Alright so this is my first fic. I hope you guys like it. There is more to come wether you like it or not though. It's a superfamily fic where Tony is probably in his 60's and Steve is probably late 40's or 50's and Peter is 18.(But of course we still imagine them as they're beautiful young selves.)

Disclaimer: Saying it once and never again. I obviously do not own Avenegers/Spiderman. As much as I wish I did.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

'Damn alarm. I live in Stark Tower why can't JARVIS wake me up peacefully?' Peter thought cynically as he hit snooze and pulled himself out of bed. Peter groggily went through the motions of putting clothes on and brushing his teeth. He walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen where the smell of French toast and bacon filled the air. His pops was obviously cooking. When Dad cooked everything was either burned or ordered in.

"Hey Pete. Sleep well?" Steve asked.

"Mhmm," Peter mumbled.

"Still asleep?" His dad Tony asked as he walked in the kitchen.

"Mhmm," Peter said as he plopped three pieces of French toast and a lot of bacon on his plate drowning everything in syrup.

"Well wake up Petey you can't sleep and skateboard," Tony said shoving his son lightly.

"I'm a master of multitasking its fine, Dad," Peter told Tony as he scarfed down half of his plate.

"Whoa slow down son, the food isn't going anywhere," Steve said with a smile.

"Yes but school will not wait for me and I've already been late enough, Pops,"

Steve and Tony shared a look and Tony just shrugged as if saying 'boys will be boys'.

Peter finished his breakfast grabbed his skateboard, bag, and camera and ran towards the elevator while calling to his fathers "Bye guys love you!"

"Well at lease we don't have a son who doesn't give a damn about school," Tony said watching as Peter stepped onto the elevator.

"He takes after his father," Steve told Tony lovingly.

"Yeah I heard his biological father was a scientist at OSCORP," Tony said brushing of Steve's compliment.

"I was talking about you, dummy," as Steve leaned over to give Tony a kiss.

Peter walked through the hallways of a crowded Midtown High trying to mind his own business. Peter always had problems with jerks bullying him. Pops understood what he was going through but his dad, never really had to go through that the guy graduated from MIT at 18. How was he supposed to understand? Most of the time though Peter didn't say anything about the bullying. He didn't want to worry his dads they had enough on their plate already.

But when he saw Flash bullying a poor nerd that Peter was in four classes with he couldn't take it. "Hey, Flash! Leave him alone!"

"What'd you say, Parker?"

Peter froze, what was he thinking? Flash is going to bash his skull in. "I said leave him alone, Flash."

"You wanna take his place, Parker? Huh? Fight me c'mon I'll even let you take the first swing."

Peter took a deep breath and squared his shoulders trying to remember anything his Pops or Aunt Tasha taught him.

Peter got in a boxing stance and swung for Flash's face. Unfortunately Flash was faster and stepped out of the way making Peter spin around a little. Once Peter stood up straight Flash got him right in the eye. Peter was about to try and fight back before he saw the Gwen Stacy to right up to Flash, "Hey, Flash, did you do your Trig homework because last time it wasn't so great. Why don't you get to class?" She turned around to face Peter, "You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good thanks," Peter replied before walking away to biology class.

The topic today was genes. Bloodlines: who your parents were and what you got from them. This was always a sore subject for Peter. He knew his dads loved him with every fiber of their being but Peter still really didn't know where he came from. Who were his biological parents? He knew their names but who they were? What they did? That was a mystery.

Peter remembers some things about his parents. He remembers them scrambling around his fathers office trying to find something he remembers the spiders and the equations. Other than that nothing.

"So for this assignment I want you to create a family tree complete with blood type and all the dominant trained of your immediate family. Other than that go as far back as you'd like, please go back at least 3 generations though. So parents, grandparents, and great grandparents."

A small boy in the front of the class raised his hand slowly and asked, "What if your adopted or you don't have both parents as an option?"

"Then you have an option of using your biological parents or adoptive parents. And if part of your family tree is unavailable to you then that is completely fine. It's not your fault."

