Spider-Man One Shots!

Tattoos

"Hey guys I'm heading out." Peter said as he passed the Avengers who were trailed all over the couches in the main room.

"Alright."
"Have fun."
"Bye Peter"
"Bye son of Park."
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

Peter rolled his eyes at his Tony's overprotective behavior, turning around, "Out with friends I'll be back by ten."

"Okay then, have fun Pete." Tony said with a wave.

"Bye." Peter replied with a small smile as he headed out.

~

They were all in the garden of their friend and Peter's girlfriend, MJ's house surrounding a fire. You could hear the faint crack of the fire as it lit the sticks. Peter was perched on a small tree beside MJ herself, his jacket off as Peter hung it around MJ's shoulders loosely showing off his black tank top, his muscles along with his tattoos showing off.

If you were to look at Peter normally, you would see a scrawny, quiet and cute looking teenager, his brown curls helping with the persona but, once you seen him without his long sleeved science pun T-shirt's and sweaters you could see just how muscly and covered in tattoos he truly was.

Peter had always had a love for art but never thought about getting a tattoo, that was until he seen these tattoos he liked and thought they looked cool. He knew Tony would probably never let him get a tattoo so after months of contemplating it, he got some without the knowledge of his father figure. Of course, May had said that it was alright, she always said that it was his body and he could do whatever he wanted with it and it had nothing to do with her bt Tony would be a different story...

The tattoo sleeve he had was on his right arm and went from just above his wrist until the top of his shoulder, there was a range of different tattoos on there between black and white and filled with color. If you tried to explain the tattoos he had, you would picture a mess on his arm, chaos of different art styles and colors but once you seen it, you saw how truly cool it looked. It truly was aesthetically pleasing.

He continued to chat with his friends, laughing and joking about school and many other different topics as the light from the fire reflected onto his skin, tinting it slightly orange. He could smell the smoke from the fire as it filled his lungs as he swing his legs back and forward over the edge of the thick branch that both him and his girlfriend, MJ, sat.

All of a sudden one of Peter's friends came running back to them, "Hey, where are the drinks?" Betty asked the boy who was supposed to be getting their drinks. 

"I don't know but does anyone know why some of the avengers are outside?" The boy questioned and Peter raised his eyebrows.

"The avengers are here?" He questioned. 

"Yes, we are Peter." Someone answered from behind him, making him turn around, "so why don't you get off the tree and please tell me those tattoos are fake."

"shit." He whispered under his breath as he shut his eyes, hesitantly jumping off the tree. 

"Alright come on Peter, lets get home." Steve said trying to not get caught staring at the tattoo sleeve Peter had. 

Peter carefully unhooked his jacket from the tree and walked behind Steve, Tony and Natasha, putting his jacket on. He got into the car as they all started to make the journey home to the tower in a very uncomfortable silence. 

"So.." Steve said, breaking the silence, "want to tell us about the tattoos?" 

Peter could feel Tony's glare on him as he drew in a breath of air and let out a sigh before starting, "I started getting them a year ago, when I was seventeen. They aren't fake." 

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF?" Tony suddenly said loudly, making Peter jump.

"I don't get what the prob-" Peter started only to be cut off by Tony again. 

"You're too young for that." Tony argued back firmly, "and you shouldn't get something as permanent as tattoos without telling any of us." 

"I knew." Natasha stated simply. 

"You what?" Tony hissed out.

"I knew." Natasha said as she turned around to Tony, "Let him live Tony, he can do whatever he wants, he isn't a kid anymore." 

Tony just rolled his eyes as he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked out the window angrily. 

Peter silently made a note to himself to thank Natasha for being the best Aunt ever and for helping him escape the fire breathing dragon that was Tony later. For now, he smiled slightly as he looked at Tony from the corner of his eye, who looked like a little kid having a tantrum because their parent didn't buy them candy. 

"Well...How are you all doing today?" Peter asked slowly, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence that still held in the car. 

Steve laughed slightly, "Right, so Pete had a bunch of tattoos like an adult would have but still has conversations like a socially awkward teenager. You really need to work on your social skills." 

Peter rolled his eyes before stating jokingly, "Keep your eyes on the road, Grandpa."