Well, this is much longer than last chapter. Enjoy!

Clint and Scott were actually the first to find out about Peter. Not long after Steve and Tony came to a compromise and became friends again, Clint and Scott started getting random calls from a highly stressed out Tony.

"This is Scott."

"How do I make a kid eat when they insist they aren't hungry even though it's clear they are and they just don't want to 'take advantage of your hospitality' even though they've recently broken a bone and need to build their strength so they don't die?"

"Uh.. I dunno. I guess you could-" He started to continue, but Tony cut him off.

"No, you're right, I shouldn't have called. This is a question for someone with teenagers."

"No, wai-" His phone beeped as the call disconnected, and Scott was left standing in confusion.

He stared at his phone for a few seconds before shrugging and moving on; if it was important, he'd hear about it eventually.

"You've got Barton."

"How do I make a teenager eat when they say they don't want to inconvenience you even though literally the only thing in the world you want to do right now is help them and fix their freaking broken bone and get them to eat some food otherwise they'll probably die thinking that a little bit of food is worth more to me than they are."

"Um," Clint cleared his throat. "Is everything OK Tony?"

There was a frustrated huff on the other end. "No. I'm not overreacting."

"Riiiight." Clint decided to ignore the fact that Tony hadn't even answered his question correctly. There was an awkward silence before Tony spoke again.

"Well? What do I do?"

"Uh," Clint shook his head in amusement. "Make it seem like him eating will benefit you more than him, like, you were gonna throw it out anyway, or you thought it tasted different than usual and wanted a second opinion."

There was another silence, and Clint could hear a faint scratching sound. 'Was Tony actually taking notes?'

After a few moments, Clint spoke again. "Soooo.. Why you askin'?"

"I just need it for the future, if it ever comes up." There was yet another awkward pause. "Thanks Barton." The call cut off and Clint stared bemusedly at his phone.

Calls like these continued for about a month before the two of them decided enough was enough. Tony had mentioned to each of them several times how unhelpful the other was (Scott in regards to sulky teenagers and girl-crushes, and Clint with the teen's strange desires to play with massive amounts of legos and climb on the walls) so they both knew the other was involved. They had talked many times about Tony's weird requests, but had decided to leave the topic alone and just stay quiet.

However, after a final request for help, they both decided they couldn't take it anymore. It happened on a day both Clint and Scott were in the tower, and Tony approached them as they sat in the living room.

"How much help is too much help on a Science Fair project?"

"For the childlike teenager you have that doesn't exist?"

Tony gave Clint a look.

"Okay, okay." Clint raised his hands in surrender. "Does this imaginary kid want help on said project?

Tony looked slightly sheepish at that. "Not exactly, but with all of my technology I could make his project-"

Scott raised a hand. "Nope." Tony looked annoyed at being interrupted and Scott quickly continued. "The kid's got to do this stuff for himself, and if he doesn't want help then you'd just be in the way."

Tony looked slightly pained at that. "But I-"

"No, Tony." The man in question sighed, but nodded. He turned to leave, but Clint stopped him.

"So, when are you going to let us meet the kid?"

"He's not-"

"Of course he's real, Tony. There's no way he's not real."

Tony gave them a considering look and Clint decided to push it.

"Aaaaand, if you let us meet him, we can set up playdates with our kids."

"He's too old for playdates."

Clint smiled. "Of course he is."

The actual meeting was something the two men had been looking forward to for weeks. They'd both put together their own ideas of what the kid would be like, but literally nothing would prepare them for the young teenager hanging from the ceiling with absolutely nothing holding him up.

Both their eyes widened as Tony led them into his private floor, and Tony swore as his eyes fell on the kid.

The kid in question -Peter, Tony called him- was standing upside down above them, one hand braced against his elbow as he aimed his outstretched arm aimed towards the floor. If that wasn't enough, both men were also distracted by the freaking web bullet bombs the kid was launching from a contraption on his wrist. He appeared to be building a giant model of the Millennium Falcon, judging on the various blueprints spread about the room. Several other papers had calculations and angles drawn out on them, clearly the instructions the boy was following.

At the sound of Tony's voice, Peter's head turned quickly in their direction and he began falling through the air. Clint and Scott both lunged forward to try and help somehow, but Tony stopped them with a motion of his hand. They both stared at him in disbelief, but were immediately distracted by the triple flip the boy had managed to pull off during the short drop. He landed with perfect form, before approaching them with a sheepish expression.

"I, uh, wasn't expecting any company."

Tony sighed. "It's fine Pete. My fault for not making sure you were acting like a normal person. Not that Spiderman could ever be 'normal'."

Peter smiled and turned to the other two men. He put out a hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Peter."

They stared at him for a few seconds before they broke into grins. Of course, when Tony finally got a kid, he managed to pick a superhuman-geek-genius who could follow the incredibly confusing instructions on the papers around the room, while also hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Scott stepped forward to meet his hand. "It's nice to meet you too, Peter."

It didn't take more than a few minutes for Peter to have the two completely wrapped around his little finger. (He also arranged for a play date asap)

Hope ya'll liked the chapter!

I have to say though, I legitimately meant to get this chapter out a week after the last one, but I sat down today and (lo and behold) its actually been over a month. So, that was some weird wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

Next chapter will be out when its out.