most influential heroes are?"
"The Avengers," someone said.
Another person, in the minority, argued, "No, the Fantastic Four!"
"What about the X-Men?"
"The X-Men aren't heroes, Liz, they're mutants!"
"Yeah," Peter said, "we all gathered around a campfire, crushed calculators, and snorted them while quoting Star Trek."
"I spent my summer cleaning up New York, after the Loki Incident," Flash Thompson bragged, "what about you, Puny Parker?"
Kong rolled his eyes.
"Maybe I should kick your ass again, like last time," Peter snapped.
Thompson turned red. "You-!"
Ms. Flip paused. "Excuse me, you boys in the back, do you have anyone you want to add?"
Peter stared up at her.
"Spiderman," Flash guessed.
"Already on the board."
"Au- Black Widow," Peter said with a glance at the board.
Mc. Flip frowned. "I wouldn't consider an assassin an influential person, but I suppose she's a favorite of you boys."
Peter felt almost sick to his stomach at the thought, while Kong wolf whistled in his ear. Dear God, he thought as he slid down in his chair. Let this end.
When they were signing the adoption papers, Tony had told Peter to keep his name. He said that it would be good for Peter to always have something of his first families with him.
Peter replied that he already had enough of them that he couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to move on. Peter Benjamin Parker Stark.
"Peter!" Someone yelled as Peter was shoving his books into his locker. Whoever it was had just come out of the Boy's Locker Room, which, unfortunately, Peter's locker was right next to. One day in and it already smelled like football and soccer jocks.
"Yes," Peter turned.
Harry Osborn grinned wildly and slapped his hand down on Peter's shoulder. "I haven't seen you all summer!" He explained, "I had to sit with the team during lunch, but I saw you and I waved, guess you didn't see me."
Awkward. Hyper observant, ultra-powered, spider-sensitive superhero misses friend waving at him from across a cafeteria. "How have you been?" Peter smiled.
"I'm great," Harry admitted, "still crap with my dad and the... asylum, but I've been pretty great despite it all. It's Senior year, you know, gotta kick it? So, are you still..."
"Junior, sixteen," Peter said.
Harry laughed for a moment. "I meant," he grew serious, "are you in a foster home? Did someone... I know that after your aunt you..."
"I got adopted," Peter said.
"That's awesome! Who-"
"Keep it down," Peter hissed.
Harry blinked. "Pete, why? What's wrong?"
"It's just..." Peter sighed. Dad/Tony doesn't want the adoption to be public and take media away from his pro-mutant campaign, and he doesn't want people to know about him and Captain America while the Avengers are still unpopular from the Loki Incident, and I would rather not have everyone find out about me being Iron Man's son because then what is the point of having a secret identity if everyone will treat me different anyways. Although Dad plans on telling people soon, I mean he's taken me out to games and I'm 'Peter Stark' for crying out loud... Damn. Peter looked up. Harry was expecting a reply. "Dads," flew out of Peter's mouth.
Harry's jaw dropped. "You got adopted by..." He looked around and his tone lowered. "By gays?"
"Yeah," Peter said, head reeling with the sort-of not-really lie that he was not sure he should be telling, "and they're pretty bad-ass and stuff, I mean, you wouldn't expect them to be gay..." Thinking, Peter amended, "I mean, I think they're bi." He continued, "But I already get so much crap I would just, I'd rather not... talk about it."
"So it's..." Harry made an odd gesture. "It's cool?"
"Yeah," Peter said. "It is, and I have an aunt, and three uncles. We all live close together, and they're all home a lot." Peter smiled. "It's more than cool, actually."
"That's good, I was a bit worried about you, when you stopped coming to school and then at the funeral-"
"I'm fine, Harry," Peter said. He smiled. "I am, I swear."
Peter's phone rang.
Oh, right, it was the phone Tony gave him that could do basically anything in the entire world, looked like Iron Man's armor, and only played Captain America's theme song as a ringtone. "Uh..." Peter scrambled for the phone, but didn't manage to find it until 'Star Spangled Maaaan with a Plaaaaan!' People passing by, and Harry, gave him odd looks. "I... I didn't set this," Peter explained.
"Alright," Harry said, obviously not believing Peter. "well, maybe I should come over sometime, and meet this great big happy family."
Peter's eyes widened in fear. "Um..." He accidentally answered the call.
"I want to pick you up from school," Tony Stark said. "You can go work later. I want to go out and eat something. You're a teenager, you're always hungry, right?"
"Yes," Peter said.
Harry frowned. "Is there something wrong with why me meeting them?"
"No," Peter said, "it's just..."
"'No'," Tony said, "I'll let you pick."
"One second," Peter said to the phone. He looked at Harry. "Everything's fine, you can come over" he said to Harry, which was not at all what he wanted to say but Peter was getting flustered, since last time Tony had randomly taken him out for food they'd eaten dessert that cost a thousand dollars and they'd spent the evening fighting crime together as Iron Man and Spiderman; it had been amazing.
"Cool. See you tomorrow," Harry said as he left.
Peter waved. He got back on the phone. "I want to work," Peter said.
"Why," Tony said, sounding like a three year old about to start a tantrum.
"My work is good, really good for being Spid... you know, and I enjoy it," Peter said, "even if it is just web design for a local newspaper."
"You can web design for me."
"That's okay, Dad," Peter said.
Tony was silent for awhile. "So, when did that start by the way?"
Peter flushed and grabbed his backpack. "What?" He asked. He shut his locker.
"I'm in the red Mustang," Tony said.
"Don't you dare come here."
"I'll be there in fifteen-"
"I mean it!" Peter looked around and ducked into the, empty, boys locker room. "Listen, Tony, if you want to keep this whole adoption thing quiet for a big longer you shouldn't just pick me up at school. I'm not a rich kid, alright."
"You're wearing designer clothes that were handpicked by the designer for you, Peter," Tony countered.
"And no one noticed, Mr. Frugal," Peter said. "I'll be home by seven, I'll swing by right after work."
"Swing by as in 'be there for awhile and then leave' or swing by as in 'swing'."
"'Swing'. Web." Peter looked around carefully. "I'll go to work. I'll see you at home. Don't pick me up."
"Secrets are boring. How bought we get Cap and go on the Today Show?" Tony offered.
"Dad, for crying out loud, no."
Tony sighed. "Cap and I talked..." He paused. "And after what you said this morning."
Peter blushed. He slid to the ground, sitting on the dirty locker floor. "It shouldn't be a big deal," Peter said into the phone.
"It's a huge deal."
Peter looked at the floor. "Alright. But I told Jameson I'd be in today."
"Fine. I'll buy you a car."
Peter laughed. "I can't drive it," he reminded Tony.
"I'll build you new webslingers."
"You already redesigned them twice."
"Fuck. I mean, darn. What do you need?"
Peter laughed. "I don't know," he admitted, "I have way too much already." He thought. "Let's... go crimefighting."
"Well," Tony said wickedly, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I was assigned earlier this morning to this little situation in an abandoned science lab."
Peter blinked. "Sure it can wait."
"Oh, yeah, it's contained, just needs some people to rustle them up."
"Them?"
"Dogs. Possibly mutant dogs. Or wolves. Mixed with boards. Nine feet tall and gleaning with muscles. Fifteen or twenty. Tame stuff, you know?"
"Alright. Seven," Peter smiled. "See you there."
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