Peter's head was spinning. He wanted to use his dads but maybe this could be a way to find out more about his adoptive parents. Maybe his dad's would be okay with him doing his adoptive parents especially since he's sure his dad's don't really want him to announce that he was really Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers.

Harry Osborne elbowed him in the arm and whispered, "So then who are you going to do? Your parents or adoptive parents? You ask me you should do Cap and Tony I'm sure their lineage is fucking cool."

"Well I didn't ask you now did I, Harry?" Peter replied sardonically. Harry and Peter have been friends for a few years now, they had met at a few charity banquets here and there where both of their father's were in attendance. When they got to high school and saw they were in some of the same classes they started hanging out mostly to spite their fathers, but a genuine friendship grew from that and both could easily say that they were the others closest if not only friend.

But Harry didn't know what it was like to hide who his parents were. Everyone knows that he is Norman Osborne's son. Most of the schools population didn't know about Peter's dads though and he wanted to keep it that way. That's why he kept the name Parker and his dads made sure he was in few if not any magazines or papers. Only the most Avenger fanatic people knew who he was and there were very few of those here.

Peter quickly realized he probably should use his birth parents and make up some blood types once he figured out his own blood type, but he would use this project to find out about where he came from. Maybe he still has that box of his things from the orphanage. Peter decided that that night he would ask his fathers where that box was.

When Peter got back to Stark Tower JARVIS informed him that his dads had to go fight some mutant or something so Peter went into the kitchen to get an ice pack from the freezer for his eye before heading to his room and starting on his homework. One of the perks to being a genius's son is that you tend to be a genius too. Peter tactfully avoided taking out his Biology homework specifically because he didn't want to think about his project. By the time he was done with all of his other homework (with multiple breaks in between) though he decided it was time to grab some dinner.

It was in the middle of warming up last nights leftovers that he heard the elevator ding and JARVIS say, "Welcome, Masters Stark and Rogers," and that was where Steve says, "Jeez, Tony, does it have to do that very time we get home? The damn thing scares me even after 22 years."

"For the billionth time Steve 'the damn thing' is a he and his name is JARVIS and I quite like my A.I. the way he is and if you don't like him change his programming yourself." Peter laughed and Steve scowled knowing then that Tony wouldn't do anything about the A.I.

"Hey Pete making dinner?" Tony asked as he walked through the kitchen.

"Yeah Dad, you know some of us actually eat." Peter replied.

"Hey I love food. I just don't have a regular eating schedule." Tony replied.

"I'm starved," Steve, said as he rummaged through the fridge to get more leftovers "and don't you dare try leaving Stark you're eating with us as a family."

"But I have to fix the suit, Steve!" Steve gave Tony one of his glares and Tony gave in and sat down at the table.

"Fine." Peter smiled at his dysfunctional family.

"Holy shit Pete what happened to your eye!" Tony said when he finally looked up at his son. Which caused Steve to turn quickly and look at Peter. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, Flash was being a dick to a kid in my class I stepped in. Already iced it I'm fine."

"Peter how many times have we told you of you can't fight for yourself how can you fight for others?"

"Pops that's pretty rich coming from you."

"There's a difference between your Pops and you, Peter."

"Well I'm already healthier than you were at my age." Peter said with slight malice.

"Hey! Don't talk to your father that way!" Tony reprimanded.

"All I'm trying to point out is that I am better equipped to fight my bullies than Pops was at my age. I don't want to run away from the bullies."

"He's right but still Peter. I don't want you to be like me as a teenager always coming home beat up because I was too stupid to run."

"Fine then."

The small family sat in slightly uncomfortable silence as they ate their dinner before Peter cracked and had to ask about their mission. "So who was this mutant you guys were fighting?"

"Oh this guy is awful, he was an idiot barely knew how his mutation worked – "

"Tony we shouldn't be talking about the mission with Peter."

"C'mon Pops I'm not gonna tell anyone this 'sensitive information."

