Peter Parker one-shots

Dad Fury

Peter Parker had always thought his life would be normal—or at least as normal as it could be after getting bitten by a radioactive spider. But normal flew out the window the day Nick Fury found him, a scrappy, scared kid in Queens, trying to figure out what to do with his newfound powers. Fury had seen potential in him, something more than just a kid who could climb walls and sling webs. So, instead of letting him roam free, Fury took Peter under his wing, adopting him and training him to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Peter quickly became one of the best. He had a knack for the job; his spider sense made him a formidable scout, and his agility and quick thinking helped him excel in combat. But more than that, Peter had become like a son to Fury. Behind closed doors, they were family, and the gruff, no-nonsense director of S.H.I.E.L.D. found himself caring for the boy as if he were his own. It wasn’t just training missions and debriefings anymore; it was late-night talks, awkward attempts at cooking, and Fury doing his best to give Peter the guidance he never had.

But no one outside S.H.I.E.L.D. knew this. To the Avengers, Peter was just "Agent Parker," a name on some classified files, someone who helped Fury behind the scenes. They had no idea how close the two were. That all changed one sunny Tuesday afternoon.

The Avengers were gathered in the conference room at Avengers Tower, discussing the next threat, with Tony Stark leading the charge. "So, to sum up," Tony said, waving a holographic display, "we need better intel on this Hydra cell. Fury, think your people can handle it?"

Nick Fury, arms crossed, was about to respond when the door to the room burst open. Peter Parker, wearing his standard S.H.I.E.L.D. gear, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and looking like he’d just sprinted through half the Tower, strolled in, completely ignoring the assembled superheroes.

“Hey, Dad!” he said, casually dropping his backpack on the table. “I know you said you wanted that intel by tonight, but I got it done early, so… you’re welcome.” Peter grinned, walking up to Fury and handing him a tablet. “Also, can we talk about the mission to Prague? Because you said it’d be low-key, and I almost got blown up like six times. Not cool.”

The room went silent. Every Avenger was staring, their mouths slightly open. Did this kid just call Fury... Dad?

Nick Fury, who was known for his stoic, almost intimidating demeanor, did something no one in that room had ever seen before. He laughed. A deep, genuine laugh that rumbled in his chest and made his usually serious face soften. “Yeah, yeah, kid. I knew you could handle it,” Fury said, shaking his head. “You always do.”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s not the point. You said ‘low-key.’ I expect low-key. Next time, I’m demanding a raise. Oh, and by the way, I’m out of Pop-Tarts. Can you—”

“I’m not your errand boy, Parker,” Fury said, still smiling. “But we’ll talk about the raise.”

The Avengers watched this exchange, trying to process what they were seeing. Natasha raised an eyebrow, Clint’s mouth hung open, and Tony looked like he was ready to short-circuit.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tony interrupted, pointing a finger between Peter and Fury. “You’re telling me this is your kid?”

“Adopted,” Peter said with a shrug, not missing a beat. “But yeah. Surprised?”

“Very,” Steve said, glancing at Fury. “You’ve never mentioned him.”

Fury’s smile faded just a bit, replaced by his usual calm, collected expression. “Wasn’t relevant to the mission.”

“Not relevant?” Tony repeated, still incredulous. “How is this not relevant? Fury, you actually have a heart? And you’ve been hiding this… this—" Tony gestured at Peter, who just grinned. “Spider-powered, genius-level, secret agent kid from us?”

Fury shrugged. “He’s good at what he does, and he doesn’t need the spotlight. Which is more than I can say for most of you.”

Peter glanced around the room, realizing for the first time that he’d just crashed an Avengers meeting. “Oh, wow. Sorry, I didn’t realize you guys were, like, in the middle of something. Should I—?”

“You’re already here, kid. Sit down,” Fury said, gesturing to an empty chair. “Might as well learn a thing or two from these knuckleheads.”

Peter hesitated for a moment, then took a seat between Wanda and Sam. “Cool. Thanks, Dad.” He looked around the table, meeting everyone’s eyes. “So… this is kind of awkward, huh?”

Wanda, who had been silent up until now, leaned in and whispered, “You really call him ‘Dad’?”

“Yup,” Peter said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “Weird?”

“Very,” Wanda replied, but she was smiling. “But also… kind of sweet.”

As the meeting continued, the Avengers couldn’t help but watch Fury and Peter interact. Every so often, Fury would glance at Peter, and there would be a flicker of warmth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. The rest of the team slowly adjusted to this new revelation. Clint started cracking jokes, Steve asked Peter questions about his training, and Tony—still somewhat baffled—tried to figure out how he had missed this entirely.

By the end of the meeting, Peter had managed to charm his way into a few of the conversations, even cracking a joke that made Bruce chuckle. The Avengers left with new intel on Hydra, but more than that, they left with a new understanding of Nick Fury. Maybe he wasn’t just the hard, unyielding director they thought they knew. Maybe he was also a dad, looking out for his kid, and that side of him was just as important.

As everyone dispersed, Peter lingered behind, waiting for Fury. “Hey,” he said quietly, catching his adoptive father’s attention. “You okay?”

Fury gave him a rare, small smile. “I’m good, kid. You?”

“Yeah.” Peter smiled back. “So… about that raise?”

Fury shook his head, but there was a twinkle in his eye. “We’ll see.” And then, as they walked out of the room together, he added, “Proud of you, Parker.”

And for Peter, that was more than enough.