Author's note: Hey guys! So this was originally supposed to be a sequel for Wait, what? You know the Avengers? As someone who likes reading stories that continue, I thought that it would only be fair to give you the same, hence why I have decided to merge the sequel with this. That story will be wiped off and I think that this story would do better as compared to the sequel. So that's a thing. I will definitely be uploading soon so keep in touch for that.
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Peter Parker took a deep breath as he walked through the doors leading to a sea of reporters and press. Last month, he, Pepper and Tony had talked about him revealing his identity of being Spiderman to the press. The Daily Bugle had gotten to it quicker though. He had is mask off to breathe after having a panic attack and one of the Daily Bugle reporters happened to have spotted him and taken some photos. Reluctantly, with much reassurance from his parents, he had agreed to holding a press conference to clear everything up.
He had spent the morning, cooped up in his room, rehearsing his lines or reminding himself that he would be alright. He'd gotten many phone calls from both Ned and MJ, both who were concerned about his wellbeing. They had ended up going over to the tower, just to see that he was alright and that he wasn't in the infirmary, bleeding out or unconscious, before wishing him luck and leaving to their respective homes.
He was allowed to talk about how he got his powers as Oscorp was shut down, he was allowed to talk about his personal life such as which school he went to or what he did for Stark Industries, he was able to talk about being a part of the Avengers, saving the world and reciting his experiences. He wasn't allowed to talk about what he did for SHIELD nor could he go into depth about what he did for Stark Industries. He was fine with those arrangements.
As he stepped into the room, more like hall, he was greeted by silence. Tony, Pepper, Happy and most of the Avengers stood in the room, looking at him encouragingly. He was on his own now.
"Good morning to everyone here," his weak and timid voice boomed through the microphone, "I'm Peter Parker. I'm also Spiderman as the Daily Bugle so subtly pointed it out last month. So we, being, Tony, Pepper and I decided to clear that up."
He was beginning to feel more confident now.
"So, any questions? Please, one at a time," he stated.
"Lauren Terrence from the New York times, Peter, how did you get your powers? What caused them to kick in?" a voice piped up.
"Well, actually, I was on a field trip, where I was bitten by a spider. It had gotten loose from one of their cages and suddenly, I was sick. I had a temperature for a few days before I started throwing up and in slowly subsided in a week and a half. So one day, I'm startled by something dropping to the floor and I jump up, and stick to the ceiling. I'm sure you can imagine how I shocked I would have been so I ended up effectively falling off it and realized that something was wrong with me. I don't need glasses anymore or I need more food as my metabolism burns faster. Does that answer your question?" he concluded.
The sound of pens or pencils rushing on paper was enough of an answer and so the questions poured on, some asking about home life, some asking if he were to be an Avenger, some about SHIELD, some questioning his age and various others.
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"Thomas Wilson from the Insider, Peter, what is your relation with Tony Stark? It has been rumoured that you have been sighted with him in public on multiple occasions. What do you have to say about it?"
"Other than him being my legal guardian we have no ties what-so-ever," he stated somewhat confidently. Shock enveloped the crowd, reporter's jaws slackening. Some of them broke out of their stupor scribbling notes onto their notepads. It was the last question before the reporters would be escorted outside.
Guards piled into the room, ushering the press towards the double doors at the end of the hall, reporters filed out of their seats towards them, seemingly still in shock. Peter looked to find Pepper, Tony and the Avengers standing there, eyebrows raised.
"What?" he questioned.
"Only a Stark would be able to pull something like that off, good job Pete," Natasha said to him. He shrugged, blushing at the would-be compliment.
"Dinner? I don't know about you but I for one am famished. All you lot did was sit there and smile like dorks! Shawarma?" Peter asked. Glancing at each other at the similarities between Tony and Peter they nodded before filing out, one by one till it was only Tony and Peter left.
"Look, kid, I know what you did today was not your cup of tea. But I'm proud of you. I'm happy that you can do things like that. You are a Stark, by blood or not."
Peter smiled, surprising himself by pulling Tony into a hug. Both Peter and Tony were not the 'hug' type, they didn't like that type of physical contact and only had it for select people. They stood there in silence before Peter pulled away, gesturing at the door. Tony rolled his eyes.
"We were having a moment here!"
"Well, I'm still hungry, old man," Peter countered.
Chuckling, they both exited through the same double doors that Peter had entered through hours before, heading for the Shawarama place down on 39th.
Who knew that something good could come out of this?new that something good could come out of this?
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