"The kids old enough Steve, we can talk about the missions," Tony replied.

"The kid is still too young," Steve said adamantly.

"Alright fine we'll drop the hero talk."

"You know we wouldn't have to drop the hero talk if I had a suit of my own..."

"NO," Steve and Tony yelled at the same time. Peter held his hands up in surrender. It's been an ongoing argument for a few years now that Peter wanted to fight with them and they wanted to keep Peter far away from the hero business. All Peter wanted was to be less helpless.

After a few more minutes of silence Steve turned to Peter, "So how was school today?"

"Fine. I have a biology project where I have to make a family tree and get the blood types of my parents and go at least 3 generations back."

Steve and Tony shared a look they both knew that Peter couldn't do that project. They went to great lengths to make sure that he stayed out of the papers for the most part for his own safety they didn't want anyone to try and kidnap him to get to one of them.

"I kind of wanted to do my biological parents..." Peter said slowly.

"Oh," Steve said he wasn't going to lie; that hurt but he knew it was perfectly natural for Peter to want to know where he came from.

"Yeah I kinda remember this box from the orphanage, do we still have that?" Peter asked.

"Yeah it's in the attic if your done with your dinner you can go up there your Pops and I will clean up."

"Thanks Dad," Peter dropped his silver wear in his plate and ran towards the attic.

"We'll I knew this day was coming I just didn't think it'd hurt so much."

"You know he loves us, Tony. He just wants to know where he comes from."

"Still."

Peter looked around the attic trying to find the box he remembered. There were so many though. And just as he was about to give up be found what he was looking for. A small box that just simply said on the sides: from the orphanage.

Peter grabbed it and ran back to his room but not without tripping a few times. 'Curse his clumsiness!'

Going through the contents he found a lab coat, some glasses, and a briefcase. In the briefcase was just a simple picture from an old paper of two men in lab coats one of them didn't have an arm and the other looked almost exactly like Peter. In the caption it said, 'Curt Connors (right) and Richard Parker (left) after making a groundbreaking discovery' but it didn't say what the discovery was, maybe that's what the article was about.

He immediately went to his laptop and searched Curt Connors. Immediately hundreds of links popped up about Connors and his research in regenerating limbs. Dr. Connors worked at OSCORP maybe he could ask Harry if he could take him to meet Dr. Connors ask him what his parents were like.

There was a knock on the door before Tony walked in Peter's room. Peter scrambled to close all the windows up on his computer. Bad enough he was friends with Harry Osborne it'd be even worse if his dad saw him researching scientists at OSCORP.

"Hey Pete. Got a second?"

"Yeah, what's up Dad?"

Tony walked in and sat down on the bed. "I just wanted to say that I know you wanting to learn more about your birth parents is natural and all that junk but through everything you learn about them remember your pops and I love you and I know I'm being incredibly sentimental and crap but your pops wanted me to tell you that," Tony passed noticing the computer screen, "She's cute," pointing to the picture on the computer of the debate team, which was obviously centered on Gwen Stacy.

"Yeah I guess," Peter shrugged.

"You like her."

"Dad, it's a group shot she's-she's on the debate team. I take pictures for yearbook I'm fixing the picture."

"Whatever you say, Petey."

"Leave. Please. Now."

Tony got up and held his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright." Tony paused when he saw the photo on the floor. He picked it up and examined the picture. "Damn, you look just like him."

"It was in the suitcase that was in the box," Peter replied. Tony stated at the picture for a while before setting it down. "Well just remember gushy lovey parental stuff. Do well in school and all that," Tony told him as he walked out his son's room clapping him on his back on the way out.

"Hey, Dad," Peter called as Tony was almost out of Peter's room. "Yeah, Pete?"

"Thanks for being supportive of me finding my birth parents. I love you, too."

"No problem kiddo," Tony smiled and walked out of the room and headed to where Steve was in the living room.

So I hope you liked it. Please review. Tell me what you think and all that, or not that's cool too.