Summary: Peter's racking his brains trying to figure out how he could avoid the punishment that Dana promised to deliver to him. Instead, he is delivered the craziest news of his life. Wait, what do you mean I'm a missing child? Wait, I'm not a Parker? THEN WHO AM I?

Chapter 4: Holy Shit, You're My Dad

Peter has been waiting alone in an interrogation room for two hours now. He's totally fine with the wait, though. In fact, he could wait even longer if it meant that he could postpone facing Dana and her hairbrush.

'Stupid, stupid Parker luck,' Peter thought. 'Of course, with my luck, of all the people I could have tried to save, I picked an undercover cop.' Peter got up from his seat and started to pace around the room.

When he got to the police station, he was immediately taken to a small room where a police officer took a couple mugshots of him, which really got him nervous and made him feel like a criminal, and he was dragged into another room where he was asked questions about his name, age, school, and who his guardians were. Another police officer then took Peter's fingerprints and scanned them into a computer. He then saw the cop's eyes go wide.

The officer barked at Peter to not move a muscle, then practically ran out of the room. He came back after fifteen minutes maybe? Peter couldn't really tell because he was too preoccupied trying to figure out what he could say to Dana once she inevitably came to the station to pick Peter up. When the officer came back, he led Peter into an interrogation room and instructed him to stay there until he was told otherwise.

Now, after two hours of being alone in an interrogation room, Peter's adrenaline was finally wearing off a little, and he felt his stomach grumble slightly. Oh yeah, he didn't get anything to eat for dinner yet.

He had bigger problems to worry about though. Dana promised him he would get a bare bottom spanking (Peter automatically winced at the thought) the next time she caught him trying to find Uncle Ben's murderer, and aside from even considering how utterly embarrassing that would be, there was a high probability that Dana would notice Peter's skin was much tougher than that of a normal teenage boy. She would figure out that Peter's a mutant, and he'll probably be shipped off to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngers the very next day. Goodbye Queens. Goodbye Ned and MJ. And Goodbye being a friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Peter groaned. Would it make any difference on his healing factor if he skipped dinner? Peter went through the amount of food he ate today in his head. He had three pancakes, orange juice, a BLT sandwich, a bag of chips, FOUR WHOLE Oreo cookies. Nope. It wouldn't change a thing. He was already doomed. God, if only those cookies weren't that good...

Peter sat down again and banged his head slightly on the table.

'Think, Peter, think. How do you get yourself out of this mess?' Peter asked himself. Could he compromise with Dana? Ask her if she could just ground him for a whole month instead of going through with her threat? He doubted Dana would change her mind. She was a dedicated foster mom, always reading books on all sorts of parenting tips and advice in her spare time. He suddenly remembered that he saw her on the couch just three days ago, highligting a chapter title from one of her books that read: Why Consistency in Parenting is SO IMPORTANT.

Aarrgghh. Peter banged his head on the table with a little more force this time. Maybe he should just run away. He'll find an abandoned fire station somewhere and set up camp there. He'll forge a new identity for himself. Get a fake ID that says he's sixteen. Then he'll get a part-time job to make end's meat.

Peter sighed. Who was he kidding? Nobody in their right mind would believe that Peter was sixteen. He knew that he still looked like a middle schooler with his baby face and his height of 5' 5" (around 165 cm).

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," Peter nervously said.

The heavy metal door burst open, and Marcus entered the room. "Peter! Are you alright? How long were you in here?"

"Uncle Marcus? What are you doing here?" Peter asked. He knew Marcus was a police officer like Uncle Ben, but he didn't expect to see him here because Marcus was stationed in Park Row, which was at least a 30-minute drive away.

"I got a call from one of my buddies here that they have arrested you. Peter, what were you thinking?"

"I swear, Uncle Marcus! I swear I wasn't looking for Ben's murderer this time! I just happened to run into a drug dealer selling Eureka to somebody on my way back from school, and...and it was just the perfect opportunity to get more information!"

"Approaching an armed drug dealer and purchasing drugs from them to get information is completely reckless and dangerous, Peter. I told you that you need to let the professionals handle these things!"

"Well, they aren't doing a good job, so someone has to step in," Peter muttered.

Marcus sighed and sat down across the table from Peter. "We're not done with this conversation, Peter, but I have more pressing news to share with you. Have you eaten dinner yet? I brought you some chicken nuggests from McDonalds just in case."

Peter accepted the nuggets sheepishly and mumbled out a thank you.

