Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

moving

                          July 8th, 2018

            Hey. These past few days have been.. rough. My parents keep fighting ALL THE TIME. But, today I'm moving out with my dad. I don't know where yet, though. All my dad told me was that it's in Manhattan. I kinda don't wanna leave Malibu, though. It's always warm here. Also I'm kinda confused. I don't know if I should call dad "Dad" or "Mr. Stark". I accidentally called him dad once and I don't think he cared but I'm still not sure. Whatever. Oh, and Ned got a new phone! And then he changed the background to a picture of my dad. I'm kinda pissed that I'm not Ned's favorite superhero. But Ironman is cool! Oh and last night I stayed up until 3 A.M. watching Harry Potter until my dad came in and told me to-

"Pete," Tony abruptly entered Peter's room, finding him curled up in his bed, writing in a book with yellowed, crumpled papers. "Stop writing in that... diary, and get dressed. We're leaving."

"It's not a diary," Peter mumbled, reluctantly getting out of bed. Tony left him to get dressed, and he put on a gray shirt with blue jeans and sneakers. He grabbed his suitcase from under his bed, setting it aside. The boy checked to see if he was forgetting anything, and met Tony in the living room.

"Oh, you're ready. That's shocking." Tony joked, to which Peter didn't respond. He simply waited by the door. 

Tensions in the house had been high recently. Peter, despite Tony's wishes, had been sneaking out whenever Tony and Pepper argued. He hated staying in the house whenever they fought. Peter hadn't spoken a lot, either, considering he hardly ever had someone to talk to. But, since Peter usually talks a LOT, Tony was concerned. 

"You feeling alright?" Tony asked, walking towards the door. Peter tiredly nodded, running a finger through his messy hair. Tony sighed, and the two said goodbye to Pepper, and left. 

They got into one of Tony's private planes, and began to fly to Manhattan. Peter fell asleep after eating a bunch of chips.

"Underoos, wake up," Tony grabbed Peter's shoulder, shaking it. Peter groaned, waking up hesitantly and rubbing his eyes. His gaze went to the windows, as he observed that they had arrived. Finally, his dull expression lightened up. He grinned, getting up from his seat. "Come on, Mr. Stark!" The teen exclaimed, grabbing his luggage and running outside. Tony chuckled, following behind.

Peter jumped up and down excitedly, anxious to see where he would be residing. 

After a while of walking, they finally arrived.

"Here it is." Tony announced, watching Peter's eyes widen.

"Oh my God- it- the Avengers Headquarters!"

"Hey everyone," Tony said as he entered. Everyone's heads perked up to greet Tony, but only few recognized the teen who stood by him.

"Tony!" A voice called out; Natasha Romanova. "Who's this?"

"Oh, everyone, this is Peter Parker." He said.

"Um-" Peter stammered, his face red. "S-Spiderman."

The teen was clearly anxious, considering a bunch of his idols were right in front of him. Tony introduced the boy to Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Scott, Rhodey, Bucky, Loki who was just visiting, and others whom he had already met. However, one person stood out.

"Hello, I'm Thor, son of Odin." The taller man held out his hand for Peter to shake, but the boy stood still.

"You're- oh my God- T-Thor! I- um-" He stuttered, panicking. Ever since he learned about Thor, he had a slight celebrity crush on him. It was his greatest dream to meet him. "You- you're incredible!"

"Eh, he's not that great." Chimed in Loki with a smirk. Thor shoved his brother jokingly, lowering his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Peter."

A while later, after everyone properly introduced themselves, Peter asked a random question.

"Um, Mr. Thor, c-can I try to pick up your hammer?"

Thor laughed whole-heartedly. "Of course, although you probably wont be able to. It's nothing personal, but only those who are worthy can lift it."

Peter excitedly nodded, getting up. He took a deep breath, wrapping his hands around the hammer.

Then, something incredibly unexpected happened.

Peter lifted the hammer.

Of course, he didn't know he'd be able to. In doing so, he used too much force. The hammer knocked him backwards and he passed out on the floor.

The room went silent.

"Thor what the f-"

"Language, Tony."

"Steve I will slap you half-way across the world."

"Chill, Tony-"

"BRUCE MY SON JUST GOT KNOCKED OUT BECAUSE THIS IDIOT-"

"Don't call my brother an idiot."

"LOKI WHERE DID YOU GET THAT KNIFE"

"The kitchen."

"I'M OKAY!"

Peter suddenly awoke, feeling nauseous. His world spun around him as he pushed the hammer away from him. "Mr. Thor- I.. I thought only worthy people could lift the hammer."

"Kid, you're an actual idiot-"

"Don't call my son an idiot, Loki."

Thor sighed. "Well, I guess you're worthy. Well, almost worthy. You weren't able to hold the hammer completely, so hah."

Peter pouted, curling up on the floor.

"Peter, I think you're drunk or something." Tony groaned, picking Peter up and putting him on the couch.

Everyone stayed in the same position until 2 A.M., watching Disney movies.

After Frozen, Peter nearly fell asleep on Tony's shoulder. "C'mon, Pete, let's get you to bed."

Peter nodded, allowing Tony to carry him to his new room. He tucked him in his bed and kneeled down to get to his level.

"Today was great, Mr. Stark." Peter mumbled, exhausted. Tony could easily tell he was delirious. The teen yawned, continuing. "I met... Thor... and Loki... and Nat... and Scott... and Thor... and Clint.. and Rhodey.. and Bucky... and Wanda.. and Thor... and, and did you know Bucky has a metal arm? That's cool. I want a metal arm. Please?"

Tony chuckled at the teens slurred speech. "Kid, I'm not getting you a metal arm."

Peter frowned, but his half-way closed eyes lightened up again. "Did you see Thor's muscles? Thor was so cool... and then I lifted his hammer... and his eyes are pretty.."

"Peter- that's enough about Thor," The man couldn't hold back his grin. "Come on, get some sleep Underoos."

"Okay dad, goodnight." Peter responded quietly, wrapping the blanket up to his neck. In just a matter of minutes, he was snoring softly. 

"Goodnight, son."

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well isnt this pure???

sorry this chapter was so weiRd but the next one will be beautiful, i promise you <333

okay im really excited to write the next chapter so bYE