Sam is really awesome etc.

This is the final collaborative chapter as of now, enjoy!

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Steve had been sound asleep when Tony slipped out of bed unable to sleep. On his way down to the lab, he padded down the hall and peered into each child's bedroom, an act that always had a calming effect. Morgan slept soundly beneath a pile of stuffed animals, her lamp projecting the milky way onto the ceiling, in Evie's room,a pile of books teetered precariously on her nightstand over a foot tall and the soft sound of Tschaikowsky filled the room. But, when he peeked into Peter's room and found it empty he was filled with anger and dread, but on a subconscious level he was not surprised.

He sighed and walked back down the hall beckoning his suit to appear around him, once decked in the red and gold he took off from the balcony.

"Friday, any Spiderman activity?" He asked and the reply pleased him, he wanted to retrieve his boy as soon as possible, he was done with this uncertainty. Time to settle this once and for all.

Peter was having a great night, he had webbed up two muggers and stopped a robbery, but then things got a smidge more serious.

There were tons of high tech weapons floating around the city, thanks to the salvage from the Chitauri attack. It was inevitable that he would run into them occasionally and tonight was his lucky night! It had happened before, but it was a rare treat, and he always enjoyed the extra challenge.

He confronted the two men who were cutting out an ATM with an upbeat hey.

They turned in surprise.

"Seriously guys? Could you not be more original?" Peter taunted, then he dodged the deadly blue ray aimed at his head by flipping upwards, sticking on the ceiling.

"Kid, you talk too much." The barrage began, blue flashes from alien technology lighting up the night sky.

Peter dodged and webbed to no great effect, these guys were fast, he was starting to tire and the blue blasts were unrelenting. He flipped out of the building to catch his breath and found himself caught very deftly in Iron Man's arms.

His eyes grew wide and he began to struggle against his father's grasp, but the grip was tight, iron tight, could it be anything else? Not when your Dad was Ironman. Peter would be laughing at the mental phrasing going on here, but right now- not so much.

"Peter James Stark-Rogers, you quit struggling or I swear I will make you face your super soldier father all by yourself. And that would really suck. Got it?" Tony did not mince words and Peter went still.

He looked down to see Bucky, Vision and Nat dealing with the situation, very effectively. Maybe, just maybe, more effectively than he had been.

"Oh shit," he murmured as he processed his predicament.

"Language," his father scolded with an unseen eye roll.

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Steve was pacing the kitchen, Bucky had told him to stay put and he had no idea what was going on but he was certain it was not good. His anxiety levels had grown considerably higher when he checked on his children and had found one bed vacant.

The balcony doors crashed open and Steve's mouth fell as Ironman flew in, Spiderman dangling from his hand. The kid was kicking and fighting to no avail.

"Hey babe, how are you doing? Could you hold this for me?" Tony deadpanned holding out the struggling boy.

Steve stepped forward and grabbed him, too stunned to do anything else.

The boy seemed to lose his fight and went very still as Tony dispatched his suit.

"What the hell Tony!?" Steve was concerned, very concerned, it took a lot for him to curse, however his husband had just kidnapped someone's child.

"Oh just wait, babe. This gets so much better, believe me?" Tony quickly ran his hand through his hair then pulled the mask from the now very compliant child.

"Peter!" Steve gasped, dropping him instantly, the boy scrambled to his feet.

"Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It." Tony warned as Peter looked wildly at the open door.

Tony slammed it closed and took a deep breath.

"Steve Rogers; Captain America, meet Peter Stark-Rogers; Spiderman," Tony said sardonically and Peter stared at the ground, unable to meet either of his fathers' eyes.

"Well. Are you hurt?" Tony barked at the boy.

"What?" Peter's head shot up.

"I said are you hurt?" Tony ground out again.

"No I'm not. I'm fine," Peter snapped and Tony shot him a warning glare.

Peter gulped, this was not good but what could he do? Escape was impossible, he was facing two of the Avengers; so he stayed silent, waiting for the next move.

Steve was frozen with shock.

"More dumb luck than judgement," Tony snorted.

"I had that under control, I did not need your help," the son snapped back, unable to stop himself.

"Peter, those weapons kill, they kill outright with one hit. You did not have that under control, you were being reckless and you were alone. Jesus Christ, I cannot believe this," Tony ran his hands over his face in frustration. He had thought that were Peter Spiderman, he would be tackling muggers, retrieving stolen bikes and rescuing old women's cats from trees, not battling alien tech that could kill him.

"Are you telling me that you have been fighting Chitauri weapons?" Steve came out of his daze.

"Yes I have, I am a superhero, I could handle it before Dad got all over protective," Peter made a very unwise decision. Steve looked at Tony who threw his arms up in despair.

"A superhero? You are not a superhero, you are a child, our child and your father is not being over protective. You, young man, have no idea what damage those things can cause. How long have you been doing this? How long have you been risking your life?" Steve appeared furious, Tony knew better. Steve was scared, he was terrified this revelation.

Peter narrowed his eyes and pulled back his shoulders.

