Truth is... I'm a Stark

Finally

{AN: sorry for the late update, writer's block sucks :/ it's like I had ideas for all the other stories I had planned but this. But I'm back now so yay :) I've also made some changes to previous chapters after receiving some feedback on ao3.}

Peter found it had been surprisingly easy to keep his alter ego a secret from his family. You would think for some of the Earth's smartest and most paranoid people they'd notice the sudden changes in Peter's behaviour and physique but most of them didn't and when they did the teen hero found it surprisingly easy to cover it up.

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"Have you gotten taller?" Tony asked his son.

"Oh um, I guess," Peter had been caught off guard and scrambled for a response.

"It makes sense you'd get a growth spurt, with all the food you've been eating lately," the billionaire chuckled, pointing at the heap of food on Junior's plate. The tips of the teen's ears went red.

"Leave him alone Tony, he's a growing boy! It's not like we can't afford it," Pepper reprimanded her husband and swatted at his arms playfully, "besides," she added, "it's a good thing he grew a couple inches - I was beginning to worry he had inherited your height."

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed affronted, earning giggles from dinner table.

"I'm glad he finally stopped being so clumsy," Wanda began, Tony and Pepper laughed in agreement.

Junior let out an indignant squawk, "hey! I'm not that clumsy," he objected.

The Sokovian girl scoffed, "you tripped and spilt pen ink all over the floor last month, you're totally accident prone -"

"That could happen to anyone!" Peter interjected.

"We live in a tower full of state of the art technology - finding paper that isn't in toilet roll or napkin form is a rare find - how the heck you even found a pen is beyond me!" Wanda exclaimed. Junior, at a loss for a comeback just grumbled and went back to eating the mass of food on his plate. "Anyway, yeah, I'm glad he finally learnt how to control his own limbs. I was getting sick and tired of helping this klutz replace that vase with a knockoff from EBay every time he breaks it. I don't care if they're only 50 dollars, I'm not wasting anymore of my allowance on buying them anymore," she shot her brother a pointed look before realising what she had just admitted to doing. "...crap."

"You broke WHAT?!"

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So yeah, he had managed to cover up his powers within one conversation that he barely contributed to (he had also gotten grounded for a week for replacing a priceless vase with a cheap knockoff...multiple times. Thanks for nothing Wanda). This was quite surprising for the teen, but he wasn't disappointed that he'd been able to pull it off so easily - he had finally caught a lucky break!

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Peter put his earbuds in as he stepped onto the train. What had used to be for leisure was now a necessity; ever since he'd been bitten it was as if his senses had been dialled up to 11, bright flashes of light and loud sounds that might have caused others discomfort could give him a headache, or worse... a sensory overload. He had learnt that the hard way after he found himself laying on his school's bathroom floor, curled into himself in agony after some jerks thought it would be funny to start an explosion in his AP chemistry class. He lay there in the darkness for a while until Ned found him and walked him to the nurse's office who treated him for a migraine. It hurt like hell and he couldn't return to classes for an hour and felt horrible for the rest of the day.

But hey - everything else that was good that the universe gave him came at a cost; at least no one had died, gotten injured, or went missing this time, Junior really had no reason to complain. Plus, his newfound sensory disorder had encouraged him to manufacture glasses and contact lenses to aid those with photo sensitive epilepsy as well as other technological devices to help those who suffered from all sorts of sensory related issues. No one had ever benefited from his suffering before, maybe things were getting better.