Helloooo, in this one-shot Peter knows the avengers, they know he's spidey, he isn't an avengers tho, and Tony is his father figure <3
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{No one's pov}
In the room where the avengers had been gathered by Nick Fury, they all sit in annoyed silence while waiting for their last member. Present where: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff and the one and only god of thunder, Thor Odinson.
A man clad in an expensive dark suit entered. Tony Stark. "Missed me?" He said teasingly and he took a seat next to the man known as Bruce Banner, or the Hulk.
"Stark. I expect you to listen this time. Inportant mission about a highschooler selling drugs." Stark looked uninterested at Fury's words, same as Clint Barton. "Since when do we stop teenagers dealing drugs?" He asked, cocking his brow up.
"Since this is deadly poison, hidden as drugs." Immediatly the team looked more interested and sat straight on their black leather office chairs.
"That got your attention, good. Now, any questions before we start?" No one spoke, so Fury continued. "So, to find this teen, we are sending you to school-" the room filled with groans and protests immediatly, like a class of teens who heard they were having a surprise maths test.
"QUIET!" Silence crashed over the room again, and Fury continued. "You will each get injected a serum, wich will make you go back to your teen years. It will take away your powers if you have those. Also, tell no one who you are, and don't talk to much with Parker, will ya?"
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After all had been explained, the avengers weren't looking forward to going to school again. But Tony, to be honest, felt quite excited to see what Peter was like at school.
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The avenger's last weekend as adults (not forever) had quickly passed. Peter was told they were on a important mission in another country.
Beside the fact the avengers looked almost unrecognisable with the teenager serum, they had also gotten an assigned wardrobe and new names.
Tony: Robert
Bruce: Mark
Thor: Chris H.
Natasha: Scarlet
Steve: Chris E.
Clint: Jeremy
"Why'd they give you nice clothes, and me this!" Clint whined in his grey pants and shirt with and ugly stripe pattern. "Why do you think?" Natasha replied smugly in her flair jeans with nice white sneakers and a black crop top that complimented her shape.
The six hero's entered the building and looked around to find the principal's office. On the way they all heard a most familiar voice. "-eah dude, I don't know I guess it was really important." Peter. Another voice chimed in. "That's so cool! So are you joining them one day? Are you an avenge-" The voice got cut of by Peter putting his hand on his best friend's mouth. "sshh! Dude! Let's just get to class. I heard a whole bunch of new kids are coming and-" Peter and his friend left around the corner.
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After the avengers had gotten their planners they compared them. "What is this so called Pee ee?" Thor boomed, startling the others. "It's pronounced P.E. pointbreak! And it's gym." Tony replied annoyed. "We should probably head to class, I have none of your classes, so I guess I'll see you guys at lunch, bye guys." Steve called, and he left. "Oh look! We have Biology together Nat, let's go!" Clint said and they left together.
"I see I have to go make art with you, man of Banner!" Thor yelled. Bruce let out a bit of a annoyed groan, already relieved that he wouldn't be able to hulk out thanks to the serum. They left and Tony headed to his class, science. Entering the class, the first thing he noticed was Peter. "Ah! Robert was it? Go sit down next to Peter and get your books!" Tony hesitantly sat next down to the boy. Fury had said to avoid Peter, and now he was seated next to him. As much as he had hoped Peter wouldn't say hi, Peter did, the polite boy he was.
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Spiderman oneshots
Hayran KurguJust a bunch of one shots including: *irondad and spiderson *avengers and spiderman *identity reveals *just some random shit about spiderman -- Both fluff and angst, depends on my mood -- Warnings: There is swearing and violence Another warning: wat...
