Lab Accident

What to Expect:
-IronDad/SpiderSon
-Mama Spider
-Superfamily
-Parley (HarleyXPeter) ((It's okay if you don't ship it but please don't yell at me about how 'other ships are better' or 'you should have done X Ship!' Because I ship Parley and that's my decision to write it that way. If you want to mentally change that character go ahead, but no ship wars please. Thank you))

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"Alright, alright, just a few more drops..." Bruce and Tony were messing with chemicals in the lab. They didn't have any specific aim, just to have some fun. Safely, of course.

That is, until Tony's adopted son burst into the lab and ran over to them, tripping on air and falling flat on his face, knocking over a beaker of chemicals onto himself as he did so.

"Peter!" Tony exclaimed, rushing over to his son and lifting him to his feet. He ran his fingers along the boy's face, checking for injuries or chemical burns.

"Sorry Dad!" Peter shuffled his feet, eyes wide and glancing around, "Did I break anything?! I'm so sorry I can pay for it-"

"Kid, you don't have to pay for it. Now let's get you to the medbay, alright?" Tony held Peter's wrist gently, leading him out of the lab and down the hall to the med bay. Sitting the shaking boy down on a hospital-style bed he told him that everything was alright. "You don't have to worry about it Kid. It wasn't anything important. I'm more worried about you."

It was then that Dr. Cho((A/N is this the doctor at the tower? She's pretty consistent in fanfics so I'm just assuming please tell me if I'm wrong)) hurried over to them and started looking Peter over. She did all the normal lab-injury tests and everything appeared fine, and so by dinner Peter was able to leave.

"Try to be less clumsy," she teased as the Tony and Peter left, though some air of seriousness was left in the statement.

"No promises," Peter responded, grinning.

The pair headed up to the Avengers communal area where the others were waiting so they could eat dinner. Clint had already started and was on his second slice of pizza, Sam halfway done with his first. The others were polite enough to wait.

Peter smirked as they all started eating, he and Tony joining them at the table. Three pizzas and a conversation about socks later, Peter ran to grab the cookies he and Bucky had made earlier. He passed two out to each of them, excluding Sam and Clint.

"Why don't we get cookies!?" Clint whined.

"Because you started eating without the rest of us," Peter said with his mouth full of cookie, "so you have to wait till everyone else is done for your dessert."

Tony burst out laughing and Nat smirked. "Baby-Spider," Nat said in Russian, "They have to wait till all of us are done, correct?"

Peter nodded, eyes wide as he realized what Nat was doing.

"Do you have anything I could put this in?" Nat asked, waving her cookie around, "I plan to save it for another time."

"NATASHA!" Clint whined, "how could you!?"

Peter collapsed on the floor laughing, nearly choking on his cookie. He saw Tony laughing too, and through tears of joy he could see Bruce rolling his eyes before getting up to find a Tupperware container for Nat.

"You," Sam said through gritted teeth, "are evil."

After about an hour Nat finally ate her cookie and so Peter gave Sam and Clint theirs, but the pair still grumbled about how unfair Peter was being.

The teen simply laughed and headed out on patrol, a smile on his face. He loved his family.

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Tony always started his day with coffee—he couldn't function without it. So when Peter came barreling into his room at four in the morning, whining about dogs and school and something else Tony couldn't do anything but groan and tell Peter to wait at least another hour before waking him up.

Thankfully, Peter did as he asked. Until ten minutes later when Pepper came in yelling about the same thing, so he finally got out of bed, mumbled something about needing coffee, and then headed to the kitchen to get some.

After the first cup he felt much better, going to the living room and finally realizing what his family had been yelling about.

Tony's mug slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor, though that didn't even register in the billionaire's mind because Peter was covered in fur.

Okay, covered was a bit of a stretch. But golden fur still hung around the boy's neck and upper chest. A pair of dog ears stuck out from Peter's head and now he noticed the long tail that was slowly moving back and forth like a pendulum behind Peter.

"What the fuck."

"Tony," Pepper said, "We can't send him to school like this."

"Yeah, yeah, I see that. What do you think caused this?"

"I don't know, Tony, but I'm clearing your schedule for the day so you better figure it out," Pepper said, "Now, I'm off. We'll fix this, alright Peter?" Pepper gave Peter a short kiss on his forehead before leaving the penthouse.

"Come on," Tony said, scratching the back of his neck, "Let's head to the lab and get you fixed up, alright?"

Peter nodded numbly and followed, his eyes wide and still panicked.

A little while later Bruce joined them and helped out. They were trying to think of what could have possibly caused it when Bruce thought of something. "Could it have been the chemicals?"

Tony looked to Bruce for clarification, then realized what he meant. "Yeah. Yeah it could have been. Though I'm not sure why it would have done this."

