Oriande Moonshadow: I am so glad you're loving this! This is the second to last chapter, so hopefully you like the way it ends. But, he's got help!

Alyscia: Yeah, he knows Tony just says stupid shit when he's alone lol.

It was the weekend, and Peter was sitting at his desk and working on his new suit. It was coming along great. It had been three weeks since he'd come to live with Mr. Stark, and he was loving every second of it.

Spending time with the man in his lab, Peter learned he was actually a pretty great guy, no matter how much of an ass he acted. He and Friday talked a lot, too. Mostly about how Ms. Potts would see him and the AI would notice a spike in the woman's endorphins and her stance would become protective.

He loved it whenever Pepper 'mommed' at him, making him drink his milk and things like that. It felt...special. Mr. Stark had been smiling at the boy a lot more often now, too. True he didn't feel the same without being able to go out on patrol, but it seemed like that suited the Avengers just fine. He was surprised they weren't out looking for unmasked Spider-Man right now. But, it was good that they weren't.

Ms. Romanoff had kicked his butt so many times in the past weeks, but it was amazing to move like he could and not worry about anyone seeing him without his suit. She always chose these little places to train that allowed Peter to use his web shooters and be offensive at the same time. She was a good woman, and pretty funny, too.

"One...more...turn, got it!" Peter clapped and did a victory dance as his suit turned on, the eyes lighting up. "Yes!" He punched the air. "Now, all I have to do is install an AI..." He'd been working with Mr. Stark on how to make an AI. For a school project, he'd told the man, who nodded and basically told Peter all his secrets. Which, Peter used to his advantage, as well as threw in a few programs of his own. It was more than halfway finished at this point, and Peter was very confident it would work out.

Putting on the new suit, it was very baggy, but then he pressed the old Spider-Man logo he'd saved from his previous suit and suddenly it tightened up. Looking at it, he actually felt like a mini-Mr. Stark. The only thing different, he couldn't program the mask like the billionaire was able to do in his own suit.

So, he had just made modified goggles to dull everything around him when he was swinging. He attached the web shooters to the outside and stood in front of a mirror, smiling at his reflection. "Spider-Man is back," he said proudly.

A knock on the door sent the boy into a panic attack and he deflated the suit, throwing it to the side, then covering it with a pile of dirty laundry. "Yeah!?" he called, stuttering a bit.

"Pete? I came to ask if you maybe want to watch a movie with us?" Pepper's voice came from the door and the boy smiled.

"Yeah, just gimme a minute, okay?" The woman gave her affirmative and Peter quickly got dressed and put all his stolen tools away. What he walked into was just like a real family, something he hadn't had in what felt like forever. Steve looked over at him and he patted a place in between him and Tony.

"Hey, champ," Rogers called, the new nickname for the boy. "Saved you a seat. There's popcorn, too." He smiled at Peter as the boy bounded into the room and jumped over the couch, landing on the sofa, next to an annoyed Mr. Stark.

"Easy on the goods, kid. This is an Italian import," he muttered, not looking up from his phone.

"What are we watching?" Peter asked, ignoring Mr. Stark, who had poked him in the ribs, making the teen giggle a little.

"Some animated movie," Sam said, both his hands deep in the popcorn bowl. "Clint chose tonight."

"Awesome," the boy drawled with an eye roll. Clint glared and threw a candy bar at Peter, and they started the movie. Somewhere in the middle of the film, though, Peter's lack of sleep caught up with him and he started drifting off, catching himself a few times, before he fell into a deep sleep.

Tony hadn't noticed, too engrossed in his phone, but when he felt something slump against his arm, he jumped and looked down to see the sleeping face of the teen pressed against his limb. Slowly, he moved his arm and the boy slumped even more, this time snuggling up to his side, resting his head on Tony's chest.

Pepper chose this moment to look over and her heart melted when she saw Tony running his hands through Peter's curls. It had been such a short amount of time, but there was something about the boy that made anyone fall in love with him.

Once the movie was over and people started moving, Pepper took out her phone and snapped a picture of her two boys. Tony, of course, was on his phone, but Peter was still asleep, a little drool collecting on the man's shirt. "Tony," she whispered, getting the man's attention. "It's getting late. I think we should get Peter to bed."

The billionaire frowned. He didn't know how to do that! He tried to move, but the boy's grip on him got way stronger and Peter frowned.

"No," the teen moaned. "Dad..don' muv."

Tony's eyes, along with everyone else's, went wide as they stared at the boy cuddled up to Tony. Did he just...The billionaire shot Pepper a scared look, and the woman gave him a sweet smile, coming to his rescue. "Peter," she called, carding a hand through the boy's curls. "I think it's time you went to bed."

"Noooo...five more minutes, Mom..."

