Peter Parker-(soon to be stark)'s adventures with family

Chapter 4: Nat

Peter PoV:

Two days after meeting Dr. Strange sir, I was working with Mr. Stark in his lab. We had recently started working on coding a new security feature into FRIDAY. I may or may not have skipped lunch again, and it was starting to catch up on me.

Just as I reached over to grab a screwdriver, my stomach rumbled loudly.

Turning red, I looked over to Mr. Stark. He had an amused look on his face.

"Kid, If you're hungry, you can go to the kitchen. You don't need me to go anywhere."

I was surprised. Was he really going to let me take time off work, while he has to do it on his own?

He clearly saw my hesitation, because he added, "Don't worry. I might join you when FRIDAY reboots."

I agreed with a small "Ok, then.." and headed for the elevator. I guess I was hungry...

After the elevator reached the penthouse, I stepped off and looked around. Even though I had been here only two days ago, the wide open area still was just as awesome as it was the first time.

Walking over to the kitchen, I rack my memory of where Mr. Stark got the bread from. It should be in the top right cabinet....

Reaching up, I grab the bread and began making my sandwich. The loud clatter of me dropping a knife blocked out the noise of the elevator opening.

Natasha's PoV

(oh yes. I've been waiting for this)

I had literally just gotten back from a month long mission, and I was tired as heck. After getting in the elevator, I requested FRIDAY to take me to the kitchen. A good cup of tea and a nap sounded great right about now.

I was not, however, expecting anyone to be in there. Stark always locked himself in his lab during the day, and his husband was often away.

Seeing a random boy making a sandwich in the kitchen of a world-famous billionaire was not what I was prepared to handle.

Sneaking up behind him, I watched as he picked up a knife from the ground. Expecting him to use it as a weapon, I slide into a defensive position. The boy just put the knife onto a paper towel and grabbed another one from the drawer.

Deciding that enough was enough, I kicked his legs out from under him and pinned his head against the countertop. Watching as his eyes went wide, I began grilling him.

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!" I growled out.

The boy just squirmed slightly and stuttered out a "I-I-I work here! I'm an int-"

I cut him off. "Intern's don't have penthouse access. How did you get here?!"

I was surprised when he said "I'm Mr. Stark's personal intern!"

"Yeah right. He can't take care of himself, so why would he take on another person? FRIDAY, does he belong here?"

FRIDAY didn't answer. The child must have tampered with her.

Just then, the elevator opened and Stark stepped out. "Hey kid, I'm going to eat with you while FRIDAY reboo-

He surveyed the scene in front of him, before running forward. "Natasha, get your hands off my intern right now!"

I stepped back, letting the kid stand up shakily. Stark just went over to his side, and asked in a quiet voice that he normally saved for Stephan, "you alright, kid?"

Needles to say, I was shocked and ashamed.

Peter's PoV

Here I was just making myself a sandwich, when out of nowhere my head is slammed against the counter by a lady with bright red hair.

She growls at me. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

I am panicking. This was THE Black Widow, a super famous assassin who could kill you in 7 ways with her pinky toe. Natasha fluffin' Romanoff. If I said one wrong word, she could kill me without hesitation.

I decide with a straight-forward answer. "I-I-I work here! I'm an int-"

She cuts me off. So much for that plan. "Interns don't have penthouse access. How did you get here?"

Ah. That's a flaw in my plan.

"I'm Mr. Stark's personal intern!"

She seems to find that one even worse than the first. "Yeah right. He can't even take care of himself, so why would he take on another person? FRIDAY, does this child belong here?"

Wow. Is Mr. Stark really that bad? I was about to protest about not being a child, when I realized that she asked for FRIDAY. Who is currently rebooting after her new security update. I'm screwed.

Then, the elevator opens and Mr. Stark steps out. "Hey kid, i'm going to eat with you well FRIDAY reboo-"

Thank all of the gods in the universe. I'm saved.

~(TIME SKIP TO AFTER EVERYTHING IS SORTED OUT)~

Now, all three of us are sitting in the living area. Mr. Stark starts off with "now, Nat, why don't you say sorry for ramming Peter's face into a countertop?"

She winces a bit. Likely because that side of my face is red and slightly swollen.

Her face blank, she tells me "I apologize for hurting you. I thought you were a threat and acted accordingly."

COOOOL! She's a true spy!

Both adults chuckle and I realize I just said that out loud. I turn a very bright shade of red. "I'm very sorry Ms. Black Widow ma'am!"

Ms. Black Widow ma'am cracks a small smile. "Call me Nat, Peter."

BONUS:

Natasha PoV

This boy.... He's so sweet. I have only known him for an hour now and I would kill anyone who hurts him. As I get up to leave, he asks shyly "Is it alright if I get a picture with you? My friend Mj is a big fan of you and I think you're really cool and-"

He starts rambling and my heart melts. I give him a sort smile and say "Of course, Peter."

I'm proud of this chapter. Nat is one of my favorite people in the MCU, and I was heartbroken when she died. BUT THIS IS MY WORLD, AND NO ONE WILL DIE UNLESS I WANT THEM TOO!!!

Haha.

See ya soon!

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