Bless The Broken Road

Meeting the Avengers

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"You must be Stark's son!" Thor boomed, his mouth still half full of Pop Tarts when Peter, Tony and Steve walked back into the living room where the Avengers were still relaxing. The God of Thunder smiled at the small boy, his towering height almost three times Peter's size.

Peter stared up at Thor with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. He had to lean his head back as far as it could go to be able to stare at the God's face. "Wow," he whispered mostly to himself, seemingly awestruck by the man.

"Alright, alright," Tony grumbled, grabbing his son's shoulder and moving him more into the room. The rest of the Avengers were all waiting impatiently (apart from Natasha who'd known Peter for years now) for Tony to properly introduce the child he'd been yelling about less than an hour ago. They would never admit it but they'd all been interrogating Nat for information about the kid the second Tony and Steve had gone.

Clint cleared his throat loudly, raising his eyebrows when Tony still didn't introduce the group to his kid. Their impatience was starting to stretch thin and from the way Tony was smirking slightly, it seemed obvious that he was enjoying teasing them.

"Oh calm down," he rolled his eyes at the group's continued staring. "Everyone, this is Peter. Peter this is Legolas, Pointbreak, you've met Capsicle, Brucie is somewhere else right now and obviously you know Triple Agent." He pointed to everyone respectively, ignoring their groans as he used their nicknames instead of real ones (even their superhero names would've been better to use).

"Auntie Nat!" Peter yelled, a grin spreading across his face as he rushed towards the SHIELD agent he'd decided was worthy of being another one of his honorary Aunt's.

"How come you get to be Auntie Nat?" Clint grumbled from where he was now sitting on the sofa, his entire body turned so he could watch as Peter ran to where Natasha was leaning against the back of the sofa beside him.

"Because i'm the best," Natasha sassed back, opening her arms out for the 10 year old to dash into them. Tony just rolled his eyes at the pair; even though it had been 2 years since the Palladium Poisoning incident, he was still pretending to be annoyed about the fact Natasha had lied to infiltrate his life. (Secretly, he actually liked the bond that Peter and "Auntie Nat" had. Natasha was another strong female figure to bring something to Peter's life, which Tony didn't take for granted seeing as he practically raised his son as a single father.)

"Hey, милашка. Giving your Dad grey hairs, i see," she ruffled his hair as Peter held on tight to her, having missed his Auntie Nat when she'd been away.

"Those were already there," Peter mumbles against Nat's chest, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her warm embrace. He liked Aunt Pepper a lot but she was more like a strict parent figure (she was the rock for both him and his Dad and he wouldn't trade her for the world) whilst Auntie Nat was more like the fun family friend who taught him how to fight and told him stories about missions she'd been on.

"Hey!" Tony pretended to be insulted as he walked over to the bar where his waiting glass of alcohol sat. He stared it for a second before pouring it down the sink. As much as he itched to down a few more shots so the aching would go away, he knew it wouldn't be a good idea in front of Peter.

"Hey buddy, i'm your Uncle Clint," the archer leaned over the sofa slightly so he was closer to where Peter and Nat stood. He smiled at the kid when his embrace to Natasha ended, clearly trying to win Peter over with his toothy grin.

"Don't try and force it Barton," Natasha growled with no heat, enjoying her best friend's terrible attempts to get her nephew to favour him instead of her. There was no competition there at all because each time she would win.