Marvel Oneshots

Chocolate Milk

Peter Stark was having a good day. He woke up on time, but not too tired. He aced his Chemistry test, got no homework and managed to avoid Flash the entire day. Better yet, he was going to work on the Mark 78 with his Dad after school. So when he saw a glass of chocolate milk on the counter, he should've known that this day was just too good to be true. But instead, he ignored his Spidey Sense and drank it. All of it. Every drop. 

Tony's POV

I had just finished printing out the label with the brand new label maker (Bruce hulked out and destroyed the other one). 'LAB EXPERIMENT. DO NOT DRINK'. I think it sufficiently gets the message across. But when I got into the elevator to go to the penthouse and put the label on the glass, FRIDAY alerted me to a ... situation.

"Boss, Mini Boss seems to have consumed the lab experiment, and is visibly distressed."

"What?! But... no. Nope. Peter is not a dog right now. Tell me he's not a dog, FRIDAY."

"I'm sorry, Sir. But it appears that Peter is, in fact, currently a canine. An adolescent brown labrador, to be precise."

"Great."

I stepped out of the elevator and I found that FRIDAY was correct. I almost couldn't believe it was Peter, but when I saw his eyes, I knew it was. He was... well, he was adorable. 

"FRIDAY, get the team up here. They'll want to see this."

I felt a warm push against my leg, and looked down to see Peter rubbing his nose against my jeans. Kneeling down, not entirely sure I was doing the right thing, I gently put my hand against his head, and moved it down his neck. His tail started wagging, so I guess I wasn't doing too badly. 

"Stark. What the hell. Why is there a dog here?" Natasha questioned.

"Well...he's not quite a dog. It's Peter, actually."

"What? This is not responsible parenting, Stark. You can't just turn your kid into an... adorable little monster." She started strong, but by the end you could see on her face that her cold assassin's heart had completely melted at the sight of the fluffball in front of me. "Can I... can I hold him?"

"Yeah, sure, if he wants to." Apparently, Peter had kept his mind as his face seemed to light up and he bounded over towards the elevator where Nat still stood. 

"Aww, aren't you the sweetest thing. Oh my god I have never seen anything so fuc-"

"Language" Apparently Steve was here now, as he interrupted with a disapproving face. "Why have you got a dog, Tony?"

"Lab experiment gone wrong, Capsicle. That's Peter."

"OMG he's adorable! How long will he be like this?" Wanda stepped out from behind Steve and started fangirling with Nat. 

"Umm... probably another hour. It was only a test."

"Ok. We have to make the most of this time. FRIDAY, get pictures of everything Peter does while he's a puppy." Nat said. 

"Already happening, Ms Romanoff." 

"Thanks FRI. Do we have any dog toys? Oooh should we take him for a walk? Where's the rest of the team? They won't want to miss this!" 

10 minutes later, the entire team (including me, I'm not afraid to admit) were fawning over Peter like our lives depended on how many pats we could give.  But it was over too soon. It's surprising how quickly an hour goes by sometimes. 

"Okay guys, let's get him to his room. He's gonna change back soon and he's not going to be wearing clothes when he does, so lets save him that embarrassment." I said, pulling people away from Peter and ushering him into his bedroom. About 30 seconds later, we heard a thoroughly humiliated Peter say, "Oh my god. I can't believe that just happened. I'm never showing my face out there again." The amused laughter of my family was the last thing I heard before I passed out from laughing too hard.