A/N: Hi! I've been on a fanfiction hiatus for 2 years now so this is really weird for me. I have a lot of free time at the moment and I just recently got super into Marvel.

THE IMPORTANT PART: I would love one-shot suggestions. Potentially two or three shots! Peter Parker/Spiderman centric is probably the way to go but I could also do Tony Stark/Ironman. I have no issues integrating any characters you would like to see.

This first chapter is more to show you my style of writing than anything. Hope you enjoy :)

Prompt 1: Newbie: Meeting the Avengers

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!

"Are you serious Mr. Stark? Am I really gonna meet everyone?" Peter was practically vibrating with excitement, standing in front of his mentor with wide eyes and a big goofy grin that threatened to break his face in two. "Like Captain America everyone? ALL the Avengers?"

Tony's eyes closed without his permission in exasperated amusement. A small smile made the corners of his mouth twitch. Sometimes he forgot just how young Peter was.

"Yeah kid, ALL the Avengers. They want to meet you. Or rather, they DEMAND it. They've been on my ass about it since Germany. After the truce, there was just no reason to deny them anymore." He scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly, letting the excitement radiating off the kid in front of him seep into his bones. A shock of excitement raced through his already shot nerves. "Meeting time is at 7pm, but we'll see who actually turns up on time. Wouldn't shock me if they came early, sounds like they want to get to know the new member of their team."

Wrong thing to say.

Peter started hopping up and down on the spot, a hand crammed into his mouth as he (rather crudely), attempted to stop the squeal bubbling in his chest.

"They view ME as a member of the TEAM?!"

Tony half chuckled and half groaned, trying to hide his own snort of amusement.

"Kid, if you pee yourself on my floor then you're never coming back here", he threatened halfheartedly. Turning on his heel, he started towards his lab, knowing he had about two hours to actually get some work done. He hid a grin at Peter's garbled sputtering and squeaks of protest.

"M-Mr S-Stark, I'm not-"

"Sure kid. Have fun on Patrol."

…

Swinging around the city of Queens was a relaxing hobby for Peter. The wind rushed past his ears in a whispered roar, propelling him forward as he flipped effortlessly midair. Letting out a small whoop, he swung from the last building on the right to the last one on the left and let go, doing a somersault and landing in a crouch on a roof overlooking the darkening skies of the city. He straightened, grinning widely.

"Whattca got for me Karin?"

"My scanners detect a bike robbery about 300 yards left of your location, Peter."

Her voice in his ear was smooth and sounded like she was smiling. Could AI's smile? Probably not Peter relented, but somehow it always seemed like Karin had emotions of her own.

With a "thwip" of his web shooters he was off, swinging above the light traffic below, their headlights lighting up the graying air around them.

It didn't take long for Peter to spot the bike thief, awkwardly pedaling away from the rather distressed teenager on the sidewalk. Yelling a "Don't worry!" behind him at the teen Spiderman dropped, freefalling 20 feet before catching himself on a tree branch and using the momentum to pull himself forward, landing a couple of feet in front of the rapidly pedaling villain.

"Didn't your mom teach you to not take things that don't belong to you?" he quipped, before extending his arm and catching the front of the handlebars as they came hurtling towards him. Absorbing the shock easily, he eyed the criminal who had frozen, shocked by the sudden appearance of the masked vigilante.

"Cat got your tongue dude? I know I'm pretty breathtaking but usually people have moved by this point."

The man, judging by the 8 o'clock shadow and dark eyebags was late 20's by Peter's guess. He blinked and spluttered.

"Aren't you that spider guy? From Youtube?"

"Spiderman", Peter groaned. "Seriously, you think I'd picked an easy enough name." With a flick of his wrist a spurt of web fluid attached itself to the criminal and with another flick of the wrist the perpetrator was flung into a pile of garbage bags. Another spurt of web-fluid had him trapped there, wiggling like a fish on land.

"Stealing bikes is a pretty stinky thing to do. Now you literally stink. Have fun with the police dude!" And with that Peter picked up the fallen bike and lightly jogged the 30 feet back to the slightly-shocked teen still standing on the sidewalk.

"People suck. Here's your bike man. Have a good night!" He heard a mumbled thanks as he shot into the sky, his enhanced hearing picking up the police sirens in the distance.

