Son
In which Tony learns he already has a son. It just takes the God of Thunder to help him realize that.
"Mr. Stark, I'm going out now!" Peter screamed as he packed up his homework.
"Where're you going kid?" Tony asked.
"Umm.. going to have Shuri meet Ned and Michelle," Peter said upside down
"No.. no God Peter don't do that!" Tony flailed his arms in annoyance.
"Please Mr. Stark! If you want we can hang out here." Peter begged.
"No not that! Don't have webbing on the ceiling!" Tony gestured to the jungle gym of webbing on the ceiling. There was a web hammock with Peter's stuff attached to webbing (which he was feebly trying to peel off. "It takes forever to come off!"
"Oh, sorry sir. It won't happen again." Peter apologized as he put his phone away.
"Whatever. Just go to your little playdate and enjoy yourself." Tony grumbled.
"It's not a pl- nevermind thanks, Mr. Stark! See you tomorrow." Peter said in a rush running to the door.
Crunch.
Tony looked for the sound of the noise, finding Thor eating a pop tart with the rest of the Avengers behind him.
"So, why have you not informed us of your son sooner?" Thor asked cluelessly while the rest of the Avengers quietly let out giggles.
"Excuse me?" Tony's eyebrows raised up, reaching the clouds in disbelief.
"You are excused," Thor responded. "He also calls you Mr. Stark. Why is that?"
"Argh! I don't have time for this. Nat, you explain it to him, I'm going to get work done." Tony walked away. What none of the Avengers could tell though was the big ass smile on Tony's face. Son. Huh? Yah, I guess you could say that.
