Tony decided to take his one of his sports cars instead of the suit because he didn't want to freak Peter's aunt out too much. Despite this, he was still breaking multiple speed limits on his trip to her house. Several cars honked along the way, accompanied by frustrated shouts from the passengers. JARVIS guided him along a route to the woman's house, and the farther Tony got, the more downgraded the houses became. He frowned at the thought of Peter living in these kinds of houses. After a half an hour of speeding, the billionaire slowed to a stop in front of a crumbling house with a few attempted renovations scattered throughout the two story building. This made him frown.
Tony still made his way to the door to ring the doorbell for once in his lifetime. A tall woman with wavy brown hair opened the door. Her looks outmatched the home by far in his opinion.
"Hello, Mrs. Parker. I'm sure you know who I am. I have news on your nephew-" He was immediately cut off by her exclamation.
"What?! Is he okay? I swear if he wasn't, I would-" She cut herself off, too. "Come and sit down, please. Would you like some coffee?"
Tony followed her into her living room, shaking his head in denial for the offer. He sat down next to her and began his alibi. "Did you hear about the wolffish creatures?"
She visibly paled. "Oh crap." It was all that she managed to mutter out as she sank into the old cushion in horror.
Tony internally panicked, yet again reminding himself that he wasn't very good at these kinds of things. "May-can I call you May? Peter's doing fine. He was at the Stark Expo where one of those creatures attacked. Your nephew was being very brave. He tried to distract it from other people. The creature bit him, but he is recovering nicely at Avenger's Tower and won't be able to come home for a few days. Like I said, Peter is fine and recovery very quickly."
"Recovering? Thank goodness! I thought he got mugged or something along those lines. I was about to call the police!" May breathed in response.
"Well if it's okay with you, we'll send him home in a few days. Is there anyway he could get his homework early?" Tony suggested, but if he was honest with himself, he had no clue what teenagers did.
May stood up and headed for the door. "What are you doing?" the billionaire asked dumbly.
"I'm going to see Peter," the determination in May's voice scared him.
"I don't think that's a good idea. He is probably asleep again, but we can have him call you when he wakes up again."
Peter's Aunt eyed him threateningly. "If I don't get a call within the next twenty-four hours, I will personally see my nephew home, and you will wish you never met him," she growled. Tony nodded and made his way towards May and the door, hiding the terrified look that would certainly have been displayed on his face. A mother's wrath was something he had only heard about and something he never wished to experience.
May eyed him after her goodbye, and Tony tried not to walk too quickly to his car.
After a few days, Tony decided he had nothing better to do and his unusual worry for the teenage didn't hurt. He entered the hospital room only to see Peter on his phone squinting at text on the small screen.
"Peter?"
"Oh, uh, hi Mr. Stark," the teen replied.
"For the last time, call me Tony, kid." He gave a small laugh. "I figured that you were bored so I came to keep you company. That's what people typically do right?"
Peter returned a smile, "Typically."
The billionaire struggled to find a starter for a conversation, "So..." he let the word trail off. "What are you reading about?"
Peter's smile evolved into a grin. "Bruce gave me a link to several biochemical research papers that his coworkers were a part of. I told him that I enjoyed science."
Tony smirked, "Well it looks like I'll have to take you on a tour with me once you can walk. I could even show you Bruce's lab. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Actually, he might but, you know." Peter's eyes widened comically with eagerness.
"I'd be glad to, Mr. Sta-I mean Tony!" the words tumbled out of the bubbling teen's lips.
"So which fields do you like?" Tony continued.
"Um, biochemistry, like I said earlier, physics, chemistry, astronomy, geology, biology, several types of engineering including mechanical, electrical, chemical engineering, volcanology... I should probably stop there," the billionaire laughed as Peter blushed.
"It's fine, kid. I know the feeling."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Peter didn't seem to mind. Tony had an idea. He felt like he needed to keep an eye on Peter in an almost fatherly way. He connected to the teen quickly, and he felt like this wouldn't be the only time Peter would get hurt trying to help someone else.
"Peter, would you like help out in the lab sometimes? Or save my life with coffee runs? Since Pepper became the CEO, I haven't had a personal intern, and I didn't replace her job afterwards. I could even pay you some."
