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Chapter 7

{A/N- in case you didn't notice, i'm not writing from tony's pov anymore. i'm only writing from peter's at this point in the story... happy reading}

Peter's POV

Ugh, mornings. I don't know where I am or what time it is, but my mind is too foggy with sleep to notice. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. My stomach grumbles. I decide I should get food in my sleep educed stupor. I recognize the door and stumble towards it. I end up in the maze of hallways with my eyes half open and not a single coherent thought running through my head. So a typical day for me. I see the door way to the common area and kitchen. I smile hazily. I haven't been this comfortable in a house since before the group home. This is nice. 

"Ahhhh- the kitchen." I go right towards the kitchen island and sit down on one of the bar stools. My head ends up resting on my arms. I start to drift in and out of consciousness. I'm half asleep when I hear voices. This should set off alarms in my brain, but I've never felt unsafe with Mr. Stark before, and I'm not gonna start now. 

"Is he a threat?" "What do we do?" "Whose child is this?" I also hear footsteps getting closer. Someone pokes me in the arm and I flinch away. They do it again. I wish they would leave me be to sleep. 

"Stop it. I don't like it." My words came out slurred and whiny, like a small child. Suddenly, I hear one voice stronger through the crowd.

"What are you doing? Step away heathens." I lift my head up and look up at Mr. Stark. He smiles at me and I smile back. 

"Hey kid. Did you sleep well?" I nod and he walks over to the coffee machine which looks like it could belong in the #1 coffee shop in N.Y.. He pours a mug and hands it to me. I begin to drink, and, therefore, think. What's that philosopher's quote? 'I think therefore I am'? Well I think and I am a massive idiot.  I look over at the rest of the people in the kitchen, and see the Avengers watching me in return. I lose my balance and fell off the stool, flat on my ass. If I could sink into the floor and disappear forever, I would. 

"You are the Avengers. Wow. I mean- wow." They smile at me. I wave weakly up at them feeling like a child. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker." I begin to stand up. Tony walks towards me and gives me a hand standing up. 

"Guys, this is my personal intern Peter. He stayed the night." They just look more confused if that's even possible. I'm sure my ruffled hair and Iron Man pajamas aren't helping the situation. 

"You have an intern? Since when?" A tall blonde asked. He had arms the size of my head, and he looks the most confused.

"Since two weeks ago. He texted the wrong number, and when I did a background check, I found how smart he was. Since then, he's been helping around as best he can." They still look perplexed as I'll-get-out, but they continue smiling anyway.

I hear laughter coming from the hallway. We all look over to see who was running through the hallway. In walks a girl and a boy around my age, maybe a year or two older. They glance over at the crowd of people, stopping dead in their tracks when they catch sight of me. The girl looks royally confused, but the boy just smirks. Suddenly, before I can react, there is a streak of blue coming towards me and I am lifted into someone's arms. 

"WHO IS THIS CINNAMON ROLL??" I flinched at his loud voice, but try keep control of my reactions. It takes everything in my power to not flip from his arms and web his face for scaring my like that. 

"I'm Peter." My voice sounds so weak and I resent the way I portray myself in from of the avengers.

"Hi Peter. I'm Pietro, but you may know me better as QuickSilver." He smiles at me and I smile back. "You are adorable. I'm going to steal you. You are my son now." I laugh and some others do too. I also hear some protests, mostly from Mr. Stark. Out of nowhere, I feel myself being lifted out of his arms, but I can't feel anything holding me. There's a deep red color surround me, cradling me. I laugh at the sensation. I'm literally flying. Is this not the coolest thing ever? I can hear even more shouting from below me, until arms begin to pull me from the air. My feel land roughly on the floor and I groan in protest like an over grown child. Mr. Stark scowls from behind me toward everyone who has gathered in the kitchen area. 

"Don't do that. It's not funny." He turns and walks away, and while I don't understand his reaction, I'm choosing to take it as endearing, so I smile. "Let's head down to the lab, we can hang out with these fools later." I nod, starting towards the steps.

"Wait, aren't you going to eat?" I turn to look at the person who spoke, making eye contact with Natasha Romanova, a.k.a THE BLACK WIDOW, who just told me to eat breakfast.

I don't really have an answer. It's not my food to eat, so I glace towards Mr. Stark. 

"Kid. If you're hungry, then you should eat. I'm a billionaire I can afford it." I nod as someone hands me a plate of steaming eggs. It's BRUCE BANNER! My jaw drops so fast I think I feel something pop. 

"You're--" He cut me off.

"The Hulk." I shook my head, confused.

"Well, yes, but you're also Bruce Banner! One of the greatest scientists to ever live! I've read all your papers on Gama-radiation! I even did a project on it for my school's science fair Freshman year." He went from confused, to blushing, then back to confused.

"How old are you again?" 

"I'm 16. A Sophomore at Midtown High." Once again, jaws drop. I glance around, "What wrong?"

"You've read his work at your age?" I look at Steve Rogers.

"Yup. I didn't get this internship for no reason. I mean, not to brag but, I'm pretty smart for my age." They scoff and agree. 

I sit down and eat my food, talking quietly with the heroes surrounding me. After that, we travel down to the lab to work on the newest model of the Iron-Man suit. I know I'm Spiderman, and that's cool and all, but I mean this has to be the coolest day of my life. Around noon, Friday calls us up for lunch. 

We walk into an empty kitchen. Mr. Stark begins to do something, while I walked over to the island to take a seat. I'm about to sit down when my Spidey-Sense tells me something is behind me, and was moving to grab me. Without thinking, I whip around and go for the offence. No matter that I have no clue who it is, I'm going to take the upper hand in this fight, or at-least that's what my senses urge me to do. 

Imagine my surprise when I see Hawkeye standing in front of me holding his bleeding nose.

"That's some right hook you've got there kid." He chuckled. I felt the color drain from my face.

"I am so sorry, Sir!" I grab some paper towels off the counter and give them to him. "It was an accident! I'm so sorry." He get's his bleeding nose taken care of rather quickly, and works to clean up his messy face. I spend the entire ordeal cringing and wishing for the second time today that I could disappear. 'Peter Parker was such an embarrassment, he disappeared from the Earth, never to be seen again.'

"It's alright Peter. I'm sure you didn't mean it." Mr. Stark meanders over to us.

"That really was a great punch. Where did you learn to hit like that?"

Being Spider-man. "I took some self defense classes when I was younger." They look skeptical, I'm a shitty liar (ironic, I know), but they accept my answer and let it go without further questions. 

Clint ended up eating grilled cheeses with us for lunch. I had to leave soon after, though. Unfortunately, while I love being an intern for S.I., it doesn't pay very well and I need a job if I'm gonna keep buying these first-aid supplies, so I leave Avenger's Tower after lunch for a job interview. If you thought my schedule was tight before, just you wait.