Peter Parker/Avengers Oneshots

A collection of oneshots that I wrote, mostly Peter Parker-centric. Lots of Irondad and Spiderson. Angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, you name it. Kidnapping, identity reveal, injury, adoption, anything. Taking requests.


Author's note

I'll try to update daily. My gymnastics season just ended, so I should have more time to write than I have recently. I'll be taking a prompt and writing a oneshot about it. Please feel free to comment prompts! Like I said in the summary, I'm taking requests!

In all of these, unless stated otherwise, Civil War and Infinity War never happened, and all the Avengers are living happily in Avenger's Tower as one big, happy, dysfunctional family.

2. Field Trip

This one includes the idea that Peter was adopted by Tony. So... he lives at SI, with all the Avengers, and Tony is his dad. Has been for seven years, since Peter was 9. He calls Tony Dad, but since Tony didn't want the press following Peter around, they came up with the 'internship' idea for high school. Peter is still Spider-Man.

Peter's leg bounced as he stared at the clock. In just five minutes, decathalon practice would be over, and he would be free to go home and work on his suit.

"Now, hold on, everyone," Mr. Harrington held up a hand. "I know you're all ready for practice to be over, but I have an announcement to make that I think you'll all be very excited about. Because of our victory at Nationals, I have managed to convince the school to let us go on a field trip!"

The Decathalon team broke into excited murmurs. Field trips were a rare thing for the school, especially for teams.

"Even more exciting," Mr. Harrington himself looked on the edge of his seat as he spoke. "I managed to secure us a tour of the labs in... Stark Industries!"

Chatter broke out, and Mr. Harrington was unable to rein the team back in. He walked around, passing out the permission slips, and let the students talk for the last five minutes.

Peter, however, was not excited. He knew Tony wouldn't do anything while he was there, but he couldn't say the same for the rest of the team. He knew they would leap at the chance to embarrass him in front of his friends. It was not helped by the fact that the team was basically his aunts and uncles. He was especially worried about Clint and Wanda, who went out of their way to embarrass him just in front of other team members.

"Dude, what even is your life," Ned laughed, as they left the school.

Peter shook his head. "Dude, this is going to be the death of me. I'm going to die. Say your goodbyes now, who knows how long into the trip I'll make it."

"That's a little dramatic," Ned commented. "I'll see you Monday for the trip, alright?"

Peter sighed, and nodded, and he and Ned went their separate ways.


"Hey, Pete," Tony glanced up from the suit he was working on. "How was school?"

"It was good," Peter said. He hesitated, before speaking again. "Can... can you sign this?"

"What is it?" Tony set the tool he was holding down and headed over to where Peter stood by the door of the lab.

"A permission slip for a field trip," Peter said vaguely. "For Decathalon."

"Where're you going for this field trip?" Tony asked, when Peter wouldn't move his hand from covering the information.

Peter sighed. "Here."

Tony stared at him for a moment, before he burst out laughing. "Oh, Pete, you have the worst luck."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Peter rolled his eyes. "Can you please just sign this, and... and promise not to tell the others about it?"

"Yeah, sure," Tony, still chuckling, dug a pen out of his pocket and signed the permission slip. "I won't tell the others, but... that doesn't necessarily mean I'll discourage them if they decide they don't want to just hang out up here the whole day."

"I'll take it," Peter shrugged. He shoved the permission slip back into his backpack. "What're you working on?"

"This?" Tony led Peter back over to the suit. "One of the thrusters isn't working as well as the others..."


Peter was beginning to wish he hadn't had Tony sign the permission slip.

As soon as he was on the bus, Flash plopped down into the seat behind him and Ned.

"Hey, Penis," he muttered. "You don't seem to happy to be here. Is it because you're worried everyone will find out you've been lying about that internship?"

"Go away, Flash," Ned snapped.

"Ooh, touchy today, are we?" Flash sneered. "Can't wait for everyone to find out, Penis."

Flash moved to sit with one of his friends.

"It's not a big deal," Ned shrugged. "Everyone there knows you as an intern. He'll just find out you've been telling the truth."

"I'm not worried about that," Peter hissed. "I'm worried about what will happen if someone from the team decides to make an appearance."

"Oh," Ned was silent for a moment. "Yeah, can't help you there."

"I know that," Peter rolled his eyes. "I wish I hadn't had Dad sign the stupid permission slip."

"That would just make everyone suspicious," Ned pointed out. "Come on, just relax and have fun. Pretend you've never been there before."

"Hard to do that when I'm there every day," Peter sighed, leaning his head against the window and watching the city fly past.


"Welcome, Midtown Tech!" A girl's voice greeted the team as they entered the lobby of Stark Industries. "My name is Sarah, and I will be your tour guide today! If everyone could please take a security badge and pin it to a visible location on your person, we will begin right away."

Sarah went down the line of students, handing them a white pass with their name and school photo on it. When she reached Peter, she smiled.

"Hey, Peter! I didn't know you would be here!" she said. "I... I don't have a pass for you, you know how Happy is about reprinting passes. Do you have yours with you?"

Peter nodded, his face turning red as he dug his pass out of his backpack. Sarah smiled at him, and continued on down the line.