Peter gaped. "I'd-I'd love to!" He beamed in response to Tony's growing smile. The billionaire's phone buzzed, and he looked down at the screen.
"Alright, kiddo. You talk to your aunt about it. I've got to go handle something quickly," Tony strangely felt like ruffling Peter's hair.
Spider-Man launched through the streets in full panic mode. Mid-Town high came into view after another crisp thwip! He practically crash landed in a nearby alley before straightening himself and peeling his webbed backpack from the brick wall. The superhero changed into a simple green shirt and grey jeans in record-breaking time.
Peter sprinted from the shadows and up the steps of the school. As he neared his locker, he skidded to a stop and technically speed dialed the combination. His history textbook left despite gravity's protest. A little superpower didn't help, he told himself. He muttered each classroom number as he passed them. He hit 118 and tugged at the door knob. Peter performed a few narrow turns at high speeds, landing him in his seat. The teenager frowned and looked at the clock. "Has the bell rung yet?"
The other kid snorted, "For once, it hasn't."
The teacher stood up and approached the board in sync with the high fifth period bell. Peter tuned him out even before he started his lecture. The brunette's mind wandered over to the creature he had just attempted to deal with, only this time, it resembled a giant bird-like concoction. Peter almost missed class (this time) because he got pinned down by the creature and his midsection didn't appreciate it. Tony had released him from the tower four days ago, so Peter assumed he wouldn't die if he went on a patrol. Unfortunately, said patrol took place of his lunch. But I made it.
Most of the class went by normally except for another student pointing out blooding lazily oozing from a small cut on his forehead. Peter quickly threw in the 'I slipped' lie and got up to wipe the blood stream off.
Study hall passed a bit too quickly, but Trigonometry was only decently slow that afternoon.
The teen speed-walked from the school, giving a tiny cheer once he hit the cool New York air. Spider-Man soon replaced Peter, and the hero soared above the city, purely enjoying the air once again.
Tony was siting with Cap, Nat, Clint, and Wanda in the 'commons' as they called it. It was the team's main living room and currently the mainly occupied room as well. Bruce was hidden in another nearby room in the process of making his green tea.
The main news station built in a background noise the half disguised Wanda and Natasha's quiet conversation. Meanwhile Clint, Tony, and Steve dueling it out in an intense game of phase ten that continued to rise in volume. Bruce found his way back to the chair that he had previously occupied. It faced the TV directly so a soft glow blanketed the chair like moonlight. The news reporter was rambling on about the latest information on a new creature spotted in a forest somewhere throughout the city. As he sunk into the chair, Bruce sighed.
Clint's triumphant cheer drowned out the elevator's ding, but that didn't stop Steve and Tony from noticing The teenager that stepped out.
"Peter!" Tony called. "Why don't you come meet the others?" Peter only stared at them with a blank expression.
"Don't worry, Son. We don't bite," Cap assured warmly.
Clint snickered, "At least he doesn't." Natasha glared daggers at Clint.
"Uh, hi," the boy managed at last. "I'm-Peter."
"Well Peter, I've heard several good things about you," the captain responded.
"The kid's got some smarts, too. He has nothing on me, but he's up there," the billionaire commented causing Peter to blush.
"I really don't think-"
"Nope! Don't deny it, Kiddo," Tony insisted before practically dragging Peter towards the amused Rogers. "By the way, this is Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, but you should know that already."
Peter shook the man's extended hand and smiled sheepishly to the taller man. Steve smiled in return and said, "Heck of a grip you got there, Peter."
Another man waved from beside the table that supported several strewn cards. "We've already met, but Clint, Spy, Hawkeye. Pretty much all you need to know."
Natasha choked on nothing, while Tony smirked, "Not everything, birdbrain. Don't be surprised if you find yourself hanging from the ceiling by yarn, Kid." Clint began to protest but cut himself off with a nod of agreement.
"I'm Wanda," the woman introduced. "I'm not sure where Vision is, but I'm sure he's around here somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. He's a red android with a golden cape." Peter shook her outstretched hand.
The other spy in the room just nodded to the teenager and simply said, "Natasha."
"Well Kid, I don't really have anything for you to do. You could join in phase ten with us," Tony suggested.
"Um, sure. That's would be fun," the teenager answered as he settled into a chair next to Steve, doing his best not to smile too much.
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~Kenobi1