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Peter remembers every last one of his missions...
He was sent on hundreds of them, whether or not they be infiltrating an organization, assassinating a high value target, or simply gathering info for Hydra.
But to him, there was one type of mission which were classified to him as the worst ones...
Being sent out on a mission to kill a person who was completely innocent, a person who was a citizen and the only wrong thing they did was cross paths with the wrong people, those missions where he had to take them out were the worst, they stayed with him more then any of the other ones.
But there was one mission that really made an impact on him, a mission that he'd never forget...
It happened about a month before Melina had rescued him, he was sent on a mission to take out a mother and her two children for getting too close to Tony Stark.
They had told him that the boy, they never told him his name, was actually the biological son to Stark. The daughter though wasn't, she had been born after Stark hooked up with the mother.
Apparently Stark had found out and had offered the mother of two his help in whatever she needed and the woman, Emma had gratefully accepted anything the man was willing to give due to the fact she worked at a diner and only had one source of income.
Too bad Hydra wanted to hurt Stark, hurt him in a way he could never recover from..
And that's where he came in...
——Flashback——
The Spider sat in the helicopter right next to three armed guards in his outfit. His combat gear on and the muzzle firmly placed against his mouth. He stared at the man across from him blankly, not letting any emotions through his gaze.
Emotions were a weakness, and weaknesses got you killed...
The sun was just starting to set along the mountains in the distance, the Tennessee sky looking like an explosion of colors to the Spider, oranges and yellows and reds all spread out across the sky and mixing together.
Peter didn't pay attention to it for that long, he had a mission to accomplish and he needed to keep his focus.
"You know your target Spider. Take them all out and meet us at the rendezvous." The man in the copilot seat said through the Spider's com.
Peter didn't say anything in response, only nodded his head once to let the man know he heard him.
He learned not to ignore a superior a long time ago.
It took only another three minutes before the helicopter landed in a field of grass. Once Spider was given the okay, he unbuckled himself from the seat, grabbed his weapon and hopped out and into the field.
"You know your mission Spider, you have two hours. Get it done and meet us two miles north at the rendezvous. I'm sure you understand what failure will bring you." His superior said through the com as the assassin walked through the field and towards a road that would lead him into the nearest town.
"Understood." He replied this time, his tone blank and full of no emotion.
He knew what would happen if his superiors thought he was slipping.
He did not feel like sitting in that chair anymore then necessary...
He quietly made his way down the path as the helicopter took off towards the rendezvous. It wasn't that long of a walk, maybe five minutes tops but it still gave the young boy time to look at his surroundings.
There was a gentle breeze that swept over him and Peter tried to repress a shiver as it washed over him. He was never really good with the cold, due to his DNA but he had learned to hide it from Hydra a long time ago, after a very harsh punishment for showing weakness once a couple years ago.
He had James though, to get him through that, whether or not he wanted to admit it or not, the man was a comfort these past few years.
Whenever he remembered him...
He tried to shake those thoughts though, now was not the time for distractions, now was the time for focus, for strength, for him to do what needed to be done.
He had a mission to complete, and he would not fail...
The last of the sun had disappeared behind the horizon in the five minutes it took him to walk into town, so it was almost pitch black out besides the lights that were illuminating the town.
That's how you could tell it was starting to become winter...
But Now all he needed to do was to get into position and wait for the targets to arrive.
He snuck around buildings before finding his perch on top of a local market, right across from the diner that the family was eating out at tonight. He placed down his bag before unzipping it and taking out his sniper.
He placed the silencer onto the barrel of the gun, attached the stand and leaned against the small wall to give him support before he aimed down the sights and waited for his targets to arrive.
As he was sat, atop the roof he had a little time to himself as he waited for them to come out of the building.
Deep down, he knew what he was doing was wrong, of course he did. But at the end of the day it was survival out here.
People in the real world wouldn't get it. To them he was just killing innocent people, to them he was just a bloodthirsty assassin.
But to him, he was just trying to survive, he knew if he disobeyed that it would be ten times worse for him in the long run.
You didn't get as smart and as far in life as he did without knowing a thing or two about how things worked.
