Hey, so this is my first ever fanfic, so I hope you like it! rated T just in case but I don't like sex scenes (ew) so sorry to all those 50 shades people. This starts at the beginning or Age of Ultron. Enjoy! (sorry in advance for bad spelling and grammer)
2015
Salvage yard – African coast
Tony Stark
I peek below at the scene unwrapping before me, Ultron, the twins and Klaue were having a heated conversation. Stealth wasn't usually my style, but hey, the team was influencing me, I thought as I perch atop the ship roof. I had a visual on Ultron through an opening, but it wasn't very clear, the rest of the team was playing ground game. We were relying on Nat and Barton to give us confirmation of what was going on.
"Can we hear what they're saying?" I say into coms, hoping someone was close enough.
"No, can't get an auditory yet," Nat confirms.
"We're coming up behind them now give us a sec," Barton whispers back.
Oh... Whoops, don't know what happened there but Klaue got what he deserved, I thought as his arm made a resounding thud as it hit the floor.
"Wow ok, Ultron's a little angry today guys." I voice to the team.
"It's definitely a deal, looks like Maximoff's were here to introduce Ultron, and then he'd come in to buy the vibranium, but things got a bit heated."
"Copy that Nat," Steve replies into the coms.
As Steve finished on the coms Ultron kicked Klaue down the stairs, leaving Ultron… rattled? Interesting.
"Looks like we're getting some action now," came the voice of Natasha through the static of the coms.
"That's what stark is, he's a sickness–" Ultron yells as he stands above a bloody arm. I was a little offended, to be honest, it's not every day one of my projects turn homicidal.
"Ok, Cap, Thor, Stark, move in now," came Barton.
"aww junior, your gonna break your old man's heart," I reply, flying in graciously from above between Cap and Thor. I cut off my thrusters and land on the metal bridge inside the ship with a clank. Ultron spins around, clearly ruffled by our appearance, the Maximoff twins behind him for support.
"If I have too," he responds with a mocking snarl. Unless I didn't know any better, he was starting to sound like… me. I didn't have a reply for that, but instead watched as Barton and Nat stalked Ultron behind him.
"Nobody has to break anything" Thor gruffly answers, hammer gripped tightly.
"Clearly, you've never made an omelette," Ultron retorted swiftly, oh crap… he was definitely starting to sound like me. That was exactly what I was gonna say. Thank God, this suit hid my expressions because I admit, this wasn't what I was expecting.
The stunt Terminator pulled after the party had me completely baffled, as much as I hate to admit it.
I programmed him to protect, not attack the Avengers and promise to make us extinct.
Nothing I ever made turned out too bad, I mean sure, sometimes stuff explodes, but pure crazy? Never.
"He beat me by one second." I tried to put in as much sarcasm as possible with that line. Well, I was flustered, obviously, my bot sounded just like me, but my team couldn't know that, and certainly not Ultron.
"You know I accessed every one of your servers, even your private ones," he snapped, clearly becoming impatient, the Maximoff twins looked a little confused at where this was going. Okaay… I already knew that, he basically deleted everything off of my computers. Damn, he was looking way too smug to– oh shit. I took a step forward, 'sarcasm, sarcasm, play it cool Stark, no need to panic…'
"Yep, we already knew that Robo-cop." Come one… Come on… give me a hint, he couldn't have accessed my super-secret private servers, that had every number of firewalls I could put up, he couldn't have figured out about the kid. I was so careful about how I encrypted his file, none of the Avengers knew about him, not even S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Are you that arrogant, did you really think I wouldn't find out about Peter?" My breath hitched for a split second and I think my heart skipped two beats, but I really couldn't tell. Within point one of a second, I had already smashed into the ceiling, ignoring the frantic voices of my team in my ear.
2010:
Ok so it was time to admit it, I was dying. The Palladium toxicity from the arc reactor was gonna kill me. How poetic.
I'd stopped frantically looking for a replacement weeks ago, knowing that I'd tried every element.
Currently, I was doing nothing. Just tinkering with an idea of a new suit design in my lab, but my mind wasn't on it. I knew I probably wouldn't be around to use it, so I thought of other things while I worked.
I understood giving Pepper ownership to the company was a good choice. She was smart, reliable and knew what to do. Dad would've liked her. He always said I'd need a strong woman to keep me in check.
"You have received an email from Mary Parker, would you like to read it boss?"
I scratched my head, having a sinking feeling I knew that woman, "How do I know Mary Parker?"
"She was an MIT student you met while at a fundraiser boss." Ohhhhhh… that's where I knew her. Right… she and I had a thing I guess. I put down the thrusters I was tinkering with, and asked JARVIS what she said.
