//Father\\

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Hey yall! I just wanted to let you know once again I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever! All 2020 I have been really really sick. I'm finally getting better and I missed writing and all of yall! Thank you so much for all of the love and support! Also, we are in a crazy time right now and I just wanted to remind everyone to always look for the lights in your life because they are there and we are all in this together. Ok! Enjoy the chapter and I hope I will be updating more frequently now that I'm feeling a little bit better. 

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Peter's eyes were definitely bigger than his stomach this time even though he ate three times what everyone else did. He tried to explain to Okoye that is was just his fast metabolism but she still seemed slightly disgusted. His eyes sank lower as the sky grew dark. The food had worn him out but his mind was still racing. 

Tony was unaware, but Peter heard part of his conversation on the phone in the jet. He didn't know who he was talking to but the last thing he wanted was to bring war. 

"Hey kid, come look at the stars." Tony jerked his head to the large balcony that overlooked the kingdom. The two made their way into the night. Peter had his eyes glued to the sky.

"Why are they so much brighter here than in Queens?"

"Kid that's New York. Its called pollution."

Peter chuckled and continued to gaze at the stars, but Tony's eyes dropped to the boy.

"Peter do you know what's coming?"

Peter sighed but didn't break his stare into the night.

"Yes."

"You know this is not your fault right? It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Peter shook his head in disagreement. "Stark, this is all my fault. I don't know how but it is." He paused and looked at Tony. "Can you just answer one question for me?" 

Tony nodded his head and stared at the boy.

"I want to know who Draven Lars is and why he is after me. I want to know that it was my fault my family was murdered. I need closure."

Tony sighed deeply. He knew the boy deserved the truth, no matter how much it killed him. 

"Listen, Pete, uh Draven Lars used to work at SHELD, that was until we found out who he really is. He is the last known survivor of a terrible kind. They were called the Krees. Many years ago a friend of mine, Carol, fought against them as they killed thousands of innocents because they refused to obey their rule. My friend, Carol, stopped them and eventually, they started dying off. Since then, he has been creating new weapons. They are not Krees, more like creatures, deadly creatures. They are a massive army that obeys every command of his."  

Tony paused and turned to Peter. He was staring at the stars once again but you could tell he was listening.

"He is a terrible leader of theirs. He also has a power. Not like Thor or Wanda. His is," Tony scavenged for the right way to say this, "well- he can see the future. He can predict the most likely outcome of everything."

"Cant Strange do that tough?" 

"That is different. Lars is more powerful than even Strange. The last time I saw him, he told us about a prophecy he saw for the future, your future. Lars prophesied that you will end him and his army. That you will be the one to stop him. He sees you as his biggest threat, Pete."

Tony finished and placed his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"You are so special Peter, more than you know."

Peter didn't say a word; he was frozen. He couldn't stop thinking that everything was happening because of him. He had this feeling that it was all his fault but he didn't want it to be true.

"Pete," Tony tried to comfort his kid.

Peter turned and gently hugged Stark around the stomach. Tony engulfed him in his chest and ran his fingers through his thick, curly, brown hair.

~time skip to the next day~

Peter awoke in his large, empty room around noon. He was exhausted because he had trouble falling asleep last night. He was too busy thinking about what Stark had told him. He stumbled out of bed and pulled on his favorite grey sweatpants and his blue school hoodie. 

"Afternoon Peter!" Shuri, who Peter hadn't officially met until the previous night, was sitting at the kitchen island. She seemed to be very intelligent and Peter definitely wanted to check out her lab that Tony always talked about.

"Morning," he yawned and looked out the large window that overlooked the massive kingdom.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"PLEASE" Tony came around the corner.

"Stank I meant Peter but Ill make you a cup I guess."

Peter laughed and shook his head. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker thanks." 

Starken walked over to the window where Peter was standing and stood next to him.

"You okay kid?" Tony remembered the night before and how Peter took the new information he had given the boy.

"Fine." He responded shortly. 

Tony decided not to push it and stayed quiet. Shuri brought his coffee over to him and left the two alone for a little.

A ruckus of noise came from the front of the building as a new jet pulled through the barrier. Peter took a closer look and noticed it was one of Stark Industries' QuinJets.

"What's that?" he asked Stark. 

Tony smiled and looked at the boy. "Why don't we go see?"

The two headed downstairs to the landing pad in front of the big front doors. The jet had just landed and luggage was being unloaded. The door to the jet slowly lowered and a woman in a neat, well kept white suit and sunglasses was standing at the top. 

Peter imminently recognized Pepper Pots as she exited the jet. He ran to the bottom of the stairs and nearly tackled her.

"PEPPER!" He squealed.

"Hey Pete! Its been a second! You've gotten so big." She smiled and hugged the boy.

Over her shoulder, Peter noticed another person leaving the jet. Ned wabbled down the steps, jaw dragging on the stairs in front of him. 

"NED!" Peter released Pepper and sprinted to the boy. "Bro what are you doing here?" 

"Pepper told us everything and we thought you needed your best friends with you."

"Wait... US?" Peter pulled back and asked Ned. He looked up to the jet once again.

MJ was headed down the stairs, looking almost as awestruck as Ned did. Peter didn't even know how to react. He stood like a stunned idiot, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Uh, hey. We thought you could use some compa-" 

Peter engulfed her in a hug, which led her to silence herself. He was finally feeling ready for whatever was to come. He had something to fight for; he had a family.