Peter Parker Oneshots

Uncle Nick?

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Fury walked into the conference room to be met with a stare that sent shivers down his spine. The 15 year old boy had a face of steel, flared nostrils and slightly widened eyes, his hands were gripping onto the side of his chair, bending the metal armrests easily. Fury walked over to his seat and sat down, directly opposite Peter. The Avengers could feel the tension in the air so they backed off and watched this go down.

Fury shifted uncomfortably under the boy's gaze before speaking up. "Hi Pete..."

The boy simply blinks, then his eyes narrow and the armrests finally snap and fall to the floor. "Hi Pete? That's all you're going to say to me? Hi Pete?''

Fury sighed before replying. "I know it's less than satisfactory but there was a reason."

''What was it then?" Peter ignores the stares and starts mini-interrogating Fury. "What was so important? Because last time I checked and went to SHIELD headquarters, you had taken down my access to your office, and you were in there sucking someone's face off. What's the reason for that?"

To everyone else, it was so silent you could hear a needle drop, but Peter could hear Fury's heartbeat increasing rapidly as the 2 stared at each other. His breathing become slightly heavier.

"Right, umm, I can't really say anything to that." Fury scoffs. "This has been a great reunion hasn't it?"

"It sure has been but I'm not done with you." Peter snaps before reaching behind his back, under his suit jacket.

Everyone's eyes widen slightly before Bruce steps forward the tiniest bit."Maybe don't draw any guns today?"

Peter continues and pulls out a flip-phone, before chucking it over the table at Fury. "No? Not one measly call to make sure you're ok? Not one signal that you were still alive? I thought you DIED. You hear me? DIED!"

Everyone started whispering before Natasha pushed Tony forward, splitting him from the crowd so he could speak. "Can we ask what's happening here and if we can leave because we don't feel needed right now. This was meant to be a meeting not an interregation."

"It's fine Mr. Stark, the meeting is about to start anyways."

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After the meeting, they all left and went to the living room while their Chinese was being delivered. They got changed then went to sit on the sofa, but Peter sat on the floor resting his head on Fury's legs, who made absolutely no movement or signal of discomfort or annoyance. Clint jumped up and went to go get the food, and Peter stole his seat, the one next to Nick. He rested his head on the man's lap, swung his legs over the edge and continued like it was nothing, but everyone else was staring at them like they had 3 heads.

"Someone please explain what's happening because last time I checked, eyepatch doesn't even shake hands, let alone hug or do whatever's happening here?" Tony spoke up from the loveseat with Steve.

They both chuckled before Peter spoke up. "This is Uncle Nick. I've known him since I was 4, trained to be an Agent since I was 7, and then trained to take over when I was 11. You ever need any blackmail let me know, I have pictures of him wearing a pink eyepatch, a video of him singing Let It Go with me. You name it."

"Peter stop, they don't need to know anymore about my life than they already do." Fury scloded, earning an eye roll from the younger boy.

"Ok Pop-Up Pirate." Peter turned to the group and whisper-shouted quite obviously "Call me!"