Spider-family

Baby Spider 3

(Recap: Peter's aunt died in a car crash and Tony took him home. Peter then over heard Tony and Pepper talking about adopting him)
(A/N I'm going to try and make this more fluff because up till now it's pretty much just been angst)

Peter POV

9:16

After the conversations I with my friends, I felt alot better. Just enough to bring a smile to my face.

Knock knock knock

"Come in." I called looking to see who would come through the door. The door opened slowly revealing a beaming Tony and Pepper.

"Hey kid!" Tony came up to me and ruffled my hair. Pepper followed him hesitantly.

"You know how your gonna need a place to live now?" Tony asked "Well we didn't want you to go into foster cuz we might not be able to see you anymore. So we were wondering if you maybe wanted us to...to..."

"To what?" I asked confused.

"Oh just say it already!" Pepper scolded Tony.

He took a deep breath.
"Would you like us to adopt you?"

I sat motionless with my mouth hanging open. I had heard them discussing it but I hadn't thought about what it would actually mean. I would be a stark. I would be Tony Stark's son.

I nodded slowly then quicker.
"Yes!!! Of course I would!!! That would be amazing!!!" I exclaimed before hugging them both very tightly thanks to my super strength.

"Okay" Tony wheezed pulling me away from him so that he could catch a breath "Well we have the adoption forms ready in the dining room."

"Last one there is a Rotten egg!" I shouted to them already half way to the lift doors.

"Oh no you don't!" They chorused giggling.

We chased each other all the way to the lift when I got in first and the doors shut leaving Tony and Pepper stuck on the outside.

"To the stairs!" I heard Tony bellow before the lift dingged.
"Heading down."

Once the doors opened I sprinted towards the table. By my side was Tony, behind me Pepper was rubbing her feet which were red from running in heels. Tony and I reached the table at the same time.

"Ok..." Pepper breathed as she arrived
"Just.... Sign.. here."

I picked up the pen from beside the paper and wrote my name where she was pointing.

"Right. Now we just need to go and hand it in."

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Third person POV

It was lunchtime when they returned home singing and giggling in the car. It had been Thor's turn to cook but all he knew how to make were grilled cheese sandwiches. Then again his were the best because he zapped them all with a bit of lightning to grill them. However this meant that you might occasionally get a bit of leftover static making your sandwiches crackle as you ate them.

Peter had almost finished his lunch when there was a loud alarm making the whole team except from Natasha and vision.
"FRIDAY, what is going on?"

"A autonomous robot is attacking civilians with some sort of injection which is transforming them."

"What are they transforming into?"

"Infants."

(A/N can you see where I'm going with this 😈. I'm going to end this one here, okie dokie.)