Hey guys! Just a heads up, Aunt May is Tony's sister.
Peter is Tony's real son

Peter's POV

I guess my Peter luck decided to come back from its holiday today. Ned supposedly felt like he was run over by a truck and had to stay home, and MJ was sitting at the back of the classroom avoiding anyone and sketching in her crisis book, leaving me all alone.

With Flash.

By the time I got to school class had just began, the teacher giving me a small and yet sympathetic smile as I sat down in the only seat available.

Which was next to Flash.

At first he just jabbed me in the ribs a little like some sort of bored 5 year old who wanted some attention, he was whispering things like 'why were you late penis? Busy sucking people's dicks to make some extra money?' or things like 'no wonder why your aunt killed herself'. My heart felt like it was stabbed with one of Loki's knives at that remark.

My aunt May died of cancer (f*** that disease and everything it stands for) several months ago, Tony mourned the early death of his sister for weeks, staying in the labs for longer periods of time and doing nothing much but letting silent tears fall down his face. 

Sooner or later he stopped, not wanting to waste his life crying for her, which is not what May would off wanted.

I ignored Flash as much as I could, obviously making him a little pissed off. The bell rang loudly, my ears still ringing for several seconds. I paused, allowing myself to recover, of course being bitten by a radioactive spider definitely had its ups and downs.

 As the day proceeded Flash's taunting and constant jabs started to get more and more aggressive, adding a few punches and kicks along the way.

By the time the final bell rang, signalling us to scram, Flash had gotten very irritated as he didn't get any output or reaction from me. One of his stronger goons gripped my arm tightly, tight enough to leave a bruise in the morning. 

He only tugged me over to the lockers held me there until the halls were clear of any lingering students or teachers, I hit the hard metal with a thud, wincing slightly at the impact. My arms pinned by two of Flash's so called friends, the boy himself standing in front of me, a nasty smirk planted on his dark skin. 

"Yo Penis, why have you been ignoring me?!" I only looked down in response, only angering him more. Bad decision. I winced again as his fist collided with my stomach, hard and fast.
"I asked a question Penis!" 

He punched me in the guts again, sending pain through my body. It wouldn't of hurt as much if my spidey senses from last night's patrol didn't act up. The two goons dropped me, the three kicking me around the place, my back pressing against the hard and cold metal from the lockers. 

"BOYS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" A voice rang out, echoing through the nearly empty hallway. The blows stopped, pain still shooting through my already sore and bruised body. 
"You three, suspension for 2 days! I can't believe that you still think that it's okay to do these kind of things!" I heard a mumbled 'yes mr Harrington' before the footsteps faded away, leaving me and the teacher alone.

"Are you okay Peter? Do you want to go to the sickbay?" I somehow managed to wheeze out a 'no', using a lot of effort to pick myself up and drag my injured body to the spot Happy was parked, I coughed up a surprisingly large amount of blood, leaning over and facing the concrete. I wiped my mouth, dropping myself onto the leather seats and closing the door with a quiet bang.

"You okay kid? Usually by now you would off started to talk my ear off about memes and vines."
"I'm okay." I slurred out, trying to cover up the pain in my voice.

The divider was still up, meaning that Happy wouldn't of been able to see me, good. That means that there is more time for my body to heal itself without being interrogated the whole trip. I sighed, leaning back onto the seat and closing my tired eyes.

I jolted awake as we hit a bump, meaning that we had arrived. There was always a stray rock that we never got bothered to get rid of, I guess its just apart of the tower's driveway now. I snagged my bag, hooking onto my right shoulder before muttering a thanks to Happy before he drove off to park the car, the fresh and slightly windy air caressing my cheek. 

Time skip

I had taken a quick shower, bruises from Flash already fading away. Except for a distinctive purple and black bruise that had formed on my face, travelling from under my eye, running across the cheek bone. 

I sighed, pulling on my navy blazer and heading down to the intern labs. 

Tony insisted that I wore formal clothing at least once every year while visiting the others for 'good moral' or something. I mean, says the person who eats cheeseburgers during press conferences. 

