The Avengers + Spider-Man

Chapter One

This Fanfiction was written in 2016 before Tom Holland's presence in Marvel and was primarily based on the Amazing Spider-Man Franchise

*Tony Stark POV

My eyes shot open in sudden pain, as I found myself looking up at the ceiling of my workspace. Aka my lab. I groaned somewhat silently, while I leaned up. Rubbing the sore spot on the back of my head. The sound of paper and other objects beginning to rustle around under me the moment I began to get up from my sitting position on the floor.

"Jarvis time please" I blurted out with a slight raspy feeling in my throat. The feeling of the 'slight' hangover I had, finally catching up to me, faster than I could make a witty remark about how awesome I was.

"11:30 A.M. Sir. Shall I inform Steve you've
woken up?" He asked. I quickly stated a yes back before getting the rest of my bearings. Striding swiftly to the elevator, like I'd never been asleep, or hungover.

"Take me to the Avengers floor"

The elevator ascended quickly, within moments opening the doors to a wide room. I instantly walked with my hands in my pocket to the kitchen, where the sound of sizzling food was heard and the smell radiating throughout the entire upper building.

My mouth curved up into a wide smile at the sight of Steve standing at the stove. Spatula in hand as he flipped pancakes. I silently sneaked up behind him, and without a word, I snaked my hands around his waist from behind. Earning a slight chuckle in return.

"Nice to see you up. How was it in the lab?" He asked turning to me.

"Nothing blew up" I answered back. Feeling proud that nothing exploded in my face while tinkering with the Iron Man suit. My face clearly expressing how I felt. A quick smile plastered Steve's faces as he laughed lightly.

"Take a seat. I'm almost done" I walked to a seat where a hot cup of coffee was already sitting. Tauntingly inviting me to drink it. I excitedly sipped at the hot beverage. Feeling as it slid down my throat leaving the soothing feeling of warmth behind.
Soon a plate of food was sat in front of me, as Steve took his seat across from me. Just as I was about to begin eating, something annoyingly happen. Someone.

"Sir you have a call from Nick Fury. Should I patch you through?" Jarvis my AI said. I groaned at the thought of dealing with the man so early in the morning.

"Just ignore him like usual." I said placing a fork full of food into my mouth. Moaning happily at the taste that hit my taste buds.

"Tony.." Steve said disapproving. I only shrugged. I mean it's just Fury. He can wait another three hours. This food is too good to leave and be bothered with his attitude. My ears picked up the sound of a phone ringing, seeing as it was Steve's. He pulled it out looking at the contact before smiling sympathetically at me.

"Steven Rogers-Stark don't you dare pick that up" I said almost threatening. I stared him down. His eyes locked on mine. I stared at him with enough force that he could practically read the vibes I gave off saying 'not to do it.' He pushed the button before answering still looking me in the eyes. A small amused giant gracing his facial expressions. Making me feel
somewhat proud and betrayed.

"Hello Fury... yes he did. Right. We'll be there momentarily." He finished saying before hanging up, his eyes averted away from mine at some point through the call. A small huff leaving his lips in a sigh notion before his gaze fixated on me again.