Peter's P.O.V:
My day started out pretty crappy if I'm being completely honest. I forgot my homework, MJ has been sick for a few days so naturally, Flash and his goonies decided to take advantage of that which ended in me getting black eye and a big ol cut on my lip- Which hurt like hell every time I drank water if I am being completely honest.
So to think that my day went from that to being adopted by THE Tony Stark is definitely something.
"Welcome to the living room also known as the avengers hangout!" Tony says after we finish going up an elevator for what felt like an hour.
My jaw drops when I see how big it is.
Let's just say, it's basically everything you expect a billionaires living room to look like and probably nicer.
The first thing I saw when I walked in was, most of the avengers hanging out in the living room watching what looked like The Breakfast Club.
"Who's the kid?" Steve Rogers looks up at me and takes his arm off of Natasha Romanoff's- Wait a minute THE BLACK WIDOWS shoulder!
Since when were they dating?
"Um hi, I-I'm Peter, Peter Parker," I say nervously with a friendly wave.
"So um, not to be rude or anything, but what is the kid doing here?" Bruce asks.
"Well, this is Peter, he is mine and Peps new son. We adopted him recently and he will be staying at the tower with us," Tony explains to the confused avengers.
"Cool," Bucky says, his eyes are still glued to the TV. He's probably the only one out of the avengers who still isn't looking at me and Tony in shock.
Which was a good thing.
I look down at the floor "Can please you show me to my room? I have a lot homework to do," I ask quietly.
"Yeah, sure kid. Right this way," Tony says, and leads me to my room.
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I was busy doing my History homework frowning when I heard a knock at the door, "Come in," I turn around to see Pepper at the door.
"Hey, you settling in alright?" Pepper asks while walking to my desk.
"Y-yeah, I'm just doing my homework," I respond with a nod.
Did that sound weird? I feel like my voice was too high or low- since when has my voice ever been low. I thought to myself.
I really hated my brain sometimes.
"Do you need any help?" Pepper asks.
"No thanks, I know most of this stuff already,"
"Do you need some ice for your eye? It looks pretty swollen,"
"Yes please," I say, Pepper left and I went back to doing my homework. I had a lot but hey, it's high school. What else do you expect?
A few minutes later, Pepper comes back with an ice pack, she hands it to me and I place it on my eye, causing it to sting a little.
