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Peter was, rightfully, terrified. But he was also determined. He had a plan and it would work, he was confident in that.
He was standing in the pristine white elevator after being in the pristine white lobby of stark industries.
Where there was an advanced artificial intelligence that digging just a bit too deep could find his entire past was faked. No matter how much he buried it. Just running through the whole building.
He was on his way to meet one of the smartest men on the planet. (and an Avenger and even if he hates them he knew there was a very public falling out between him and the dreaded Captain America so he is doing alright in his book.)
Peter knew he was smart, Winter had told him as much many many times and so did aunt May and uncle Ben. but he had only been in regular society for about a year, had just made friends, and overall was becoming more of a regular kid. But this did not feel like regular kid activities. You know, plotting to murder the Avengers by getting close to one of them.
The elevator opened silently and stepping out he awkwardly (stupidly) thanked it as the doors closed again. The hallway was glass and behind it sat a huge room with every tool any inventor or scientist would be salivating over. He was officially clocked into his first day at his internship with Tony Stark.
Peter had been less nervous shooting men from hundreds of feet.
Taking a deep breath, steeling his nerves and putting on a carefully crafted mask and knocked on the door. The music that was thumping in the room quieted as what appeared to be the glass slid open.
“Kid! Thought you wouldn't show up.” Stark laughed, Peter cracked an awkward smile and shuffled in. He looked around noting everything he could see, the spots where things he couldn't see just yet were hidden away. He would get through this day with a glowing review from the man and he knew it.
So that's what he did. Peter acted as the perfect 16 year old child who was awkward and too smart for his own right. And it worked. Tony Stark now dubbed Mr. Stark was inviting him back the same time next week, promising to text him. He knew the man looked into every piece of his fake past, trying to find a flaw in his perfect cover up.
Peter wouldn't let him.
So maybe the whole time was spent dancing around him verbally as they worked on a simple machine the inventor was working on, that was fine with him. So thats what he did.
For weeks he had started to allow himself to act comfortable around the man, he met the Avengers that weren't hiding from the government.
And if he was both excited and terrified to meet the Black Widow who was to care much? He pretended to be excited for all of them, it was just real that one time. But now here Peter was, having random calls and texts in the middle of the night from the nocturnal man and having movie nights and regular dinners with the Avengers.
Peter was at the moment next to Tony on his huge couch various people were scattered around, Petter Pots was on Tony’s other side. He was watching the movie, how to lose a guy in 10 days, maybe a bit too closely with enemies around him but he was enjoying it. When Natasha asked him to meet him in the kitchen.
“Have you not seen many movies before?” she asked bluntly when they reached the empty kitchen, the movie playing faintly behind them, he listened to it in the background.
“Not many American ones before moving in with my aunt and uncle.” he said, a bit distracted, allowing his very real nerves to show through to the spy to throw her off. She narrowed her eyes.
“Which Russian ones then?” she asked switching to Russian, throwing him off. Happily he threw off a list of his favorites and they had a very lovely conversation about plots and the city he grew up in. she seemed to be much less suspicious of him.
“Not that I don’t love this conversation, I wish you would have done this during Snow white the other day. I'm enjoying this one way more.” He said, turning back to the movie as she laughed. He settled back under his blanket.
“What did the scary spider lady need?” Tony whispered concern evident in his voice.
“Nothing, we just talked about home.” He said jokingly adding in a thick accent, “mother Russia.” Which had Tony laughing loudly earning many glares and a few pillows from those around him, especially from Pepper.
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It was many weeks later as he was planning before he meets the pardoned Avengers that he had grown slightly attached to Tony Stark. Begrudgingly he liked the man, who liked him just as much when he was just being his rude self. May and Bed told him to be nicer to the man on the phone but he laughed every time and did truly not enjoy being interrupted from his thoughts at 2 in the morning. Sometimes.
So as he packed his bag for the big day tomorrow he revised the original plan slightly. He would kill Captain America and any Avenger in his way but if it were Tony or Natasha, who had also grown on him, he would incapacitate them. Easier said than done right?