The next few days went by fine, Peter refused to bring up anything about the whole Father thing and Tony never asked what was bugging Peter, but it was obvious something was. Tony had an idea it was not about the Avengers. Peter insisted they stay in the penthouse and just watch movies and eat junk food, which they did but Tony was still confused as to why Peter just wasn't…Peter.
When Peter was packing up to go home he questioned the boy again, "You sure you are okay? Your Aunt seemed concerned more than usual…that overload wasn't like extremely heightened compared to the other ones was it?"
"No," Peter started, "She was probably like that because…her voice hurt my ears so much I threw my phone and then my strength got out of hand and I ruined my phone and never called her back. She had a good reason to be worried more than usual I guess…"
"Well, alright. You grabbed your new phone, right? I set it on your nightstand, and it is the strength of Roger's, so you shouldn't be able to break it." Tony said.
"Yeah yeah I got it, thank you again…for that." Peter said and gripped his backpack strap.
"No webs today?" Tony asked.
"Nah, it's getting cold. This city can hopefully go the week without me, the new suit it amazing but the cold still just sucks." Peter explained.
"I am sure it will be fine, Happy is downstairs. Give me a hug and get outta here. Tell May I say hello." Tony said wrapping the boy up into a hug.
Ever since Tony started having panic attacks they hug when each other get separated, just as a reminded that one of them is leaving but they will always be there for one another.
Peter squeezed him back, "Always, I'll see you Friday!"
Tony waved at the boy as the elevator doors shut, after Peter was gone he felt the need to go have a talk with a certain duo downstairs.
Peter walked into the garage and spotted the black car Happy usually drives him home in parked near the exit of the garage, which was odd. Happy usually parked it right next to the elevator so Peter didn't have to walk in the cold for too long. Tony almost yelled his ear off once when Peter's lips had turned blue from walking from the car into the building.
Peter guessed it wasn't that cold and he could easily walk and suck it up. On the way over his neck tingled slightly. Peter assumed it was because of the cold. If a person knew they can't thermoregulate they probably wouldn't purposefully walk into freezing temperatures. Peter shook his head to get rid of the feeling and approached the car door.
He opened it and sat down in the back seat pulling out his new phone.
"Happy look! Mr. Stark gave me this new phone because mine broke all the sudden…okay maybe not all the sudden, it was me but that's besides the…" Peter trailed off when he noticed Happy hadn't turned around to greet him or tell him to shut up.
"Happy?" Peter asked and went to tap the man's shoulder, when he did Happy slouched awkwardly to the right and fell against the center console.
"Happy!" Peter yelled and moved to help the man when a sharp sensation rang through his head seconds before a needle plunged into his neck.
Peters vison swam, and he reached out to balance himself on the seat in front of him. Whatever was now in his bloodstream was making the world slow and blackness was creeping into the corners of Peters vision.
Peter reached for his phone to hit the panic button installed in the hidden lock screen, but his vison was too blurry.
"I'll take that if you don't mind." A voice from the third row said.
"N-no, do-don't, I need t-to, no do-don't…" Peter reached out his hand to grab his phone back and he made eye contact with the man in the third row. He was wearing black head to toe but Peter couldn't get a good read on his face because he was seeing three of the man.
"Sleep Spider, it's okay." The man said.
"No, I need- you can't-no…" Peter trailed off, his vison was getting darker by the second.
The man spoke into a comm situated in his ear, "Bring a driver out, we are ready to leave."
Peter made a move to reach for the door handle and a big black clad arm stopped him and pushed him down onto the seat.
"I said sleep Spider, don't make me ask again." The man said.
Peter would have protested if the blackness didn't overcome his vison.
Tony made his way to the Avengers floor and walked with a purpose into their living room. Steve and Vison were cooking something in the kitchen with Wanda reading a magazine at the island. Clint and Natasha were seated on the couch watching TV.
"Natasha, Clint? A word please?" Tony asked from the entrance of the room.
"Tony? What are you doing here? Where have you been actually?" Steve asked from the kitchen.
"I'd like a word with these two if you all don't mind. Also, as I said before I don't not need to let you all know what I am doing. If I don't want to be around you I don't have to be. Simple as that." Tony said.
"Tony, you were so close to us last week…it felt like old times, how about you stay and talk with Clint and Nat but stay for dinner? Come on Tony, what happened." Steve asked.
"Not your concern Steve, I don't want to stay either I just want to talk." Tony said.
"We will talk, If you stay." Natasha said.
This is for Peter, for Peter, you are doing this for Peters sake.
"Fine." Tony gritted out.