It was survival of the fittest out here, in the shadows of the world. Where the people didn't dare to look because of the danger.
But the shadows are what Peter was comfortable with, what he knew like the back of his hand. They were like an old friend of his, always there, somewhere in the back, always waiting for him, always near.
They've been a constant all his life and there was nothing he could do about that, except embrace it for now.
Until he could escape...
While stuck in his head, he was suddenly broken out of his thoughts twenty minutes after he arrived on top the roof. He shook his head and looked through the scope to see a mother and her two children.
One boy, one girl.
He inhaled through his nose before holding for three seconds, then he exhaled through his mouth, calming his nerves down before getting ready to take the shot.
But, he hesitated.
Through the scope he saw how both the boy and girl were smiling up at their mother with clear love and adoration through their gaze, Peter from his spot from across the street could see that clear as day.
They loved their mother, and the loss of her would completely destroy them.
It was probably best if he killed them all, three bullets, three shots and get it over with.
But, something inside of him, something was screaming at him not to kill them, not to kill the children, not to kill the mother, not to listen to his oppressors.
He closed his eyes to try and calm himself down a bit but in doing so, his pointer finger which was hovering over the trigger twitched down onto the trigger, sending a bullet straight towards the target.
Straight towards the mother.
Before anyone knew what was happening, the mother dropped down onto the pavement with a bullet hole through her head, causing her children to scream in fright, causing some bystanders to quickly rush over to the children.
Peter cursed under his breath, knowing that there were too many people there now to take shots at the children, to fully complete his mission.
Peter gritted his teeth before ducking down and placing his weapons away into the bag, trying to ignore the cries coming from the two children across the street.
He quickly packed everything up, made sure he wasn't in any line of sight of any cameras before he jumped down and dashed towards the woods, heading north towards the rendezvous.
He knew he'd receive punishment for his failure, he knew pain was surely to come for his mistake.
But he couldn't worry about that right now.
All that was on his mind was the sound of a sobbing little girl and the pleas of a heartbroken son...
—End Of Flashback—
Peter's eyes popped open as he gasped for air...
He quickly sat up in his bed and kicked off everything that was covering him up during the night, tried to get out of his cocoon of silk sheets and fluffy blankets all the while trying to catch his breath.
He gulped down air as he tried to get a grip on his mind, trying not to think of that night all those years ago.
He hated that memory, more than anything else.
He hated Hydra, with a passion. He hated what they made him, he hated that he was the way he was because of them.
That every time he went out as Spider-Man, he knew that those powers were because of them, and he had used them once to hurt people instead of help.
It was a constant reminder of what he had done under their thumb, a constant pain in the back of his head that reminded him that no matter what he did, no matter how much good he accomplished...
He would always be a man of shadow, a human who wasn't a hero, wasn't a good person. He was a survivor, a young man who did whatever it takes to survive, the consequences be damned. No matter who he killed, no matter who he hurt.
He would always be apart of that world, the shadows. The real world, if they knew who he truly was, would never accept him, would never understand.
James would though...
Peter sighed and rubbed his hand down his face as he tried to distract himself from the sudden feelings of bitterness and betrayal that usually popped up whenever he thought of Soldier.
It had been awhile since James had left him, but even now it still stung a little, that James left without ever saying goodbye.
A small part of him knew it was Hydra that took him away, but it still stung nonetheless.
After another minute he finally got up from his bed and walked over to his dresser to get ready for the day.
Man he hated Mondays...
After about fifteen minutes of getting dressed, making sure he had all of his books for the day, his homework done and his homemade suit at the bottom of his bag for patrol after school, he walked out of his room towards the kitchen where he could hear Felicia cooking breakfast.
"Morning." He said quietly as he placed his bag on the couch and sat down at the bar stool at the kitchen counter. From her place at the stove, she turned around briefly and made eyebrow contact with him before offering a soft smile that she only had for him, before turning back around, "Morning Peter. Sleep well?" She asked, getting a groan from the young man.
