I'm tired and emotional, so enjoy my fic based on that.

Well not really.

This was a request, by yxz1234

Yah.

Haha.

Oops.

NEED SLEEPS.

"Peter, your scanners have been damaged, and you are within twenty minutes of your curfew. I will have to alert boss if you are not headed back within five minutes."

"Yeesh Karen," Peter flopped against the wall. "You don't have to call dad for everything. I'll go in a few minutes, okay?"

"Go now or your curfew will be set forward an hour, as per Boss' instructions."

"Dang it," he yelped. "Dad!"

"Shall I reset the curfew?"

"No," he grumbled. "I'm going, I'm going."

He was already close to the tower, with the lights in view, and he swung to the lower windows before scaling it  to their penthouse floor.

The window was unlocked, and he crept in, slowly pushing it shut with his foot.

"Don't tell Tony I'm here Fri," Peter mumbled.

He didn't register the sounds of faint talking under him until someone shrieked. "hOLY COW WHAT THE ABSOLUTE-"

He jerked in surprise, grip loosening, and he tumbled towards the floor, catching himself at the last second with a web.

He squeezed an eye open, finding himself face to face with his adoptive father's amused face.

"Don't tell me what, now?"

Peter blinked quickly, mind racing for something to say, but failed.

"Catch me!" He promptly let go of the web, throwing himself at his dad.

Tony caught his kid with a choked intake of air, stumbling back, and falling to the couch. "Kid," he wheezed, "you're gonna be the death of me. You've given me half of the gray hairs on my head."

Peter sat up. "Doubtful. Those were already there."

Their cheerful banter was interrupted by the same loud, shocked voice as before. "Stark- you have-"

They turned, and Peter realized there were, in fact, more people in the room then the two.

Not just other people, the avengers.

Clint Barton was the one gaping, hands flailing wildly as he searched for words. "A chILD?"

Peter's eyes were wider than plates as he stared at his childhood heroes.

"Wow." He tugged on his dad's shirt sleeve, pointing frantically at the others. "Dad, dad, dad you didn't tell me the avengers were coming!"

Clint interrupted, voice still higher with shock. "You. Have. A. Kid. And said kid, is a spider themed vigilante!"

He spun to the others. "How did we not see this?"

Natasha grinned at him. "Because we're not blind. Hello little spider," she added, sending a soft smile Peter's way.

"Hey Nat," he said shyly.

Clint gaped at her. "Nat! You knew?"

"Of course I knew," Nat rolled her eyes. "I've known for weeks. He's my little spider nephew."

"Watch out," Steve deadpanned. "Next stop: taking over the world."

Tony pulled Peter to his side. "Nope. I refuse. He isn't even out of high school yet."

Peter squirmed in his seat, cheeks turning red. "Can I go do my homework now, and pretend you're a normal, non embarrassing father?"

"Kid," Clint put it, "sorry to say it, but those don't exist."

Tony looked affronted. "Excuse you, i can be perfectly unembarrassing."

With an enormous eyeroll, Peter flopped back down on his dad's lap. "Like the time you dropped me off at school in your Iron man pajamas?"

Ignoring the snickers from the rest of the room, Tony poked his son in the side. "That was one time, Pete."

"Or the time-"

His sentence was cut off with a yelp as he dropped to the floor to escape his father's tickling.

"They don't need the details, Pete."

"Oh come on!"