Hello! I am very tired, and my seasonal allergies are trying very hard to kill me, so I currently hate flowers and trees and grass! Anyways, I don't own Marvel.

This was a request by @Book_Fam101. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: possible mentioned violence and injury, non-graphic.

"Peter Benjamin Barton!"

Dang it.

"Clint!"

Double dang it.

Peter shared a look with his dad. They were in trouble.

Laura came stomping out of the house, a fierce expression gracing her face. "What did I say about archery?" She asked in a deadly calm voice.

"Not to do it without adult supervision?" Peter said nervously. He had adult supervision, though, so that couldn't be what was wrong.

Laura sighed, her anger fading in light of her oldest son's adorable confusion. "No, about archery and dinner."

"Oh!" Clint checked the time. "Sorry, Laura. We got carried away."

Peter realized what was happening and quickly cleaned up, placing everything where it came from and de-stringing the longbow he had been toying with. He preferred a compound, but it was cool to look at the other types. When he finished, he rushed inside for dinner, ahead of his parents.

They were at the farmhouse today, but tomorrow, Clint was moving into an apartment in New York City, and Peter was going with him. He would get to go to school in the city for the next year, and maybe he could finally put the powers no one knew about to good use.

The next morning, Peter packed up and said goodbye. He promised he would call at least once a week, and he would visit as often as he could. Then, he followed his father to the car, and eventually, the city.

---

A few months had passed since then.

Peter had found a productive use of his powers and free time by being Spider-Man. He helped out in low level crimes, and even once took down the Vulture with no help.

Now, he was standing nervously in his spidersuit, facing the Tony Stark.

"Hey...how ya'll doing?" He asked awkwardly.

Tony turned to Steve and gestured silently at Peter.

"Alright, alright." Steve mumbled. "We want to invite you to join the Avengers. Meet us at Stark Towers at 12:00 on Wednesday and all you need to do is reveal your identity."

Peter deflated after he heard the conditions. "I can't. I'm busy."

"Saturday at 3:00, then." Tony interrupted. "Be there, or we'll have to hunt you down. We can't have potential threats just hanging around, kiddo." Tony said this all in a soft voice, betraying the harsh words with a caring tone. "And if you don't want to be an Avenger, just give us your identity then, and we'll leave you alone. Deal?"

"Deal." Peter said. He waited until the superheroes had left for sure, then he swung himself back to the apartment before his dad got home.

---

Saturday came, and Peter found himself, once again, in front of Tony Stark. This time, though, he was flanked by all the Avengers sitting at a meeting table. Peter's dad looked extremely bored, he noted.

"We need your identity." Steve said, totally upfront.

"I can't-I can't just do that!" Peter replied. "I have a secret identity for a reason!"

"Okay, kid. The room is safe. No cameras or microphones. The only people who will ever know your identity without your permission are us." Tony said.

Peter glanced around the room, confirming his statements. Then, he looked at his dad.

"Okay, just don't-don't be mad, okay?"

This peaked Clint's attention. The statement was spoken generally, to the whole group, but the hero had been looking at Clint an awful lot.

"We won't be." Clint assured.

This seemed to calm the hero's nerves, and he pulled his mask off. Clint froze.

"You promised you wouldn't be mad!" Peter said quickly, holding his hands out placatingly.

"Peter Benjamin Barton!" Clint burst out, taking everyone aback. "What-why-kid! You can't-you're grounded!" He spluttered.

"Dad!" Peter yelled. "Let me explain."

"Oh, you have a lot to explain." Tony interrupted. "Let's start with this. How old are you, and why did we not know you existed, since you are obviously Clint's kid?"

"I'm 15." Peter answered.

"I kept my family secret so they wouldn't be in danger." Clint stepped in. "Peter, explain. Now."

"Okay. So, you remember that field trip to Oscorp? I may or may not have been bit by a radioactive spider and got powers. I felt like I had to use them to help people, because it's a moral issue, right? Like if you saw someone drowning and knew you could save them, but didn't, then you hold a partial moral responsibility for their death. I'm superhuman, now, so I have more responsibility." Peter rambled.

Clint opened his mouth, and noticing this, Peter sped up. "Butdon'tworrycauseihaveasixthsenseandhardlyevergetinjuredanywaysandwhenidoihealreallyquickly!"

Clint deflated. "I don't like this."

"I know." Peter said.

"You are going to tell your mom."

Peter winced but responded. "I know."

"I'll let you keep doing it." Clint sighed.

"Yes! Thank you, dad!"

"On one condition!" Clint stopped Peter's mini-celebration. "You alert me whenever you get injured, even in the slightest, or when you are outnumbered or in danger."

Peter nodded solemnly. "I promise."

Clint stood up, and wrapped his kid in a hug. Peter hugged back tightly.

"So," Tony interrupted. "Do I get to be the cool uncle?"

The End.

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Bye!