A/N: The reason I stopped writing this one was because I thought that it was unrealistic for a twelve year old to be a superhero (even though I also doubt a fourteen year old would make a better superhero, no offense to any fourteen and twelve year olds reading this). Also, I thought it sucked, but after re-reading, I found it to be...better than the one I was posting. Anyways, enjoy.

Chapter One: Oh Look, A Mini-Me!

When Tony Stark entered Jameson's office that Saturday afternoon, it was safe to say that he didn't expect what he'd find there. He came in there to 'politely request' (Pepper's words, not his) Jameson to retract his latest article (which gave an exaggerated list of damages the Avengers have caused throughout the years, which, okay, Tony would understand if it was a reasonable estimate, but it wasn't. Tony would know, he crunched the numbers. Twice).

He expected to walk into Jameson's office, have an argument in which Tony would try to be reasonable and not punch the head editor in the face, while Jameson stubbornly refused to budge.

He did not expect the door to open part-way through the meeting, and a small, childish voice saying, "I got your coffee, Mr. Jameson-whoa!"

It was an intern. Usually, Tony wouldn't even give the kid a second glance. But he was so startled at how young the kid sounded that he did give him a second glance.

Yeah, the kid was young. He had to be, what, seven? He was really short and thin. But it wasn't just that that made Tony Stark gapped at this child.

No, it was also the pin-straight, dark hair, the heavy lidded, caramel colored eyes, and the pale complexion.

This kid….This kid was a mini-Tony Stark!

The pair gapped at each other for thirty seconds. It was the kid who snapped out of first.

"Whoa!" He repeated, a grin spreading across his face. "You're Tony Stark!"

Okay, so maybe the kid was staring for all the wrong reasons.

Tony, who was still in shock, could only manage an, "Uh-hu."

"So cool!" The boy exclaimed.

"Parker!" Jameson barked. "What did I tell you about knocking?!"

The kid's eyes widened owlishly. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jameson. I'll get out of your hair."

He placed the coffee cup on the desk, than glanced back at Tony with a hesitant look.

"Wo-would you like something too, Mr. Stark?" He asked.

Tony continued to gap at him. Finally, he pointed at the child. "He's a kid. You're a kid."

A blush creeped up his cheeks. "I'm twelve, actually."

Tony blinked slowly. Then he glanced at Jameson. "What are you doing, hiring kids?"

"He's an intern." Jameson gruffed.

"He's a kid." Tony repeated. The name 'Parker' rang a bell. He glanced down at the paper he was holding, than at the kid, than at his name tag.

'Peter Parker' it read.

Wait….

"Wait….wait wait…" Tony felt a headache forming. "You're...you're that Parker? The guy who's been taking pictures of the Avengers and that Spider-Man guy? That's you?"

A small, shy smile slipped on the kid's face. "Ye-yeah. It's me."

He...he looked proud of himself. The Avengers have been pondering what idiot had been getting too close to their fights to make a few extra bucks (obviously, not hard enough to look into the guy, they kind of all pictured 'Peter Parker' as a grown man. They figured they'd deal with him when they eventually spotted him.) and-and it's this kid! This child! This child that is an exact little clone of his, minus the beard!

And how do these two not even notice the resemblance?!

All he could do was gap at Jameson, a mixture of outrage and confusion clear on his face.

"You let a child come close to our battles?" Tony hissed.

"He keeps a safe distance." Jameson waved a hand. "Kid's got a good camera."

Parker beamed at the billionaire. "I made it myself…"

His smile disappeared when he realized how angry Tony looked.

And despite his anger, Tony felt that there's was a small bit of him that was impressed that the kid built his own camera at his age. But the anger and confusion quickly washed it away.

"Will ya need anything else, Mr. Jameson?" The twelve year old spun around to the crazy newspaper man.

"Just learn how to knock, kid." Jameson rolled his eyes. "Yeesh, how many times do I have to tell you that?"

Parker's face turned red. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jameson. I'm really sorry."

Jameson waved a hand again. "Just go, kid. I bet Ms. Brant needs some help with the computer or something."

The kid's eyes widened and he grinned. "Okay!"

He rushed out, not being particularly careful about slamming the door.

Tony winced at the sound. There was a two minute pause, where the two men were staring at the door.

Finally, Jameson muttered. "I don't get where he gets all that energy from."

That woke Tony up a little.

"A child." Tony stared at the man. "You hired a child."

"Intern." Jameson corrected. He stood up. "I'm a busy man, Stark, so if-"

"He's a kid and you're letting him put his life at risk!" Tony glared at him, standing up rigidly.

"I have him keep a safe distance. Wouldn't be printing them if the kid was staking his life for those pictures." Jameson began to push him out of the office.

"He shouldn't be anywhere near those fights! He shouldn't be working at all! He's ten!" Tony stopped Jameson. "What's in this for you? It's not like you to hire a kid. Even you're not that heartless."

"Yeah, me not being that heartless, that's why I hired him in the first place. But I'm not one to give out free dirt on my employees." He gave Tony one final push. "Besides, I'd like to see you say no to those eyes."

And he slammed the door in his face.

Tony gapped at it, feeling the frustration fill him. Than he exhaled and headed to the elevator.

"Wait!" A small voice called out as the doors began to close.

Tony glanced into the hall. Parker was running towards him, a backpack that was bigger than him strapped to his back. He pushed the 'door open' button and let the kid in.

"Thanks." The kid grinned at him. He didn't sound out of breathe. "I forgot that my schedule's different, cause school's started. During the summer, I was here from two to seven, but I got homework to do now, so I'm here for only an hour or two."

"Uh huh." It was bizarre how easily this kid could talk to him. He still didn't notice their similarities.

"Mhm!" Parker nodded. "I gotta hurry, cause I was suppose to leave half an hour ago, and my train's already left."

"You...you take the subway by yourself?"

"Mhm!" The kid nodded again. "Have been doin' since I was eleven, which has been an entire year! I would have done it earlier, but my aunt's a worrywart, and she was nervous that someone would try to kidnap me or somethin'. Uncle Be-" He paused for a moment, tugging on his sleeve. "My uncle convinced her last year, though, and she bought me a bottle of pepper spray for emergencies. I can't keep it in my bag during school though, cause my school counts pepper spray as a weapon. Oh, I'm boring you, aren't I? I'm sorry, my aunt says that I talk too much. My bro Eddie does too. And my best friend MJ. Now that I think about it, everyone says that I talk too much. A bunch of people tell me that that's annoying. I'm sorry for annoying you. Oh, that's my floor! It's amazing meeting you, Mr. Stark! You must get this all the time, but you've always been a pretty big hero to me. Even before you became Iron-Man! You really are amazing, ya know?"

The kid walked out of the elevator, waving at Tony as the doors closed. When they did, all he could do was stare at the spot where he disappeared behind the doors.

What...what just happened?