Spiderson and the Avengers

Afghanistan

*Flashback*

It was just after Tony Stark had defeated Obadiah when he took Peter Parker-Stark under his wing. Nevertheless, he didn't let his suit get in the way of his time with his son. Almost every day, Peter would join Tony in the lab, and they would work on a few simple projects together. The boy would build small toys and crafts, while Tony would stare at his son proudly. This was a routine. Until, of course, one day when Peter build something that would change Tony's perspective on the world.

"What's that Peter?" The proud father asked his son, leaning over a small sphere no bigger than the boy's palm.

"I'm building things that go BOOM just like you, dad!" The boy giggled. 

Tony took the sphere from the boy and held it in his hands. He flipped the switch then gasped. The thing had lit up. A simple circuit. Tony's hands were trembling as he placed the thing on his desk and took the boy in his hands. 

He stared at the child's eyes, which were innocent and unsuspecting.

"That's my boy," Tony said, the edge in his voice evident. 

So this was how his own father had felt. The thought of his father brought bad memories back, and Tony steeled himself. He would be nothing like his father. He would nurture Peter, and he would encourage him and love him and make him feel loved. 

*Back to present*

Dad and I were shut in our personal lab, with no way to contact anyone else. Spiderman had left the building along with the interns, but the agents had tracked down Peter Parker while he was walking to the tower. They had bound and gagged him with little restraint, and taken him upstairs before dumping the boy in Tony Stark's personal lab. 

The cameras in the room had been diverted to a government system, and there were agents monitoring our every move. Occasionally, the avengers got a message through the system, but even they were being monitored. 

Dad was trapped in his own home, and nobody seemed to want to leave, and for what reason, I had no idea. I sat down next to dad. All his screens were up and whirring to life in a matter of seconds. He glanced at me for a moment, and nodded. I opened up the files for the first suit that dad had made to use with the new reactor core.

Suddenly, a message popped up on the screen. An ad for pop tarts.

"Mr Stark, you're literally the richest man on earth and you haven't made an ad blocker?" I groaned and subtly nodded at him in return. I knew what this meant: Thor was coming.

I heard a bang echo through the hallway and a guard left his post. I ran up to him and unlocked the door before knocking him out with a single punch. I beckoned to dad, who was already in his suit, before ducking out of range of the cameras in the room. Well, the cameras that the government could operate, anyway. I grabbed the toy spider from my pocket and threw it onto my chest with absolutely no sense of aim whatsoever.

"Peter, get inside the panic room," Dad yelled, loud enough for the agents on the other side of the cameras to hear. I stifled the urge to yell at my dad. Even when our security was at risk, he still wanted to keep my cover. We took out the agents who were rushing through the hallway then moved through the penthouse. We found the avengers taking government agents down with Thor, who had deemed himself the hero of the battle. I thought he deserved it. After all, he had caused the distraction that enabled us to escape. 

In a matter of minutes, we had taken out each and every agent and dragged them all outside and sent them to the White House, as a little present for the president. 

I realised that this was not absolutely necessary, but Aunt Nat and Loki thought that to be completely satisfied with the humiliating fact that they had allowed government agents into Stark Tower (even if it was for us to collect information about what they were doing) they had to get revenge.

Immediately after we saw our package being driven away, dad and I flew up to a window which was the quickest route to our lab.

"We're going on a trip on our favourite rocket ship," I sang, and I could have sworn that dad rolled his eyes behind the mask.

"Can you not be weird for once, maybe?" He asked, and I grinned. We were in the lab seconds later, and dad's suit retracted into the arc reactor once again. Dad jumped into his chair and plugged in a USB.

"Pah. USB. Cavemen," Dad scoffed. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Aaand Here. We got it," Dad announced triumphantly, while scanning the file, "Tony Stark, palladium core, new element, Howard STARK'S WHAT?" He yelled at the end. I leaned over his shoulder to see what he was reading and laughed.

"Howard Stark's invention, a new element, is one of the best things America's government can be credited with. After he formulated the theory for it, he realised with the technology of his time, it could not be synthesised. Of course, he left clues for his son, so he could rediscover the element. Because the government funded most of Howard's project, it is safe to say that the new element is property of the US government,"

Dad stormed out before yelling, "I need to clear a few things up with the president. I think it might be wise if you stayed in the lab, Peter. Things are going to get R rated very, very soon,"