The Protected Avenger

The School Meeting

(A/N: I know, I know, boring title but I couldn't think of another title! Sadly, this is going to be the last part since I only planned on this story being three parts. If you want me to continue it, I gladly will. I enjoy writing Avengers fanfiction, especially with Tony as a father. My next fanfiction will most likely be an original character (OC) daughter of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. Or one about Tony saving an abused Peter! You pick! I hope you like end!)

A few months had passed since the Avengers found out about my "daily beatings" from Flash, Elijah and Connor. That day, Dad, Steve and Natasha had gone to talk with them and convinced them to leave me alone. I was confined to the infirmary that day until Papa was sure that I wasn't going to suffer a concussion. It was quite boring but eventually Dad, Papa and I went home for the night. Ned visited me the same day and was glad to hear the beatings would stop.

School became better after the talk they had. Though they still would knock things out of my hand or give me looks, they tended to leave me alone now. It paid off to have such protective fathers and guardians. They weren't legally my guardians, but it didn't make a difference. I was surrounded by love and it made me feel happy. It made me see that tons of people loved me.

I also wasn't allowed to be home alone for quite a while. After school, one of the Avengers would always pick me up after school. It usually ended up being Steve or Natasha who were coming since the others were busy. Dad and Papa made more of an effort to get home earlier and talk to me. So, everything seemed to be alright.

I was heading to grab my stuff to head home, wondering which Avenger would pick me up after school today. In my mind, I hoped it was Papa. Papa seemed to be upset with himself that I had been getting bullied without his knowledge. Tears had even been in his eyes. He seemed to not show it, but Dad and I knew. He seemed to get over it when spending time with me.

"Flash Thompson, Elijah Wilson, Connor Anderson and Peter Stark, please report to room 100," Mrs. Greyson, the secretary requested over the intercom.

Room 100? That's my English class. Why would Mrs. Dalton want me? Was I in trouble? Not questioning anything, I headed down to the room with my backpack slung over my shoulder. Maybe one of the Avengers was picking me up from that room since I was having trouble in English. It just wasn't that interesting. It was a B so Dad and Papa weren't that made at me. It's not like I got straight A's though I got pretty decent grades, As and B's.

Most of the kids were heading the opposite direction so I was going against the grain basically with the other kids. I held onto my bag with my one good arm. The cast was off but I was still in a brace for one more week. It wasn't as hard to carry things, but Dad and Papa were still gentle towards my healing arm. Dad would let me slack off on chores but I had a feeling that was going to stop soon. Every night, Papa would check my arm to see if it was okay. My parents were pretty caring and I loved that about them.

I opened the door to room 100 and I was startled to see all the Avengers there in the room with the meeting. Dad and Papa rushed over to give me a hug, their eyes full of love and support. With a smile, Dad hugged me first and smiled at me with a brief, "Hey, Kiddo." Papa hugged me too and briefly said, "Hello, son."

The door closed and Papa and Dad stood on either side of me protectively, each having one arm on each side of me, ready to fight if needed. Dad's Iron Man suit was standing behind him, ready to be put on if he needed to do it. Papa's cloak was ready to choke someone and he looked ready to do use sorcery. Steve was in his full uniform, his shield on his back like a backpack. Thor was standing there, looking fierce with his hammer in his hand. Clint and Natasha looked ready to do damage, looking tough while Gamora had that killing look in her eyes again. Peter was standing there, also looking tough. Bucky was on the side with him, looking pretty scary to most who didn't know his nature. Groot (with Rocket on his shoulder) was as tall as the room, standing next to Peter. Scott had used his suit to become the full length of the room. Bruce hadn't become the Hulk yet, though he looked like he was ready to. I was so thankful that I was their friend and not their enemy or a supervillain.

Flash's parents were there too, standing there in fear at seeing the Avengers gathered together while ready to fight. His father was tall and thin, with black hair and brown eyes, about the same shade as him. His mother was a bit shorter, but still a bit tall, also about that shade. Elijah's mother stood there, clearly thinking that her son is innocent while Connor's parents thought the same. Mr. Walter was looking a bit scared himself at seeing all the Avengers in one room, in battle mode.

Dad was looking pretty angry and that wasn't good. If Dad was angry, that meant he most likely would grab his Iron Man suit.

"Well, thanks for coming…parents…and guardian of Mr. Peter Parker," Mr. Walter looked scared at Steve and Thor who were the toughest Avengers. I looked over at Dad who had his arms crossed.

"About two months too late," Papa muttered under his breath, but the ones who knew him well and were used to him had heard him.