"Peter, don't panic, but an FBI agent and a nurse will come in here to see you any second now."

Peter's stomach dropped, and he almost choked on a chicken nugget.

"What? Why?!" Did the FBI somehow find out that he was Spiderman? Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Your fingerprints were flagged. They came up as a match for those of a missing child on the FBI's database."

"That makes no sense at all. I can't be missing. There's no one left to look for me," now that both sets of his parents were gone, Peter thought.

"I have no reason to believe that May or Ben knew, Peter, but there's a possibility that Mary and Richard Parker were not really your parents."

"What... do you mean?" Peter frowned. Was he adopted or something?

Marcus took a deep breath, gently held onto Peter's forearm, and looked straight into Peter's eyes.

"Peter, there's a possibility that you were kidnapped exactly 10 years ago today, when you were only four years old. An FBI agent and a nurse will come in to perform a DNA test and ask you some questions. If you are who they think you are, your parents are both alive and have never stopped looking for you."

Peter's face paled, and he subconciously held in his breath as he tried to process what he had just heard.

"Peter, breathe. It's all going to be okay."

"I... I...," Peter started to say, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I guess they are here," Marcus said gently. He got up to open the door, and two women swiftly entered the room.

"Hello, Peter. I'm Agent Meyers from the FBI, and this is Nurse June. I'm not sure how much Officer Lee here updated you on the situation, but we are just here to take a quick DNA test and ask a couple of questions."

Marcus stood behind Peter and put one hand on Peter's shoulder. "You just came in as I was delivering the news. Though Peter here might need a couple minutes to wrap his head around what I just told him."

"That's completely understandable. Peter, would it be alright if we could perform a DNA test first then?"

Peter barely managed to give the agent a small nod.

Maybe when they get the results back, they'll realize that this was all just a big misunderstanding, Peter thought. He couldn't have been kidnapped. He just couldn't have. He didn't have many memories of Mary and Richard, but he knew that they never once abused or threatened Peter. Sure, they were a bit on the overprotective side, and he was homeschooled in Canada before they passed away, but nothing really seemed strange or weird about them. They just seemed so... normal.

Peter stared blankly into his reflection and went through a full on-existential crisis as the DNA test was performed on him.

"All right, DNA test is done. We need a couple hours to get back the results," the nurse announced.

"Thank you, Nurse June. Now, Peter, while we are waiting on the results, there are a couple questions I want to ask you."

No, Peter wanted to say. He wasn't ready to answer any questions. He started to panic. He couldn't bear to stay in the small interrogation room for another second.

"I need to use the restroom!" Peter nearly shouted as he stood up abruptly.

"Are you ok, kid? Do you need a moment?" Marcus had a worried expression on his face.

"Uh...I'm fine! I'm totally fine! I just really, really need to pee," Peter replied, his eyes darting around the room looking anywhere but at Marcus.

Marcus didn't seem convinced, but he relented. "Ok, Peter. The restroom is just down the hallway."

Peter practically bolted out of the room. He felt like the hallway was spinning around him, and he couldn't feel his legs. Was his whole life a lie? Who was he if he wasn't Peter Parker?

As he was making his way to the restroom, he heard the front doors suddenly bust open and a familiar voice shouting from the entrance.

"WHERE IS MY SON? WHERE IS HE?"

A police officer got out of his seat and tried to block the man from entering. "Sir, please calm down. Did somebody contact you? You shouldn't be here yet."

Curiously, Peter walked towards the entrance to see... Holy Shit, was that Tony Stark?!

"Block my path one more time and just SEE what happens!" Tony all but growled.

Peter approached Tony, completely in awe. "Oh my god, you're Tony Stark! Mr. Stark, what are you... what are you doing here? I'm sorry, you probably get this all the time, but my friend Ned and I, we are such big fans! We just watched your latest Ted Talk yesterday on your attempts to perfect the Arc Reactor as a renewable energy source and the impact it could have to lessen global warming. I think it's brilliant!"

Huh. Peter wondered why Tony Stark was staring at him so intensely and why he looked like he was about to cry.

"Addie..." Tony whispered.

Peter froze in place. Wait, that was what his mother called him in his dreams. Peter finally felt all the puzzle pieces clicking into place. It was the 10th year anniversary of Aidan Stark's kidnapping today. And he was just told he was kidnapped 10 years ago, which means...

"Holy Shit, you're my dad," Peter squealed.