*started when i was 14...first couple chapters suck. feel free to start from the end and work to the first chapter* *end chapters are when i was 16 💀*
Tony stark has a kid that the world doesn't know about, Peter Parker-or shall I say Peter Stark b...
Guyyyyys it's my 15th birthdayyyyy July 1stttt. (Okay I was writing this on July 1st, now its July 2d)
Also doesn't this sculpture thing look like Ron fucking Weasley
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Also I just wanted to say the beginning is really weird 😂😂😂
Peters POV Sooo today is an average day. Kinda. Actually, no...none of my days are normal, in fact they're kind of hectic, dangerous, embarrassing, boring-very boring. Although most people would think having the avengers as your family would be anything other than boring.
To explain my life in the simplest way possible..average, lucky, normal people would have an earth spinning on is axis, counter clockwise getting dark and light every 12 or so hours, but for me it's kind of like earth is rotating clockwise, bouncing up and down, flipping upside down, chatting with Neptune and traveling to freezing cold depths of space, y'know and it's like this everyday.
But eh, its no big deal, in fact it's kind of like eating cream cheese, plain right from the packaging. So..I bet you people reading my life story somewhere on earth would like to know what made my day so absurd that I had to think of how not normal it is? Well lemme tell you the story, just step into this portal..or y'know continue reading.
I woke up from a blissful dream about Ironman, pigs, ice cream, water fountains, to being shaken by my dad. I groaned and slowly rolled into my stomach, letting out a small whine as my neck twinged in a slightly painful way, as I must've slept on it wrong..don't know how that could've happened unless I was sleeping upside down on top of my head.
"Time to wake up Bambi," I heard dads soft voice say. I sighed and slowly opened my eyes to see my dad, Tiny Stank, as some of his fans like to say, sitting on the edge of my bed.
I let out a muffled contraption of words stringed together, "Dosmmpsjhfjla.."
Dad laughed, "Say that again?" I groaned and sat up. "Do I have to go to school today?" "Hmm...I think so.." Dad said. I groaned and sat back against my headboard. "Fineee."
Once dad had left my room I stood up and walked to my bathroom. The first thing I seen was my mirror, I looked at my mirror, and then screamed and ducked, I seen some crazy monster thing. I stood back up only to realize that, that 'crazy monster thing' was me. Great.
I combed my hair and gelled it to look just like my favorite actors hair, his name is Tom Holland. Once my hair was somewhat done, the gel not even succeeding in its job by keeping my hair tamed, I walked to my room and quickly got dressed in my dorky but amazing science pun tee shirts, and regular ole jeans.
I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of blueberry muffins smacked me in the face. Delicious if I do say so myself.
I greeted Steve, and Bucky who were the only ones in the kitchen. "Here Pete. Eat this," Uncle Bucky said tossing me five muffins at a time, which I had to be some kind of soccer player mixed with football to catch all of them.
