Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

A shot of normal life

Summary: Peter Stark-Rogers has grown up in a protective household, who needs to always be occupied by someone for his safety. Peter doesn't mind it really, but one time he decides to stay out at school later, and let's just say that his parents aren't very happy about that. (oh and he isn't spiderman yet)

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Peter Stark-Rogers had the most loving, the most kind parents he could ever ask for. But being the secret child that was adopted by Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, he'd be a very interesting target if anyone wanted to harm the Stark-Rogers family, or the Avengers. And quite frankly, there were a lot of people who fit this category.

Let's see, HYDRA, AIM, or really anyone who figured out who he was despite the fake last name Parker could hurt him. And he didn't have any powers, and martial arts trained by the Avengers could only get him so far.

And Tony and Steve wouldn't let anything happen to their baby. He was such an innocent and pure soul. They couldn't imagine anyone hurting him.

Which was why someone had to always accompany him whenever he went somewhere. Not in the over-imposing controlling way, he was allowed to go wherever he wanted, just needed a friend or an Avenger with him. Because in these times, they weren't as light as they were before. Crime rates have risen by sixty percent. HYDRA had become persistent, claiming that they knew something that would make the Avengers suffer greatly.

The Avengers didn't have that many secrets, besides Peter.

So you couldn't really blame the Avengers for thinking that HYDRA knew about Peter and had some crazy plan to kidnap him and hurt him. Because it's HYDRA, I mean that's what they do.

Peter lazily sprawled out on the covers humming as he tried to think of something to do. It was Saturday and it being summer, didn't have any homework to occupy himself with. It's not like he hardly went outside or his parents were mean people, but he wished he could go outside more often. But it was dangerous outside, and Peter could get hurt, easily.

He sighed, deciding to bury himself with a novel. Except he already read all his novels at least a dozen times and all the authors on fanfiction sites haven't updated anything which meant there was literally nothing to do. Ned was away at the Bahamas for the week and MJ had camp every Saturday. And his parents weren't at the Tower, they had to go to the Compound for some Avenging business.

Maybe he could go to the library?

It wasn't that far, only a ten-minute walk.

I mean what's the worst that could happen?

Peter pushed himself up, putting on some clothes that wouldn't make him look homeless before walking outside. It felt weird, and guilty disobeying his dad's orders, but could you blame him? There was literally nothing to do. He'd be back before they would and he'd code FRIDAY not to snitch. Besides, FRIDAY was more of his friend, encouraging him that his parents would someday not be so overprotective of him. He didn't really mind it, but there were times when it became annoying. This being one of those rare times.

He spent a few hours at the library, diving through novels, and losing track of time. One hour turned to two and so on. When he finished, he felt his stomach grumble and remembered that the fridge back at the Tower was empty.

He eyed the cafe across the street, a little snack wouldn't hurt, would it?

After nibbling on his snack he trekked back home, so peaceful and happy that he didn't notice that his dads were back home panicking.