Peter Parker and The Avengers

Stay The Hell Away From My Kid

This is a sensory overload sort of thing, so be warned!💙 ~Author

Tony's POV

You might be asking asking, how hard can it be to 'emotionally adopt' a teenager when you're a billionaire?

Very hard, apparently.

Pepper told me I can't, which makes no sense because I did. Plus, the paparazzi need to have a restraining order. I was going to get one, but I took one look at all the paperwork and 'yeeted,' as Spider Boy says.

So, on a usual Sunday afternoon, after the kids 'internship,' which was basically him tinkering with some stuff in my lab and stuff, we got in one of my cars and drove to one of the Food Courts at the mall.

Well, Friday drove. I was going through my phone, whilst an extremely hyper Spider Baby started his vlogg thingy. "Ok, we're getting lunch. I don't know what yet. Mr Stark has his AI driving. I have one in my suit called Karen. She's super nice. Mr Stark made her. Well, I think it's a her. I'm not judging or anything, but it's got a feminine sort of voice so I'm guessing she is. Mr Stark? Mr Stark, is my AI female?"

Wow.

This kid needs an Oscar. He recited the whole thing in just two breaths. I feel like that kid can get high on Capri-Sun because he sure acted like it.

"Yeah, sure kid." I reply, looking up at him. His brown curls were covered in some black dust, probably from playing around with my old suits. I leaned over, brushing it off.

Apparently, to him, it looked like a hug, because he half hugged me. "Aw, thanks Mr Stark."

"Kid, I'm not hugging you. You had soot on your hair."

Awkward ~Author

Leave me alone! Its not my fault it looked like a hug! ~Peter

Kid, I'm going to get you classes in what looks like a hug and doesn't. ~Tony

Lmaooooo. The nostalgia. ~Author

Be quiet. You always make me get into these awkward situations, damn author! ~Peter

Hey, at least your still alive. ~Author

The last chapter begs to differ. ~Peter

WeLl... In My DeFenCe ~Author

Nope. Be quiet and let me tell the story. ~Tony

"Oh."

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We had eaten at this small cafe that served some really good sandwiches. Spider Boy refused to eat the crust, peeling them off and putting them to the side, before happily munching away at the rest of it.

When we were about to leave, flashes of cameras filled the room. There stood the dreaded paparazzi.

"Mr Stark! Mr Stark! Since when did you have a son?"

"Is he biologically yours?"

"How have you kept him hidden?"

The sounds of the reporters extremely annoying voice flooded into the shop. They still didn't stop taking pictures, leaving flashes of white striking against the room. The voices escalated to yells and swarms of people pushed to get near us.

Peter looked panicked. He'd probably never had this much attention, or noise, near him.
I remembered about his senses being very sensitive since the radioactive spider bit him, which couldn't have helped.

I grit my teeth and grabbed his arm. "Come on, kid. Just get to the car. Ignore these assholes."

He nodded, but his arm shook in my grasp and his eyes were wild and scared.

"Mr-" Another reporter tried to ask. He had put a hand on my kids shoulder and pulled him around.

Oh no.

He did not just-

Alright, that's it. I shoved the man of him, and pushed Peter into the back of the car seat before anymore of these idiots attempted to get near him.

"Stay the hell away from my kid," I spat away the man, who had a fistful of his short grabbed in my hand.

I let go and slid into the car, asking for Fri to drive us away.

Peter's chest fell and rose rapidly. Was he having a panic attack? I swear to god, I'm going to sue every last one of those pathetic excuses for humans.

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Kid, you okay?" I ask.

He doesn't answer, his fists clenched and his breathing the same, rapid one it was before.

"I used to get panic attacks too. Those news reporters are the worst. Just breathe. In and out. Slowly, ok? We're going back to the tower now." I tell him. Within a few miniutes, his breathing had evened out and he seemed a whole lot better.

"You had panic attacks too?" He asked.

"Yeah. They suck. It was after the battle of New York."

Peter seemed thoughtful for a second, before replying. "Did they go away?"

"Yep. Took a while. But I had people around to help me get through it. God, I sound cheesy right now." I chuckled.

Peter grinned and I pulled him into around hug.

"Mr Stark, I might need those lessons on how to tell if something is a hug or not,  because I'm really confused right now."

I laugh.

"No, this is a hug." I laugh.

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Hey guys!

Ok, but I'm hoping this made up for the last chapter because it kinda sucks. (Or maybe that's just my insecurities kicking in.)

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