Well, this has been a popular request, despite this actually having a few stories started with this premise... I give you all this chapter's dad.

Peter would call himself a New Yorker. A kid from Queens. But that wouldn't have been entirely accurate. Hell, he hadn't been in New York up until two years ago since he was six. Rather, he had been traveling the country with his amnesiac guardian. Or, as he would tell anyone who questioned them, his dad. It prevented some more, extremist groups from being a violent kidnappy kind of group to a slightly irritated and badmouthed group. Then his dad would usually end up in some kind of bar fight. Peter had seen far too many bar fights because of him. Granted, it did give him some decent fighting skills.

"Hey Bub, get over here."

"Coming Pops," Peter called back, walking over to a short, burly, Canadian man. The contrast of a leather jacket and cigar smoke on the older man and the soft hoodie and large glasses on the younger made quite the picture for many individuals.

"You up for a round in the Danger Room?"

"What? He doesn't even have any powers!" a young new mutant said looking Peter over. Peter rolled his eyes.

"I live with this guy," he said pointing over to the Canadian, "I think I can handle a few trigger happy new students."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. Now who am I facing Pops?"

"Kitty and Kurt."

Peter groaned but walked toward the aforementioned Danger Room.

"Logan."

"Sup Chuck."

"You haven't sent Peter to the Danger Room in weeks. Why now?"

"Bub needs to show the newbies that he ain't going to be pushed around," Logan said pulling out a cigar and a lighter. With a quick flick, he lit the cigar and took in a deep drag, "You know how it is for him."

"It could be different if he would allow it."

Logan snorted, "You know how he feela about being a mutate Bub. He doesn't want to be known as the freak among freaks," he said taking another drag.

The two remained in comfortable silence for a moment.

"You coming Pops? Or are you going to stand there old man?"

A smirk came to Logan's face.

"Those are fighting words Bub."

"Bring it!"

Logan wasted no time to break into a run, which Peter kept ahead, mocking the intimidatingly small Canadian mutant.

"Oh look, Peter's harrassing Logan again," Beast commented watching Logan chase Peter towards the danger room.

"You would think he would learn by now," Storm commented sounding a little bored. There was a chuckle from Gambit as he watched Peter twist his torso to make an obscene gesture to Logan.

"He's got moxie. I'll give him that," Gambit chuckled as they entered the building that held the danger room.

"Is that Stark?"

"Fifty bucks says he's here about Peter."

"Stark."

"Logan."

"So Peter-"

"No."

"You didn't-"

"No."

"Logan... Peter would do well with SHIELD."

"Peter will do damn fucking well with the X-men."

"He's not even a mutant."

"He ain't a fucking Junior Avenger Stark. And you ain't gonna make him one either."

"Isn't that Peter's choice?"

"When he's eighteen. Til then, get out and leave him the fuck alone. Or I'll be kicking your Iron Clad ass."

"You're a strange guy Logan," Tony sighed as he stood up, "You know Spiderman is fair game."

"Only if you don't know his identity. And there's no fucking way Fury's going to let him aboard without knowing who the fuck he is."

Tony gave Logan a glare who merely continued to drink his beer.

This was suggested by YoKoChi150, Rocker On, and numerously by romcom15.0.

I was against doing this originally as I kind of want to focus on unused fatherly figures for Peter. But given how sparce and uncompleted the existing stories are, I figured why not?

And also... Holy frickin cow! A challenge has been accepted! Everybody, give a round of applause to OfficialUSMWriter. This lovely writer has taken on Doc Ock as a dad. For those interested, the story is called... Only One Left.

So if Doc Ock was interesting, go check this story out. Later everyone!