Peter Parker Oneshots

Peter Clinton Barton

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(Peter POV)

I was behind Tony hiding as they stepped out of the elevator to be met with stares.
"Everyone, this is Peter Parker. AKA Spider-Man." Tony introduces me and steps to the side, I instantly feel a lump in the back of my throat as I catch the eyes of my Dad, Clint Barton and my Aunt Tasha, the Black Widow. Tony steps behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "He's just very excited right now but you should all introduce yourselves." Tony says because of my rigid expression, but that wasn't the reason.
"Hi, I'm Steve and I still can't believe I dropped an airport terminal on a kid." OMG it was Captain America! I could hardly contain my excitement but I stayed professional. "No harm no foul, I've had a warehouse dropped on me bef-"

I meet my dad's eyes once more, now trying to conceal anger. "I shouldn't of said that, it was a while ago. But nice to meet you anyways."

Everyone went around doing their introductions until it was time for my dad's, but he just stared at me. I stared back with an amused expression. He narrowed his eyes and I did the same. He crossed his arms and I crossed mine, still staring at each other. I could hear the snickers of Aunt Tasha and the others. He sighed heavily, and I copied him. "I'm Clint Barton." He finally said something breaking the silence.

"Noted." We are still standing identically facing each other on other sides of the room. "Follow me. I need to speak to you." Crap. I was done for now, his Dad voice. He walks off and I follow, stopping in the doorway he walked through before turning to everyone and mock saluting. He pulls me away from the door and slams it.

He starts "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm being Spider-Man, Mr. Barton what are you on about?"
"Don't play dumb kid, what are you really doing here?"
"I'm being Peter Parker, now I'm going to ignore you and walk off because the amount of cameras in this room are unsettling. I count 8." I slightly stress the word cameras, but not too much so it isn't noticable, Dad seems to catch on.
"Well if you're working for HYDRA or anywhere else, I will shoot you."
"I'd like to see you try Birdbrain." I walked out after that, to see Mr. Stark doing what I thought he was, checking the footage from that room. "He seems nice." Sarcasm is a blessing.

-- 3 months later --

We've been overtaken by Ultron and we have to visit our farmhouse. I walk behind Dad trying not to be seen by Mum but it doesn't work, our eyes meet as soon as we walk through the door.
"Clint Francis Barton." Mum starts, anger written all over her face and Dad knows exactly why.
"In all fairness, I didn't know until he turned up one day. I swear. Talk to him not me." Dad responds meekly, rubbing his neck. I mumble 'snitch' before I try to escape back outside but this doesn't go unnoticed by everyone in the room.
"You stay right there." Mum says, and I freeze before turning to face her, she continues. "Why are you with these people? Do you understand how much danger you put yourself in? I thought you were in Switzerland with Ned, and then you didn't answer your phone so I called Ned's parents, and they said you never went with them. Now, I find you frollocking around in the park with a bunch of dimwits."
"I don't frollock. I skip along with these dimwits and make sure they don't do anything stupid. Uncle Tony gave up drinking, Uncle Bruce found a way to control his hulk-outs, Wanda, her power control is incredible. The list goes on. The only person I didn't see make progress is Dad, who got annoyed everytime I called him 'Uncle Clint' instead referring to Tony as 'Dad'  and apparently didn't like it when he got pranked back. And it was fun. Now excuse me, but I want to go see my siblings, because Skyping every night is not the same as actually seeing them." I walk off and hear someone, I assume is Dad, talking in the distance:

"And there we have Mine and Laura's oldest son, Peter Clinton Barton"