SpiderMan to the Past

Chapter One

*Tony Stark POV*

"Mr.Stark, you have a call coming from a women named Mary Parker," the monotone voice of my AI Jarvis said to me.

"Jarvis can't you see that I'm busy," I snapped. I was in my workshop at the avengers tower in New York City, and was working on developing a new and improved Iron Man suit. I had been working on it all day and did not have time for calls.

"Shall I take a message sir," asked Jarvis. "Yeah whatever," I dismissed while the iron man glove on my hand began to fly around, "oh crap," I yelled. The hand pulled me across the room and threw me into a workbench. I sat for a second in slight agony, and there was something poking me in the back. There was a "psshhh," sound as Jarvis doused me with the fire extinguisher. I sighed, this was going to be a long night.

*2 months later*

I stared at the small boy at my door, he had brown hair and was gangly for a little boy. He had rung the doorbell to my house just a few seconds earlier.

"Who the hell are you," I questioned. The boy stared at me with large eyes, and pulled a note from his side pocket and handed it to me in silence. I snatched the letter from his hand, "not gonna say anything huh." The boy shook his head. "Stop staring at me it's creeping me out," I said as I ripped open the letter. The boy walked in front of me and settled himself onto the couch as I stared incredulously, "just make yourself at home," I muttered.

I turned my attention to the letter and began to read;

"Mr. Tony Stark,
You're probably wondering what the hell a 5 year old boy is doing showing up at your door....well, he's your son. His name is Peter. You can take a blood test to prove it but I know for sure that he's yours. Listen Mr.Stark-Tony- I need to you take care of him. If you're reading this then that means that I am dead. About three months ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer and it was a downhill battle. I tried contacting you two months ago but you wouldn't pick up. Please, he's your son and he's my son so I need you to take care of him. Also, you might notice that he's a bit strange and not like other boys, but I'm sure you'll find out. Signed, Mary Parker."

I stared at the letter in shock, my mouth hanging open. It's not that it wasn't impossible, I have slept with a lot of women, but this still seemed unreal, almost fake.

"Jarvis," I called,"have I been contacted by a Mary Parker before."

"Yes sir, she left a message for you," replied Jarvis. Jarvis played the message to me, confirming what had been said in the letter. I shook my head in disbelief, "Jarvis make a call, the boy and I are going to get the DNA checked and seeing if this is true or not, I'll figure the rest out later, put him into foster care or something."

I looked over at the boy, still silently sitting on the couch, staring at me with his big brown eyes. They were kind of cute......

*a drive and a blood test later*

"Yep this confirms it, congratulations Mr.Stark you're a father," I stared at the doctor. "You're really sure?" I said hoping she would say something different. I only vaguely remembered sleeping with the women named Mary. "Yes Mr.Stark, without a doubt. We have also pulled up his files, with his mother dead there is no one else he has. Do have any plans or do you want social services to come pick him up?"

I looked wide eyed at the boy sitting in the chair next to me, the boy with the brown hair and big brown eyes. The boy that was my son. They boy that looked slightly underfed. And he looked back at me with somethings that looked like trust and love in his eyes, and I knew then that I just couldn't give him up. "He'll be coming home with me," I stated, and the boy smiled. And the boy, my son Peter, said his first word to me, "going home Daddy?"

My heart dropped then, and I fell in love with the kid, "yeah, we're going home."

*the next day*

It didn't take long to figure out what Mary Parker had been talking about when she called Peter 'different'. I woke up this morning and headed to the room in my home that I had given to Peter, and to my surprise I didn't find him in bed, but crawling on the roof!!!

I was in for a lot of trouble, I could tell with this kid!

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