He wasn't sure what to do. One the one hand, this was an oppertunity of a life time. On the other hand, it was practically selling his soul to the devil. Still, it sounded like fun. Oh who was he kidding. They were all freaking insane.
His Aunt May was going to kill him.
It had just been him trying to explain to his newly dubbed Uncle Logan why it was so fun to decorate him in magnets. Somehow that escalated to him sneaking up behind Iron Man as he flew through the city, tossing magnets on his back.
Actually, he was rather proud he was able to get a heart, a hello kitty, and a letter a on his back, and an American flag on his ass. He didn't seem to notice though. Peter kept his distance to keep from Iron Man hearing him laugh. And to keep him from seeing his reflection and his camera flash.
It seemed to pay off with his Uncle Logan. He had been slightly easier on Peter's magnet ways. So long as Peter reserved the more, feminine ones for the great flying ass.
All was right with Peter's world, even if he had to keep paying his Aunt May back for the magnets.
"What the hell?" Tony questioned. It was the twelfth time he had found magnets covering the backside of his suit. Good god was that an American flag on his suit's ass? And where the hell did the Hello Kitty come from?
He would've blamed Clint. He had the previous times. But the sorry archer was in the infirmary with a broken collarbone, unable to fire his magnets or even make it down near Tony's labs.
Natasha hadn't been in the tower in a month... Bruce wasn't into the childish games... Thor probably didn't even know what a magnet was... And Steve was just out and about. So who the fuck was decorating him in magnets?!
"Jarvis, make sure you record our next few flights. Specifically behind my back."
"Of course sir."
It took four more flights before he found more magnets on his back. He gave a wicked smirk as he pulled the footage of his flight. He watched the footage as he peeled car bumper magnets off his armor. Baby on Board. Right...
He long since finished the magnet removal when he saw something. It was a mere blip. A human shaped blip. His lips curled upwards.
"Jarvis, go back five seconds and pause it."
His AI did just that. Tony would have asked for an enhancement. But in the air, a blur of red and blue, and a thin line of white? There was no doubt this was the elusive Spiderman he had heard about in passing.
Well, this bug was a funny little shit. And he liked to be in New York, and according to SHIELD's "nonexistant" record, he lived in Queens.
"Young punk aren't you?" He commented with glee. A young boy on SHIELD's recruitment radar when he turned eighteen. A smart little guy. He appeared mousy like Bruce, but seemed to have been seen with the mutant Wolverine. And his grades in science? Oh he was officially curious. With not one more thought, he walked confidently to his elevator to get to his cars.
He had a little spider to visit.
"Alright Logan, magnet check," Aunt May commented as Logan prepared to leave. Peter held back his snickers as his Aunt May checked him over. Logan gave a half hearted glare to the spider child. Peter's grin only grew as his Aunt May didn't see any magnets. Truthfully, he had used up his available magnets on Tony Stark's Iron Man suit earlier.
Ah, one of his better uses of magnets. He was going to tell them he used them already when there was a knock on the door.
"Oh Peter will you get that?"
"Sure Aunt May."
He stood from the table and walked to the door, still thouroghly amused. He unlocked and opened the door to see a man standing there.
"Hi there. Tony Stark, you must be Pe-"
Peter slammed the door shut, his back on the wood and his eyes blown wide. The knocking began again, this time, louder.
"Oh for goodness sakes Peter. Who is at the door?"
"Nobody important Aunt May!" he yelled back at her, his voice cracking. His Aunt May and "Uncle" Logan appeared from the dining room. Logan rolled his eyes at Peter and plucked him from the door, as his Aunt unlocked and opened the door to see a bewildered Tony Stark.
Logan snorted, and held Peter in place. Peter lowered his head slightly, getting all shy.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Tony Stark ma'am. I'm here to talk to Peter. He left his magnets in front of my building."
"Oh my god Peter!" His Aunt turned to face her embarrassed nephew, "Really? What are you doing with all those magnets? Were you going to use them on Logan?"
Tony raised a brow in curious amusement. He wasn't the only person being decorated in magnets?
"Erm..."
"Peter!" she softly gasped. His head dropped once more and Logan chuckled. Peter glared up at Logan.
"It's not a problem ma'am-"
"May. Call me May."
"May. In fact, I found some of Peter's little science journals. I'd like to talk to him about it."
It had only gotten crazier from there. Tony had weaseled his way into the makeshift group, often times "stealing" Peter from Logan. Logan of course would get Peter back for training. And as for the magnets, well, Peter could never keep them in stock. Tony and Logan kept using them on one another. Peter gave up trying to stop them. Even if he couldn't place magnets on the two as often.
No idea where this came from. It just... Appeared one day in my headache induced writings.