An-On a field trip Bruce shows Peter's class a DNA testing machine (No Spider-Man, just bio dad Tony angst)

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"And here we have our DNA sequencing machine. We have every single person born within the last one hundred years in it. It can tell you a number of things, such as parents, blood type, present diseases. Can I have a volunteer?" Bruce said happily, Flash shoved Peter forward. Peter flipped him off and shoved his hair out of his face but raised his hand anyway. No one else was going to. Bruce beckoned him forward and took his arm, disinfecting it.

"We'll just do your parents, can you tell me their names and any other important information?" Bruce said, Peter blinked, reddening.

"Mary and Richard Parker. They're both dead." Peter said calmly, Flash snickered from the crowd and Peter went to lunge at him but Bruce had a firm grip on his arm. He huffed and stood still while Bruce injected the needle.

"Sorry to hear that, this should be easy then," Bruce said, taking the vial of blood and handing him a bandaid, Peter rose an eyebrow at it.

"An Avengers bandaid?" Peter said with a smirk, opening it and putting it on. Bruce shrugged and put the vial in the machine. A few minutes later a sheet of paper was printed out and Bruce made a show of pulling it out with a flourish. His eyes widened.

"Peter, you said that both of your parents are dead right?" Bruce said hesitantly, Peter's eyes widened as he nodded.

"And that to your knowledge they are Richard and Mary Parker?" Bruce asked, Peter shrugged.

"The caretaker at the orphanage never lets me see the birth certificate but that's what she always says," Peter said, worry lacing his voice. Bruce looked up at him, white in the face.

"Well, this machine is 99.9999% effective. Peter your father is alive and not who you think." Bruce said, watching is slow motion as Peter blinked at him several time before fainting, hitting the floor with a thump.

When he came to he blinked up at Ned who was standing over him. He blinked several times before sitting up and holding his head, "Ned I just had the weirdest dream. We went on the field trip to Stark Towers and Dr Banner did this DNA test on me and said that my dads alive or something." Peter mumbled, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing them with his knuckles under his glasses.

"Not a dream kid." Someone said next to him, he looked up at the person, his eyes widening slightly. Tony Stark was next to him, Tony Stark. His face was white as a ghost as he looked over Peter's results.

"Did I forget to take my meds again Ned?" Peter asked, Ned shook his head.

"Nope. You took them." Ned said, Peter nodded slowly.

"So apparently I'm not an orphan," Peter said quietly. Ned nodded, pulling Peter off of the ground under his armpits.

"Apparently not," Ned said, steadying Peter.

"Still taking drugs penis?" Flash teased, Peter's eyes burned, he forgot his predicament for a moment.

"I have PTSD you fucking asshole. I get messy when I start hallucinating." Peter said.

"Language Mr Parker." The teacher said, Peter's eyes widened, pointing to Flash.

"And you're gonna pretend you haven't heard some of the shit he's said to me?" Peter said, Flash smirked.

"That's cause I'm not Puny Penis Parker." He said, Peter pulled his arm out of Ned grasp to lung at Flash, Flash and his arms tangled for a moment before Ned got Peter off of Flash.

"You call me that one more time Eugene." Peter threatened, someone put their hand on Peter's shoulder, Peter craned his neck to see Tony Stark. He blinked for a moment.

"Calm down kid, we'll deal with it. Sorry teach and small children, tours over. I need to borrow Peter for a couple of hours. A message has already been sent to his guardian." Tony said firmly. The teacher nodded before ushering his class out of the room. Ned handed home his backpack, which Peter hugged to his chest.

"Sorry but what's going on?" Peter said hesitantly. Following Tony who was leading him to the private elevator.

"You and I need to have a talk." Tony said quietly, Peter rose an eyebrow, tucking his hair behind his ear. It was way too long now.

"Is this about starting a fight in your tower? Cause I wasn't just gonna stand there and take his shit," Peter said, Tony mumbled something before handing Peter the test results. Peter looked up at him confused before looking down at the sheet just as the doors opened. He stared open mouthed at the sheet for a moment before he started blinking rapidly.

"Ok, there is no way I remembered to take my medication." Peter breathed, there was no way he was Tony Stark's son.