Felicia hummed in acknowledgment as she heard his response, making sure to focus on the eggs she was cooking so she didn't burn them as she responded, "That bad?" She whispered, not knowing if his senses were acting up as well, but also not wanting to take the chance of her voice hurting said senses.
Peter sent her a grateful look before answering back in a whispered tone of voice as well, "Yeah. Nightmare."
Felicia pursed her lips in thought as she took the spatula and placed two eggs on each plate. She reached over to the toaster and picked up the toast as well before reaching for a knife.
As she started to butter the toast, she spoke up, "Same one?"
Peter hummed affirmatively, as he rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes. Felicia clicked her tongue before placing two pieces of buttered toast on each of their plates before taking both of them, setting one down in front of her charge as she sat down next to him with her plate.
As Peter started to eat his eggs, Felicia laid one of her hands across his back, rubbing soothing circles in a pattern which she hoped would help calm him down.
Throughout the years she has learned that no matter how tough or independent Peter acted, he wouldn't say no to someone rubbing his back when needed, or running her hand through his hair when he's stressed.
She watched as he subtly relaxed at her touch and leaned his back into her hand, causing her to smile fondly at the boy. She waited a few seconds before speaking up though, giving him time to sort through his own thoughts.
"It's not your fault, you know that." She murmured as she leaned forward to lay a kiss on the crown of his head.
Peter scoffed before taking a bite of his toast. He waited until he was done chewing though before speaking, that one detail amusing the women to no end.
Even when he was running on emotions he still made sure to be polite...
"I should've stopped. But those kids will never have their mother because of me." He said quietly, with a voice filled with so much shame and guilt it made Felicia pause for a moment.
She turned towards him and made sure she was looking right into his eyes before speaking, "The only one to blame is Hydra, I know that, and I'm sure you know that too. You may have killed that woman but you were just following orders. There's nothing you could've done that would've changed her fate." She whispered as she held his chin in her hand, making sure Peter kept eye contact with her as she told him this.
"You we're surviving Peter, trust me I know what that's like. Doing whatever you have to do to survive, it's not easy." She sighed before slightly shaking her head, "But sometimes, things happen. And all you can do is move forward, move on from the past, and get over it. You'll spend the rest of your life with this guilt and shame if you don't try to move past it. It'll be the death of you." She finished, smiling sadly at him, making him huff and shake his head.
"When did you get so wise?" He asked wryly with one raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile across his face.
Felicia's smile turned a little more upbeat when she saw that and heard his question, "Since looking after you. You've really done wonders for my wisdom. But, I could be biased." She smirked at him which made him softly chuckle.
Peter smiled up at her as he looked into her eyes with so much trust and love that it almost took Felicia's breath away. There was a time in her life where she thought she'd never have anyone in her life again.
But this boy changed her entire life.
He was her entire world nowadays and she wouldn't have it any other way...
"Thank you." He said before turning back around to finish his food, knowing that he didn't need to say anything else.
"No problem." Felicia shrugged before she too turned back to her food and started eating. They both ate their food in comfortable silence after the fact, not needing to speak anymore with everything said.
They didn't always need to use words to communicate, and sometimes the silence spoke enough volumes to the both of them.
It's taken years but they both have gotten pretty good at reading the others moods.
Peter finished before her, as he usually did so he got up and placed his dish near the sink before walking over to the couch to grab his backpack.
As he was walking past her he placed a kiss on her cheek before offering her a one armed hug before he walked towards the door, "See yah later Felicia." He said after he pulled his arms back.
"Patrol right?" She asked, trying to smoother her smile as she swallowed the last bite of her eggs.
"Yup, I'll be back before dinner though." Peter replied as he walked over to grab his converse.
"Stay safe. You know to call me if you need anything." She called out.
She couldn't help it that she still worried about him, no matter how strong he was.
"I know, I know. See you later." Peter waved his hand and rolled his eyes as he walked out the door of their penthouse.
"Rude." Felicia muttered with a smirk.
Harley woke with a gasp of air...
He inhaled shakily through his nose before he shook his head and got up from his bed and groaned.
He hated nightmares...
