An-The team get turned into teenagers and take advantage of it

TW-Brief scene of violence and blood

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"I can't believe we're stuck at sixteen years olds for two weeks," Tony muttered darkly.

"At least you don't have acne," Bruce grumbled darkly.

"And Stevie looks like he did before the serum. Just as adorable though." Bucky cooed. Steve reddened and hid his face in Bucky's side.

"Shh, the kids coming," Natasha whispered frantically.

"If you hadn't noticed we're kids too," Clint grumbled.

"He can't be spiderman, look at him," Steve exclaimed quietly. They watched the boy lean over the office counter and smiled lazily at the receptionist as he gathered the timetables and locker numbers, talking quietly to the receptionist who was smiling at him.

"If you can be captain America he can be Spiderman," Bucky said, shining his arm around Steve's shoulders.

"But look at him. He looks way too innocent." Bruce said. They watched as he stood up and stretched his back.

"Nevermind Brucie, look at him, he's got muscle for days," Tony said.

"And yet he's still so tiny," Natasha said. The boy offered them a wave and walked over slowly.

"Hi! I'm Peter Parker!" He said excitedly, an Italian accent bleeding into his voice. They all waved slowly and smiled softly, this kid could light up a room. He handed the papers as he listed off their names.

"Robert Downey Jr, Italian exchange, Chris Evans, Irish exchange, Jeremy Renner, deaf student exchange, Scarlet Johanson, Russian exchange, Mark Ruffalo, student exchange, Sebastian Stan, Russian exchange, Chris Hemsworth, Norwegian exchange. Nice, well now I'm not the only Italian." Peter said, putting his hands on his hips. They all shared a glance then looked back at Peter.

"Why do I have the feeling you guys all know each other?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"Exchange office got us acquainted." Tony excused, Peter cocked an eyebrow.

"Really? Cause Chris E and Sebastian look a little more close then friends." Peter said. Steve immediately reddened, something he didn't miss about pre-serum, covered head to toe in blush.

"Being gay isn't something taboo here is it?" Bucky asked, Peter shrugged.

"It depends on who you hang out with. I'm not popular, like at all, so it's a bit iffy. I mean I'm bisexual, but that's not the only reason I get picked on." Peter said, shrugging again.

After showing them to their lockers, conveniently next to his own, and showing them around the entire school they were going to their first class. Peter narrowed his eyes when he realised they were all in the same classes, but he didn't say anything. He grunted when he was shoved into the locker beside him, hard, mid-sentence.

"Out of my way, penis." A guy sneered. Peter rolled his eyes and straightened his collar, and pulled his jumper back down. He muttered darkly under his breath in Italian as he picked his forgotten backpack off the floor.

"Does that happen a lot?" Natasha asked, Peter shrugged and retired his shoelace.

"Ever since freshmen year. Guy named Eugene Thompson and his goons love to pick on me. But don't call him Eugene, he goes by Flash. I made that fateful mistake sophomore year." Peter said quietly, scuffing his shoes on the floor as he led them to their class again, holding his backpack straps tightly.

"But that's disgusting. He's just picking on you for no reason." Steve protested. Peter shrugged.

"Oh, he has reasons, just not good ones," Peter said, holding open the door for the six and walking in after them. He led them to two middle seats and then sat alone at the lab table informs of them. Flash came in a shoved Peter's textbook off of the table, making him raise his hands.

"Come on man! Why are you such an asshole?" Peter shouted in Italian.

"Don't push it, Parker." Flash sneered. Peter narrowed his eyes before he slowly picked up his textbook and slammed it down on his desk again. Halfway through the class, which Tony and Bruce flew through, Flash started throwing balled-up prices of paper at him.

None of them missed how his body tensed a split second before the paper hit him, like he knew it was coming. He just shoved the papers in his backpack and sighed each time, notiblynot doing his work.

"You not gonna open the papers Parker?" Flash asked form across the classroom. The teacher immediately looked up at him and sighed.

"If you want to yell across the classroom to Peter, then move to sit next to him. I'm sure he won't object." She said. Flash grinned and picked up his things and sat next to Peter who had frozen immediately at the mention of him moving. The team watched as Flash started to poke his arm and poke fun at him.

"You mad Parker? Gonna go cry to your parents?" Flash teased, Peter's shoulders slumped and his grip tightened on his pencil. He closed his book before staring ahead at the board.

"Oh wait, they're dead, aren't they? How about you tell your uncle Ben-oh wait! He's dead too. Wasn't it all over the news, didn't he jump in front of a bullet for you?" Flash said. Peter's leg started bouncing under the table, his breathing becoming uneven. The pencil snapped in his hands with the tiniest press, gaining Tony and Bruce's interest.

