Peter Parker One Shots

Avengers Find Out Spider Man's Identity

I use some Spanish in this because I like the idea that Peter and Tony talk to each other in Spanish when they want to.

Peter was experiencing a slight amount of pain.

"Karen, call Papa." He whispered, clutching his leg in pain.

"Calling Tony." He cradled his body close to himself, trying to stop the blood.

"Bebé Araña?It's almost your curfew where are you?"

Peter has a secret. He isn't Peter Parker. His mother and father are Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Pepper's sister is May Parker, who agreed to take Peter in for his protection from the press, but he had known all his life and was never turned down when he asked to see his parents. After the family lost May, Tony spun it to be he took Peter in as an intern.

Peter has three identities. 丂卩|ᗪ乇尺-爪卂几, the friendly hero that stops crimes around Queens. 卩乇ㄒ乇尺 卩卂尺Ҝ乇尺, the nerd kid that lost all his living relatives. 卩乇ㄒ乇尺 丂ㄒ卂尺Ҝ, who he really was.

"Uh, Papa?" He whispered. "It hurts. It really hurts."

His father cursed. "Okay, what hurts? Bebé Araña?"

Peter let out a small sob. "My leg. My leg hurts. Papa, por favor, ayúdame."

"Está bien, Adular. Estoy aquí para ti. Voy en camino." Tony called out to Friday for his location and Peter cried.

"I love you kid. Don't die on me." The call went dead. Without the sound of his fathers comforting voice, Peter screamed in pain.

He crawled into the fetus position and started to sing. He sang a slow and quiet lullaby his father used to sing him.

He pressed his watch, a gift from his father for stealth. The suit folded away from him, into the watch. He rocked back and forth and sang himself a lullaby to numb the pain.

"Friday didn't give you an exact location?" That was Bruce. Peter wanted to call out but he couldn't find the strength.

"Maybe we should just go home Tony. Find him with some sunlight." That was Rogers. Peter grinder his teeth. He put his suit back on silently, because if they found him, his identity would be out the window.

"The hell is wrong with you Rogers! He got shot in the leg! If we don't find him, he'll be dead by sunlight!" That was his father.

"Papa," Peter whispered tiredly.

"Tony I was just saying maybe we should rest..."

"¡MI HIJO PODRÍA ESTAR MUERTO ROGERS Y QUIERES QUE ME DESCANSE? NO. ¡SI QUIERES IR, LUEGO, VOY A QUEDARME AQUÍ Y ENCONTRARLO!"

"Tony!" Peter has the strength to yell. He knew if he'd called him Papa like he wanted to, Rogers would know. That was the last thing he wanted. The only people that knew were his parents, Karen, Friday, Uncle Rhodey, Uncle Happy, and Peter's Meme Squad. (Ned, Mj, Shuri, Wanda, Gia, and Loki) ᔕOᖇᖇY ᑎO ᕼᗩᖇᒪᗴY Iᑎ TᕼIᔕ Oᑎᗴ But that was enough for everyone to look.

"KID!" Tony ran to him in full armor. "Kid! Okay, okay. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright."

Peter was levitated, which meant Wanda was there. "Scarlet?" THATS as what he always called Wanda when he was being Spidey.

"Hey Паук. How you feeling?"

"I'm really tired Scarlet." Peter could barely hold his eyes open enough to see the red magic encircling him.

"No, Паук. You can't sleep. You're sick. It'll just hurt you more." Peter heard the worry in her voice. Wanda was like an older sister to Peter and to see him hurt was horrifying for her.

"Please Scarlet. Please." He begged her. "I'm so tired. It hurts me to be awake. Please."

"Паук please listen to me," But even as she said that, his vision went black and he lost consciousness.

ɹǝʇɐl sɹnoɥ oʍʇ

"𝚘𝚑𝚖𝚢𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛"

ɹǝʇɐl sɹnoɥ oʍʇ

Peter reached full consciousness, and his first thought was his identity. His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright. He knew the mask was gone. But when he looked around the room, he saw only people that knew about him.

He sighed. "I'm not dead?"

Tony chuckled "Not yet. You're mother is gonna kill you kid."

Peter laughed. "Uh, did anyone find out?"

Tony smiled softly at him and pulled him towards his chest.

"Yes. The team found out. But they were freaking out so much I sent them away. But I sent them a message saying if they told anyone I'd sick Pepper on them."

Peter whined. "No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to have this moment, my one thing. I could drop the bomb when I wanted and how I wanted. It was up to me. But I guess it never really was, huh."
Tony wipes a stray tear from Peter's face.

"Well, you can kick Rogers' ass when he gives us trouble for it. I hereby grant you permission."

"Papa!" He pushed him and Tony fell off the bed. They all laughed.

The conversation continued, and Peter let the worries fly from his head.