"Why don't we worry about it after lunch," Peter suggested. The two scientists turned to the clock and laughed at how they'd once again lost track of time.

"Sounds good," Tony said and the three headed up to the communal floor, heating up left over pizza from the night before.

"Peter?" Clint's voice was questioning and his gaze moved to Tony. "You're letting him skip school?"

"Barton, have you gone blind now as well as deaf?" Tony asked.

Clint looked back at Peter, finally noticing that the boy was now half-dog. "Well would you look at that." The archer then turned around, muttering something about how he needed more sleep, and crawled away through the vents.

"Peter," FRIDAY said, "You're needed on Floor 38."

"Alright, Thanks Fri," Peter said, heading towards the elevator. He paused. "I can go, right?"

Tony nodded. "If you don't mind people seeing you like that, then yeah, go ahead."

Peter headed down to Floor 38, which just so happened to be the engineering labs. As he wandered down the hall someone crashed into him, knocking him to the floor.

"Sorry!" They said, helping him up, "it's just that I've been away for a week and I'm finally back and now I hear that my boyfriend is here so-" the person stopped, jaw slack.

"Harley?" Peter waved his hand in front of his boyfriend's face, holding back a laugh. "Hellooo?"

"Peter!" Harley jumped at Peter—nearly knocking him down again—and started peppering his face with kisses. "I've missed you!"

Peter gave a happy bark and his tail started wagging furiously. Harley stared at him with a questioning look upon hearing Peter bark, then looked him over and finally noticed the whole dog thing.

"What..." Harley started a question, then shook his head. "You know what? I could care less if you're a furry. I just wish you'd told me."

"I'm not a furry," Peter said, "And if I were I wouldn't be dog. I'm not actually sure what happened, but Bruce and Tony think that it's because I spilled some chemicals yesterday."

"So all this fur is growing on your body?" Harley asked, "how long is each strand? Is it soft? Can I pet you?"

"Yes. I don't know how long it is. It's pretty soft. And go ahead. No one's tried that yet."

Harley ran his hands through the fur on Peter's neck—gasping at the silky smoothness of it—before reaching up to scratch behind the dog ears. "Do you still have a set of human ears?"

Peter shook his head, careful not to move Harley's hand. "No. But I still have the heightened senses, which is weird. But what's normal about this in the first place?"

Harley laughed and pulled his hand away, making Peter whine. Peter then shook his head with a growl.

"So you make dog noises too? Like, barks and whines and growls and all that?"

Peter tucked his tail between his legs and nodded, not meeting Harley's eyes.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Harley laughed, "it's cute."

That just made Peter blush harder. The superhero shook his head and said, "someone needed me down here, didn't they?"

"Yeah, theres a tour group asking about Bucky's arm and since you're the one that works on it we thought you could answer some questions."

"Yeah. I can do that." Peter smiled and let Harley lead him to the lab where the tour group was.

"Did you find him?" Called Rosanna, one of the tour guides that worked at the tower.

"Yeah!" Harley called back and the pair approached the group.

Rosanna's eyes widened. "Er, what's all..." she gestured to Peter, "this?"

"After effects of a failed experiment. I think. I honestly have no idea what they were trying to do but it did this, so!" Peter clapped his hands once, turning to the tour group, "You were asking about Buck's arm, right?"

"Peter?"

And that was the exact moment Peter knew he was screwed because that was Mr. Nyx. That's right, his math teacher. And that meant that this...

This was his class.

So Peter did the only thing he could do under stress.

He quoted vines.

"No, my name's Michael with a B and I've been afraid of insects my whole life."

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(A/N)
Word Count: 1623
Written: October 6th, 2019
Posted: October 7th, 2019

Ayoooo what's up my dudes. That one was a tad bit longer than normal but ehhhh oh well.

I had a few notes on this so I thought I'd mention them.

First off, earlier I made a joke about Clint being deaf. So Imma say, if you yourself aren't deaf nor hard of hearing, DO NOT yell about how people are going to be offended by that because guess what. I know someone who is partially deaf(can't hear in one ear, other is perfectly fine) and I've talked to them about deaf jokes before. They say that they make deaf jokes because it puts people at ease around them and less nervous about mentioning their deafness, while also letting others know that they're deaf. This person is also okay with others making deaf jokes, and I do it all the time around them.

So after covering that, if you are deaf/HoH and have an issue with it, I apologize. However I won't remove the joke because it's a subtle way to represent disabled people in media.

Anywayyyy moving on. Why did I make Peter a dog and not a Spider?

WELL I have an explanation for that.

I original made an anthro AU where everyone had animal features, and I thought the spider fit Nat better and I didn't want duplicates SO I made Peter a dog, to better match his personality. I think the only 'double' I had in the AU idea was a Falcon(Sam) and a Hawk(Clint), but they had different features so it was okay.

And finally: Part II?

Anyway, have a nice day! Bai~