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Peter POV

Weeks passed and we had no idea how to defeat Dr. Doom. As Peter things went smoothly. A team called The Fantastic Four came to the tower occasionally to plan but other than that it was just another day in Stark tower. As Spiderman, on the other hand, I was constantly in danger. They all thought that I sided with Dr. Doom!

On the fourth week since the first fight I was swinging around when I felt a sensation in my brain that told me that Dr. Doom was taking control again. Against my will, I swung across town until finally stopping and kneeling at his feet.

"You have been a useful little tool, Peter." He said. "As you know, in order to take over I need to get rid of The Fantastic Four and the freaks you call family. My methods haven't worked but with your help I can destroy them from the inside!" I had no time to wonder what he had in mind because at that moment the Avengers and Fantastic Four came into view.

The fight was intense. I was forced to shoot webs left and right, Dr. Doom shot electricity out of his hands, Dad shot me a couple times and I lost track of everything. In the end they were defeated again.

Steve POV

That night we were sitting in the living room, talking about the fight with the TV on when we heard a crash. "I don't believe that was the television." Thor said uneasily. "JARVIS?" Tony said. No reply. "JARVIS is down." He said "Come on. I think the crash came from the lab!" I said heading for the elevator. Everyone followed, ready for a fight.

When we got downstairs, I looked through the glass and was horrified by what I saw! Peter had his back to the door and a gun pointed at his head!

"Peter!" "Peter, no!" We all yelled as Tony struggled with the locked door but Peter must have changed the combination so without JARVIS it was pointless.

Just as it looked like he was about to pull the trigger, Bruce smashed through the glass, now Hulk, and grabbed Peter, taking the gun out of his hand.

We all ran into the lab. I didn't know if I should yell or cry. The look of my son was almost too much to bear! His hair was a tangled mess, his face was pale and drenched with tears, and his whole body was shaking. Tears finally rolled down my face.

We started asking questions all at once but it was too much for Peter and he blacked out, Thor catching him.

Tony POV

Peter was still asleep the next afternoon. Although we would usually all watch movies on Saturdays, no one was doing anything that day. Steve and I sat on our bed, his eyes wet with tears and me trying to hold back mine. I still didn't have JARVIS working.

"What do you think made him do it?" Steve asked at barely a whisper. I shook my head. "I don't know, Steve. I can't bare to think that we may have anything to do with it." I said. "Please don't say that!" He gasped, burying his face in my shoulder. We were silent a long time. "Wanna go check on him?" I asked softly. He nodded and wiped his face before we both went upstairs to his room.

We opened the door and saw Peter on the windowsill!

"Peter!" Steve yelled, stepping towards him. "Stop!" Our son said, nudging closer to the eighty story drop. Steve stopped dead in his tracks. "Peter, listen to me. Just come away from the ledge." He said soothingly. "You don't want to do this. We can work this out if you just come off the windowsill." "No! We can't!" He yelled, his eyes streaming with tears. "This is the only way. I can't do this anymore! I never wanted to be different. I never wanted gay parents. All I ever wanted was to be normal! " Everyone else showed up behind us and froze. "Goodbye everyone." Peter said softly before jumping to his death.

Peter POV

I hated being forced to trick my family like that. The first time I actually would have died but the second time I spun a nearly invisible web just above the ground, allowing me to survive the fall.

Things went as Dr. Doom planned and in the next fight almost none of the Avengers were ready for it. The exception was Dad.

I knew a bit about the five stages of grief from when I was trying to help Gwen with the loss of her dad and it was obvious Dad was on anger.

At last, Dr. Doom and I took down all the Fantastic Four and only one Avenger was left. Dad.

"Poor Tony." Dr, Doom said. "Your allies are defeated. Your family is defeated. Even your only son is DEAD!"

Something inside him snapped. With a cry of anger, he blasted Dr. Doom in the face. A cloud of dust settled and he lay motionless in the rubble. "Now you, traitor!" Dad said, lifting me into the air by the throat. Now acting on my own free will, I struggled against his iron grip. He threw me down onto a roof, breaking the voice replicator. I got onto my hands and knees, coughing and wheezing. "Now who are you?" He growled, lifting his face plate and yanking off my mask. There was a long silence.

He stood there, hand cannons pointed at me and eyes wide in shock. "D- Dad." I choked, feeling the life leave me due to the events of the past few days. "Dad...I'm so sorry. I love you, Dad." And that's the last thing I remember.

Tony POV

I couldn't believe what had happened. I carried Peter's almost lifeless body to the other building just as the others came through. Clint and Nat were the first to notice me. They saw Peter, realized who he was then ran over, Nat almost collapsing in relief when she saw that he was alive. After everyone else had seen him I flew him to the hospital.

In a week he was awake.

We don't talk about Dr. Doom and what he did anymore. We just promised not to keep secrets from each other and in the thirteen years since then we haven't. Now Peter and Gwen are married, Peter has a master's degree and they're expecting a kid soon. What's the worst that could happen?

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