Peter Parker Oneshots

Secrets (request)

A/N: I drank too much pop, and now I'm awake with no hope of sleep. But then again, sleep is for the weak, and I still don't own Marvel.

Still requests, by @worry-is-weakness. I think this is the last one you requested? That means other people who requested, yours will be out very soon. Hang on tight. Hope you enjoy!

"No."

"Peter, there isn't another option. I know why you don't want to, but this is the only way."

Peter sighed. He dropped his head into his hands and then looked back up with his best puppy eyes. Tony just stared at him.

"Fine. But no one gets to be rude." Peter huffed and walked out.

"What was that?" Clint watched Peter wall out of the room, and then turned to Tony.

"We got ourselves a safe home." Tony smiled sadly, then went to tell Natasha were to take them.

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"Natasha? Were are we?" Steve glanced nervously around the woods. The only thing he could see in any direction were trees.

"Ask the kid." Natasha shrugged.

Peter mumbles something about being a legal adult before he led them through the forest they had landed in.

"I'm home!" Peter called as he walked up to a little cottage sitting in the middle of the forest. The avengers behind him all shared confused looks, excluding Tony who just looked smug.

"Baby Boy!" A streak of red and black attached Peter, knocking him off balance. The Avengers all hurriedly reaches for their weapons.

"Wade! Got off me!" Peter shoved Deadpool off of him, then stood up. He smiled sheepishly at the Avengers as he brushed himself off.

"Guys, meet Wade. Wade, why are you here?" Peter directed the last portion of the statement towards Wade with a glare.

Wade ducked his head. Peter was sure that if he could see past the mask, he would have a sheepish expression on. "MJ said you were gonna be here, and..."

Peter sighed. "Alright. Whatever."

"Daddy!" A little girl with curly brown hair ran up to Peter. "Up! Up! Up!"

Peter smiled and lifted the girl up. "This is my daughter, Mary."

"And his wife. Hi, I'm MJ." MJ strolled our of the house and kissed Peter on the cheek.

Steve gaped at the couple. "Umm. Kid. Aren't you a little...young for a family?"

Peter scowled, "I'm 27."

Steve choked. "I thought you were 15! I'm so sorry!"

Peter rolled his eyes and led the stunned group into his house. "I was 15 when you met me. 12 years ago. Did you think I started when I was 3?"

Steve blushed as the rest of the group laughed.

The Avengers spent two weeks at Peter's house, learning about his family, his partner in crime, and his habit of walking on the ceilings in his house.

Of all the things they expected from Peter, this wasn't it.

Okay. I know I've said this before, and people told me that it wasn't true, but this one is really bad. At least the ending is, I didn't know where to go with this.

Anyways, sorry this took so long. I kind of forgot about it. I literally cried in class today, so oneshots were not my biggest concern. However, I will continue writing, it's actually pretty calming when I have the time to do it.

Bye!