Peter Parker... Stark?

Stowaway

Tony stared at the blinking light with a grin on his face. It never got old, immediately putting Ross on hold for several minutes. Sometimes the man would hang up and call back (which usually meant Tony would just put him on hold again), but most often he just waited until Tony picked up the phone again and let him speak.

Finally, after three minutes of the little blinking light, Tony lifted the phone to his ear. "Sorry about that. How can I help?"

"You think this is funny, Stark?" Ross barked.

"Funny?" Tony fired back, his grin disappearing. "Actually, what I find funny is that the Avengers Tower was directly attacked a while ago now, and until today I have heard nothing from you, Ross."

"My family is being threatened and you can't even take a phone call seriously!"

Tony blinked in confusion. "Hold on, you're being threatened? By who? Why?"

"That doesn't matter right now, what matters is I need people here to get us to safety!"

"On the contrary, I think knowing what has you turning tail is very important information," Tony argued. The line went quiet.

"Hydra. We're being threatened by Hydra," Ross finally gritted out. Tony's face hardened, one hand already tapping the arc reactor on his chest as the other slammed the phone back on the receiver.

"Fri, I need every capable super powered person in this Tower to be briefed on the situation and sent to the quinjet."

"Of course, sir."

One of the windows in the office room popped open and Tony threw himself out before shooting up to the helicopter pad on the top of the building. Steve and Nat appeared moments later, quickly followed by Clint, all three heroes looking flustered and annoyed.

Well, Nat just looked annoyed. It bothered Tony that nothing seemed to fluster her, ever. Not that he would ever admit it.

The ramp to the jet lowered, but before anyone could take more than a couple steps, the door to the roof opened and a very familiar head of brown hair was bobbing towards them.

"Wait for me!" Peter called, waving a gloved hand in the air like he didn't already have their attention.

"No, Pete, no way," Tony said stepping forward and retracting his mask. "You are still recovering from your last... encounter, shall we say? With Hydra?"

Peter rolled his eyes, although his shoulders slumped slightly like they did whenever Pepper scolded him for being out patrolling past curfew.

"Dad, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You're getting better, but that does not make you fine."

"I haven't had an episode for several days, Mr. Loki told me to take a break from those memory exercises, and Bruce even cleared me to sleep in my own room tonight!"

"Peter, no. Not today. There are too many unknowns."

Peter's face dropped in disappointment, but Tony didn't feel sorry in the slightest. He just got Peter back--no way was he letting the kid anywhere near the people who had turned him into a living robot.

"Stay here and keep an eye on Morgan, please? There was an unholy amount of glitter in my Amazon cart the other day, and I can't help but think she's got something up her sleeve."

Finally, Peter hung his head. "Okay."

"We'll be back before you know it, kiddo." Tony tried, but Peter was already walking away. With a sigh, Tony followed Cap up the ramp.