What Tangled Webs We Weave

Chapter Two

Everyone turned to face Peter as he walked in.  "Heyyy," Peter said slowly.  A red-headed blur started running at him.

"Peter!"  The blur squealed.  That blur was Sasha.  Sasha Banner-Romanoff.  Bruce and Natasha's child.

She was four years old, having been adopted at the age of two.  She did look like she could be Bruce and Natasha's child, with her red hair and brown eyes.

She had become an orphan when her parents had gone to Sokovia and hadn't come back. Bruce and Natasha had adopted her about five months after Sokovia.

"Hey Sash!" Peter said with a grin. "You missed me?" He picked her up for a hug and did his best to ignore the small pain that came with it.

Sasha nodded. "Now we can watch Finding Nemo!" She jumped out of his arms and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the Tv room.

"Hey, easy," Peter said with a laugh. "I need to change first. I don't want to watch Finding Nemo in my suit!" He separated himself from Sasha and headed into his room.

He closed the door and pulled off his suit. He went to closet and pulled out a Midtown Tech sweatshirt. He looked down at his scarred body.

Faint scars from being shot, stabbed, burned - he hated having his shirt off in front of people. Once in PE, he had to change into his PE clothes in a locker room full of other students. Everyone had started asking him about the scars and whispering about it. He had immediately asked the teacher to let him change somewhere else. Somewhere more private.

He shook his head and threw the sweatshirt on. He pulled on some jeans and hurried back out to the Tv room.

Tony and Steve were sat on one couch, smiling over at Peter. Bruce, Natasha and Sasha were sat together on another, Sasha practically jumping from excitement for Finding Nemo.

Clint was sat on the floor in front of the Banner-Romanoffs, remote in hand. Thor was not there. Hadn't been for two years. Peter still had absolutely no clue where he was.

As for Vision and Wanda? They were off somewhere, probably making goo goo eyes at each other. Ew.

Peter went over to his dads, sitting between them.

"Hey Pete," Tony said, hugging Peter gently. He saw Peter's bandaged hand and looked at him quizzically. "Woah, what happened?"

Peter quickly tried to hide his hand. "Uh, nothing."

"Barton."  Tony turned to Clint.

"I'm on it," Clint said, turning on the news, causing Sasha to whine about watching Finding Nemo.  On the news, there was a picture of - surprise surprise - Spider-Man.

"Our friendly Avenger Spider-Man has helped the police to apprehend a criminal who is known to be a threat," The newscaster stated. Tony looked at Peter, causing Peter to look down and sigh.

"Spider-Man has told us that he was held captive by this man," She continued as a picture of the man came on screen. "He has recently been identified as-"

"Let's just start the movie, yeah?" Peter quickly said, looking at Clint. "Please?"

Clint changed it back to Nemo.  "Fine, jeez," he said, starting the movie.

Peter let out a small sigh and relaxed a little.  He tried to focus on the movie, which is hard when your dads won't take their eyes off of you.  He didn't have to worry about it for too long though, because Sasha started scolding them about not paying attention.

Man, right from the beginning, that movie is a tearfest.

Peter stood up a while into the movie, Sasha, Clint and Tony already tearing up.