A slight smile spread on Dad's face and even Steve was starting to laugh a little.

"Yes, anyways, I know that something happened and I want to get it settled. I don't want this small issue to remain a problem," Mr. Walter.

"'Small issue?' Do you call being beat to a pulp a small issue?" Steve asked angrily.

"I don't think my son would consider it a small issue," Dad added, both looking at him menacingly. Papa had a look of total anger in his eyes.

Mr. Walter seemed to regret his words that angered Steve and my dad. "N-no, I don't consider that a small issue. Let's move on and get the full story from Peter. I want you to tell us what happened."

"You scared the puny human," Thor commented as he, Dad and Steve smirked.

I sighed and started telling my story from the start. I told of how I asked them to be friends in kindergarten and they said no. I told of when they started to bully me and make me cry quite often, laughing at me crying. As I told the story, Dad and Papa were looking angry but also quite sad at hearing it. Thor, Steve and Natasha started to look angrier at Elijah, Flash and Connor. I told of them beating me and then of them lying to get out of it.

"Oh, he's just lying for attention," Flash muttered. "Penis Peter is just a wimp who doesn't know where is place is." He didn't seem to remember that Avengers were all around him.

Dad's face was starting to become red and Flash's face waivered, regretting that he said that in front of Dad.

"How can you even prove my son did it?" Amanda asked. "He's probably framing Flash since Flash is much more popular."

Dozens of eyes turned towards her and Steve coldly looked at her. "How can we prove it? Well, he's still recovering from the beating Flash, Elijah and Connor here gave him and is terrified of them."

"What beating?" Elijah pretended to act innocent.

It didn't bother me, but Dad looked ready to put his suit on again. He had backed up into his suit, an angry look on his face.

"Well, since you can't seem to remember, I'll refresh your memory. Peter had a broken arm that still is broken by the way. Well, it has a brace on it. Anyhow, he had dozens of gashes and bruises on his face. They took about a month to heal. He could barely breathe or walk when Steve took him to us," Papa looked at him. "Does that refresh your memory, morons?"

Elijah started to shake in his boots. Connor laughed. "How do you know that he didn't just beat himself up to get attention and to get us expelled?"

"Why on earth would he do that?" Thor asked with Clint starting to grab an arrow but Natasha shook her head at him.

"I don't know Maybe he's jealous?" Flash looked at my fathers who had dark looks on their faces. They were quite protective of me.

"Jealous of you? Yeah right," I muttered. "I at least have a brain and a heart, Scarecrow and Tin Man."

Everyone in the room started to chuckle and Thor high-fived me at the joke Dad and Papa looked with proud looks at me.

It really was sad to see what Flash, Elijah and Connor were going to have to deal with, but I had no pity for them. They beat me senseless and I would've died if not for Steve interfering. So, no, I didn't pity them, not even a little. While I didn't want them to get the worst punishment, I wanted to get a restraining order to keep them away from me.

"At least I can get a girl," Flash smirked but frowned again,

Dad looked at them. "With the punishment that you're going to get? You'll be lucky if you ever leave a prison cell."

Amanda gasped but Papa didn't look surprised. None of the Avengers did. I guess that's what they were talking about in the Avenger meetings that I had to miss. While it sucked, it also helped boost my grade and now I had all A's which pleased my fathers.

"You can't send my son to jail," Amanda glared at him.

Dad dryly laughed. "I can and will, Amanda Thompson. You don't know how many lawyers I have lined up. Your son made a mistake when messing with Peter Stark, right from the first day."

Dad being tough really wasn't all that shocking to me. It was something I was used to, living with him ever since I was a baby. Though he was tough on me (no, he didn't use physical punishment), he wasn't the touchy-feely type. He did tell me he loved me and gave me affection, though. He wanted to show that he was better than his father.

With Dad being rich, he had dozens of lawyers that could get his way whenever he wanted to, being a billionaire. Since it concerned me, I wasn't surprised that Dad had already pulled quite a few strings. When things concerned me, he was ready to do whatever it took. He was ready to get everyone to do as I asked. When I was a kid, Dad loved taking me in his flashy cars just to show them I was his son. He still will do that and did quite often after I was recovering from my beating.

"You see, Peter is a junior Avenger," Steve walked towards Dad and winked at me. "When you mess with an Avenger, his fellow Avengers will be right behind him. You also messed with a child. We don't take kindly to that. We've beat supervillains and aliens tougher than you."

"You're right Steve," Clint smirked "Peter is the baby Avenger. When you mess with him, the adult Avengers are certainly going to save him and protect him."