The teen sat on the end of his bed and tried to calm himself down. He reached over and grabbed the picture frame that was there, a picture that never failed to make him both sad and happy.
It was a picture of him, his sister and mother. It was a few months before she had died, where they had gone to the local mall and had been shopping for new clothes and the picture was of all of them wearing funny hats and smiling into the camera.
God he missed his mother.
That night is forever etched into his mind, he couldn't forget it, forget the despair he felt as he watched his mother bleed out before him and his sister, the sadness it brought, the bitter feeling at the world for taking her and the anger at the person who shot her.
Tony still, to this day has no idea who did it. He knew that the shooter had to be on top of a building from where the bullet entered his...his mother's head and from the angle he found the bullet Tony knew the shooter had to have been on top of the market but ironically none of the cameras were pointed towards the top of that building.
The shooter was skilled and knew how to stay undetected, that much they all knew but even as the years went by, Tony and the Avengers have all tried to figure it out and even Natasha couldn't find out that much info.
Tony deduced that the shooter was trying to get back at him for something. There must have been a breech in his security and someone leaked to the wrong people that he was the biological son of Tony Stark.
His father still tried to apologize for it, saying how it's his fault but Harley doesn't blame him, it's not his fault people are assholes.
But if Harley ever finds out who killed his mother...
There would be hell to pay, that he was sure of...
He finally decided it was time for him to get up and stop thinking of these not so happy thoughts before someone came crashing into his room to remind him he still had school today.
He did not feel up for school at the moment, but the sudden thought of what waited for him at Midtown woke him up a bit, because the Avengers had discovered that Peter Hardy, the school outcast was the long lost son of Natasha Romanoff.
Man, it's still weird thinking of The Black Widow as a mother.
Even weirder that he was trained by Bucky as an assassin for years before he had apparently escaped.
Well, no matter what he thought about it, he had to do his best to befriend the boy, for his aunt Nat, he could do this. After all the times she has helped him out whenever he needed it, he could do this one thing for her, to make friends with her son.
He'd make sure that they'd be reunited as soon as possible.
After all he was family, even if he didn't know it yet. And Harley would do anything for family.
Felicia smiled to herself as Peter closed the door and made his way out of the building towards school.
She couldn't put into words how much she loved that damn kid. He has been a core part of her life for so long that she couldn't imagine her life without him.
It was simply not a life that Felicia wanted to live if Peter wasn't there.
God, when did she become such a mom?
After another moment thinking about how much she loved her damn kid, she spun her chair around and got up to bring her plate over to the sink.
She rolled her eyes when she saw that Peter had placed his plate on the counter, and not the filled up sink to soak it before she washed it but it's not like she was mad.
It was just a little pet peeve that he knows she hates, but does it anyways when he wants to be a little shit.
But she wouldn't change him for the world...
She spent the next ten minutes cleaning the dishes from last night and this morning before placing them all in the strainer to let them dry. She walked down the hallway towards the master bedroom to get clothes out for today and to get ready for a shower.
An hour later she was in a pair of skinny jeans and a normal white blouse and black shawl while sitting on her armchair reading a book.
Suddenly though, her doorbell wrung which made her look up at her door with slightly narrowed eyes and a tilt to her head.
She never usually had visitors, not really. She would sometimes get packages that were brought up on occasion but she didn't order anything, and she knew of nothing that would be here this early in the morning.
She quickly placed her book down after marking her page and slowly made her way over towards the door with caution in every step.
She didn't know what to expect when she got to the door and opened it, but it definitely wasn't what she got.
Because standing in front of her was The Black Widow along with her sister, dressed in casual clothes as the agents both stared at her.
Before she could say anything though, Romanoff spoke up, "Good morning Miss Hardy. If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to speak with you about something." She said with a raised eyebrow and that one gesture made her think of her charge. He always did that damn eyebrow thing, it was his signature look and to see it on Romanoff made her gut drop for some reason.
She narrowed her eyes though and opened her door a little more, "Of course, would you like some tea? Coffee?" She asked out of common courtesy, allowing the two spies to walk into her home.
