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Summary: Why does Keith have a mullet anyways? Surely he didn't do it because he wanted to… right? ...Tony started it, in his defense.

AU where there was a Civil War, but everyone is ok with each other now? I just want Peter to freak out about meeting the Avengers, ok?

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So I bet you're wondering: how did Peter Parker - the fashionable web-slinging superhero - get something as horrendous as a mullet?

Well… it went something like this.

Tony Stark, being the billionaire he was, had an amazing tower. Like, so amazing, you couldn't even imagine how amazing it was until you saw it with your own eyes.

Which Peter did. And he could hardly believe what his eyes were seeing. So this is what it's like to be rich.

Peter wanted to be rich now. Not like he didn't want to be rich before, but still. Even more now.

Anyway, Tony had let him into the Tower to meet the other Avengers. As if going into the amazing tower wasn't enough, he also got to meet the Avengers inside said tower. The Avengers.

Sure, he'd kinda met some of them before, but it had been kind of a rushed meeting… because, you know, he was pretty much busy fighting them.

He still couldn't believe he had gotten Cap's shield. And toppled Ant-Man like he was an AT-AT in Star Wars. And went face-to-face with some of the other guys while still holding his own (for the most part).

So excuse him if he wasn't excited. I mean, who wouldn't be?

The room Mr. Stark had let him into almost made Peter's jaw drop to the ground. But it didn't, because he actually had some self-restraint.

It was fancy, but it was also minimalistic. It was like a whole apartment, complete with a TV, couch, table, bar, kitchen…

Unfortunately, Peter did not have the self-restraint to not stare. In his defense, anyone would be hard-pressed not to stare. He was sure of it.

Tony smirked, relishing in Peter's amazement. "Impressed, kid? Had a feeling you would be. Who wouldn't be impressed at something only a billionaire could afford?"

That only further proved Peter's point.

"Kid, go ahead and sit down on the sofa over there. I'm pretty sure your pretty little head needs some time to process the awesomeness that's me."

Tony was right. He did need some time to process this.

Unfortunately, he didn't get enough time to.

Because just as he sat down, the elevator had opened, revealing a man Peter was sure he hadn't seen before.

The man walked up to him. "Are you Peter?"

Peter nodded and took the man's outstretched hand. His handshake was firm and strong (though not as strong as his own, he couldn't help thinking).

"I'm more known as War Machine, but you can call me Rhodes." The man now revealed as Rhodes gave him a grin.

Peter was flustered, pretty sure he was on the verge of showing how much he was fanboying on the inside. "I-It's nice to meet you M-Mr. Rhodes."

Oh god, he was totally embarrassing himself.

"Nice ta meet ya too, kid. Just Rhodey is fine though. I mean, we fought together, didn't we, Spider-man? That's more than enough to call you a good guy in my book."

Peter could only nod, still stunned.

Tony walked in again. "Oh hey Rhodey, I see you met our little spider friend here. Turns out he's a huge fan of the Avengers, so try to go easy on the kid. I'm pretty sure he's already about to start squealing."

Rhodey shrugged. "Pretty sure I already broke 'im, Tony."

Tony stares at Peter's still form. "Huh. Well that was faster than I thought he'd go." He places his hand on Peter's shoulder, snapping him out of his stupor. "Hey kid, snap out of it. You haven't even met the rest of them yet."

Oh no. Peter was so going to make a fool of himself. Even more than he was already doing.

And right on cue, the rest of them walked in.

Yep. He was absolutely speechless.

There was Captain America… He was pretty sure that was Thor… He was 99% sure that was Black Widow. There was Cap's friend… That was probably Black Panther, right? ...And oh my god, was that Bruce Banner?!

Ugh, his mind could not handle this. Nuh-uh. Nope. Not at all.

The guy he was pretty sure was Black Panther turned to Tony. "Is he okay? He seems… out of it."

Black Widow looked like she was on the verge of a smirk. "He's fine. Just shocked."

Peter was able to snap out of it… eventually.

Black Widow looked at him. "Name's Natasha."

The Black Panther held out his hand for Peter to shake. "I am T'Challa, of the kingdom of Wakanda. Pleased to make your acquaintance…" he trailed off.

Peter shook his hand. "Peter. Peter Parker."

T'Challa smiled. "Peter. It is very nice to meet you."

Peter returned his smile. "Thanks. You too."

Captain America shook his hand. "As you know, I'm Captain America, but you can call me Steve. Over there is my friend, Bucky." He pointed to his friend, who waved briefly.

"It's nice to meet you in person." He frowned. "Although, I did think you'd be older."

"Umm…"

Bucky interrupted him. "Don't mind him, he's just overprotective."

"O-okay…"

Thor waved as well. "Ah, so you are the Man of Spiders I have heard so much about."

Peter nodded. "Yeah. Thor, right?"

"Yes, the God of Thunder, and wielder of the mighty Mjolnir."

He nodded again before Bruce Banner walked up.

Dr. Banner shook his hand too, but Peter was so shook. The Bruce Banner. Wow.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Bruce Banner, but call me Bruce. Dr. Banner is too formal to me. I don't think Tony would let you call me that anyway."

