Peter Parker Meets the Frickin Avengers

That Escalated Quickly...

Third Person POV

Peter and Alex walked into the main room, hand in hand.

The other children quickly stopped what they were doing and stared at the bruise forming on Peter's cheek and the cuts on his face and arms.

One of the older kids walked over to the two and picked up Alex. He paused to look at Peter's face and arms. "Was it Bruno?" He whispered, hand hovering over his cheek. Peter winced at the mention of the owner.

"I guess that's a yes." A 17 year old boy walked over and pulled Peter aside. His name was Bobby, and Peter thought he was really cool, and Bobby seemed to like him too.

"It's nothing dude," Peter smiled, "promise."

Bobby clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows, "Really Petey? This is the third time this week!"

"It's fine Bobby! I've been here for at least 3 months already! And it happens weekly so I'm used to it."

"Peter...!" He said sharply.

"Okay, Okay! Keep it down! The other kids will hear you!" Peter whisper-yelled with his hands raised defensively.

Bobby sighed, "At least let me see what he did to you this week." Peter nodded in agreement and they walked to one of the incredibly small rooms.

Bobby closed the door and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well?"

Peter groaned and took off his shirt. steamyyyyyyyy :)~~~
His chest was littered with new bruises and small cuts, which used to be larger.

"Jesus Peter..." He rubbed his temples. "Let's tape you up." Bobby opened the closet and grabbed a small medical kit. He went over to the bed and plopped down. "C'mere. You must be his favorite or something..." He muttered.

Peter walked over to the bed and hesitantly sat down. Bobby started to dab peroxide on Peter's injuries with a cotton ball. He looked up to the younger boy to see if it hurt.

Peter was kind of used to getting hurt by now but it still stung. He made sure that Bobby knew it so he didn't get suspicious.

Was he suspicious though? Peter got hurt pretty much every week, and he always bounced back. Does anybody notice? The quick healing certainly doesn't help his case. Freakin quick metabolism...

"Petey? I'm done with your chest, you can put your shirt back on." Bobby looked at him. Peter blushed.

"Sorry." He said nervously as he lifted his shirt over his head and put it on. Bobby was still staring.

"Oh Petey..." Bobby said as he lifted his hand toward Peter's bruise which was slowly healing. Curse you Spidey abilities!!!

Peter willed the mark to stop the process and Bobby gently cupped the side of Peter's face. Peter tried scooting back but the older boy put his other hand on his shoulder. His face felt as if it was on fire.

Bobby began stroking the bruised piece of flesh and inched his lips closer to Peter's, while said boys closed their eyes.

Their lips were a mere grain of rice away...... when Alex burst in.  The two jumped apart.

"Someone's here!!!" He shouted excitedly, jumping up and down, taking no notice as to what was about to go down between the boys. He then skipped away to the others.

Peter's heart was beating as quick as a rabbits. He looked over to Bobby, whose eyes were still sort of wide. "Ahem... we uh... better get out there...haha..." Bobby said awkwardly, giving him a nervous smile. Peter nodded, still bright red.

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Stark Tower 5 hours earlier (still third person)

"Jarvis? I need you to put a search on all orphan boys over the age of 12 that are ready to adopt in the New York area!" Tony called from his desk, "Oh! But get Stevie in here first!"

"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied obediently. A few moments passed and the door behind Tony opened, revealing a tired Steve.

"What on God's beautiful earth could possibly be more important than my beauty sleep?!" He asked tiredly.

"A lot of things, sunshine. Now come listen to Jarvis."

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down next to his husband, "What am I supposed to be listening to exactly?"

"Jar, go ahead, but not in order, I want variety." Tony looked to the ceiling and Steve just looked confused.

"Adam Huskins, 13
Jordan Tillman, 16
Anthony Queen, 14
Jacob Salazar, 13
Wendall Hope, 17
Peter Parker, 15
Toby Mack, 14
John Curt, 16
Garret King, 13...."

The seemingly endless list continues.... -.-

After all of the names were read 15 minutes later, Tony grinned at the look on Steve's face, it was priceless.

After a couple minutes of sitting in silence, Steve walked over and kissed his husband passionately. "I think I just fell more in love with you." He said breathlessly.

Tony smirked. "I know." He said confidently. "Jar! What are the nearest orphanages?"

"That would be Little Angels Orphanage, sir. The second nearest is Round Circle Orphanage. The third nearest is High Hopes Orphanage."

Tony turned to Steve, still grinning wildly. "I guess we're going to be busy, huh?"

"Busy with what?" Clint jumped down from the vents like it was nothing.

"Jesus fucking ChRIST CLINT! CAN WE NOT GET PRIVACY?!" Tony yelled, standing up.

"Language! But Tony's right! Why were you even in the vents?" Steve said curiously.

"You find out things there. And most of the time, nobody knows you're in there! Well, except Natasha, she knows everything..." He shuddered.

"Anyways! Just leave!!!!" Tony pointed to the door. Clint shrugged and left the room.

"Wanna go to the orphanages then?" Tony asked after making sure Clint wasn't listening. Steve nodded and they put their coats on and went to the garage. Tony walked up to his least expensive looking car. "We need to blend in, right?"

Tony struck a pose, "Now on to adopt my future son!!!!" Steve only chuckled and got into the car, followed by Tony. The two drove off.

Unbeknownst go the couple, Clint had been eavesdropping on their garage conversation. "Interesting... a son, huh...?" He smiled evilly.

Welp, here's another one :) hope ya like it! idk why you would but here it is. Again, please criticize me!!! And I take requests to the plot!!!

andddddddddd i suckkkkkkkkk..... can't forget that!!!

btw.... all the avengers live in Stark Tower so... YEAH GOODNIGHT 💤