Her sister was about to speak up, Yelena, If Felicia wasn't mistaken, but Romanoff softly elbowed her sister in the ribs before she could say anything, "No thanks, we just want to talk." She smiled politely at the woman.
Felicia nodded while taking the lead towards her living room. The woman caught sight of both of them looking at her mantle where pictures were framed, more specifically pictures of her and Peter.
She watched as different emotions passed through Romanoff's eyes before she put her mask back on and sat down on the couch as she took the chair.
Warning number two...
She cleared her throat before looking into the Black Widow's eyes, "So, Miss Romanoff, what can I do for you?" She asked.
"Please, Natasha will do just fine." She waved off.
"Then Felicia will suffice as well."
Natasha nodded, "Very well. I'm sure you have many questions as to why I'm here."
"I do." She said, placing her hands in her lap as she fiddled with the bracelet Peter had made for her a few months after the alien invasion.
Both assassins took notice of the action...
"We just want to speak about your...son. If that's alright." Natasha said and Felicia did take notice of the way she hesitated when she had called Peter her son.
Warning number three...
"What about Peter? He hasn't caused any trouble has he? He's always been a prankster I'm afraid and I'm sure he didn't mean it." She said with practiced ease.
When he was in middle school, she had to have been privy to at least five calls a month due to him and his little pranks on kids. According to him though, he only pranked bullies so she wasn't that mad about those years.
Why would she be made if he was standing up to bullies?
"No, nothing like that ma'am. We just...we want to speak to you about...well..." Yelena spoke up but by the end she trailed off like she didn't really know how to finish her statement.
"What?" Felicia raised an eyebrow, "What's this about then? What do you want from me?" She asked, the pit in her stomach growing as this conversation continued on.
She had a real bad feeling about this now...
What if they found out he was Spider-Man? What would they do? Would they take him from her? Would they lock him up in the Raft and force him to do the governments bidding? Did they find out about his past?
One thing for sure was she wouldn't give him up without a fight.
"He's not yours, is he? Biologically speaking." Natasha suddenly said which made Felicia freeze.
So this was where it was going...
"No, he's not. But I've raised him since he was a boy. He's lived with me for almost a decade and blood doesn't matter to me, he's mine where it counts." Felicia said with narrowed eyes, watching Natasha's left eye twitched as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold her tongue for some reason.
Felicia now had a very bad feeling about this surprise meeting...
"What if," Yelena cut in, seeing as her sister was about a second away from exploding, "We told you we found his biological mother?" She said the fateful words which made Felicia's whole body flinch as she felt a sudden coldness wash down her spine.
She glared openly at the two assassins now, "I'd say, where's your proof?"
Natasha and Yelena looked at each other before Natasha spoke up in a voice, barely above a whisper, "Melina, she's his grandmother. Isn't she?" When Felicia nodded her head reluctantly, Natasha started speaking again, "Melina is my mother." She admitted.
Felicia's whole body froze once she heard those words. She wasn't an idiot, she knew how to put two and two together. She knew what those fateful words meant to the assassin in front of her and to her.
Peter, her Peter was the son of The Black Widow.
I guess that explained a lot about him, to be honest...
Felicia exhaled shakily before closing her eyes for a second, gathering thoughts before looking up into Natasha's eyes, "You can't take him."
The spy's eyes narrowed but before she could retort Felicia spoke up again, "No, I mean you literally can not. If you try to force that kid to do anything, he does the compete opposite. I'm telling you right now, he will not take kindly to you trying to uproot his life." She said seriously, trying to show them that she wasn't messing around.
As much as Peter would love to meet his biological mother, he knew that if she came in and tried to force him away from her, he'd fight tooth and nail to stay with her.
And that was putting it lightly.
It didn't even matter if his biological mother was the Black Widow, that would probably just make him fight even harder.
Natasha slumped her shoulders in defeat, "Yeah, I kinda figured he would." She muttered under her breath but both women still heard it.
Felicia sighed and rubbed her hand down her face, "I would be lying if I said I haven't planned for if this day ever happened." She admitted softly.
Natasha looked into her eyes and smiled for the first time sense arriving, "You love him." She stated, but the statement was etched with sadness.