The elevator dinged lightly as the metal doors opened, I stepped out onto the lower level intern labs to check on the people. I heard whispers as people began to straighten up their uniforms and partner checking, I smiled as Lucas walked up to me.
"Hey Mini boss, heir of the Stark industries." He added. 

"Are you okay? You seem a little beat up." He mentioned, pointing at my face.
"It's nothing I can't handle." Lucas just smiled, trusting my word.
"Can you come here and check this, we've been working on it for weeks now and just can't figure it out." I grinned.

"Lead the way."  He showed me an equation that covered several boards. I pointed out some mistakes and rewriting the monster out.
"God that was an ugly one." I said with a chuckle.
"Thank you so much mini boss!" I smiled once more before shoving my hand in my pocket, I continued to walk around, checking every 10th level. 

I smiled as something from the vents dropped down into my hands, an empty sprite can. I eyed a large trash can that was roughly 20 metres away from where I was standing, a few other interns started to run around, collecting all of their empty beer and soda cans. 

I mean, even Clint knew about my love for vines and memes.

"THIS BITCH EMPTY! YEET!!!" We all yeeted our cans, mine being the only one actually landing inside the bin itself. I laughed along with the others, vines were one thing that we all had in common and was something that brought us all together. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I swivel around to see my dad and the hottest boy I've ever laid my eyes on.

I mean, someone catch me.

i'm having a bi panic .

Harley's POV

"Hey old man!" I said, looking at the smiling figure in the driver's seat. The smell of motor oil and machinery hung in the air, I sighed with contempt as I relaxed in the back seat. 

"Hey Harley, how are you settling in? Is New York good?" I grinned, nodding. My family and I moved in two weeks ago, I received a phone call from a mysterious number on the 15th day. Old man called me telling me that he wanted to know if I was willing to take up an internship, of course my answer was yes, and here I am driving to the avengers compound and the Stark industries tower. 

"Ya know, I have a son that you'll like, he's quite fun and has way too much energy and vines up in that head of his." My face lit up, YES!!! Another viner! 
"You know he's also cute." He said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. Mr Stark knew that I was gayyy, and had nothing against it. 

"Well, get out of the car, let's go!" He said, pulling up in front of the building. It was a truely magnificent sight, the crystal clear windows glimmering and shining in the bright light, standing out amongst every other tower in NYC. (new york city for those that don't know :) )

We walked in, ToNy decided to show every 10th level to me since there were wayyy to many floors. On the 70th floor someone caught my eye, I only saw the back of the person but he was wearing a navy suit, his blazer sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was scribbling down an equation at a rapid pace on a very large chalk board, the only people I knew that could even do that kind of advanced stuff was old man and Bruce.

 Tony guided me to the next few levels, we met the same boy from earlier, but this time he was smiling to himself and holding an empty can. Several other interns were surrounding him with cans in their hands as well, so I couldn't catch his face. Suddenly I heard him yell.

"THIS BITCH EMPTY! YEET!!!" His can landed in the large trash can, but the others just fell to the ground a few feet away from it depressingly. He started laughing along with the others, Tony walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. 

He swivelled around, allowing me to get a better look at his face. He had large, chocolate brown does eyes, fluffy hair the same colour as them. His slightly rosey cheeks and perfect skin seemed to glow, his small mouth forming another smile.

"Hey Pete, this is Harley, he's my new intern" Peter dramatically put a hand to where his heart is.
"You're replacing me?!" He said, gasping just as dramatically. God he is super cute.

"Nahh, not yet anyway. What happened to your face?" Peter simply smiled, holding out his hand.
"I'm Peter, tin can over here been treating you good? Hopefully he hasn't said any dad jokes." I gladly took his hand, shaking it. Peter completely ignoring Tony's last question.
"Harley Keener, but you already knew that. By the way, nice choice of vines" Peter chuckled.
"Imma change, see ya later tin can, Harls."

I like him.

Of course you fucking do, I mean like person. He is a literal puppy.

Shuddup deadpool *kicks him in the shins.*