"What about Aunt May? Oh, wait! She's dead too, isn't she? All alone Parker? What about your little boyfriend? Or is he just some prostitute you paid to-" Flashe as cut off by Peter jumped out of his seat and shoving Flash out of his seat, knocking his notebook of the table. Tony dived for it and quickly got FRIDAY to scan it through and send the photos to his phone. Web combinations? Definitely at least an accomplice of Spiderman.

"Fuck you! You don't get to say that shit about the one person left in my life who I love!" Peter shouted. The six had never seen Peter like this, even in the short time they'd known him they didn't think he could be anything other then excitable and happy.

"Aw, did I hit an insecurity? Little Penis Parker and his totally real boyfriend." Flash sneered. Peter shoved him again hard enough to make him stumble back.

"You're a piece of fucking shit and I oughta-" Peter started in Italian. Flash just chuckled and waved a hand.

"Speak English dipshit. Or are you too dumb like your dead parents to work it out?" Flash asked. Peter lunged at him and caught him by his collar, kicking the chairs to the floor accidentally and shaking Flash by his collar.

"You day one more fucking thing about my family and I'll pull out your spine and use it as a toothpick." Peter sneered. Flash just snickered. Tony couldn't help but grin at the sentence.

"I'll say all I want. What are you gonna do? Kill yourself like your useless aunt did?" Flash asked. Peter looked like he would slit Flash's throat if he said another word.

"You heartless cold-hearted panini head! She got into a hit and run car crash and you have the audacity to say that? Fuck you and your stupid face and your stupid words. And go to FUCKING hell." Peter shouted, shaking him by the collar again.

"Falling on deaf ears Parker. Why don't you skip on out if this classroom and-" Flash was cut off by a deafening crack. Peter was fast as lightning, dropping his collar and punching him across the face. Flash stumbled back and held a hand to his nose that was gushing blood.

"Gentlemen! Do I need to call the principal?" The teacher cut in. Peter and Flash made eye contact before Flash shook his head.

"No ma'am, just fell asleep and hit the desk. I think I'll go back to my desk now."

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After a week, they knew for sure that Peter was Spiderman. Not only his display of spider senses in their first class, but Tony and Peter had sneakily attached a tracker to his neck in the change rooms. Peter had given them a very odd look when Tony pulled his shirt down and touched his neck.

Peter was currently talking animatedly at the lunch table when his phone rang in his pocket, making him jolt. He frowned as he fumbled to pull it out of his pocket, his eyes widened for a moment before he grinned, face reddening spectacularly. He pressed accept call and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Harls. How you doin'?" Peter asked, crossing his arms on the table and placing his chin on them.

"That's great, I'm doing great, hanging around some new transfer students. Yeah, I'm holding up, got some flowers for May over the weekend. Yeah. Mhm. Oh really?" Peter asked, a wide smile tugging at his lips.

"Save it, lover boy, I'm in the cafeteria. How close are you to New York now? You'll get here in a couple of days? Great, I'll have everything ready. Yep, bye. Love you too." Peter said. Clicking hang up and grinning sheepishly down at his phone screen. He looked up with a dazed expression on his face and smiled.

"Who was that?" Natasha teased, Peter shrugged.

"No one." He said unconvincingly. His grin widened as his phone dinged with messages.

"'No one' doesn't make you blush like a tomato and giggle on the phone." Bucky added. Peter waved a hand.

"Just my boyfriend, he's staying with me for a while at my apartment while he tries to get a job with his old friend." Peter said dismissively, turning off his phone and looking back up.

"Your apartment?" Tony asked. Peter shrugged.

"Yeah, you probably already heard. My parents are like, not alive, and I used to live with my aunt and uncle but they're gone too, so I put in a lease for my own apartment." Peter said.

"Must be great to have your own apartment." Bruce said. Peter shrugged.

"Nah, it's okay. Gets lonely sometimes especially since my old friends don't come around anymore." Peter said with a shrug.

"Bet it's great not having a curfew or being allowed to have boys around." Steve said, Peter blushed darkly and shook his head.

"I have my own curfew for myself. And I am very loyal, my boyfriend lives in Tennessee, so I'm very very happy that he's coming to New York." Peter said dreamily.

"Gross, you're worse then Seb and Chris." Natasha said. She was the only one able to switch to the new names, Thor had have to stop coming to school purely because he couldn't switch.

"Only when I wanna be." Peter said quietly.

"Gross. Go be gay come where else." Tony said, waving a hand. Peter snorted and grinned at him.

"Never."

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"No, no you have to press the lever up first. See there you go. We have history." Peter explained. Bruce nodded and opened his locker. Peter was practically vibrating when they got to the cafeteria, he had a habit of getting over-excited. They were all surprised when Peter froze, his hands dropping to his sides and mouth falling open. They were even more shocked when Peter broke into a run and threw himself at a boy his age.

The boy cradled him to his chest, pressing kisses into Peter's wild hair repeatedly. Peter looked up at him and raised onto his tiptoes, just realising how short he was compared to Harley. He closed his eyes and pulled Harley down by the back of his neck into a soft kiss. They pulled away after a moment, Harley with a cocky grin and Peter blazing red.