"Now," she began, after all the passes had been handed out. "You'll notice that your pass has a yellow strip on it. That indicates your clearance level. Yellow means visitor. You can only access the lobby and lower labs, unless someone with a higher clearance level overrides it. The next level is blue, like mine. I can access all the labs and the Avengers training rooms. Red can access everything except any living quarters. Silver can access everything except Mr. Stark's personal penthouse. Most of the Avengers have silver passes. Gold can go anywhere in the tower. Only three people have a gold pass; Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts, and someone whose identity I cannot disclose to you. If you'll step this way and scan your badge to enter the elevator, we will proceed to the first lab."

The class followed her over to the elevator, and Abe scanned his badge.

"Abraham Attah. Clearance level: Yellow." FRIDAY's voice rang out, and the team jumped.

"Don't worry, that's just Mr. Stark's AI, FRIDAY," Sarah explained, laughing slightly at their reactions.

Peter now had something new to worry about as the class continued to scan their badges and pile into the elevator. FRIDAY would announce his clearance level for everyone to hear, and he knew there was no way to get out of it. She did it every time he entered the tower. He was officially screwed.

When it came to his turn, Peter grit his teeth, braced himself, and scanned his badge.

"Peter Stark. Clearance level: Gold. Welcome home, Peter. Would you like me to inform Boss that you're here?" FRIDAY asked.

Peter turned bright red. "Um, no, thank you, FRIDAY. It's fine." he mumbled.

The team was staring at him as he entered the elevator. Thankfully, Sarah entered behind him and cut off any questions they may have been about to ask.

Peter was mostly zoned out during the tour, as he already knew everything about all the labs. It seemed like the trip was going to go off fine, except the hitch with FRIDAY at the beginning, until Sarah made an announcement.

"I have received permission from Mr. Stark to take you students up to one of the Avengers training rooms, where we will be able to watch some of the Avengers train. We won't be going into the actual room, as that would be dangerous, but we will be able to see and hear them."

Peter paled. Of course, they would be seeing the Avengers train. He only hoped they wouldn't see him, as he tried to hide at the back of the group.

Once they arrived at the training room, the decathalon team pressed close to the windows to watch the training session. Just Peter's luck, it was Clint and Natasha sparring. And of course, just as Clint was being beaten, he looked up and caught sight of Peter, who was watching through the window in the door. He did not see the rest of the students peering through windows off to the side.

"Peter!" he exclaimed. "Get in here and help me!"

The team's heads whipped around to stare at Peter as he groaned.

"I'm kind of... busy, right now..." he called to Clint.

"Doing what?" Clint exclaimed, trying to keep Natasha from pinning him. "I swear, Peter, if you do not get your ass in here and help me, I will tell Tony you switched his shampoo for hair dye!"

Peter sighed, swiped his badge, and entered the training room, completely ignoring the decathalon team, who were gaping at him. Natasha, who had Clint in a headlock, tried to turn to keep Peter in her line of sight, but Clint dug his heels into the floor and wouldn't let her move. Natasha rolled her eyes as she felt Peter grab her shoulder from behind, knowing what was coming. Peter wrenched her arm away from Clint's neck and threw her backwards over his shoulder in one fluid movement. Natasha performed a shoulder roll and got immediately to her feet as Clint reoriented himself. It did not take long for Clint and Peter to have Natasha pinned to the ground.

The decathalon team was silent, until Flash's voice rang out. He seemed unaware that those inside the training room could hear what was going on outside, as well.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed. "How did Penis Parker just beat the Black Widow?"

Natasha and Clint both stiffened as they got to their feet, looking around. Clint noticed the decathalon team for the first time; Peter knew Natasha had known they were there the whole time.

"What did he just call you?" Natasha asked, her voice deadly quiet.

"Nothing, nothing, it doesn't matter," Peter said hurriedly. "You guys just go back to sparring, I've got to get back to my class..."

"That's your class?" Clint looked stricken. "Oh, man, Peter..."

"What did he just call you?" Natasha repeated.

"I told you, it doesn't matter-" Peter knew it was hopeless, as Natasha stalked to the door and thew it open.

"Who said that?" Peter heard her demand.

There was silence from the team. Peter hurried into the hall.

"Natasha, just go, go back to training," he pleaded. "It's not-it doesn't matter, it's not a big deal."

Natasha glared at the team once more, before turning around and stalking back into the training room. As the door banged closed behind her, Flash spoke again.

"What the hell, Penis?" he snapped, quieter this time. "How'd you get her to pretend she knows you?"

Peter ignored him. "I need to use the restroom," he informed Mr. Harrington. "I'll be right back."

"Of course," Mr. Harrington nodded. "Do you... know where it is?"

"Yes," Peter nodded. "I'll be back in just a few minutes."

Peter started hurrying down the hall, but was stopped when Flash spoke.

"I need the restroom too, Mr. Harrington," he said. "Since Peter knows where it is, could he show me?"

"Oh, um, yes," Mr. Harrington looked at Peter. "Would you show Flash were the restroom is, Peter?"