Amanda looked in fear at Clint and saw the arrows on his back. Natasha's eyes were red and it looked seriously cool. Though, Elijah's mom and Connor's parents were still terrified at what was happening. Mr. Walter had stopped talking and allowed the Avengers to do what they came to do.

"Now, I believe your sons have something to say to Peter," Natasha spoke with an angry look.

"Sorry," They mumbled as I nodded.

It was weird to see them terrified instead of me being terrified. Connor was almost in tears, but seemed to be blinking them away. His parents glared at my parents and had their hands on his shoulders. Elijah was looking scared at Thor who had a grin on his face from seeing them get what they deserve. His mother was looking appalled at her son. Flash still had a smirk, but it disappeared when Steve glared at him and Natasha looking ready to kick him.

The boys looked pretty terrified, but my pity was little to none right now. Looking at Dad, I glanced at him and he winked at me, making me laugh. Papa was looking around the room and then at me, his doctor side starting to take over. When his doctor side came over, he was tough. He knew what I should and shouldn't do, so it was impossible to hide things from him.

"I-I'm glad that we apologized," Mr. Walter got the courage to speak again.

"He's still scared," Thor whispered at Dad who gave him a "shut up" look.

"I can see that, thank you Thor." Dad sarcastically replied. "I'm not blind or dumb.

I do have eyes."

"Don't fight," Papa told with a stern glance.

Though I hardly got in trouble, I knew that glance well. When I was in trouble, it was a look I didn't like. Thankfully, I didn't see that look often. I usually behaved as a child, according to Dad and Papa. I was a happy boy that was usually in his own little world. It helped that I had two superhero fathers to shield me from how the world works and how mean it was. As a kid, I was just happy to play with my fathers and to get new toys.

"What will their punishment be?" Elijah's mother, Rachel, spoke as Dad and Papa put their hands on my shoulders.

My mind was wandering to another place and Dad didn't seem to stop me. It quickly came back to reality and I looked at my fingers. Though I was glad that my problem would be gone, I was also a bit embarrassed. I needed my fathers to even stop my arguments. Though, Dad and Papa seemed happy to help.

"All three boys will be expelled. There will be charges against them as well," Mr. Walter answered, starting to look a little afraid.

"How long will they go to jail?" I whispered to Dad.

"Most likely a year and then they'll get a restraining order put on them. They can't go anywhere near you anymore."

"That'll cost us a fortune!" Rachel complained.

"If your sons admit they're guilty, it can be easy. They'll go to jail for a year, but then they get 200 hours of community service each. We will also be putting a restraining order on them. They can never go near Peter again."

I looked up at Dad and then fiddled with the strap of my backpack.

"That's the lightest that they'll get, but if you cooperate, that's what'll happen," Papa agreed, while Thor let me touch his hammer.

The parents agreed and then the Avengers started flooding out of the classroom, leaving my fathers and me together.

"Dad, will they get hurt in jail?" I asked as we headed towards the exit.

He shook his head. "No, but they won't like jail. Are you alright, Peter? I hope we didn't scare you too bad."

I shook my head. "Let's go home and play Minecraft."

Dad laughed. "That's my boy."

….

Another month had passed since the meeting. About a week ago, we all had gathered in court and decided on the boys' fate. Like Dad said, they were going to jail for a year as well as having to do some community service. They also were expelled and prohibited from coming within 500 feet of me. Dad upped it to 1000 so they couldn't come anywhere near me now.

Me? Well, I was starting to thrive and be a happy boy. I was starting to talk to MJ and I could talk to Liz freely without feeling worried. At school, my grades remained straight A's and I was the highest in my class this. I started dating Liz this past year and we really hit it off. She even liked my fathers, which made me incredibly happy.

"You really don't mind how protective my fathers are?" I asked as we headed out the door and down the street to grab a bite to eat.

She laughed and shook her head, grabbing my hand. "No, Peter. As long as we're together, I don't care. You saw how my dad was. Though, it is pretty cool that you have two superhero fathers."

"Most times, it is. Other times, it really sucks," I laughed as we headed down to eat together.

"I'm just happy that you're alright now and away from those bullies."

"You are so sweet, Liz. Thank you. I love you," The words made me blush.

She smiled at me. "I love you too."

I was back to being Peter Parker…Spiderman. I had an awesome best friend, two superhero parents and a cute girlfriend. Life was great!

(A/N: The end! I hope you liked it! Peter gets the ending he deserves since he's adorable and should be protected at all times. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! –Sam)