At that, Pepper felt tears in her eyes and she pursed her lips together. She and Tony shared a look and he nodded toward their bedroom for later. "Come on, Petey." Tony got up, despite the boy arguing. "Adult says it's time for bed." He leaned down and picked the boy up, groaning with the strain. The boy looked light, but he was dense! Good thing Steve recognized the look and hurried over, taking the boy from his friend.

"His room?" he asked, his booming voice still a little loud even at a whisper. Tony nodded and followed Rogers to the boy's room and watched as Cap put him down. "I'll leave you guys alone," the man said, patting Tony's shoulder with a knowing look on the way out.

Together, he and Pepper said goodnight to the boy, the woman even going as far as placing a kiss on his brow. They watched Peter for a second, then left for their own room.

"Go ahead, say it." Tony threw his shirt across the room, reaching for his belt buckle.
"I will. I think we should keep Peter." The blonde was pulling on a nude colored teddy. "He deserves a good home, and with the way he gets along with everyone, he belongs here, Tony. I will take care of him, you won't have to do a thing and I'll-"

"Let's do it."

"I'll even...wait...what did you say?"

Tony smiled at her, nodding as she covered her mouth with her hands, tears starting to fall from her eyes. She raced over to him, tackling him into the bed, kissing him deeply.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you," she whispered in between kisses.

"Well, there's another, smaller, Tony Stark you should love," the man joked as he shut the light off, rolling over on top of his future wife.

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The restaurant was bustling, like any other night, but Mr. Negative wasn't paying any attention to that. His eyes were on one man in particular. The man held a beer in his hand. His arm seemed like it was injured, or at least like it was healing from an injury.

Mr. Negative smirked and stepped out from the back of the restaurant, the curtain brushing against his shoulders. He heard a few gasps and a couple of forks hit the plates as people quickly got up to leave, recognizing him from the attack a few weeks ago.

While everything seemed to settle for the Avengers, while in the shadows Mr. Negative was making connections, mainly the man at the bar. "Mr. Shocker, I presume?" he asked, sitting next to the man, holding up two fingers, which the bartender nodded to him and began fixing his drink.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing you're Mr. Negative...was gonna ask how you came up with the name, but I can see why."

The white eyed man smirked and grabbed his drink as soon as it was put down. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Shocker."

"Herman," the man took a gulp of his beer. "What's the job you want done? Mr. Toomes doesn't know where I am, and I'd like to keep it that way. Last guy to go against him wound up a pile of ash."

Mr. Negative smirked. He liked this Mr. Toomes. "Then I'll be brief. I need someone to help me...take care of a bug problem I've been having." He stared Herman in the eyes.
"What kind of bug we talking about here?"

"A Spider."

Herman smiled and chuckled. "Boss had a spider problem in the past, as well...He didn't kill the nest though." Herman took another gulp of his beer, finishing it. "I'll help you. But for a price. My services don't come free."

Mr. Negative nodded. "Yes, I've heard. I've also heard that Vulture is in the market for the kids of...toys I have. I am willing to let him have a shipment for your cooperation."

The two men shook on it, but Herman had to pull away almost as soon as he touched Mr. Negative's hand. "Sorry about that. I have that affect on people sometimes. I'll be in touch, Mr. Shocker...Herman. Take care." Mr. Negative turned and walked back behind the curtain, smiling the entire way. Things were going according to plan.

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He'd finished his AI, finally! Peter sat back in his chair with a sigh. It wasn't as advanced as Mr. Stark's AI, but it was something. "Now, what should I call you?" he asked himself. "Ms. Friday, what would you like your friend to be called?" he asked the ceiling.
"I have no preference, Peter." The boy rolled his eyes. He would have to work on his own AI to have a little more choice than Friday.

"Okay...How about MJ? No, that's just creepy...Betty? No, she's annoying..." he balanced a pen between his nose and upper lip, thinking. Suddenly, he smiled. "Karen!" he shouted, wincing as his voice echoed in his room. "Ms. Friday, your friend's name will be Karen."

Turning back to the desk, he grabbed his mask, making sure to speak into the microphone. "AI helper, your name from today is Karen." He pulled the mask on, waiting until he heard a voice in his ear and he couldn't help the smile that spread on his face.

"Yes, Peter," a soft female voice said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Karen. Now," he pushed the mask up above his eyes. "I need access to your files, Ms. Friday, is that all right? I need to input Karen's codes."

"Okay, Peter, I trust you." the Irish voice said happily, which made Peter practically glow.
He logged into his Starkpad and went into Friday's personal files, with her help, and was able to input Karen next to the Irish AI in his room only. When he was done, he looked around. "Karen? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Peter."

The boy twirled in his chair with his arms raised. He was awesome. A knock on his door stopped his celebration and He got up, opening it to see Ms. Romanoff smirking at him.

