Peter Stark: one shots

movie night [rewrite]

Peter steps into the lift and tells Friday to take him up to the penthouse floor. He slumps against the wall, thinking back on the long day of Flash constantly picking him apart and the slowly healing bruises from his afterschool patrol. As the doors open with a ding, he grabs his bag which he'd lazily dumped on the floor and makes his way into the kitchen.

He sees his Dad leaning on the island, nursing what is probably his tenth cup of coffee today, and checking his emails. Tony looks up from his phone when he hears Peter drop into a seat and bite down on an apple.

"How was school, kid?" Tony places his phone onto the counter and takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing as he realises he'd let it go cold.

Peter shrugs, "okay."

"Wanna have a movie night? We could watch Star Wars?" Tony pours his coffee down the sink, then turns back around to smile at his son.

"Yeah, sure. I've got some homework to do first though so later?" Peter replies, picking up his bag and throwing his apple core into the bin.

Tony hums, opening his emails again before deciding they aren't worth his time and wandering off towards his lab.

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Peter drops his bag onto his desk, pulling out his spiderman suit and throwing it in the general direction of his wardrobe. He sorts through his textbooks before realising he left his engineering textbook in his locker and deciding to work on his chemistry project instead.

After an hour of jotting down notes and putting together different slides for the PowerPoint project he's supposed to present next week, he hears a knock on his door.

"Yeah." He calls, not fully paying attention to whoever is outside his bedroom, instead starting on the next slide. He always ends up very focused on any project, no matter how boring, it's a trait he assumes he gets from his Dad.

"Dinner's ready." He hears his Mum say from the doorway, just as he catches the faint smell of her amazing spaghetti bolognese, his favourite.

Peter immediately slams his laptop shut - maybe a little too hard - and rushes into the kitchen, determined to get there before Sam can steal his usual place at the table. Sam pretends he can't stand him, but it's obvious to everyone in a ten-mile radius that he has a soft spot for the kid.

Peter sits in his seat opposite Clint and is already piling spaghetti onto his plate when he hears Sam wander into the kitchen, swearing under his breath when he sees Peter already sat down. Peter smiles innocently up at him as if he has no idea why Sam is annoyed, then shoves half a piece of garlic bread into his mouth.

Meals with all the avengers present are rare, but when they do happen they're always chaotic. Clint and Sam end up arguing over who has the better superhero name (Peter thinks Clint but refuses to choose sides), and Nat and Bucky usually end the meal with full conversations in Russian. Clint tried to teach Peter but he soon learnt that Clint only knows swear words so resorted to getting the occasional lesson from Nat.

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Once all the food is gone and Bucky steals the last piece of garlic bread (as usual), Peter excuses himself from the table.

He sits back in his desk chair and finishes a paragraph before deciding that the topic is boring. He doesn't mean to brag, but being the son of Tony Stark means he's basically a genius, and sometimes high school chemistry gets too easy, even if he does go to a specialised science and technology school. Peter spins in his chair a couple of times then notices the bright colours of his suit in the middle of the floor, not quite having made its way to his wardrobe. Another patrol couldn't hurt.

"Hey FRI, tell Dad I'm going on patrol." Peter says as he hops around his room, trying to pull on his suit.

"Boss says 'be careful'" FRIDAY replies.

Peter nods and pulls on his mask, greeting Karen with his usual enthusiasm. Sliding open his window, he shoots a web onto the nearest building and jumps from the ledge.

It's his favourite feeling in the world, swinging through the city as though nothing matters. It's freeing. Somehow, even with the constant noise of New York, it's peaceful. He can get out of his own head and focus purely on the people below him.

"There's a robbery happening three blocks from your location." Karen's voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

Peter jumps from the corner of the roof he was perched on and swings to the store his AI told him about. He sees one guy wearing a cheap kid's Spider-Man mask, rifling through a cash register.

"Woah. It's like looking in a mirror!" Peter shoots a web at the thief's mask and it easily flies off his face, only being held on by two thin strips of elastic. "Wait, you're not me!"

The man, who Peter can now tell is in his earlier forties, looks startled and raises his crowbar ready to fight.

"There's no need to get hostile!" Spiderman says, sending another web at the crowbar, yanking it out of the older man's grip.

The man looks surprised but covers it with a mean glare, grabbing another handful of cash and running out the door. He grips his duffel tightly and takes off down the street, weaving between the people on the sidewalk.

"Hey where are you going? We were just getting to know each other!" The hero calls, swinging after him. He sends a web at the guy and attaches the other end to a lamppost, leaving him hanging, then takes off just as the police round the corner.

He stays out for just over an hour, helping stuck cats and old ladies, being the friendly neighbourhood spiderman they all know and love. Then he decides it's probably time to head back, swinging between the skyscrapers and chatting absent mindedly with Karen.

Peter tumbles clumsily through his bedroom window and tugs off his mask, asking FRIDAY to let his Dad know he's home. He changes into his comfiest pyjamas (pink hello kitty bottoms and an oversized t-shirt) and makes his way into the lounge.

His Dad is already on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and Star Wars ready to play on the tv. Peter flops into the seat beside him and grabs a handful of popcorn.

"How was patrol?" Tony asks, pressing play on the tv.

"Good, helped the elderly, stopped a robbery. Normal stuff."

Tony nods and turns back to the tv, eating some popcorn.

By the time the rest of the avengers have made their way into the lounge to join the movie night, both Tony and Peter are fast asleep. Peter with his head resting on Tony's shoulder, hand still in the bowl and Tony with his head on the back of the sofa, snoring softly.

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a/n - its crazy to be back on here i dont rly use wattpad anymore (im an ao3 gal now) and even then i dont really read marvel but i was reading some the other day and thought yk what im gonna rewrite my old fics (im also posting them on ao3 my user is yousignedup4this)