"Peter, Tony Stark has asked me to remind you that you have 30 minutes before you need to be back at the compound. I suggest you start heading back now."

Oh, Shoot! In the rush of adrenaline, Peter had forgotten what he was distracting himself from. Quickly, he turned northeast and started propelling himself forward, flying across the streets.

Butterflies pelted the sides of his stomach, fluttering into his throat as he swallowed down the lump that was steadily rising. Stark had cleared the weekend with May already, telling her that he wanted Peter to do some different, more involved, intern-y things. Actually, Peter wasn't sure exactly what Mr. Stark had said. Only that he had winked at Peter as he lied smoothly to May over the phone. Peter hadn't known what he was up to, assuming that Mr. Stark wanted to do a lot of training that weekend. His excitement at that was enormous, and he was already bouncing on his toes as his mentor hung up the phone and turned to his young mentee. They weren't training. He was introducing Peter to the Avengers.

As the thought flicked through his mind again he couldn't stop himself somersaulting mid-air, releasing the excitement in the only way he knew how.

"ETA Karin?"

"If you continue travelling at the speed you are currently my estimation is that you will arrive in 22 minutes."

…

As the lights of Tony Stark's impressive mansion expanded and brightened in his mind's eye so did the excitement in his chest. He flipped from the last tree and soared through the air, landing with a thunk on the window-wall. He crouched on the window with his sticky appendages like a small red and blue ninja. As usual, the window next to him opened, obviously expecting his arrival. Peter wiggled through and rolled forward across the carpet then flipped up and twisted so he landed on his feet.

Thumps were echoing in his ears and as he lifted his head he realized it wasn't his own heart. Of course it wasn't, the thumps were not in harmony, they played like a middle-school percussion group, out of time and loud to his enhanced ears in the otherwise quiet room.

Sitting/standing around the room were the Avengers, with varied expressions on their faces. Leading was amusement, followed by surprise and even shock. Captain America, the first person to register in Peter's mind, leaned against the doorframe and looked at him with interest.

Peter, who had just realized he had flipped into a room with the freaking Avengers in it squeaked and flushed red under the mask.

"H-hi! Um, sorry about that. Didn't mean to come in like that. That was probably strange huh? I mean, the first impression you have of me since Germany is me crawling through the window! Wow I'm such a big fan of everyone here! Urm, sorry again. Uh…" He stopped, face on fire as he tried to control his rambelling.

Slightly hesitant now, he took off his mask, curly hair flopping onto his forehead.

"Uh, hey! I-I-I'm Peter."

Before now, only Tony, Rodney, and Happy had known his identity. Now they all knew what he looked like. He pushed down the programmed panic that instinctively rose. It's okay Peter, they can keep a secret.

Half of the room's mouths had dropped. Tony rose from the armchair and came to stand behind Peter, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. The kid was radiating nerves and the room had yet to speak. The air was tense and thick with awkwardness.

"Is that, is that a kid?" Clint asked, reluctantly peeling his eyes from Peter and looking up at Tony with disbelief.

Wow, HAWKEYE was talking about him!

Wait…..

Peter searched the room again and noticed an alarming amount of shock, even accusation in the eyes of the other Avengers. They were glaring at Tony, not him, but even still a wave of panic hit him. He wanted to diffuse the situation so they could all hang out and be cool! He didn't expect things to go south so quickly….

"I'm fifteen, sixteen in a couple of months," he replied defensively.

"Tony…" Captain America suddenly spoke, seemingly disappointed and sad at the same time. "You brought a CHILD to Germany?" A thought struck him, and his eyes widened as he looked to Peter, alarm written across his face. "Is this the kid I dropped the airplane loader on?"

Peter coughed awkwardly.

"That would be me sir…."

Steve sat down heavily on one of the couches and groaned, guilt flashing over his features.

"But I'm fine Mr. Captain America sir! Honestly! I have super-strength and super-healing, so even if you had hurt me I would be fine now anyway!" Peter tried to smile brightly.

Glares continued to stab holes into the figure behind him and then Tony spoke, with all the conviction of a man who knew he was going to jail and had accepted it.