"I've raised him, of I course I do." She said, gesturing to the mantle where there were pictures of the two of them smiling and or smirking into the camera.
Natasha sighed and nodded her head, "I, I get it. Really I do. But, please try to see it from my point of view. If been searching for my son for years, over a decade. It didn't help that my mother never told me who had him." She muttered bitterly before continuing, "I understand that he doesn't remember me, I know he doesn't know me I just, I just want a chance to know my son. Please, I'd do anything." She begged the other woman, knowing this was out of character for her but not caring in the slightest.
Not when her son was involved.
Felicia pursed her lips in thought for a moment, trying to think what would be the best course of action for every party involved. For Natasha, for Peter and her.
Felicia didn't think they knew he was Spider-Man so that was a bonus, but how would Peter take the news that his mother was an Avenger? How would he react when he found out his mother came knocking when he had been at school?
What did she think?
It was insane, it was outlandish but perhaps that was just her fear talking for her. Maybe she thought those things because she was afraid of losing him.
She knew that it wasn't fair to keep him away from her forever, especially since she now knew his real mother. It wouldn't be fair for either of them if she was honest.
But Natasha was a complete stranger to the both of them, they didn't know her, and she didn't know them.
But that was the problem wasn't it? She wanted to know her son, that was all she was asking for.
Who was Felicia to deprive them of forming a bond?
She'd never forgive herself if she took that chance away from Peter...
She bit her lip in thought for a second before she came up with a good idea. Through the years, she's captured moments of Peter's life on video from her old hand held recorder.
Call her sentimental, but there was something about little Peter that made Felicia just want to look back on his life. She knew he wouldn't always be that small and adorable, so she wanted to capture as much of his life as she could.
It served in her favor at this moment though...
"Give me a second." Felicia said as she got up from her chair and walked over to the shelf over by the mantle where she kept a box full of the home videos.
She grabbed the box and walked back over to the living room and placed it on the coffee table in between her and the assassins.
The two of them looked up and Natasha raised an eyebrow at her, "What's this?" She asked.
Felicia huffed at the similarity's between her and Peter before talking, "It's a box full of recordings. I made hard copies of them so I still have the originals, but I thought this would help you get to know a little about your son while I talk to him." She admitted.
"So, you will speak to him? About, me?" She asked, "Are you gonna tell him who I really am?"
"Of course I will." Felicia scoffed, "I don't lie to that child. He'd sniff it out before I even could if I did. Plus he deserves to know." She said which made both females across from her snort in amusement.
"Sounds like someone I know." Yelena rolled her eyes towards her sister which made Natasha smile to herself.
"Thank you." Natasha said after a moment staring at the box, reaching out to take it like it was the most precious thing in her life at the moment, "It means a lot to me that, that you're willing to do this for me."
Felicia waved her hand at the woman, "Don't mention it. Peter would never forgive me if I kept him from his biological family. He's always told me he's curious about his mother. I just never thought she'd come knocking on our doorstep." She shrugged.
Natasha hummed, "Sorry for how I acted. It's just, it's been a while since I've seen him and seeing someone else..." She trailed off.
Yelena though, groaned, "You were an asshole, just say so and apologize!" She rolled her eyes at her sister which made Natasha glare at her sister.
Felicia huffed and a small smirk slid across her face. Natasha muttered something under her breath towards her sister before she looked back up at the platinum hair woman in front of her, "Really though, sorry for all, that."
"Don't mention it."
"Alright, seeing as how we're all done here, I guess we'll be heading back home. Felicia, it was nice to meet you, sister, get your damn box and let's get the fuck moving. I'm sure she doesn't want us here any longer." Yelena exclaimed as she stood up and marched over to the door.
Felicia watched her move with a raised eyebrow before turning to look at Natasha while pointing at the blond, "She sure is a character."
Natasha huffed, "Tell me about it, you don't have to live with her."
"I heard that!!"
"You were supposed to hear it!" Natasha said back before turning to look at Felicia one last time, "Thank you." She said gratefully before getting up and walking towards the door as well.
