Peter Stark Son of Tony Stark|Oneshots

Mama Spider

Peter is 12 and not Spider-Man yet. He doesn't have any powers but Natasha still calls him baby spider. Also, Peter speaks Russian because of Natasha and Bucky. ON WITH THE STORY!

Peter got into the backseat of the car with Happy driving in the front. Happy didn't usually interact with the young Stark but by this point, Peter would have already begun talking his ears off. Peter had barely said hello when he got into the car. Something was wrong. 

"Hey Peter."
"Hmm." Peter responded.
"What's the matter?" Happy asked.

Happy saw Peter's head perk up from the mirror.

"Nothing."
"Kid, I know you. We're half way home and you haven't said a word. You're always talking my ear off."

Peter face turned a bright red color as Happy spoke.

"Something is wrong kid. It's best to get it out with me than with the team."

"I told you Hap. I'm fine, just.... tired is all."

Happy huffed, "fine kid. Eventually, someone's gonna notice and you'll be in some deep trouble."

Time Skip named Brent

Peter walked into the tower where the Avengers were having a mini meeting in the dining room.

"Hey Pete!" Clint called first.
"Peter? What's wrong?" Tony saw the sad look that he son had.
"Nothing. I'm fine dad." Peter muttered as he walked into his room and locked the door.

The Avengers a have each other looks before agreeing to go to Peter's room and find out what's wrong. Tony knocked in the door.

"Petey. It's dad. Can I come in?"
"I'm doing homework."

Steve spoke next, "come on Pete. Open the door please?"
"I said I'm busy."

Each Avenger tried to get him to open the door by no one was able to have him open the door. Tony thought about having FRIDAY override the locking mechanism but he decided that Peter needed to open the door himself or they'd get no where.

Finally, Natasha whistled instead of knocked on the door. They heard a faint whistle come from the other side of the door. They heard a soft click before they saw the small boy standing in the small crack of the door.

"Only Aunt Tasha." He whispered.

Tony felt his heart break a little bit he pushed Natasha closer to the door so that she could go inside and talk to her nephew.

"ребенок паук?(baby spider?)" Natasha spoke.
"Hi." He mumbled as he was now curled up in his bed.

"What's wrong?" Natasha sat down on the corner of his bed and rubbed his back. "You can tell me."

Peter sat up and he moved over so that he could put his head in his aunt's shoulder. "It's this guy. His name is Flash. Он говорит, что для меня много значит.(he says mean stuff to me a lot). It's nothing though. I'm just being a wimp again."

"Again? Who called you a wimp?" Natasha ran her fingers through his brown curls. "Flash? Was it him?"

Peter nodded as he kept his gaze on the floor.

"Has he done anything else to you? Other then the words?"

"Высмеивает меня Иногда он бьет меня или запирает меня в моем шкафчике. Может быть, он украдет мне еду или нальет(Makes fun of me. Sometimes he hits me or locks me in my locker. Maybe he'll steal me food or pour it on me)" Tears glistened in Peter's eyes as he told his aunt what his bully was doing to him in school.

"How long? How long has he been bullying you?"

Peter shrugged.

"паук(spider), you can tell me."

With a large huff of breath, Peter spoke up again, "about two years."

Natasha stood up and began to pace around the room while cursing in Russian under her breath.

"I can take care of him. Besides, if he didn't pick on me then he would pick on someone else. Better me than anyone else."

"паук, you don't have to play the hero every time. It's ok to stand up for yourself."

"It's fine мама паук(mama spider), I promise. I'm not trying to play hero. It's just that if he knows I'll stand up for myself, he might go on a person who isn't as tough as I am. I can't let someone else get hurt because of me." Peter began to cry now. His breathing became quick and short but he continued to talk, "I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me. I promise."

Natasha gave Peter a kiss on top of his curly brown locks and pulled him closer into a hug.

"You gonna fell your dad?" She whispered.

He shook his head no and took a deep breath.

"Am I allowed to tell your dad?"

Once more, he shook his head and put up his pinkie.

"Don't tell dad."

Natasha response was interlocking her pinkie with his. After noticing how tired the boy looked, she gently adjusted herself so that she was lying down with his head on his shoulder. He fell asleep quite fast and once she knew that lovely wouldn't wake him, she carefully got up and tucked Peter in before she left the room.

The avengers were no longer at the door, instead that were sitting on the floor down the hall. Once Tony saw Natasha he stood up urgently.

"Is he ok? What happened?"

"He's going to be fine Tony. He's currently sleeping."

"But what happened? Why was he upset?"

Natasha smiles softly and shook her head, "I swore I wouldn't tell. He made me pinkie promise. Just know that one day he'll tell you. Trust me though, he's going to be fine."

She patted his back and walked into the living room. Tony was looked at his son's door and sighed.

"This boy is going to give me grays." He whispered.

-Blue