Peter ground his teeth, glaring at Flash, but nodded. Without waiting, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the restroom.

"Seriously, Penis," Flash growled, once out of earshot of Mr. Harrington. "What're you doing? Paying her? I doubt you could afford to pay the Black Widow to pretend she knows who you are." 

Peter didn't answer.

"So if it's not money, what is it?" Flash persisted. "What, are you her boy toy or something?"

Peter could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he bit his tonge, determined not to say a word to Flash.

"That's it, isn't it?" Flash sneered. "You're her little boy toy, huh? What, is it just her, or is it the rest of the Avengers as well? Do you suck Iron Man's dick every night, too?"

"Excuse me?"

They were almost to the restroom when a voice spoke from behind them, and Peter felt his heart drop into his stomach. Of course, of course, Tony had decided to come down this hallway at the same time as them.

Flash whirled around. "M-m-mr. Stark!" he stuttered.

"Peter, who the hell is this?" Tony demanded.

"He's... he's nobody, just-just a friend of mine from school-" Peter stumbled over his words, and he knew Tony wasn't buying it for a second.

"A friend of yours?" Tony asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Really? Where's your teacher?"

"They're back at the training rooms, I was just coming to use the restroom-" Peter began, but Tony cut him off.

"So you decided to follow him, why? So you could harass him away from the teacher's eyes?" he demanded, glaring at Flash. "What's your name?"

"F-Flash Thompson, s-sir," Flash mumbled.

"You listen here, Flash Thompson," Tony snarled, leaning in close to Flash. "You leave my kid alone, you hear? If I hear you ever act, speak, or so much as look at him the wrong way again, I will make your life miserable, understand?"

Flash nodded, looking pale and vaguely sick.

"Come on, you two," Tony snapped, striding down the hall towards the training rooms. "I need to have a conversation with your teacher."

Peter knew he was bright red as Tony informed Mr. Harrington that Flash was no longer welcome inside the tower, and would need to leave immediately. He could feel his classmates eyes on him when Tony told Mr. Harrington that Peter would be leaving the tour now, to go up to their lab and get some work done. And he knew everyone was staring at him as he and Tony departed from the group, heading towards the elevator, as Flash was escorted out of the tower.

"Why didn't you tell me you were being bullied?" Tony demanded, as soon as the elevator doors closed.

"It's not a big deal," Peter insisted. "Really. I can handle it, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Tony stared down at him incredulously. "Peter, that kid was accusing you of... of having sex with Natasha to get her to pretend you know her! That is... that is not okay, Peter. Nobody should ever be spoken to the way he was talking to you."

"And that's why I take it!" Peter exclaimed. "I can handle it. I know it's not true. I can just ignore him and go about my day, and then when I come back here, I can go to the training rooms and beat something up, or go build something in the labs with you to let out any anger or stress. It's better he picks on me rather than somebody else, somebody who can't handle it and who doesn't have a way to let it out!"

Tony shook his head. "Peter, you are far too good for this world. How long has he been bothering you?"

Peter looked at the floor and mumbled something unintelligable.

"Come again?" Tony asked.

"Since second grade," Peter mumbled.

"Since second- geez, Pete!" Tony ran a hand through his hair. "And what, what does he do? Is it just the name-calling and stuff, or..."

"I guess you could say he knocks me around a bit," Peter informed the floor. "But it's nothing I can't take."

"Knocks you around a bit?" Tony repeated. "What does that mean? Does he-hit you, or something? Is that why you came home with a black fucking eye the other day?"

Peter didn't respond, and Tony took that as confirmation.

"Peter!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair again. "Why- you're so much stronger than him, why would you just sit back and take it?"

"That's exactly why!" Peter finally looked up at Tony as the elevator doors opened, revealing the Avenger's living area. He stalked in, dropping his backpack on the floor and whirling around to face Tony. "Because I'm so much stronger than him, and I shouldn't be! I wasn't before that stupid spider bit me. And if I fight back, I could... I dunno, I could seriously hurt him! So he knocks me around a bit. If he hits hard enough to leave a bruise, it'll be healed before I even get home, but if I hit him back, I could really injure him! And... at school, I'm not Peter Stark, I'm not your kid, I'm not Spider-Man. At school, I'm Penis Parker, who can't do sports, who sucks at P.E, and who's... who's a complete loser, a nerd! And that's who I was before I got these abilities, and sure, maybe I've lived with you since I was nine, but they don't know that! They all think I live with a foster family somewhere! And just because... just because I happened to get bitten by that spider, just because I'm some... mutant, or whatever you call it, doesn't mean I should suddenly change who I am at school. We don't tell people I'm your kid, we don't tell people I'm Spider-Man, so how could I explain being gone sick for a week and suddenly coming back and being able to bench press 25 tons?"

Peter took a step back, his breathing rapid, as he looked around and realized Natasha and Clint had come up from the training rooms. Peter sighed, and spoke again, not giving Tony a chance to respond.

"I've got some homework to do," he said, turning around and heading down to his and Tony's lab. Tony did not follow him.

The next day, it was announced that Flash had been expelled. 

Tomorrow's Prompt: Identity Reveal to the Avengers

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