Spider Mama - Avengers.

Avoiding Mom

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Peter's pov

"Ok kid, today you'll met the original Avengers."Mr Stark Told.

Any normal 15 year old would panic at meeting the Avengers, but for me I'm scared my mom will find out. I didn't tell her I was Spider-Man because she doesn't vist very often. She has me living with a distant Aunt. I don't think mom will be happy with me being Spider-Man and joining the Avengers without her or Mays permission.

"I'm, Mr Stark? Can I met them later. I just got out of a 2 hour drive and school." I ask. Begging in my mind I can delay this for as long as possible.

"Oh, sure kid. Make sure to do your homework." He says and I run to where he told me my room was.

When I get there I throw my backpack down and grab my Spider-Man mask. Putting it on while I calm my breath. Can't have a panic attack on my first day.

Oh gosh, even if I don't meet mom today. I could accidently bump into Uncle Clint or Uncle Fury. I've gotta think of a way so mom will let me be an Avenger.

Natasha's pov

"Where's Spider-Man? You said we'd meet him." I ask when Tony came in alone.

"Ok, there's some things I didn't tell you about him." He sighed sitting down.

We all look over in confusion.

"What did you not tell us about Man Of Spiders?" Thor spoke, killing the small pause.

"Boy of spiders. Spider-man is 15 years old." Stark corrected. And me and Clint freaked out. We both have families, though my son has remained a secret. I couldn't imagine how I'd  feel if Petya was Spider-Man.

"What the hell Stark, since when do we let kids join the Avengers?!" Clint yelled.

"What is wrong boy is 15 centuries old? Around my age."Thor asked, he still gets Asguard and Midgard ageing mixed up.

"Look I know he's young but he's crazy good. And he saved all our stuff when the Vulture attacked my plane." Tony explained.

"Ok, so he's a kid. Who's his favorite Avengers?" Bruce asked. He and Clint have a bet, they're never anyone's favorite so finding anyone who says them is winning.

"He loves your science work, but Nat is his favorite." Tony informed.

At this Bruce smiled, no one recognizes him for his science. Clint groaned and I smirk. I'm definitely not as popular as Tony or Steve but more popular than Clint and Bruce.

"So where is he now?" Steve inquired.

"Doing homework, he had a long drive and school is draining. So we can all get to know him at Dinner." He declared. We all agree and go our separate ways. I guess Tony assumed me and Clint were done grilling him. Nope.

"Tony, still how could you let a kid fight in a war or be an Avenger?" I ask.

"The kid won't stop, I even took his suit away. If I can't stop him I will atleast protect him." He explained.

"I can't imagine how his parents feel." Clint remarked.

"I do too. But I've only met his Aunt." He added.

Me and Clint leave it at there and start with the dinner preparations. Normally Steve cooks but I'm meeting up with my son later this month and want to cook for him. I hate I never get to vist him, but I could put him in so much danger. He could be kidnapped and brought to a place like the red room.

<this part will be in sign lanuage>

"So when are you seeing him again?" Clint signed while grounding pepper.

We're making Russian Pelmeni, my son's favorite food. <also mine>

"In 2 days, I can't wait." I sign back

"When did you see him last?" I try and remember. I think it was almost a year ago at his uncle's funeral.

"A family funeral, almost a year ago." I sadly sigh back.

"How was he taking it, death is hard especially when your 14." Last I checked he was devastated, I tried my best to comfort him but nothing I did worked. May told me he was getting better though.

"He watched it happen, so not well but his aunt told me he was getting better." I signed, this surprised Clint.

"He watched it?" Clint accidently shouted out loud, getting the attention of everyone in the room.

"What the hell are you to signing about now?" Tony questions.

"Yea, and why did you two volunteer to do dinner? That's normally Steve's job."Bruce questioned.

"Stop asking questions or I'll poison your dinner." I glare at everyone.

"Nat, you cut the onions too small." Clint remarked.

"Damn it, I have to learn this." I cry out.

"Lanuage." Steve whispered fearful.

"Yea, you really have to watch it now. With a kid in the house and all." Bruce added not looking up from his book.

"Speaking of the kid, Tony go tell him dinner will be ready soon." Clint remarked recutting the onion I messed up.

Peter's pov

I finished my homework then started tinkering with my new suit. Mr Stark made it awesome but I like tinkering and thought of some improvements.

I work uninterrupted till I hear Mr Stark yell.

"Parker!" He yelled my fake last name.

"What's happening?" I spin around.

"Dinners ready, some Russian dish. I've been yelling for you." He chuckled.

"Sorry, I was tinkering with my suit." I explained embarrassed.

"It's fine kid, let's go." He said walking out. I rushed to follow him.

We now stand outside the doors leading to the Avengers living room and kitchen. I gulp and try to gather all my courage. My hands start shacking, I try my best to stop it but I guess Mr Stark noticed.

"Kid, you'll be fine. No need to be scared." He put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You have no idea." I wisper to myself.