Tony smirked.

"Heard you had quite the brain. I look forward to doing some experiments with you."

Aaaand Peter was pretty sure he could never be fixed. Doing experiments. With Bruce Banner.

Wait… was he fainting? Why was he fainting?

Not good.

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He woke up to voices.

What happened?

Then he opened his eyes, and he almost felt like fainting again.

Around him stood the Avengers, in all their glory, talking over him.

Steve noticed him first. "Everyone, he seems to be waking up."

Oh, Peter was already awake. His idols being here had definitely taken care of that.

Tony waved, still with that smirk on his face that Peter was actually starting to get annoyed of. "Nice to see you up, Petey. Get over meeting the Avengers yet?"

Honestly? No. No he wasn't. He was sure that he'd never be over it.

"No. But I think I'm fine now. Honest."

"Okay, I'll believe you if you can get off the floor first."

Getting off the floor? Oh. He guessed he was still down. He got up easily, since the shock had (mostly) worn off.

Bruce smiled. "Glad to see you're alright. I thought something was wrong, but Tony was pretty sure it was from shock."

Tony smirked again. Peter was going to kill him one day. After wiping that smirk off of his face, that is.

Tony, ironically, was the one to break the ice. "So! How about we do something? I never did like to stand around and exchange pleasantries, and that hasn't changed now. Any ideas?"

A stomach growl answered his question. Tony clapped his hands together. "Pizza it is! Any preferences?"

And so they bonded over pizza. Pizza. Well, he guessed he shouldn't be surprised. Pizza was the greatest of casual foods, capable of bonding even the most opposite of people.

So then it soon evolved into some friendly banter. Well… maybea little less than friendly.

At least Peter wasn't the one in the middle of it for once.

However, he had terrible luck. Tony was the first to turn to him. "Pete, your hair… it's so generic."

Peter pouted a bit. "It is not. My hair is fine!"

"No, it's not. Kid, like, every other teenager I've seen has that same exact hairstyle. It ain't doing you any favors."

"Fine, if you think you're so smart, what do you think I should do, genius?"

"I-I don't know! I'm just saying, even a mullet would be better than what you've got going on right now! At least you would stand out a little more."

The room became silent. Natasha's voice was the first to break it. "A mullet, Stark? Really?"

Tony nodded, looking quite serious. "Yes! The kid really needs to get out there, and I'm pretty sure a mullet would be perfect for grabbing the attention he needs."

Steve spoke next. "A mullet? Ah, I remember those. They were quite fashionable among the younger generation."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Maybe back then. Still… It can't be too bad, right?"

Bruce scoffed. "Last time you said that, it really was that bad."

Tony looked at Peter again. Oh no. "Kid, mind growing a mullet for us? I need to prove to these guys that it can't be worse than your hair right now."

Nope. "No, no way. Mullets are not popular. At all. I'd probably get bullied for it! Like I don't get bullied enough…" the last part was mumbled under his breath.

"Come on, please?"

"There is no reason I should get a mullet of all things."

Tony threw his hands in the air. "Fine. I'll make a deal with you. You get a mullet… and I'll get you into the Galaxy Garrison."

"Wait. The Galaxy Garrison?! The same Galaxy Garrison that is renowned for its advances in space travel?"

"The very same. I've got a few… connections." A mischievous smile appeared on his face. "So. Do we have a deal?"

Don't get him wrong, he wanted so bad to go to the Garrison. I mean, if he was lucky enough, he could get into space. Like, actual space. And possibly even meet extraterrestrial life!

But… a mullet? Really? Like, the most unfashionable haircut in his time?

He was pretty indecisive, but…

His want into the Garrison won out.

Peter held out his hand. "Okay. We have a deal."

Tony shook it, grinning, while the most of the others stared on in horror (except for Cap).

"A deal it is! First, grow the mullet, then we'll talk about the Garrison."

"Fine. But you better keep your promise."

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A year later…

"Congrats kid, you are now eligible to enter the Galaxy Garrison!"

Tony's smirk was as annoying as ever, but it was even worse now. Especially since it was at his expense.

"Yeah yeah, when do I get to cut the mullet?"

Peter pretty much hated the thing. It was hard to get under his costume, his hair kept getting in his face, and it was just so… so… horrific. No one wears a mullet and gets away with it.

Tony's smirk only got bigger. "Oh no, you're not getting rid of it. Not on my watch. First off, you pull the look off pretty well! I thought it would be horrible, but it's not too bad actually. Second, you're going to have to keep it if you want to still get into the Garrison. The whole time you're there."

He knew it would come to this. Screw you, Tony. "Alright, fine."

"That's the spirit!"

And that's why Keith still has his stupid mullet.

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Heheh. So looks like I killed two birds with one stone? How Peter got into the Garrison, and how he got his mullet. Lol. :D

There is still more origin left, however! Like, why is his hair black instead of brown? Why is is name currently Keith instead of Peter? How did he meet Shiro? Why is he so good at piloting? Did he really forget Lance?

You'll find out some time later! Hahaha!

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