Stand Tall

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You know your day is off to a bad start when your first coherent thought is "Why do I smell smoke?"

And that is exactly how my day started.

Hi, I'm Peter, and my life is pretty crazy.

Little back story real quick. It all started when my mom, met my dad, and then they had me.

Nah!

I'm messing with you.

It started after the whole Vulture incident. Once Liz's dad was put in prison, and the Avengers test was completed, Mr. Stark invited me out of the compound. It was only supposed to be for a few hours to get some suit upgrades, but I ended up staying for the whole weekend.

Eventually, it became a weekly thing. Friday night, Happy would come to get me from school and drive me to the Avengers Compound. From there I'd work on projects with Mr. Stark, train with the Avengers, play pranks, and generally just have a good time. Sunday evening I'd get dropped off at my apartment and suffer through another week until it was time to go back.

Fast forward a few months and May gets a job offer in Rome. She initially didn't accept it as it would mean leaving me behind or taking me with her, both of which neither of us liked. However, it was Pepper that came up with the idea to let me move to the compound full time. That way I could still train and work in the labs but I'd still have an adult around. It was a win-win. Surprisingly, May agreed.

So within a month of May accepting the job, our apartment was packed up and sold, and we said our goodbyes. I miss her, but she's happy. And I'm happy she's happy. It was honestly the best decision we ever made.

Fast forward another few months and Tony, Pepper and May are discussing adoption papers. Turns out that the Starks wanted to adopt me.

Since May was in another country, she was willing to sign full custody over to Tony and Pepper, which would make me a Stark. Of course, none of it would go through unless I wanted it.

I felt a little sad as May was my last living relative but when it was brought up that it was her idea, I knew that she was okay with it.

She'd still be my aunt, but now I'd have a mom and dad, siblings, and a large number of aunts and uncles. I'd finally have a real family.

So to recap, my name is Peter Benjamin Parker Stark, son of Tony and Pepper Stark.

And this is the story of the worst field trip ever.

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Ah yes. Another beautiful day in Upstate New York. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the smell of smoke in the air. . .wait. . .what?

I quickly jumped out of bed and made my way downstairs to the common room. As soon as I turned the corner, I see Sam trying to put out a fire with a towel and Bucky yelling at him.

Usually, only certain people were allowed in the kitchen, Bucky was one of them. Apparently, he was the one that originated that rule, after Steve nearly burnt down the Tower back in Manhattan, (something my dad still hasn't forgiven him for, along with a few other things,) so now there are the chefs, and the helpers. I fall into the latter category. While I like to help, I can not be left alone in the kitchen.

"What were you thinking Sam? You cannot leave a towel next to an open flame! It will catch fire!" Oh, so that's why Sam was waving a flaming towel around.

"I didn't mean to Buck, I swear."

"You said that last time!"

"I mean it this time, promise."