"Peter was on my radar a while before Germany. He had been running around the city, stopping crime in a onesie. He needed an upgrade and I needed the element of surprise." He squeezed Peter's shoulder, as if to comfort. "Not my finest moment, but I did everything I damn well could to keep him safe. I told him not to directly fight with anyone, and had his suit filled with top-of-the-line safety features. The kid has heart, he wants to make a difference, serve the greater good, y'know, all that good superhero stuff". Tony waved a hand in the air, then let it drop to his side.

"Surprise factor or not, he's a kid. I mean Christ Tony!" Natasha spoke, full lips pursed.

"Hey, I may be in high school but I'm not helpless! It's not mister Stark's fault, he didn't force me too, I wanted to help! I was given these powers for a reason, I have to use them for good! It's my responsibility. And, um, Mr. Captain America sir, at that point I thought I had to use them against you and your team. I, um, sorry." He apologized awkwardly.

Cap waved him off and looked around him, at the other Avengers who sat tensely, then back at Tony.

Tony spoke up again, squeezing Peter's shoulders. "Alright. You all wanted to meet Peter and here he is. Don't write him off because he's young and scrawny". He narrowly dodged an elbow to the ribs and continued. "Let's all just chill out for a second and have some Pizza. Sound good?"

To Peter's relief shoulders relaxed and the Avengers were looking at him with smiles and interest. He guessed he should have figured that his age would be a shock to the others. Most of them were way older than he was. Tony retrieved about 12 stacked boxes of Pizza from the kitchen and dumped them in the center of the room.

As boxes were opened and pizza shared out the Hulk, (the HULK!) smiled at him and patted the seat next to him. His nervous excitement returning, Peter sat down grinning, trying to hold back the long spiel of how BIG of a fan he was, playing it cool.

"So, kid. Tell us a bit about yourself," Dr. Banner asked, smiling gently at the young boy.

"Uh, ok, Dr. Banner sir."

"Call me Bruce".

Peter smiled again. Wow! First name basis!

"Umm, yeah! So, my name is Peter Parker, I'm 15, and I go to a science school. When I was on a field trip I got bit by a radioactive spider, so now I'm spiderman! After school I go out and fight for the little guy, y'know? Protect my hometown." His cheeks burned and he looked down.

"Yeah?" Captain America spoke, looking down at Peter with developing interest. "You said you had super strength and healing, what else can you do?"

Peter brightened immediately.

"Oh! Well, I'm also superfast, acrobatic, my hands and feet are sticky, and I have some cool webshooter things! I made the web fluid myself, it works really well for swinging around, tying up bad guys…." he trailed off.

"You MADE the web fluid? Must be a smart kid", Steve praised, and Peter went red. "Is there anything else?"

"Urm, well there's my spidey sense! It lets me know when there's danger, it comes in useful a lot!" Peter exclaimed excitedly. He looked around the room in a sort of wonder, praying this wasn't a dream.

Wanda and Vision were on an opposing couch, Captain America still leaning on the wall and smiling at him. Natasha was in an armchair giving him an intense look, Thor on another couch cocking his head, and Hawkeye sitting cross legged on the floor. He was sitting next to the Hulk and Tony Stark!

"Nice, kid." Cap nodded in approval, and there was a chorus of hums as the rest of the room seemed to agree. Slowly, the room dispersed into multiple quiet conversations, splitting the room. Peter finally got his hands on some pizza, going through a whole box on his own. Periodically some of the newcomers would look at him and give him a slight smile, and he got the feeling he had made a good impression. Nice!

Now the sky had gone well and truly black, the moon slipping from behind the clouds to cast a pale light on the trees outside. As Peter looked around again he smiled contentedly. The warmth of the air, hum of conversation, and his full belly were starting to make his eyes droop. He leaned against Mr. Stark, surprised when he felt his mentor slip an arm around his shoulders.

"They like you," his mentor muttered into his ear.

"Mmmmm", he hummed, and his eyes slipped closed. After a few minutes his body had become lax against Tony's, curled against his side.

Conversation around them didn't break but the loss of consciousness wasn't lost of the other Avengers, who couldn't help noticing how young the boy looked, and how he seemed to gravitate towards Tony. He seemed comfortable, like he trusted Tony with all the world. The protective arm that Tony had around him wasn't lost on them either. If Peter trusted Tony, then they would have to too.

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