"If its longer than 50 words give me the short version Jar."
"She says you have a son named Peter Parker boss."
"Eh, another one of these, delete that email Jar." A little cold-hearted I have to admit, but so many women I'd been with claimed they had a child, and they've all been false.
"There is a birth certificate attached boss, and a DNA test."
I scoff, "check the authenticity."
"it's a match for a real document boss."
I didn't even move. It took me a while to continue thinking, my head swirling with uncomprehendable thoughts.
"…Shit!" It's real. I drop into a chair, feeling slightly lightheaded. I could feel the walls of my lab slowly sinking into me. Oh my god, I do have a son
"What was his name again Jar?" Would he want me to meet him? Wait, what was I thinking, me; a Dad.
"Peter Parker." Peter, a nice name. Would be better as Peter Stark.
"You're delusional Stark, your about to die, remember?" I mumbled. I was a mess, dying, drinking and absolutely going nuts. If I did have a son, I would not contact him.
"Give me the rest of the email Jar." I needed to sort this out.
Ok, so basically, I was in deep shit. My son –jeez, weird to say- was pretty much awesome, and I was having a hard time trying to convince myself he wasn't, because otherwise, I would blast myself into his life. Mary Parker sent me an email overall saying that I had a son, that when we had an affair in 2001 her husband, Richard Parker, had died a few weeks after.
I was angry she didn't tell me, but understandable, I would've chosen not to grow up in the spotlight too. She passed our unborn child off as his son, afraid that the unwanted publicity of being a Stark child would cause him to not have a normal life.
During her time working on cross genetic research, she died in a plane crash in 2006, leaving Peter in the care of his aunt and uncle, May and Ben Parker. She delayed the email to send in 2010, because she was dealing in some heavily controversial science and didn't know if she would make it, which she didn't, making sure that if she did die, I would at least know. Peter's 9 now.
"Jarvis, send a donation to his school, his favourite subject's Science, right?" Thinking back to the files I read on him, "Send it for some new science labs, keep it anonymous."
"No worries boss."
I walked over to my desk, continuing to work on my thrusters, the cold metals a comfort. Peter's life would fall apart if he knew I was his father. I wouldn't contact him, it was final.
Even though I made myself that promise, I still kept donating money to his various schools, keeping up with his growing academic persona and activities.
When I found out I wasn't dying, I almost contacted him. Almost. Because I was still a mess, dealing with the aftereffects of New York. My interaction with Harley confirmed how much of a shit dad I'd be.
Then, in 2015, months before Ultron, Ben died, and if I wasn't so confident in May Parker's parenthood, I would've marched straight up to his door, but I was still a mess, I couldn't be a father if I couldn't look after myself.
2015 – 6:30 pm
Midtown school of science and technology
Peter Parker
It had been a long day. I had a massive decathlon meeting this afternoon that lasted till 6:00, meaning that I would have to stay at school till 7:00 so May could pick me up after her shift. Apparently, she didn't think it was safe for me to walk home alone.
Even though I had superhuman strength, I obliged. School was rough, Flash started another 'Penis Parker' chant in the hallway, but MJ managed to spill juice all over his pants, which was priceless. I was currently in the library, watching Star Wars off the library CD's. I was gonna go patrolling, but the library has cameras and a sign-in policy, so that was a bust.
I pushed out my chair, kind of bored already, the prequel sucked, but that was all the library had. I walked out of the library, the librarian gave me a side-eye,
"I'm just getting a book, I'm so sorry."
She gave me a nod and went back to her computer. I turn down the faded yellow halls and turned the corner. I stopped, what the hell?
"Woooaah… that's so cool," I whispered under my breath as I approached the metal statue.
As I start stepping forward, I see it… move. I froze. It was standing with its back to me, suddenly, a tingling behind the eyes told me something was wrong, my fingertips start to twitch, and I back away.
The statue… no, robot, starts walking towards the other end of the hall.
My eyes widen, my breath coming in quick, it's so advance, I thought. The bot stilled, as if sensing I was there, its hand started to glow, the thrum of an engine made my head throb.
My hairs raise on the back of my neck and I whip around, seeing a glint of metal and feeling my senses go into auto-pilot, I duck, as a large metal fist punched into the wall behind me, plastering and tiling crackling to the floor. I activate my web-slingers, shooting both of its shoulders, pulling the bot forward and kicking its head off. The head clanks to the ground, wires spitting sparks out the opening.
"Ok that wasn't so bad," I mutter as I turn to face the other one, finding that 10 more robots had collected during my time fighting the one.
"What do you want?" I yell, my voice breaking, damn puberty, never makes me sound intimidating.
