Superfamily Story!!!!

Ok, Peter Deserves Some Love

The faces the Avengers made when Peter can home from school that day, looks of rage, concern and disgust were plastered on their faces. 'Peter what happened?', 'Kid, are you alright?' And 'who did this to you?' was heard by Peter, but he didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to snuggle on the couch and watch Star Wars.

'Not to be rude, but I just want my dads and Star Wars,' Peter said apologetically. Everyone left Peter with Steve and Tony. 'Ok Pete, which one?'

'The last Jedi?'

'The last Jedi it is.'

Bruce did a check on Peter and after given the clear and an ice pack. They set up the movie.

Steve didn't have a lot of time for movies, but when he did, he always loved looking at the special effects and telling the others how they were done when he was a movie star. Peter enjoyed that, to be honest, Peter just loved being in their company. As the movie ended, Natasha entered the room, a beautiful slick black dress on, matched with diamond earrings and red lipstick. 'I hope you didn't forget our date Peter.'

Peter looked up at her confused, then it struck him. 'BILLY ELLIOT!' He cried.

'Are you going on a date, young man? Already living up to your old man's rep.' Joked Tony.

Everyone in the room had a little chuckle before Natasha sent Peter off to get into some nicer clothes. He came back into the room with a blue shirt and suit trousers.

'Are you two staying for dinner?' Asked Steve from the kitchen.

'No,' replied Natasha, taking Peter's hand, and in a very proud manner said, 'we are going out for dinner tonight.'

'Buying your lady dinner, I like your style.' Joked Rhodey as he entered the room.

'Lets go Auntie Asha, I don't want to be late. Bye everyone,' and he gave them all a big wave.

'Bye' waved the Avengers before returning to their conversations.

'Enjoy Pete.' Shouted Steve as the door of the elevator closed.

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After an exquisite meal at McDonalds (Peter's choice), They entered the theatre. Peter kept looking at everything, from he high ceiling with the chandelier to the fancy Victorian style carpet. Peter was having a blast while Natasha was buying a program. 'What's that auntie Asha?'

'It's a program. It's like a story book and information on the musical. You can keep it as a memoir.' She handed the program over to him and Peter spotted the other thing she bought. 'What's that?'

'That? Oh that's popcorn.'

Peter and Natasha got comfortable in the best seats in the house, front row, centre on the balcony. Peter was trilled and kept squeezing Natasha's hand. But she didn't mind, she loved seeing her nephew so happy. He deserves it after the day he had. To say She knew the first day would be this hard would be wrong, but to say that she knew knew Peter would need a pick-me-up to help him so she choose the dates to correlate, now that would be true. And she was delighted she did.

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When the show was over, Peter was high off the adrenaline. 'And the dancers, And the stage and the set! Did you see?'

'Of course I saw Peter, I was there. Did you enjoy it?'

'I LOVED IT.' He yelled at the top of his lungs as they got into the car.

As Peter sat there he had a think. 'Hey, Aunt Asha?'

'Hum?'

'It's a bit like us, isn't it?'

'The musical?'

'Yes. You're Mrs. Wilkinson and I'm Billy.'

'And when no one believed in Billy what did he do?'

'Give up.'

Natasha had a chuckle while she shook her head, 'no, after that bit, after Mrs. Wilkinson has a talk with him.'

'He kept going.'

'And what happened in the end?'

'He got onstage.'

'So, Don't let any boy at that school tell you not to dance, no matter how hard they punch you.' Peter looked at his aunt Asha's face. He was very happy to call her his aunt. Nat noticed his state of pride and couldn't help cutting the tension. 'And also remember that aunt Asha can punch harder.'

The quick giggle they had was met a few minutes later by snoring from the passenger seat.

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The Avengers were all lying on the couch, Tony was showing Bruce and Steve Sherlock and the fanboy Clint had flopped onto the couch too as Natasha entered with a sleeping Peter in her arms.

After tucking him into bed. She came down and switched off the TV. 'What, Natasha, it was getting good!' Complained Bruce. 'We have won someone over sport.' cheered Tony as he Hi-fived Clint.

'We have a press problem. The stunt you too,' she eyed up Steve and Tony, 'pulled earlier is gonna cause some problems.'

'Oh, it already has.' Interrupted Bruce pulling out his phone. 'Have you checked the headlines? 'Starkson? Irondad? Watch Out Steve, Pepper and Tony's love child?"

'Well, what are you going to do about it?' Eyed Natasha, folding her arms.

'Well, I'll get Pepper to do a press conference, say the kid is hers, we'll come up with a story' and Tony began rambling on when Natasha said 'no.'

'What did you say?'

'I said no.'

'Why?' Asked Steve, who much preferred someone else deal with press, he didn't quite get it. 'That seems like a good idea.'

'Firstly you can't always get Pepper to cover for you. This is your PR mess, so you clean it up. Second, a woman having a child decreases the respect given to them in a workplace, and with being CEO she needs every ounce of respect from everyone.'

'Classic misogyny.' She explained to the confused Male faces in the room.

'Do you have a plan.' Queried Stark.

'Well you could do a press conference with him but give him a different name and a wig. Therefore the press have what they want and Peter gets his privacy, also if you want to go out with Peter and know you will get mobbed by press, now you can.'

So that's exactly what they did.

On the 25th of August, Patrick Stark-Rogers met the press complete with his thick locks of black hair and Raybans.

He went back to school the next day, and no one mentioned anything about a press conference. Another win for the Avengers.