"FRIDAY?" Tony asked.

"There is video footage of Peter taking his prescribed medication at 1:00, and dissipating traces of his morning dosage," FRIDAY said, Peter nodded. Clutching the sheet tighter.

"Tony who's the kid?" Came Steve's voice through the lounge room. Tony had a firm grip on Peter's shoulder, who was staring at the sheet in shock. He didn't exactly look like he belonged, beaten up sneakers, faded ripped jeans and a top big hoody, countless piercings covering his face and ears.

"My son apparently." Tony said solemnly, "you ok kid?" Peter looked up and blinked.

"I think I should sit down." He said quietly, Tony nodded, leading him to a couch  and sitting next to him. The team looked at the two in confusion and curiosity.

"I don't want you fainting again like you did down in the lab," Tony said, patting his shoulder. Peter looked up at him his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"How? When? What?" Peter said confusedly.

"You said your mum was Mary Parker? She was at a conference I went to, and I'm assuming you know how babies are made?" Tony said, Peter made a face but nodded.

"Yeah, I've had the talk. But like, why didn't you know about me, why didn't I know about you?" Peter asked. Tony shrugged.

"She didn't tell me but I found out later she was married, she must have passed baby you off as Richards child." Tony said simply, Peter nodded again.

"Okay. So what now?" He asked, pushing his hair behind his ear again.

"Well, who are you living with at the moment?" Tony asked hesitantly, Peter shrugged.

"I'm a ward of the state, I live in an orphanage," Peter said with another shrug.

"Why are you a ward of the state?" Tony asked. Peter sighed, pulling gout his packets of medication and putting them on the coffee table. Tony picked them up one by one, reading the small writing on the boxes, and some of the bottles.

"My medications too expensive," Peter said. Tony narrowed his eyes at the boxes.

"Seroquel, Abilify , Zoloft, Prozac and Tenex. That's a lot of medications." Tony said cautiously, Peter shrugged.

"I have a lot of problems." He said simply. Tony nodded and looked up.

"You said something about PTSD and hallucinations? Why?" Tony asked, putting the Tenex box back down on the table.

"Well, I was in the plane crash that Mary and Richard died in, and then the next month I watched my aunt and uncle get shot and bleed out. Trauma induced psychosis, and PTSD. I also have a pretty bad case of anxiety." Peter said, avoiding Tony's gaze.

"You don't call them mum and dad?" Tony asked, Peter shrugged.

"I don't really remember them well enough to call them mum and dad," Peter said. Tony hummed.

"So. You wanna be adopted by me?" Tony asked out of the blue, Peter's head shot up.

"What? Why?" Peter asked, Tony shrugged.

"Why not?" He asked, Peter looked down at his lap.

"I'm kind of a handful," Peter said, fiddling with the rips in his jeans.

"A handful how?" Tony asked.

"I get into a lot of fights, I have trouble sleeping, I have expensive medication, I have a lot of health conditions, and my hallucinations are really dangerous," Peter said, like he's said it a hundred times before.

"If that incident in the lab was anything to go by you don't start them. You get the sleep thing form me. I'm a billionaire, I don't need to worry about expensive medication. We can work with the health conditions. And what do you mean dangerous?" Tony listed off, Peter shrugged, tugging on the loose thread of his pants.

"They're terrifying, and they're real to me. I've broken things before, or I've hurt someone else, or I've hurt myself." Peter said, narrowing his eyes at his knees.

"If you break something then we fix it or get a new one of it. We can implement a protocol that alerts someone if you're starting to hallucinate so that you and everyone around here are safe." Tony said with a shrug, Peter made a face.

"How is everything so simple to you?" Peter said, his voice a mix of angry and incredulous.

"How is it not to you?" Tony countered.

"When you've been defined by your faults your entire life, and limited by them it makes it hard to be optimistic," Peter said quietly, looking back down at his knees. Tony sighed.

"Look kid, you aren't defined by your problems or things you can't change, you're defined by the things you choosee to do, with great power comes great responsibility." Tony said, Peter looked up at him. His face was hard and calculating.

"Okay. You can adopt me, but I warned you."