"You're an interesting one, is that superhuman strength I detect? Makes sense your insufferable hero-like lineage continues on in you."
He didn't know I had superpowers, and he was mentioning my dad?
"Ok… my Dad died before I was born, car crash. Again, who are you, what do you want."
He laughed, it was mechanical, like he was still understanding how to use his voice.
"My name is Ultron, and i don't want anything from you. It's the person that's coming to get you I want. For this to work, I want you to die in his arms, to make it more dramatic and all."
There was no way I was getting out of this. There was like, a dozen of them now, I'm pretty sure there was more around the school as well. And who was this person that was going to save me?
"Look, I-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he blasted me with a weapon from his arm. The concentration of energy hit me straight in the chest, flinging me back into the lockers, creating a massive hole in the wall, throwing me into the cafeteria.
I started wheezing, oh gosh I think I broke a rib. That fricking hurt. I push myself up from the wreckage and start running as fast as I can, limping from the fall. I can hear them coming after me, I shoot a web to a table and swing it towards the mob, crashing into one.
I franticly scan at the room, unable to find a way out of the large room not covered by one of the Ultron bots.
The only way out is the window, I punch a robot in front of me, step on his half-bent chest. Pushing him down, I use the momentum to jump out the window. I'm on the second floor, so this was a smart move. I shoot a web at a street lamp, pulling myself up, just skimming the pavement. I tumble onto the road with a groan, preparing to run yet again.
Oh crap. I hear more humming of an engine with my enhanced hearing, looking up I'm expecting a fight. Instead, I'm looking into the eyes of… Ironman?
"ohmygod," Ironman gasps, turning his thrusters towards me. This can't be happening, I'm meeting Ironman! Momentarily forgetting about Ultron, I turn towards him.
"Mr Stark! Holy crap, your m-my hero. It's so good to meet you, I have so many questions about your suit. By the way, there's killer robots-"
"Kid, I know you have a lot of questions but we have to go and-" He was cut off by Ultron emerging from the school. Ultron's robots turned on me, their weapons glowing red hot, Mr Stark still metres away. One of the robots creeps up behind me, placing his hand on my back, burning a hole in my shirt.
"I see you've met Peter. I'm sure he'll be disappointed with his old man."
I furrow my brow at his words, until I turn to Starks anxious face. Instead of talking he turned a repulsor on the robot.
"Let him go, or I swear to god when I'm done with you, you'll be an expresso machine."
I tense, predicting a fight. I know its Tony Stark, but I'm not ready to reveal my powers, if this goes bloody, how am I going to explain this?
A quinjet landed on the ground next to Stark, much to my confusion, and excitement, Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye stepped out, followed by Thor flying in next to them, cracking the pavement.
"I see the whole team has joined to meet your son!" Ultron chuckled.
"What? What did you say," I blurted out, son? How delusional is this guy?
"Peter, just stay calm, its ok," Mr Stark replies, his repulsors, staying at the same position.
"Stark who is this, what's going on?" Captain America asserts, his eyes darting from me to Stark.
"Well? Why don't you answer their questions Stark?" Ultron snarls. "Unless you want me to blast a hole in this kid."
The avengers stand tense, unsure of what to do, with me as Ultron's hostage.
"Peter, you're my son, I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Stark sighed. "Damn it, Ultron is that what you wanted?"
His son, what the hell? I barely felt Ultron's gaze, Icouldn't breathe. This was impossible because…
"No. No, no, no, Richard Parker is my father, he died before I was born." My breath came in short rasps, no, this wasn't happening.
"It's true, he had an affair, just like he always does, and he ruined your family," came Ultron's voice.
Nope. I wasn't dealing with this, this wasn't real. I brought my leg up to the robot behind me, kicking him in the chest, ripping his arm off. I don't care that the avengers saw, I have to get out of this situation. The super-humans in front of me leapt into action. I leapt over a robot, grabbing his head as I went, ripping it off of him and throwing it at another robot.
As I landed, another robot took a swing at me, firing off his weapon. I dodged it, leaping onto the wall of the school, shooting my webs onto a stray loose piece of brick and swinging it through three robots.
When I walked back onto solid ground, the fight was finished. Robots and fire littered the front lawn. I caught Starks gaze, he was still a few metres from me, but the regret was clearly raw inside him. I couldn't care less, I turned away as a tear fell from my face. As I collected myself, I didn't notice a rouge robot until I felt his weapon hit me in the chest, enveloping me into darkness.
Annnnnd that's it! my first chapter, pretty long, but I wanted to introduce Peter to the story early in. Anyway, I hope this is read by people. If people like it I'll probably upload another chapter sometime next week. Thanks!