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Mr. Dad Replaced Me With Some Kid From Tennessee?

Buckle in, guys... this one is weirdly long.

 The video opens to Peter and Tony sitting in Peter's room, on his bed.

"Alright, Peter," Tony says, turning to face Peter. "Do you have any idea why we're filming this video?"

"No," Peter shakes his head. "You just told me to step away from Morgan for five minutes to come film with you."

"Yes, I did," Tony says, turning back to the camera. "So, Peter probably doesn't know this, because he doesn't edit the videos, and he doesn't go back to watch them once they're posted, but in the last video I said that things were going to get even more chaotic because we've got a surprise visitor on his way."

"A surprise visitor?" Peter interrupts. "Who's coming? Why are we having a surprise visitor?"

"Hold your horses," Tony says. "Let me finish. So, this someone has just arrived downstairs, and he texted me saying he was here and to get everyone ready. Now, I'm about to text him back, telling him to come on up, so... shall we head out to the living room and meet our guest?"

"I guess," Peter says. "Why didn't we just film this in the living room? I was already in there."

"Shush," Tony rolls his eyes. "I'm not good at this."

{cut}

"We're in the living room," Peter lifts the camera to show Tony, Natasha, Steve, and Bucky sitting behind him, as well as Pepper, who can be seen standing in the kitchen, bouncing Morgan. "We're waiting to meet Mr. Dad's oh so special surprise guest, who should be getting here right about-"

The elevator dings.

"Now!" Peter says brightly. "Alright, let's see who this is all about."

Peter turns the camera to face the hallway that leads to the elevator. There's silence for a moment, before a teenage boy who looks to be around Peter's age with messy blonde hair enters the room.

"Um, hello," The boy says, looking startled at the camera fixed on his face. "I did not consent to be filmed."

"Relax, kid," Tony says, standing up and walking towards him. "Good to see you."

"You too," the boy says, still giving the camera odd looks.

"Alright, alright," Tony sighs. "Peter, this is Harley. Harley, this is Peter."

"Oh, the boy you adopted a few months ago?" Harley asks. "Yeah, hi. I'm Harley. Nice to meet you."

"You too..." Peter says, his hand appearing from behind the camera. The two boys shake hands. "So... how do you know Mr. Da- I mean, um, Mr. Stark?"

"What?" Tony interrupts, sounding indignant. "Someone new shows up and we're back to Mr. Stark?"

"You can call him whatever you want," Harley adds. "I've watched your YouTube videos."

"Okay, how do you know Mr. Dad, then?" Peter says, sounding vaguely embarrassed.

"He broke into my garage when I was eleven," Harley says offhandedly. "You know, I just came downstairs, heard a crash, grabbed my potato gun and there was Tony Stark, his suit totally destroyed and eating a sandwich. So I helped him fix his suit and sent him on his way. Then he made my garage totally awesome, and we kept in touch."

"Oh." is all Peter says.

{cut}

"So," Peter says, sounding massively annoyed. "Mr. Dad wants us to play a game together, and he insists we film it. At least parts of it. So here we are. We're playing this game called Scattergories. Look it up if you don't know how to play."