The Kidnapped Spider

Peter

Peter froze, unsure of what to do next. "I - what?"

"May Parker is suspected of being an accomplice of kidnapping you when you were three years old," Phil continued. "We've taken her into questioning to see if she knew and why she wouldn't turn you in."

"May would never -" Peter started.

"I'm sorry Mr. Parker, but you are a little biased, considering you've been with her for so long, you would have no idea if she actually kidnapped you," Phil interrupted, giving him a look.

On some level, Peter knew he was right but that didn't stop the rising anger. "Excuse me - how do I know you aren't kidnapping me?!"

Phil paused. "Good point. I'm Agent Coulson of Shield - Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. I work with Nick Fury and the Avengers and they asked me to go and get you and detain your aunt because you were pinged yesterday."

Peter's head began to spin with the information and he started to look around the large room. "I - I still don't understand how I can trust you."

"Would it help if one of the Avengers came?" Phil offered. Peter's head whipped around to look at Phil and he gaped.

"You're kidding,"

Phil smiled. "You had a segment of school yesterday where police came and took your fingerprints yes?"

"I - yeah," Peter nodded, feeling a slight sense of whiplash from the topic change in the conversation.

"Well the system pinged you as a missing child but Friday wiped it because your name will come up as classified to any system below Shield." Phil explained.

"Why's that?" Peter frowned.

"Because your the son of one of our agents." Phil told him. He gestured for Peter to sit down on the couch in the middle of the room. "She's been looking for you ever since you went missing."

"Who?" Peter's brow furrowed.

Phil started to answer when there was the cool hiss of a door sliding open and Peter turned to see...Black fucking Widow marching out of the room and towards Phil.

"Where is he?" She demanded, her voice quiet but strong and threatening. Phil held out his hands.

"Natasha -" he started.

"Where. Is. He?" She seethed. "It's been twelve years - twelve years - so where is he?"

Phil frowned for a brief second before sighing and pointing at Peter. Black Widow whirled and Peter shrank a bit, slightly scared at the amount of anger that was radiating off of her.

But as soon as her eyes landed on Peter, the anger dissipated and she looked like she was about to dissolve into tears. She held a hand up to her mouth and looked over at Phil again who nodded.

"This is Peter. Peter, this is your mother, Natasha Romanov." Phil introduced.

"What?" Peter said loudly, eyes widening in complete shock. "I - what?"

"Your real name is Peter Carbonell Romanov-Stark," Phil filled in and Peter felt like he was going to scream and throw up at the same time.

"I - he - I what?" Peter squawked. "That's not helpful! What do you mean Black Widow is my freaking mom?!"

Phil didn't really get a chance to answer because Black Widow had walked forward, fast and then slowed down when Peter instinctively shuffled away. She slowly crouched down, an obvious sign of her trying to make herself smaller for him and Peter could see her green eyes were misting.