"Hey, kid. Ready for your training lesson?" She smirked when the boy nodded. "Then let's go. Bring your suit."

The boy packed his suit into his backpack and followed the red haired assassin. "So where are we going today?"

"To Queens," Natasha said mysteriously. She looked back to see Peter smiling, his face practically glowing. She loved this kid. Suddenly she stopped, Peter almost ramming into her back and she looked up. "Clint? Really?"

"What?" the vent above them asked.

"If you want to find out where we're going, then just ask, don't skulk around in the vents." There was a groan above them before the vent opened and Clint dropped in front of them.
"So, where ya going?" he asked, blue eyes curious.

"To Delmar's," Natasha lied. "And no, you're not invited." And with that, they both left, Peter mouthing an apology to him.

"At least bring me something back!" The archer cried before turning away, and paused. There was no way they were going to a deli, and he was determined to find out.

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Natasha parked her bike in front of the empty building, getting off, Peter following.
"That was awesome! I've been wanting to ride this bike since that night I saw you and Mr. Barton on it!"

That brought a pang of guilt. "Yeah, sorry about that." She walked into the building, pointing to a covered corner. "You can get changed over there. Come at me when you're ready."

Peter paused. "Are-are you sure?" He still asked that question even after so many weeks of training.

"Yes, kid. Now, go." She watched as Peter disappeared behind the corner and turned her back, loosening her muscles. She heard a slight thwip and that was all the clue she needed to dodge the web that was flung at her. It was a second from hitting her back and she smirked. "You been working on your webs?" she asked from her crouching position.

"Yeah, a little. It's a new chemical balance." The teen was hiding in the rafters, using his abilities to his advantage.

"Very nice. The next one might be even quieter." Natasha's eyes were roaming all over the room, seeing a figure in the shadows. "But, I think you should have chosen your suit colors better. I can see you." The figure stopped moving and she heard a sigh.

"Really? I thought I made it dark enough!" Peter attached a web to a rafter and lowered himself to hang upside down. "I tried dying the material, but whatever it's made of is water proof, too."

"Of course. How do you think I swam after being knocked off a boat off Budapest?" She smirked. Good times.

Suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere and cut the web Peter was hanging from, causing him to collapse painfully to the ground. "Ouch! Hey!"

Clint dropped from a window, his blue eyes hard as ice as he ran to Natasha, grabbing her shoulder. "Delmar's, huh?" The two glared at each other.

"You shouldn't have followed us," Natasha said darkly.

"Us? All I see is you fraternizing with the Spider-Man, who may I remind you, is the enemy!" The archer noticed the masked man standing and notched an arrow. "Don't even think about it," he warned.

"You don't understand, Clint," the woman sighed. "I'm not a traitor to the ?"

Peter took a step back, but then looked at the arrow Mr. Barton had aimed at him, then sighed. He didn't have a choice anymore. He reached up for his mask slowly and pulled it off, watching the archer's face as he did. Blue eyes widened and the man dropped his bow, a shocked expression on his face.

"I...I knew it!" the man cried with a laugh, pointing at the teen. "I knew your voice sounded familiar while we were fighting that black and white freak!" He smiled. "You're the Spider-Man...oh, wait until Tony finds out! He'll be so pissed! Can I tell him?"

Peter waved his arms quickly. "No! No! You can't mention this to anyone, please! If Mr. Stark finds out yes he will be pissed, but he'll probably send me back to the group home!" Tears came to his eyes. "Even though I don't agree with how he took me in, I don't wanna go back.." the tears now flowed down his face. "I don't wanna leave him...or Pepper...Please...don't tell anyone...please...They've been like my mom and dad..." he sobbed, hunching up his shoulders.

Clint felt like an asshole as he watched the teen break down in front of him. "Hey, hey, don't cry, it's okay." The archer went toward the boy and gathered him in his arms, feeling the boy grip his vest tightly, his face burrowed into his neck. "Shh, it's okay.." He rubbed the boy's back, looking back at Nat, who watched them with a tender look in her eyes. "It's okay..Your uncle Clint is here," he said softly, feeling Peter flinch.

"U-uncle?" the teen asked.

"Yeah, of course! If you can call Tony your dad, and he's the really messed up one, what's so weird about you calling me uncle?" The boy chuckled wetly, pulling away to wipe his eyes.
"Thanks, uncle Clint," Peter said, the title feeling good coming out of his mouth.

"Hey, hey, don't forget about me, kid."

Peter laughed. "What would you like to be called?"

"How about Auntie Tasha?" Clint laughed, and Peter's eyes glinted.

"Okay, Auntie Tasha," the boy smirked when she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Okay, that's enough. Clint, wanna join in the training? We could use your arrows."

"Wait, what!?" Peter cried. "That's dangerous!" Clint picked up his bow.

"Then you better dodge them all."

One more chapter after this!