Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker - Team Sports, Part One

Warnings: Language, long
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Tony Stark rescued you from a HYDRA camp about a year or two ago. They called you an "enhanced human" due to the experiments run on you.

You ran away, staying in hiding from the time you escaped, to the time Tony found you. Apparently you were never under the radar. This day and age, everyone has a camera.

When he found you, you were smiling sadly at the children playing in a park. You loved kids. You used to have a younger brother, but he didn't make it through the first round of experiments. Watching the children here made it feel like he was still with you in a way.

Tony approached you with swagger, looking entirely dissimilar to the rest of those in your vacinity, so obviously, you got some strange looks.

A famous billionaire, who happened to be wearing a three thousand dollar suit, standing next to the shabby, foreign teenager. Nope, not at all suspicious.

"How's my favourite Sokovian runaway doing?"

"Hello, Tony. Why are you here?"

"Don't you watch the news?" He snarked.

"Homeless," you replied, rolling your eyes. "Now, what is it? I don't suppose you've come to adopt me."

Tony straightened his suit. "Actually... kind of. I'll only have to take care of you for three years, you're pretty much independent anyways, and I need your help." You looked at Tony through his purple sunglasses.

"Are you joking?" You asked with uncertainty, almost vulnerability, in your voice. Your chest tightened in anticipation. You could feel the hope swelling under your sternum as you held your breath.

"Why would I joke about that?" Tony awkwardly placed a hand on your shoulder, making you wince. "What did you do this time?"

"He-" you sighed, "a kid fell down. I think he sprained his arm."

"So your healing strangers now?"

"Some of these people don't gave the money to go to a hospital. It's my way of using my powers for good. It's not like I have a metal suit with weapons to help save the day. I'm just a kid who heals people."

"A kid who heals people and needs a shower." You chuckled and nodded, letting Tony lead you to his car.

"What do you need help with? You never told me."

"The Avengers have been compromised. I need you to keep us from killing each other."

After getting a shower, a full night's rest, and a decent breakfast, you were back in the car, heading to recruit some other kid. You took in the scenery of Queens, never having traveled into a large city.

"Like the view, kid?"

"It's different than what I'm used to," you muttered, never looking at Tony. "Should I call you dad?"

"God, no. Please don't." You smiled. "This is it, kid." Tony got out of the car waltzing up to the apartment building and making his way to the correct room. He knocked, waiting as patiently as Anthony Edward Stark possibly could. A woman answered the door. "Hi, May Parker, I assume?"

"Yes, what's this about?"

"I'm here to speak with your nephew."

After nearly an hour of enduring Tony flirting with this woman, the door opened again.

"Hey, May. There's this crazy car parked outside." He pulled the earbuds out of his ears, and set a dvd player on the kitchen island.

"Mister Parker," Tony greeted.

"Mister Sta... I'm-I'm Peter. What are-what're you-what're you doing here?" He stammered.

"I'm here about the grant," Tony started. You rolled your eyes as far back into your skull as humanly possible. You zoned out most of what was going on between the other human beings around you. "Kid." Tony snapped in front of your face. "Yeah, hey, welcome back to reality. You coming with us?" You nodded, not actually knowing what was happening.

"Oh, retro tech. You a dumpster diver?"

"Tony, no one gives a shit, just get to the point." Tony's eyebrows raised and he gave you a disproving look.

"Watch your language." He turned to Peter. "(S)he's right though. This is you, right?" He pulled up a projection on his watch. "Look at you go. Two thousand pounds at forty miles an hour, that's impressive. You've got skill."

"You found that on YouTube, right? 'Cause you know none of that's real, they do it all on the computer."

"Ugh, seriously, I have places to be, stop lying, stop beating around the bush, and ask the meaningful questions."

"Young (lady/man), I will kick you out of this room." Without another word, you stood from the bed and walked back into the living room.

You sat on the couch, next to May. "How are you, May?"

"I'm alright, thank you. Why did Tony bring you with?"

"He adopted me, and he doesn't trust me alone yet." May made a face that clearly showed she didn't understand why you should be under supervision. "Sometimes I get scared, and I break things." You offered a forced smile. "It's reasonable. I get it." May just nodded and took a sip of coffee.

"If you don't mind my asking, why do you get scared?" May asked with genuine curiosity. It took you a moment to come to a conclusion yourself. It took a while longer for you to a range the words in the least-concearning way possible.

"I had a rough childhood." You left it vague, hoping she didn't press anything.

"Rough how?" So she was going to press for information.

"Um... I grew up in an... orphanage in Sokovia. There were quite a few children, and I lost my brother to illness. I came here not long ago, trying to start a new life."

"Well, if Tony Stark adopted you, then you should be set." She smiled kindly at you, but Peter and Tony walked back into the room.

"Alright, Kid, time to go."

"Wait," May jumped, "we never got your name."

"I'm (y/n)."

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A/N: Part two will be up soon! Let me know if you guys want me to make this a full story. I know it doesn't seem like it quite yet, but this will be a Peter Parker x reader.