"Shut up," Peter muttered, burying his face into Harley's chest.

"That was something, you just kissed me informed if your entire year. Hot." Harley teased, messing with Peter's hair. Peter swatted his back and held him tighter.

"Gross. I won't ever kiss you again if you say something like that ever again." Peter growler. Harleys eyes widened.

"I take it back! You're adorable and I love you!" Harley exclaimed. Peter grinned as he pulled back from Harley's chest and pecked him on the lips. Peter took his hands and started swinging their arms slightly, a wide smile on his face as he led them over to the team.

Tony's eyes widened, this was Harley, the kid who fixed his suit and was absolutely adorable even if he wouldn't admit it. He had to refrain from throwing his arms around Harley's shoulders and teasing him beyond relief, but then he remembered that he's in the body of his sixteen-year-old self.

"Harley, my friends, my friends, Harley, my boyfriend," Peter said with a wide smile. Natasha narrowed her eyes and stepped forward, tipping her head up to look Harley in the eyes.

"You hurt Peter and I will slit your throat." She threatened, manipulating her voice so her Russian accent bled into her voice. Peter's eyes widened and he waved his free hand around.

"No! He will not be hurting me and you will not be slitting his throat. End of conversation!" Peter exclaimed. After a few minutes of chattering and getting to know each other Harley narrowed his eyes at Tony.

"Do I know you?" He asked. Tony straightened his back and shook his head.

"Maybe, but I guess we'll find out."

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"Peter Parker and Harley Keener?" A man asked them. Harley has been coming to Peter's break hours and picking him up form school, but Harley's beaten you car had been moved and in its place was a black Audi with a man in a black suit standing informed of it.

Harley and Peter shared a glance before turning back to him. Harley reached protectively for Peter's hand, holding it tightly.

"That's us." Harley said. The man nodded and opened the car door.

"Great. Get in. Everything will be explained, you're going to upstate New York."

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"Why are we at the Avengers compound?" Peter said through his teeth. Harley shrugged.

"No idea Darlin'. But I am not letting go of your hand." Harley responded through his teeth.

"You better fuckin' not." Peter teased. Harley rolled his eyes and kissed Peter's cheek.

"Come on boys, you've got people to meet." Happy, who they'd only just learnt the name of, said. Peter and Harley nodded and followed the man, jumping out of their skins when they were addressed by FRIDAY, and stood awkwardly in the elevator.

"FRIDAY will take you to the common rooms and you'll wait there until the people who want to see you see you." Happy said.

"Who wants to see us?!" Peter shouted out of the closing doors, Happy just waved and turned away from them. Peter huffed and cuddled Harley's arm to his chest.

"That guys a meanie." Peter pouted. Harley grinned down at him and pressed a kiss into Peter's hair.

"Calm down buttercup, he's just doing his job." Harley soothed, kissing Peter's curls again. Once the doors opened Harley and Peter stepped outside the elevator and walked awkwardly into the living room.

"What the hell is going on?" Peter whispered.

"Maybe they know about your extracurriculars," Harley whispered back.

"Indeed we do." Said a voice from behind the tow. They both turned toward them and found Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor and Bucky standing behind them. Peter stumbled slightly and crashed into Harley, who pulled him back into his feet easily.

"This isn't good. Are you guys gonna kill me? Cause I didn't mean to get my genetics forcibly altered and get all weird." Peter blurted out. They all laughed and shook their heads.

"No, we just wanted to get eyes on you and make sure you weren't a threat. And you definitely aren't. Cause we spent two weeks with you." Tony said. Peter rose an eyebrow in confusion before realisation crossed his face.

"Oh my god. You're the transfer students. Oh, this ain't good. Oh, you saw me get into that fight with Flash and-" Peter was cut off by Harley turning him around frantically.

"You got into a fight with Flash and didn't tell me?!" Harley shouted frantically. Peter reddened and nodded slowly.

"It wasn't really a fight, I was the one that punched him. But I didn't do it for no reason he was saying stuff about my parents and May and Ben and then he started saying stuff about you and I just couldn't let him keep saying it." Peter blurted.

"He also said some very colourful things in Italian." Tony supplied.

"You should hear him during sex." Harley breathed. Peter reddened further and clamped a hand over Harley's mouth.

"Harley!" He shouted.

"Gross. Now anyway. I wanted to present an offer. I hire Harley, because I know for a fact you were coming to see me cause Pepper said you had an appointment with me. And, I make a super-suit for Peter so that he's not swinging around in rags. You okay Pete?" Tony asked suddenly, Peter looked up at him and grinned, his eyes flickering to Steve who was now not tiny and sickly.

"I can't believe Captain America used to be a fucking twink man. Harls', sweetheart, this is the best day of my life." Peter cackled, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter.

"I was not a twink!"