Felicia watched the both of them leave with a small smile but as soon as they closed the door, the smile slid off her face.
She'd have to have a conversation with Peter once he got back home.
A conversation she still didn't know how to feel about...
Peter wasn't as clueless as his classmates.
People called him the outcast, sure but everyone knew how truly smart he was. He could solve for the atomic weight of an any known element in his head, find the square root of any number in the world, hell he could even calculate the hypotenuse of any triangle if given the correct data.
Needless to say he was very intelligent, and that wasn't him trying to brag about his smarts.
So he didn't understand how none of his other classmates realized that the children of the Avengers literally went to their school...
It was insane!
They weren't inconspicuous at all, they didn't know how to whisper for shit, but that could also be just him with his enhanced hearing and don't even get him started on how they didn't even bother to change their names.
Everyone knew that Clint had three children, but no one knew what they looked like so Peter could see past the Barton Children but for Lang and Stark? Completely unacceptable.
Her name is literally still, Cassie Lang, she didn't even bother to hide it.
Don't even get him started about how the whole world now knows that Harley was Starks child.
The sudden reminder of Harley brought him a wave of sadness but he quickly shook himself out of his stupor and pushed those feelings down.
Now was not the time for that...
The fact was his classmates were completely oblivious and it was times like this where he lost a little faith in his generation...
He was currently in lunch, sitting by himself at his table like normal when Gwen Stacy walked up to his table and sat down.
He raised an eyebrow at the young woman but she only smiled at him, "What? I told you I'd sit with you last Friday." She said.
Peter shrugged his shoulders as he bit into his apple. He waited until he was done chewing before replying, "I didn't really think you'd sit here to be honest. Also kinda forgot about it." He admitted with a small wince which made Gwen chuckle at him.
"It's alright Peter, no offense taken." She smirked which made him huff in amusement. Before he could say anything else he sensed more people coming his way.
He turned to his left to see that the Avenger's group was making their way towards his table, not that anyone else knew they were the Avenger kids.
Well minus Edward and Michelle, but that was besides the point.
He raised his eyebrow at them before speaking, "What have I done to be graced by your presence, hmm?" He asked with a small smirk which made both Gwen and Michelle snort in amusement while the others looked kind of nervous.
Lila was the one to speak up for their group though, "We were wondering if we could sit down with you two? It's perfectly fine if you don't want us but we thought to ask you before we did." She quickly added on the last part which made Peter smile in amusement.
He gestured to his table, "You act like I own the table. Last time I checked, it belonged to the school."
Harley scoffed, "We're just trying to be polite man."
Peter's smirk returned but he didn't look at Harley himself, not wanting to make his mind go back to that night, "Relax, I'm picking fun. Take a chill pill." He said before waving his hand around, "Take a seat, I don't bite. Usually." He added on, his smirk widening when he saw the look of trepidation on some of their faces.
Except for Michelle and Gwen, Michelle was smirking right back as Gwen was trying not to laugh at their faces.
Apparently those two had humor like his...
He watched as everyone sat down at his table and he had to wonder what this was all about. Some might call him paranoid, but he didn't become the best Hydra weapon by not taking in his surroundings and questioning everything around him.
There was a reason he was the best at finding things, finding out secrets that he wasn't supposed to know.
And he wasn't about to stop now.
It was like a constant itch he had, to always know what was happening around him, to always be ready incase something ever happened.
Call it what you will...
It didn't change the fact that it has saved his ass more times then he cares to admit out loud.
The table full of teens sat in awkward silence though for a grand total of ten seconds before Edward broke it.
"So," He started off saying, staring directly at Peter, "I've got a very serious question that will make or break this new friendship."
Peter hummed, "Really now, and what would that be?"
"Star Wars, or Star Trek?"
Peter snorted in amusement before rolling his eyes, "Star wars hands down. If you say Star Trek, your opinion is automatically invalid towards me from this point on." He said.
"Thank you!!! Someone with a sense of culture!" Edward exclaimed while he pointed towards his other friends.
"What's wrong with Star Trek?" Cassie asked with narrowed eyes and arms crossed along her chest.
