Spider-Man//Avengers//Marvel One shots

Peter the office worker

-IronDad & Spiderson (again)
-Domestic Avengers

"Hey Mr. Stark, I was wondering-" Peter pushed the door open with his back, his earphones still plugged into his ears,

"Oh, hi." He froze at the sight of the Avengers lounging about along a few sofas and in the kitchen,

"Hello." A red-haired woman greeted him defensively as he pulled out his headphones, letting them hang over the ended of his shirt,

"Umm... I just need to get some... uh- papers, yeah, papers!" He stuttered, going to grab a random stack from the other side of the room,

"I've never seen you around before, how do you know Tony?" One that I knew as Captain America, or Steve Rogers, asked,

"I'm his intern?" My statement sounded like a question, but I was too preoccupied with not accidentally stealing Mr. Stark's blueprints, so just unimportant documents were in my pile,

"Was that a question or an answer?" Another joked, but Peter did not respond, all the light in the fully open room with floor-to-ceiling Windows was starting to get to him.

Mr. Stark usually dimmed them so he didn't get a sensory overload, but he doubted the Avengers would let him,

"Junior, Karen is sensing your elevated heart rate, shall I dim the light?" Damn JARVIS.

"S-Sure." If they weren't already, now all eyes were on Peter,

"Your name is Junior?" Steve asked,

"No. I'm Peter, Peter Parker." He introduced himself at last.

"Kid? Was that you I heard coming in?" Tony's voice echoed from the closest hallway,

"Yes Mr. Stark!" Peter called back awkwardly, his paper sorting momentarily paused, his heart beating holes in his chest,

"What's this? The four hundredth time I have to tell you Mr. Stark makes me feel old! I'm sure you're doing it to annoy me." He grumbled, stomping into the kitchen and beelining for the coffee maker, his path meaning he did not see the Avengers lounging in the open living room,

"Anyways, I wanted you to come down and help me in the lab, cool? Thought we could put Star Wars on in the background or somethin' you know?" Peter gulped,

"Sure, but-" He replied with a bit more snap than he had originally intended,

"No need to sass me kiddo, I have enough for both of us. Remember to call your annoyingly attractive aunt and tell her Happy'll drop you back after school on Monday-" He suddenly span on his heels to face Peter, stunned at what he saw,

"Oh."

"Oh?" Peter echoed,

"Yeah, Oh." Tony grew a smirk, walking around the island to reach his so called intern, slinging his arm around his shoulders haphazardly,

"Hey guys, didn't know you were here, this is Peter-"

"You called his Mom attractive." Clint blurted,

"Is he your son?" Steve added suspiciously,

"He called my aunt attractive actually, and I prefer not to think about it." Peter stuck his tongue out in exaggerated disgust, making Tony laugh, reeling backwards slightly at the force of his outburst,

"So he's not your son?" Natasha clarified,

"Well, biologically, no, but who cares, he's mine and that's that."