EDITED
Prepare for Tony's potty mouth that even Cap himself can't sensor. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're telling my that my kid ran away because you told him that his aunt was dead?!?!" Stark ran his fingers through his hair. "You guys are really lucky that I put a tracker in his suit, if we weren't able to find him, I don't know what would happen to you guys." The billionaire walked past both of them to one of his computer, trying to completely ignore Steve and Clint.
"It looks like he's still in New York so that's a relief- wait. He's coming back?" Tony rested his hands on the table top that his computer sat on. "If he's running away, why in the world would he come back here?"
Clint was about to say something, but was interrupted from doing that by a rumbling and shaking in the building. All three looked at each other nervously, unsure of what was occurring.
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"I shouldn't have left! I shouldn't have left! I shouldn't have left!" Peter kept rambling the same phrase to himself as he swung across New York, back to the compound.
Only moments ago, Parker's Spidey Senses were tingling. Something bad was happening in Upstate New York, and Peter had left, not being able to help. "Hey Karen, can you tell me what's going on?"
"It seems that some sort of blast went off at the Avengers Compound. You've been spending a lot of time there, haven't you Peter?"
Peter was in trouble. Well, it wasn't necessarily he who was in trouble. It was the Avengers who were in danger. But the kid knew if someone had gotten hurt, he'd practically be digging himself an early grave.
After roughly landing on the ground, Spider-Man rushed into the compound. There wasn't anything that showed of danger, but as soon as Peter entered, his senses went on haywire. The ground beneath him began to rumble and only seconds later, giving him no time to react, the floor collapsed, leaving Peter on the bottom floor.
"Ow!" Peter pulled himself up, rubbing his head. "What ha-" he cut himself off when he heard footsteps running away, thanks to the help of Karen. Parker started running in that same directing, working on catching up, "Hey! Hey! You gotta stop!"
As soon as Peter was able to see the silhouette of the person, he once again started to loose them. He wasn't going to be able to keep this up. But to the kid's surprise, the person halted in their steps.
When Peter caught up with the person, they whipped them self around to be face to face with Spider-Man. They were a 16 to 17 year old girl with cringey, clearly fake, blonde hair that bounced in curls near her waist.
"Wait- who're you? Are you the reason my Spidey-Senses were going insane?" Peter didn't know why he was asking this girl that. She probably had no idea what Spidey-Senses are.
The only reply the kid received from her was a strict glare. When Peter was about to speak again, the girl went instead, "You're Spider-Man. My father said he killed you."
"Wha-ohhhhhhh! Is you're dad the creepy old guy who dropped a building on me?" For what ever reason, Peter chose to laugh at that. "Yeah, I remember that, didn't kill me obviously. I'm Spider-Man! Happens all the time, you'll get used to it!"
The teen that was just a bit older than the kid, gave him an annoyed look, "Are you some kind of a joke? You cannot be a real superhero. What are you, 12?"
"N-No!!!!" Parker threw his arms up in annoyance.
"Aww," she laughed. "Still going through puberty?"
Peter stood there, mouthed gaped open under his mask, having no clue on how to reply to this girl's sass or whatever it was. He was fifteen! Not twelve, he was far past puberty, but there was no way the kid was going to tell her that.
"You know what, I have things to do, no time in my schedule to babysit little toddlers like you," she spun around on her toes and started walking in the opposite direction.
Peter aimed a web at her ankle, when it attached, he pulled, knocking her to the ground, "Sorry! I just can't let you hurt my friends!"
"Erg," She grunted as Parker started webbing her ankles and wrists together. "Disappointing I was taken down by a kid."
Peter's proud smile quickly vanished as it turned to an annoyed look, "Okay, first of all, I am not a kid I'm a- a grown up-I mean adult... and second, I'm the one who has you tied up, so you probably shouldn't criticize me."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but was cut off guard as Spider-Man started dragging her down the hallway by the web around her ankles. "H-Hey! Stop doing that!" She struggled against his miraculously strong webbing.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure the Avengers'll want to talk to you," Peter turned the corner going in the direction in the lab that Iron Man spent so much time in, on accidentally running the girl into the wall in the process. "Sorry about that!"
"No you're not," she frowned up at him.
They spent about a minute walking down the hall before they made it to their destination, the kid had gotten annoyed with the girl so he could but web her mouth up, "Hey Mr. Stark? You in here?" Peter walked down a step that lead into the laboratory, making the girl behind him hit her head.
"Oh my god kid," the billionaire walked up to Parker with a look of relief on his face. He then looked down at what Spider-Man pulled in with him. "Um kid," Tony rubbed his face in a sort of stress reliever way. "Why- no, who is she?"
"Huh? Oh right! I think she was trying to blow up the building," Peter scratched his head. "There's a new way to get to the lab by the way..."
"Jesus, so that's what that was?" Stark ran his fingers through his hair. "Alright, bring her to the other room, Steve and Clint told me about what happened, they're in there too."
"O-Okay, Mr. Stark!" Once again, Peter would have to confront Captain America and Hawkeye, but hopefully this time it would have a better turn out.
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FanfictionI made this in 8th grade. Why does everyone still read this? Domestic Irondad with a hulk-sized handful of hurt/comfort. ---------------------- -DISCLAIMER- ALL RIGHTS TO CHARACTERS AND SETTING GO TO MARVEL. THE ONLY THING THAT I AM CREDITED FOR IS...
