Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

The HYDRA Spider part 1

Soft, moist air mixed with billowing breezes scurried animate objects throughout the bustling streets of New York. The city lived up to it’s alias, “The City that Never Sleeps” with the constant cacophony of sounds emitted at literally every other moment, varying from the blaring honks of cars to the multitude of voices that filled city streets. But the loudest sound was the sound of nature, as rustling leaves of various shades danced as they swayed onto the feathery Earth, mixed with crisp, crunchy sounds that littered the air with a harmonious taste as worn soles made friction against nature. Nature hummed quietly, leaving all of her inhabitants to their own making. Despite all the sounds, right now, the only sounds that were audible were the vibratious mixture of grunts and pants as the famous Black Widow circled her nephew as they spared. Said nephew just so happened to be New York’s favorite vigilante Spiderman, or known by the minority public eye, Peter Parker. And to a secular group, Peter Stark-Rogers. 

The redhead instructed firmly yet lightly, “Make sure to stay on your toes, it keeps you with an advantage, and easier to swing in and do your spidey tricks.”

Peter chuckled with a retort, “They’re not tricks, they’re um...”

Natasha, amused cocked an eyebrow, “Whatever you say, Peter, now how about some lunch? I recall something earlier about your Dads cooking?”

Peter cracked a grin, “If it’s Papa I’m excited, Dad, I’m concerned. I ever tell you about the time he tried to cook pasta and made a low-level fire in the kitchen? It was hilarious, I made FRIDAY get the whole thing on video and saved to the hard drive, so that whatever happens that video will never be lost.” He chuckled as they entered the kitchen, “It’s my only piece of leverage, y’know?”

It was Natasha’s turn to chuckle, “Oh, I have a lot more, I’ll crypt them to you. Us spiders have got to stick together, especially when someone leaves Tony in the kitchen.” She mimicked a shudder, “The horror of it all.”

And just for their luck, they found Steve wearing an apron as he smiled at the sight of his son and his best friend, “Hey guys, you’re just in time, lunch is ready.” 

Peter beamed at Steve, “Thanks Papa! Nat, tell him how I kicked your ass.”

Natasha nodded, “I kicked it very well. But Stony jr here did quite well.”

Steve gave Peter a look, and blurted, “Language. And Natasha, stony jr?”

Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s actually grossing over social media, especially Twitter, since you decided to put a ring on him. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark equal Stony. Right, Peter?”

Steve asked confused, “I’m trending on Twitter?”

Peter nodded solemnly, “Yes ma’am. #americasass. Where’s Dad?” He enjoyed the confusion on his Papa’s face, being the old man that he was. 

Steve replied with a slight smirk, “Where he always is, you want to get him while I make you a plate?”

Peter nodded and headed down the hallway to his Dad’s favorite place in the whole Tower. And the Tower had over one hundred floors, and thrice the number of rooms. In fact, the Tower even had a whole floor on R&D, filled with labs and all the scurrying aspects of science that involved diffusing chemicals, and untimely explosions. And Tony had his own little version of it, it was about three times the size of Peter’s room. Originally, the lab had been strictly Tony’s, and no one was allowed to enter. But over time, the genius caved in to his loved ones who had their own little workspaces within the lab. In the far corner by the windows was Steve’s art studio, placed at just the right angle for the perfect lighting, and an abundance of artistic tools ranging from pens, pencils, erasers, and charcoal. And adjacent to Tony’s side, was a mini-lab accompanied with a desk and messy-written notes that belonged to a certain Peter.