Spider-man Oneshots

let the game begin

Peter snuck through the back entrance of the tower, doing his best to avoid the other staff and occasional press trying to score an interview with the "great Tony Stark." The last thing he wanted was an accidental picture leak of him at the tower. Ned would go nuts and his classmates would never let him hear the end of it.

He successfully made it to the main elevator and politely asked FRIDAY to take him to the living quarters.

"Good afternoon, Peter. How was school?" The AI asked the spider-kid.

Peter choked on his spit. "I-It was great!" He stuttered.

Truth be told, he was forced to skip his last three classes of the day to go save downtown Manhattan from a sewer villain. The poor kid had to sit in a laundromat in a borrowed pair of pants and his mask, all while his suit and clothes were washed over and over again to remove the stink. He received a lot of strange looks from civilians. When asked what he was doing, he simply replied with, "I fell in a manhole" which wasn't a total lie.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal a lavish and well kept living space where his friends and family were sitting on the couches talking. Well, more like arguing with each other, but that was normal.

"What is it this time?" Peter tossed his bag on the floor by the wall and crossed his arms.

Everyone turned to face Peter, each of them wearing a similar expression that worried the arachnid slightly before returning to their fight.

"They were fighting over who loves you more." Tony walked over and slung an arm over his intern. Peter blushed and stared up at his mentor, mouth slightly agape.

"S-seriously?" He stammered.

"Yep." Tony popped the "p".

Peter held his face in his hands, trying and failing to hide his embarrassment. "Why me?" He mumbled.

Tony clapped his hands together to gain everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up! Since this isn't getting anywhere, we'll be playing a game."

"A game?" Steve raised an eyebrow, not really liking where this was going. "What kind of game?"

Tony smirked. "It's simple. Friday will ask a question and whoever gets it right will earn a point, if you get it wrong then another person will get to steal it. Whoever has the most points knows the kid the best."

Clint pursed his lips in thought. "What does the winner get?" He asked.

Tony shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how to answer. "How about, whoever wins gets to keep the kid for a day?" He offered.

"Sounds good to me." Natasha crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, a confident smirk on her face. Being an assassin, there was little that she didn't know about her spider-son. Accept for the fact that he was also a spider.

Tony was the only one who knew that bit.

It was decided that Friday would be the one asking the questions and keeping score while the rest of the team battled it out. Peter was dragged down into one of the lower level training rooms where he was sat in a chair decorated with fake flowers and the team stood behind announcement booths, each with a buzzer.

"Is this really necessary?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

"When did you have time to do this?" Clint questioned, repeatedly pressing down on the button.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." Tony stated. "Anyway, Friday? Fire away!"

The AI obliged and asked the first question. "When was Peter Parker born?"