Tony awkwardly placed himself on the edge of the chair adjacent to the sofa, Clint raised a brow at him.
"Well, get it out." Clint said.
Tony rolled his eyes and leaned into the two, he doubted Steve couldn't hear them with his super hearing.
"You didn't say anything about…you know what…did you?" Tony asked.
"Ah…no. You made it very clear to not speak of it. Also, do you really think that low of us that we would tattle the second you were out of ear shot." Clint said raising out of his seat a little.
"I have good reason to assume Barton, don't start with me." Tony said.
"Why?" Natasha asked.
Tony rubbed a hand down his face, "Peter…is acting off so to say. He seemed normal a few days ago but all the sudden he got fidgety and weird. He looks at me differently now too. Something is off and I am making sure you two didn't go and run your mouths and give my kid a shit ton of unnecessary anxiety." Tony said leaned forward from his seat.
"Your kid?" Nat asked him.
Tony waved his hand, "No, not like that…you know what I mean." His gestured with his hands and then ran them through his hair.
"We didn't say anything, we won't either. Tell Peter to relax a little and that we aren't the terrible people you put us out to be." Natasha said.
Tony glared at them and rose from his seat, he turned to the kitchen, "Thanks for the invite but no, I am not staying."
Tony left the room without hearing a response from anyone.
Once Tony left Natasha looked over to Clint, Clint raised his hands.
"I didn't say anything!" Clint said.
"I am not saying you did, I think Peter found out by himself on this one." Natasha said, and she got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Found out what?" Steve asked carrying a pot to the dining room table.
Clint shared a look with Natasha, "What did you guys do?" Wanda asked walking slowly to the duo.
"Nothing anyone in this room can't do themselves." Natasha said defensively.
Wanda's eyes flared red for a half second after looking at Clint.
"Hey! Wanda stop, you said yourself you weren't going to do that anymore, what the hell?!" Clint yelled at her.
"You didn't…" She whispered.
"What is going on?" Steve asked.
"They know." Vision said from the kitchen.
"What?" Natasha and Clint said at the same time.
"They know about Peter being Starks son." Vison said simply.
"WHAT." Steve said and stared at the occupants of the room.
"Vision, how did you know?" Clint asked.
"I have memories of JARVIS, dreams almost, data flows in and out like watching a river. Peters face came up months before any of us met him. When we did meet him, I did some digging to reach JARVIS, there I found a file on Peter Benjamin Parker. But the file said no known father, and yet it had a picture of a family of three attached to it. With a man and woman holding a toddler with bright brown eyes and unruly curls." Vision explained.
The room was silent listening to him speak.
"I did some more digging and found out about a Gala with a woman names Mary…the rest of the pieces of the puzzle just fit together. The man in that photo was either not that boy's father or was unaware that child was not his." Vision finished.
"Peter is…Tony's son?" Steve asked dazed.
Clint and Natasha nodded.
"Does he…" Steve started.
"No." Wanda answered for him.
"And no one in this room is allowed to tell him." Clint said.
"We think Peter knows now. Nat and I were talking about it in the training room the other day and now Peter is acting weird around Tony." Natasha said.
Steve went to speak when an alarm went off in the building.
"Code black initiated, all units respond." Friday stated.
"Friday? What is going on?" Steve asked. The team had taken a defensive stance.
"The panic button on Peter Parkers cell phone has been activated." Friday answered.
The team raced to the elevator, "Where is Tony?" Steve asked.
"Boss is currently in the elevator going to the garage level of the building." Friday answered.
She took them down to the garage and when the elevator opened all they say was Tony pacing back and forth along the garage floor.
"Tony? What is going on?" Clint asked.
"There is nothing here, the car is gone. The car is supposed to be gone though, he was going home. Happy is taking him home right now. Maybe it malfunctioned? No, nothing of mine malfunctions. He didn't walk, did he? It is too cold, he knows that." Tony seemed as if he didn't even hear them.
Steve walked up to the man and grabbed his shoulders. He didn't let Tony's flinch go unnoticed.
"Tony. Tony, look at me. What is going on?" Steve asked.
Tony made eye contact with the man, "The car is gone, the car is supposed to be gone but the button was activated. Why was the button activated? Peter is going home, but the button went off. Friday can't find him or the car. They are gone?" Tony asked and got a vacant look in his eyes.
Natasha called over from the corner of the garage, the team walked over and there Happy was…propped up against the wall and passed out.
Clint laid him down and called for medical assistance.
Tony slowly backed away from the group.
"Tony?" Natasha asked.
"Someone took him. Happy is here and Peter is not. Someone took Peter." Tony said as he sank to his knees.
