Disclaimer: I do not own Royal Pains OR The Amazing Spiderman.
Boris and Peter sat together at the little table in the courtyard. Their first course was waiting, much to Peter's grumbling stomach's distress. Until Hank arrived they would wait to eat. After a particularly vocal moan from Peter's stomach, Hank came hurrying over, medical bag in hand. He dropped the bag and slumped into his seat with an apologetic smile. "Finally! I'm starving." Peter grinned. Hank laughed.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I was just saving lives." Hank grinned.
"You might have to save me if we wait any longer." Peter laughed as their first course was placed in front of them. They talked amiably as they ate, Peter telling his dads about New York.
"Some of my friends saw my picture of you guys and they were talking about how much I look like you. Both of you." Peter grinned.
"You are the spitting image of your fathers." Hank beamed. Evan and his wife Paige was walking over so the conversation politely stilled.
"Hank's smile and hero complex, and Boris's flowing locks." Evan laughed. Hank and Peter laughed with him and even Boris cracked a small smile.
"We just wanted to welcome our favorite nephew home." Evan smiled. Peter grinned and stood to hug them both.
"Would you like to join us?" Boris asked.
"Oh no, we're off to a gallery that has some of Paige's pieces. But you kids have fun." Evan winked at Peter before he and Paige walked off. When they were gone and the meal finished, the servants left. Boris's mossad security was unseen but could see the family from their hiding spots. The three were laying out on a blanket on the grass. No one was talking, they were just looking out as the sun set on the horizon.
"I'm Spiderman." Peter blurted breaking the silence.
"What?" Hank asked incredulously.
"I am the Amazing Spiderman." Peter shrank under Hank's hard stare.
"The trauma you could do to your body! The things that could happen!" Hank was clearly upset.
"I heal faster than normal people. And I'm immune to some things." Peter said trying to quell his father's worrying.
"Boris, why aren't you saying anything? He's your son too!" Hank asked looking at Boris with a steely glare.
"The spider bite that gave him these abilities also cured the genetic disease I passed on to him." Boris said.
"You knew?" Hank's voice was dangerous as he glared daggers at his husband. Boris said nothing.
"I help people. I save people. Spiderman gives people hope." Peter said looking earnestly at his father.
"You could be hurt. Killed." Hank said darkly.
"I haven't been killed yet so I have hope." Peter laughed. Hank sighed. Peter knew his dads were the two most stubborn men in the world but they had both not fought him on the issue so Peter counted it as a win.