Peter Stark and his Superfamily

1. Son of Tony Stark

Peter's POV

Sometimes I hate being the son of Tony Stark. The truth is he's a great avenger and an even better scientist but he's a lousy father. He's never home to eat dinner and half of the time I have to worry about him dying in some end of the world battle. I just want a real father who comes home from work every night, sits in his recliner and watches football. My dad would rather stay out flying around the city in his iron man suit. 

I guess being the son of Tony has its perks. I get all the new technology and any lab equipment I want. Having access to a lab full of radioactive materials as a teenager is probably a bad idea. I've started to mess with things I shouldn't have access to. 

Now here I am sticking to the ceiling of my bedroom probably dying of a toxin I put in my body. 

I crawl down my wall and I sit on the floor too afraid to move. Why spiders? Why did I have to be fascinated with the idea of spider webs? I thought I could create artificial spider webs that could be used for Stark's weapons. Yesterday I got bit by one of the spiders I was experimenting with. I decided it was best not to tell my dad otherwise he might ban me from using his things. 

'Tony wants you to know he is home and in the kitchen' Friday's voice makes me jump. I miss Jarvis but now I guess he's vision. 

How am I gonna tell my dad about this? Would it really be that bad if I kept it from him? Dad is so uninvolved in my life he probably wouldn't even notice. Maybe I could just tell one of the hundred other people living in this tower. Dad doesn't really like me spending too much time with the avengers. He always says the less they know about me the better. Anytime dad does something stupid like give a terrorist our address I am always kept out of it and moved to some safe house for like a month. 

Dad and I only live on the top floor so if there is ever an emergency I can take the hellicopter on the roof. Maybe this spider stuff is my chance to prove to my dad that I'm not weak and that I don't need bodyguards and constant surveillance. My Bodyguard, Ken follows me everywhere. It would be so nice to feel for once in my life that I can protect myself. 

I guess I will tell my dad. 

I get up from the floor and head towards the kitchen. Halfway down the hall, I notice something is off. My dad is laughing. His laughs sound genuine and full of happiness. He hasn't laughed like this since he was kidnapped and became Ironman. 

In the kitchen, I see my dad and Steve Rogers attempting to make popcorn in the microwave. They are both laughing and talking about something that happened today with Nat.

"Nat was just smiling at the guy and he was like 'do I know you?" Steve says while holding back laughter. "Then he turns to me and goes, 'Wow you're Captain America. Can I get an autograph?" They crack up at something that's really not that funny. 

It's so weird that Steve is up here, dad doesn't let anyone else but Ken on our floor.  

"Oh hey, Peter." Steve notices me and smiles. "I swear every time I see you, you grow an inch". Classic Steve.

"You're not taking any super soldier serum are you?" Dad remarks and he smiles at Steve, who blushes. Did Captain fricking America just blush in my kitchen? 

Dad looks so happy right now. I think I'll just wait a little bit to tell him. It's not like I'm gonna be going anywhere and I'm probably not dying. And if I die, then at least I don't have to do school on Monday. 

"What are you guys doing?" I raise an eyebrow, attempting to embarrass them. It doesn't work. 

Dad raises an eyebrow back and opens his mouth to make a snarky remark.