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Peter woke to his alarm clock going off. Ughh. He slammed his hand over it and turned it off. Then Jarvis decided to be so very helpful and informed him that he had to get up.
“No shit Jarvis,” he replied.
If Jarvis has eyes, they would have rolled into the back of his head.
“I’m just informing you sir, you looked like you were falling asleep again.”
Peter grumbled and rose from his bed, just as his dad stuck his head through the door.
“You up kid?” His dad, Tony Stark, asked.
Peter groaned once again.
“Yes dad, and you don’t need to tell me, Jarvis and my alarm clock tell me every day.”
His dad laughed and Peter tried to hide his smile and got up to go to his closet. His closet was huge, about the size of a master bedroom, and it hid a huge secret. Peter rearranged his closet a while ago under the disguise of trying to stop buying a lot of clothes. What he really did was make it about 90% smaller. Instead of being the size of a master bedroom it was just a wall with hangers and shelves. His parents were supportive, but little do they know that behind the wall he put in there is a miniature lab full of his Spider-Man equipment.
His parents have no idea that he’s Spider-Man, and he’s going to do everything in his power to keep it that way.
He has multiple suits, web fluid, diagrams, and scanners that alert him as to when there’s crime in the city. Peter’s quite proud of it, even though it’s nothing compared to his own downstairs. Of course he has his own lab, but he can’t hide his spidey work from his parents down there, in his closet he can.
He picks out a Captain America shirt with the shield in the middle, some jeans, and even grabbed his converse with Captain America’s shield on the heel.
His Pops will be proud, his dad…..
Peter let out a sigh and turned to the rest of his room. It was about the size of a small apartment. It had his bed, which literally hovered off the ground, some couches, multiple tv’s, a mini kitchen with a fridge and a microwave, some holotables, a bunch of shelves with books and Avengers equipment, and of course his own bathroom.
Peter finally decided to go to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. His Pops was there with his apron that says “kiss me I’m Captain America.” His dad has it customized as a birthday present, and of course his Pops always wears it when he’s cooking.
“Hey Peter,” his Pops, Steve Rodgers said, “love the outfit.”
Peter laughed, “Thanks Pops, whatcha making?”
“Pancakes, waffles, eggs, sausage, croissants, bacon, and toast,” he replied.
Peter sighed, “this is what we get for living with Avengers.”
His Pops laughed, and as if they were listening in Clint walked into the room with Nat, Bucky, and Bruce.
“What’s cooking?” Clint asked.
“A lot,” Peter replied.
Clint laughed and sat down at the table where Peter was already sat.
“Where’s Dad,” Peter asked his Pops.
“He already ate breakfast so he’s probably down in his lab or the garage,” Steve responded.
Peter nodded and started eating breakfast. He talked with all of his uncles and one aunt. The Avengers thought it would be nice to live together and instead of living at the compound in the middle of nowhere, they decided to live in Stark Tower.
Peter took his time with conversation until he realized he had to leave if he wanted to make it to school on time. He quickly said his goodbyes and ran to his room to grab his backpack, green jacket, and Spider-Man suit (for patrol after school). He quickly shoved his suit in his backpack and ran to the elevator. He was on the 97th floor of Stark Tower, and he needed to get to the garage, 99 floors below him.
Jarvis took him to the garage where his dad was working on his car.
“Dad!” Peter yelled.
Tony jumped a bit not realizing that Peter had entered the garage.
“What?” He asked.
“You’re working on MY car, how am I supposed to get to school?” His car is his pride and joy, and the least conspicuous car he could get his dad to buy him.
For his 16th birthday his dad insisted on buying him a car, his dad also wanted to get him a brand new lambo or ferrari. Peter persuaded him not to buy an expensive and fancy car, but instead a black Jeep Wrangler. He loves his Jeep, and right now his dad is tinkering with it and he can’t drive it to school.
His dad just shrugged, “take one of mine.”
Peter looked around the garage and grabbed at his hair in agitation. All his dad had was really expensive brand new cars or really expensive vintage cars. Peter can’t just show up with a half a million dollar car and expect no one to question how he got it.
No one knows he’s the child of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. And bringing a car that costs more than his supposed house will ruin that.
“DAD, I can’t do that,” he practically yelled.
Tony sighed, “you’re car isn’t okay to drive, the updates are taking longer than I suspected.”
Peter gripped his hair again, “ughhh!”
Tony looks down sorrowfully, “Are you really that ashamed that I’m your dad, that you don’t want anyone to know?”
Peter dropped his hands and ran to hug his dad, “of course I’m not ashamed, I just don’t want people to treat me differently.”
Tony wrapped his arms around Peter and gave him a squeeze.
Tony wiped at his eyes and replied, “I understand Peter, people treated me different because of my dad.”
Peter only nodded, and finally took the keys to his dad’s lambo, a red Huracán Performante Spyder.
If only his dad knew how ironic that was.
If he takes a new one and crashes it, his dad can buy a new car, if he crashes and old one….
His dad might kill him.
He got in, put on sunglasses, and drove down the tunnel that opened into a parking garage that SI workers use. The tunnel comes out of the ground and only he, Aunt Pepper, and the Avengers have access to it.
He left the garage and put the roof down. He headed towards school and blasted Sunflower by Post Malone.
As he drove down the street people stared and pointed at him.
It’s not everyday you see a 17 year old kid driving a lambo.
At the next red light he pulled up his hood and quickly turned left to get to school. He finally arrived and didn’t think his day could get any worse.
If only he knew how wrong he was.