"I didn't say anything was wrong with Star Trek," Peter shrugged, "I simply said Star Wars was superior."
"Based off what reasoning?" Lila raised an eyebrow at him.
Peter started to talk, listing off the reasons on his fingers as he went along, "Light Sabers, R2-D2, 3PO, badass duels, fucking Yoda, Obi-Wan, the best villain in existence Darth Vader and last but not least, we got better shows then Star Trek." He finished.
"Thank you!!" This time, it was Gwen who exclaimed, "I've been trying to tell my friends that The Mandalorian is a fucking master piece but they won't watch it!"
Edward shook his head, "A tragedy."
Peter sadly nodded his head alongside him, "Indeed, although I'm more of a fan of the Obi-Wan Kenobi series myself."
"Shut the front door, so am I!!" Edward smiled.
Peter nodded his head, "Now you are a man of culture. You now have my utmost respect Edward." Peter smirked.
Said teen blushed a bit at the use of his full name before he spoke up, "You can call me Ned, that's what my friends call me anyways." He shrugged.
Peter stared at the other boy for another second before a small smile made its way across his face. He gestured towards himself, "Names Peter, my friends call me Peter too." He said in amusement which made the other occupants at the table laugh.
Maybe it wasn't bad if he had a few normal friends...
Harley was the first child to walk into the common room after school got out.
Everyone was in there, waiting for the kids to get home to see what they learned from Peter today, hoping that they had luck with getting to know the boy.
As soon as the elevator opened and Harley walked out and saw everyone staring at him, he huffed before staring at Natasha, "Your son is a giant Star Wars nerd, just so you know." He said before sitting down on the couch, flinging his backpack across the back of the furniture.
"That's an understatement." Lila commented dryly as she sat down on one of the armchairs, "He's a full blown fanatic like Ned. The two of them spent the most of our lunch period with Gwen discussing what there favorite movies are."
"Yeah you'd think for a person who didn't talk unless spoken to, he'd have a lot less to say to us." Cooper commented as he walked in with Cassie and Abby by his side. Harley's sister just getting back from middle school where happy had picked her up from.
Cassie shrugged though, "He likes what he likes. We know what'll get him to talk though. Just tell him Star Trek is better than Star Wars and he'll fight you on it for hours."
Harley hummed before he looked back towards his aunt, "Any luck talking with his guardian?" He asked.
Natasha smiled slightly before nodding her head, "She told me she'd talk to him herself. While waiting though, she gave me a box of recordings of Peter when he was little. Hopefully he agrees to meet me." Natasha shrugged.
Yelena snorted though, "My sister forgot to mention the fact that she got possessive over her son whom she hadn't seen in a decade, in front of his guardian who has been looking out for him! For years!" She smirked at her red headed sister which caused the others in the room to chuckle while the spy glared at the blond.
Natasha rolled her eyes, "Haha very funny."
Tony smirked at her before asking a genuine question, "So, you gonna watch those videos?" He asked.
"Yeah, alone." She said pointedly staring at the man which made him huff.
"Rude." He muttered.
Since Peter started this whole vigilante business, he's come across many different faces.
To the enhanced PI known as Jessica Jones, to the man with indestructible skin known as Luke cage, a woman with a dragon powered sword, a man with dragon powered guns, hell even an ex marine who kills the worst of the worst with nothing but guns, and his bare hands.
Just recently, He's even met up with the devil of Hell's Kitchen, the original vigilante of the city.
But never in his adventures has he ever met someone as...unique as Deadpool.
And he most certainly did not expect to first meet him after school on a Monday while trying to track down the Maggia shipping manifest for the next month.
He was simply stacking out the warehouse waiting to strike when his senses warned him about someone behind him.
He turned around and came face to face with a man in a red and black suit with white eyes.
"Hello spider boy, I've been dying to meet you, and I'm sure the readers have been too." He said happily while having his hand off towards the right. Peter looked over and saw that nothing was there at all though.
"What. The fuck?" He deadpanned.
"Look! It's Spider-Man! Get him!!"
Well shit...
Things just got a lot more complicated...