Drabble 85-FoleyFest Day 7: The Foleys

"Tucker, what are we here for? I mean, I know you have the Stark internship and whatnot, but we didn't think we were allowed to come with you," Tucker's dad was saying, but Tucker himself wasn't really paying attention. The blood in his ears was too loud, and he was trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. This was insanely big, and he was super stressed. What if his parents didn't allow him to hang with the Avengers and Danny anymore because of this?

"Um...Well, about that," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He doesn't remember when he started doing that, but he knew it was a nervous habit he picked up from Danny.

"Tucker, what are you not telling us?" His mom asked.

Just then Tony Stark walked through the elevator doors, arms spread wide and an award-winning grin on his face. His strode towards them, taking Tucker's shoulders in one arm and pulling him into a sort of side-hug thing, squeezing his shoulders a little.

"Heey, Tony," he said, looking from his parents to the billionaire nervously. "Um, these are my parents."

"Ah, yes, the lovely Miss Angela, and he wonderful husband." Tony let go of his to shake their hands, and Tucker really hoped that his parents saw didn't see through the blatant ass kissing Tony was doing, slowly leading them to the elevator.

Tucker wasn't sure whether or not Tony was his saving grace or his curse for this intimidating Monday. Sure, he kept his parents talking on the way up, but because of Tony they were asking to many questions that he just knew he was going to have to answer sooner or later. In his head he was going through the worst case scenarios as quickly as he possibly could, so naturally by the time they got up to the common room (common floor?) he was wound up tighter than Bruce in a board meeting.

"Tucker, honey, are you okay?" Maurice asked. "You seem a little tense, son."

Tucker swallowed and nodded, glad he was able to manage a small, but believable smile. His palms started to sweat, and he rubbed them on his pants.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just have to show you something."

He led them through the kitchen and through the living room. Past Clint and waved casually to Thor. When he passed Danny and Steve, sweaty from their workout, both the Foleys and Danny did a double take. Danny quickly joined them, saying a quick goodbye to Steve. On the way to wherever Tucker was taking them, Danny had easily dodged questions about his presence and texted Sam what was going on. Withing minutes she was there with them. They knew his friend was going to need all of the moral support he could get.

Finally they stopped in front of his room, and Tucker counted to five before pushing the door open and leading them all inside. For Danny and Sam, this was nothing new, but for Angela and Maurice? It looked like they were about to have a heart attack.

"Honey, is this your room?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, and, no offense bu why are your friends here?" His father asked, pushing up his glasses as he did so. He was nervous, Tucker realized. Just as nervous as him. His glasses didn't need to be pushed up, he did it as a nervous tick. He knew because that;s exactly what Tucker did. Something he was trying his best to break.

"Mom, dad," he said, turning around to face them. He looked over to Danny, who gave him the smallest of nods, and then Sam, who was giving him a thumbs up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, and was glad to announce that it sort of helped get rid of the knot in his stomach. "I'm not a part of the Stark internship," he blurted. "I'm an Avenger. Behind the scenes, of course, but yeah. And I have been ever since Danny joined."

He had talked about this with Danny beforehand when Tucker's parent shad first announced that they were going to come up to visit him. He figured they would find out he was an Avenger, and he also figured they would kind of flip shit when they saw Danny there too, so Danny said he could tell them his secret if they asked. Just as long as they didn't tell his parents. Or Sam's, because then they would force her to stay in Amity.

"You're...What?" Maurice asked after a few moments. He was completely stunned by this, and so was his mom. She actually looked like she was going to cry.

"Wait...Does that mean you're a superhero?" She asked. Tucker shrugged, managing to look a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck again.

"Sort of, yeah. And I get a discount at Starbucks too, so that's nice. But yeah. I, uh, I help with ghost fighting and the occasional bomb diffusion. Mostly I just hang in the lab with Tony and Bruce though."

If they knew he wasn't in the field practically ever maybe they would be more willing to accept this. Maybe they wouldn't take him back to Amity. Maybe they wouldn't make him not be friends with Danny anymore. Maybe...Maybe he was freaking out over nothing.

This thought came to mind when he looked at his parent's faces and they weren't angry or sad or disappointed. They didn't look like they were about to pull him out of the room by his ear. No, they were smiling. Actually smiling. Big and genuine and proud. And it was like a weight had lifted off of Tucker's shoulders, and it was suddenly easier to breathe.

"You...You're not angry?" He asked, his voice small. After all, there was always the chance that he had misread the situation.

"No. Surprised, sure, but not angry," his mother reassured him. "You're out here saving the world!"

"My boy is a superhero!" Maurice proudly stated. He grabbed Tucker and pulled him into a tight hug, with Angela soon to follow.

"So...We good?" Tonya asked as he popped his head in. Above his was Clint's, then Natasha's, then Steve's. They must have been waiting outside, waiting on the older Foley's reactions.

"We're good," Maurice said. Angela stepped back and towards Tony, her hand on her hip and a finger in his face.

"If you ever let anything happen to him it will be your head, his head, her head. Everybody's head. I don't care if it's Thor's or Hulk's. I will raise hell if my baby is hurt. Am I understood?"

Tony, who was apparently terrified of short overprotective moms, gulped and nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Then how about I make some cookies."

:I'll show you to the kitchen, Mrs. Foley," Steve offered.

"Kiss ass," Tony muttered under his breathe as they left. Danny laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Like you're one to talk."

"Yeah, whatever."

The moment was short lived when Maurice walked up to them, an eyebrow raised as he looked the both of them over.

"Danny, are you Phantom?" He asked. Danny nodded shyly, clearing his throat before he spoke again.

"Yeah. But I would really appreciate it if my parents weren't in on that. If you don't mind, I mean, Mr. Foley."

"It's a deal. Just keep Tuck off the field until he's ready, yeah?'

"You got it," Danny smiled.

"This is too sappy," Sam muttered to Tucker, who snickered.

:Yeah, but when do we ever get sappy? Admit it, you like it."

"Whatever. Go hug your dad or something, you big sap."

That's exactly what Tucker did.