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What Is The Meaning Of Family
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Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2020
Peter Stark, son of Tony Stark, family with all the Avengers, learns his views of all of them aren't real. His view was manipulated by all of them to think they were heros. They weren't, they were the most feared group part of the Mafia. The one night he decides to surprise all of them turns out they surprised him but not in a good way. As his world comes crashing down he escapes, he escapes the tower, his life,   his family. He starts a different life away from them, being around them makes his skin crawl knowing what they've done but the Avengers aren't ready to let him go in the world. They may have been heartless before and saw each other as business partners they now they care about each other and him. They'll do anything to get him back.

*everyone is human in this but have the same powers, so no gods.*
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