Peter Parker Oneshots

Another Meeting the Avengers

...because I love these.

A/N: I don't own Marvel. (I might stop putting these here. I think you guys get the gist.)

Warnings: None

Peter Parker was nervous.

He was also bleeding, but he wasn't really worried about that. What he was worried about was how his dad was going to react to the bleeding situation.

He ran through the plan in his head as he swung to the tower.

Plan A: Don't let Dad find out.

Plan B: When, not if, Plan A fails, remain calm and relaxed. Show him that the injuries aren't that bad.

Plan C: Run.

Peter didn't know it, but he forgot a major factor in these plans.

See, the Rogue Avengers were returning today, and he was about to walk right into their meeting.

Peter swung to his room and quickly got changed, sloppily wrapping a bandage around his torso where the stab wound was. He couldn't do much about it, as his enhanced healing was already closing the wound. Then, he pulled a shirt over his head to hide the injury and walked downstairs. (He always used the stairs. Something about inconveniencing people who wanted to use the elevator? Tony just sighed and accepted his son's self-sacrificing ways in even the smallest things.)

"Dad! I'm home!" Peter walked into the kitchen and called out his presence to his dad who he assumed was in the living room. He grabbed an apple and jumped onto the ceiling, casually walking into the living room.

"Kid. What did I say about being on the ceiling?" Tony Stark rubbed a hand over his eyes exasperatedly.

Peter didn't respond, he was too shocked by the presence of the rogue Avengers in his living room. He flipped off the ceiling, tossing his apple to the side, where it landed perfectly on the table.

"What are they doing here?" Peter's voice was laced with something dark and heavy.

"We came to apologize." Captain America glanced between the teen and Ironman. He wasn't an idiot. He'd figured out why the teen was here, and judging by the whole 'walking on the ceiling thing' he didn't think the kid was the right person to mess with.

Peter relaxed slightly, and moved to stand protectively in front of his dad.

"So. Apologize." Peter tapped his foot on the ground the way a mother would do to a stubborn child.

"Tony. I'm sorry. About everything. I thought I was protecting you, but I wasn't. I know you can't totally forgive me, but maybe we could try?" Steve fidgeted, not used to being in the wrong.

"I forgive you, Cap. Now kid-" Tony turned to his son.

Peter tensed and shot his dad a sheepish grin. "Yes?"

"Why did I get a notification from FRIDAY that said you'd been stabbed?" Tony crossed his arms. The rogue Avengers sat down and just watched the teen and his dad.

"Well, there are lots of reasons. The first being that you made a protocol about that." Peter answered cheekily.

"And why was that protocol activated?"

Stick to the plan, Peter. Remain calm.

"Because I was stabbed." Peter replied calmly.

"Go to Med-Bay. Now."

Plan C. Run.

Okay. That was mostly because I was bored.

Bye!