"I am not a child! I have these powers and it is my duty to help protect this city. I am just looking after the little guy, who else is going to do it? Looking after ordinary people is below your pay grade, remember?" Peter was not interested in what Steve had to say.

"It is not your duty, your duty is school and keeping your grades up. How has he been able to sneak out Tony? I thought this building was secure, shouldn't Friday tell us if one of them is sneaking out every night!?" Steve turned to his husband.

Steve had devoted his life to keeping his children safe, since the day the kids were born he had vowed to keep them safe, that was his duty and purpose ; Steve protected and defended those who were vulnerable, his children above all others.This situation threatened all that he held most dear and that terrified him.

"Houdini, you gonna tell him or shall I?" Tony looked at their defiant son who shrugged and pulled a face.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

"You did not hack Friday! Did you? After we discussed how dangerous it was, dangerous for all of us including your sisters plus you gave your word you would not do it again. Peter?" Steve raised his voice for the first time, his tone heavy with disbelief and not a little anger.

Peter blushed, then shrugged yet again before he resumed staring sulkily at the ground. Steve looked at Tony who nodded.

"Oh yes, absolutely yes," Tony replied to the unspoken question. Talking wasn't working, this kid needed a reminder, a very clear reminder who was in charge here.

"Hey guess what Mr. Superhero, you think you are so grown up and tough. Well I've got news for you, you're fourteen. And fourteen year olds still need to listen to their fathers. You are not too old or too big for a spanking, not if you're making decisions like this. " Steve grabbed Peter by the arm, sat down and flung his son over his knee.

"Look at that, you still fit," Steve deadpanned as he secured a firm grip.

He then proceeded to pepper the boy's behind with hefty smacks. But Peter was not chastened, instead he fought, he fought hard.

"Get off me! Let me go! I hate you, I hate you!" Peter had become this unfamiliar angry young man almost overnight yet his protests fell on deaf ears.

Steve tightened his hold on the struggling child as he increased the strength of the swats. Sure enough, Peter stopped fighting, and after a few minutes of the the soldier's relentless stamina, Peter began to cry.

Steve continued on, this was a lesson that needed to stick. Peter was going to mind his parents, his life depended on it, Steve was going to make sure of it.

Steve stood Peter up and took the child in his arms, Pater glared at him through wet eyelashes; he yanked an arm free and swiped it across his face, furious that he, a superhero, had cried.

He tried to pull away but Steve held tight.

"Now you listen to me and you listen well. This Spiderboy thing has to be controlled, you cannot spend your nights swinging through the city fighting crime, you are fourteen years old and it would be irresponsible of us to allow you to do that," Steve was trying to be reasonable. Yet, all he got in response was more backtalk.

"I knew you would be like this, you can't stop me! You won't stop me!" Peter tried to shrug off Steve's hands yet again.

Steve sighed and looked at Tony who pulled a helpless face.

"You know what? It's bedtime, and you are going to bed because you are a child and children should be in bed at this time of night. Tomorrow, we will talk about this but now you are going to bed and if you step a single toe outside of your room before breakfast then you will go back over my knee, and it will be ten times worse. Do you understand me?" Steve stood up and tried to take Peter's hand. But, he was too quick, pulling away and kicking Steve in his groin before making a run for the doors.

"Whoa, Whoa there. I don't think so Rocky," Tony had activated his Iron Man gauntlets enabling him to catch Peter with ease, he wrapped his arms around the teen tightly.

Peter stared up in shock as Tony smirked.

"Surprise! I'm strong too spiderling."

Peter glowered at him as he wriggled and squirmed.

"Don't call me that! I'm Spiderman, not Spiderboy or spiderling. Spiderman!" Peter protested.

"Yeah sure you are," Tony stroked his hand lovingly through Peter's curls before handing him to Steve who had limped over. He slung the boy over his shoulder and landed a harsh swipe on Peter's butt which finally seemed to tame him.

He disappeared down the hallway and Tony poured two drinks, he sipped his as he waited. Steve reappeared a few minutes later and Tony handed him his drink silently.

"What are we going to do Tony?" Steve sighed as they lay in bed, his head on the smaller man's chest.

"Way I see it we have a few choices," Tony said with a yawn. "Forbid him from being Spiderkid-"

"He will just keep doing it behind our backs Tones. He's right that someone needs to protect the little guy, and we don't."

"Am I hearing this right? Mother hen is willing to let one of the chickies leave the nest?" Tony chuckled.

"Shush. I'd just rather he do this and us know about it and be able to keep an eye on him than him sneak out and do it behind our backs," Steve rolled his eyes.

"I could make a pretty cool suit for him…"

"Not cool. Safe. Bullet proof, Chitauri proof, fire proof, monitors his health, tracking device-"

"I'll get right on that nice tall order." Tony laughed. "Its gonna cost you though, that's tech that hasn't been invented yet. You owe me something good."

"Anytime. Genius."

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Yes I changed Peter's middle name. James seems more appropriate in my context- especially since both Bucky and Rhodey are named James.