Okkkkkkkk… another chapter! Thx for the support btw! This chapter is basically a Stark to Stark interaction, not good at writing fluff, but here it goes (audible sigh) This one is shorter (sorry) but we'll get into different Avenger interactions next chapter. Enjoy!

(sorry for typos)

CHP2

Peter

I roll over in bed, hitting a rib on my side, causing me to fling my eyes open and hiss between my teeth. Using my hands for support I slowly move to a more comfortable position, even with my enhanced healing, I'm pretty sure those ribs are gonna hurt for a few more hours.

Then I notice my surrounding, not my usual twin bed. The king bed is soft beneath my weight, surrounded by a polished concrete room and a large window covering a wall. I swing my body over to the side of the bed, allowing my feet to touch the cold concrete floor.

Out the window, is New York.

Despite the placid atmosphere in here, the buzz of the city remains constant, although distant from up here. The constant traffic and bustling people seem small in comparison to my position, in the skyscraper.

I look around, spotting a bathroom and another door. Lavish furniture covers the apartment, making it seem expensive but simplistic.

I look down, covering me is cotton sweatpants, navy blue, followed by a white shirt, both feel expensive and extravagant against my skin, despite the plain exterior.

I'm not Starks son, I can't be. I can feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into denial, feeling tears prick at my eyes. Then why would he contact me, why would Ultron? I'm pretty sure they both didn't know about my powers. Oh god, they know about my powers. They'll trace it back to Spiderman soon enough.

I need to get out of here, I need to go home. I'll convince May to… move to Oregon or something. Or Texas… yeah, a small country town, where no one will track me.

I move to the door, suddenly threatened by my lack of web slingers on my wrists. On a black velvet chair, I spot my backpack, the only faded item in the room, roughed up by age.

I grab it, inside is my school books, my clothes, splattered with blood and ripped from the fight. I reach deep inside the bag, feeling for my slingers and attach them to my wrists.

Better safe than sorry, despite Stark being my idol, I don't trust him, especially after Ultron claimed he was my Dad… and that my Mom… had an affair. How could she? She told me about my father, Richard. She never mentioned Stark. She told me about his achievements, his funky attitude in her stories… was she talking about Stark? Or Richard?

I bring myself back to the room.

No need to study my surroundings and figure out where I am, the tallest building in New York; Avengers Tower.

I can't even comprehend what that robot-Ultron said. It's not true, A Stark? Please.

But the look of raw emotion on Tony's face, the man looked at least 10 years older, with his usual media sarcasm gone. I leave my backpack on the chair, with all the heavy books, it'll just weigh me down. I need to find May, it's at least mid-morning, I have no idea what she's thinking, I'm gonna need a hell of a story to cover my ass.

It looks like 'I'm on the penthouse, at the very top. That's gonna make it hard to escape.

I open the window, looking down at the city. I pull myself back, winded at the height.

"Jeez, that's like 90 stories." I say, breathless. I wasn't a big fan of heights, despite being Spiderman.

"Actually it's 93."

I whip around, turning to find a nervous Stark standing near the door. He looks ruffled, with a cut lip from the fight. He sports a black Led Zeppelin shirt, and jeans. Normal… wouldn't be the word to describe him, but he looked, relatable, like a guy who was lost.

"Mr. Stark? What are you… What are you, doing here." I stuttered, my previous confidence about escape crumbling.

"Well, since this is my building, you know, I'm just hanging around."

"Right… yeah, of course." I didn't know what to do… all the sudden he was just standing there. I had no idea what to say, my only plan was to run… not actually talk to the guy.

"I just wanted to see how you were befor-" he began.

"So, you're my father," I cut him off, starting with the question I most wanted answered.

He struggled with it for a moment, obviously calculating his next move.

He sighed, "Yeah, I am."

"How long have you known." I whisper, barely able to look at him.

"Im sorry, I wasn-"

"How long have you known." My voice was shaking, the world didn't make sense anymore. Everyone I'd know had lied to me, my world was on fire and I was sliding off of it.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN!" My vision was red, I couldn't even see his face. In a rupture of anger, I grabbed the wooden table, barely feeling it snap beneath my fingers as I tried to flip it over. So much for trying to keep my identity a secret. The plant on the table smashed on the ground, the white of the pot in pieces across the floor. Dirt spilled across the ground, an inconsistency to the cleanliness of the room. The plant lay there, destined to die slowly.

"Since you were nine." He said it slowly, afraid to continue.

"Why didn't you contact me. Did-did you not want me? Did you think I was too much trouble for your life?" I accused, the anger slowly ebbing away, I just needed answers, no games.

"My life was a mess, I was dying, and I figured a boy like you didn't need me. You had these perfect parents, and I was a drunk." He seemed almost apologetic, sincere even. I wasn't going to deal with it now. I wanted to leave. To run away just like I planned.

"You're an Avenger, you have your life together. You had every chance, you could have just said you existed. You could have met me." He had every opportunity, and no right to keep this from me. I should've known. In no world was this okay.

I started towards the door, he couldn't hold me here, in this room. It was suffocating feeling his eyes on me. He was my idol, and he lied to me.

"Peter… Peter, wait." He grabbed my arm as I passed him. I'd always wanted a Dad, mine… Richard Parker died before I was born, I'd always wanted one, but not like this.

"You're not safe, Ultron knows who you are and he'll be targeting you. We're going to a safe house. Just come with us, please…" He looked at me with pleading eyes. This… was a valid point. And despite my outbreak, yeah, it would be cool to spend time with the Avengers, and… maybe Stark and I could, get along.

"I don't know… What about my aunt, she'll be worried…"

"we called her, she knows, and wants to keep you safe, as do I. Don't worry, I didn't mention Spiderman."

I flinched, this was going to be hard to explain, what with the pieces of table scattered around us.

"Its nothing… I-"

"Wow, you are a pretty crappy liar. How are you doing it?" I grimaced, it was true.

"it's a long story… but whatever happened, it's like my senses have been dialed to eleven, and I have strength as well as… stickiness…"

He laughed at that.

"yeah, I've seen you in action, Spiderman. We are going to have an elaborate talk about that."

I shifted, he still hasn't explained, everything… about me and him. It was hard not to feel comfortable around him. He looked me in the eyes, sensing my hesitancy.

"Your Mom sent me an email. How about you get on the quinjet, and I explain everything?"

There were so many things that could go wrong. He was Ironman, trouble followed him everywhere, but then again, it was the same with me. And I needed to know, about my life. What did my Mom say?

"Ok."

Well. There you go. I said everything at the top basically. Next chapter is the Barton's farm!

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