An-Tony is very curious why Peter doesn't talk about his parents, then he finds out that his father was murdered and that his mother is in prison

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"Hey, kid? Why don't you ever talk about your parents?" Tony asked quietly. Peter looked up from his project, calmly placing the screwdriver he had been using down on the table. You would think Tony would know this kind of thing, but Tony was a very smart man, but also lazy. He didn't even need to look very far to find out about Spiderman, Peter and Tony had an agreement that Tony would snoop, or ask questions unless he was worried for Peter's safety. Peter sighed, knowing this was unavoidable.

"It's complicated," Peter answered vaguely, fiddling with one of the loose wires. He heard Tony sigh and slowly wheel over to Peter in his chair.

"Okay. Why's it complicated?" Tony asked hesitantly. Peter glanced up at him and sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's a long story," Peter said quietly. Tony nodded slowly, wheeling until their knees were touching. Peter reached for his hand, which Tony automatically gave him. He knew Peter had this thing with touch.

"We have time," Tony said gently. Peter nodded slowly, he and Tony had briefly acknowledged the father-son bond they had and had adopted the use of dad and son.

"When my biological parents, my mum and dad got into that plane crash they survived, but they weren't meant to. I was five when they got into the plane crash, and then eight when Oscorp tried to kill them again. My mum and I were in the hall closet, hiding. And they shot him. The blood spilled under the door. But we had the camera footage, and witness reports, and confessions. Enough to take Oscorp down for good. But it didn't work, turns out if you have enough money you can get away with anything." Peter paused for a moment to swallow thickly. Tony stroked the top of Peter's hand softly, looking him in the eyes and nodding encouragingly.

"My mum led a protest, a really big one. And she got away, but they had her photo and address. She was arrested for Destruction if Property, defamation and violent protesting. She got twenty years. I was ten, when she got convicted. I didn't, I didn't even get to say goodbye. They just took her, and they didn't even let me say goodbye or hug her. I wasn't even allowed in the trial, just heard the news from May. I didn't see her for six months, and then I was getting cleared to visit her. But May and I can't always afford the gas so I don't see her for months at a time. Just letters and photos. That's it." Peter said softly. Tony nodded slowly, wiping the tears off of Peter's cheek. Peter didn't even know he'd started crying.

"And I don't really know how I feel about it. Angry, cause I just want my mum back, angry cause she was just trying to get justice for my dad. Sad, cause I don't get to come home and hug her, and tell her how my day was, and ask her how hers was. I don't get to have a normal life with my mum and that's all I want. That's all I've ever wanted." Peter said softly.

"Has she got a trail date for time of her sentence? Or to go free?" Tony asked gently, Peter nodded, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah. In two weeks on Sunday. May and I have been saving up for years for the best lawyer. We have a pretty good chance." Peter said, a smile growing on his face. Tony smiled back, patting Peter's hands, offering a tight squeeze.

"That's great Bambino, you going to the trial? You want me to come?" Toky asked.

"Yeah, I've got one of Ben's old suits out. But no, I wanna go alone. I'll call you with what happens after." Peter said, nodding his head.

"That's great kiddo. What days are visitation? Maybe I could get Happy to give you a drive."

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"Who're you visiting kid?" Happy asked, signing his name nest to Peter's as permission for him to see an inmate. Peter was dressed in his nicest clothes, button-down, tie and slacks. He hadn't seen his mum in months and he wanted to look his best for her.

"My mum," Peter said quietly, signing his name also with a shaky hand. Happy just nodded his head, Peter had never talked about his mum.

"You want me to stay out here?" Happy asked, nodding his head to the guard waiting to lead them in. Peter looked up at him and smiled.

"I'll go alone please," Peter said, Happy nodded his head and sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room. Peter followed the guard with a small skip in his step. He sat in the seat that the guard pointed to, swinging his legs under the chair and propped his chin up on his hands.

"Peter?" Came his mother's voice from the doorway. Peter jumped up from his seat, staring his mother in the eyes as she ran forward, hugging him tightly. Peter buried his head in her shoulder, lifting her off the ground a little in his excitement. He spun her around for a moment before putting her down. She cupped his face in her hands for a moment before the guard said no touching. She rolled her eyes and hurriedly sat opposite Peter's seat.

"You're so different now." She said softly. Peter sniffled, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Not really." He said softly. Mary chuckled, the last time she'd seen him was before he got his powers, so almost a year.

"Really? Your glasses are gone, you're taller, you're stronger and look at you, you're almost sixteen." She said, sniffling again and reaching for Peter's hand. Peter squeezed her hand. They were silent for several moments, eyes flickering over each other's faces.

"I missed you, mum," Peter said quietly.

"I missed you too. Your letters have been the only thing keeping me sane in here until the trial." She said softly. Peter nodded his head, leaning down to kiss her hand softly.

"You got the one I sent last week then? With the photos?" Peter asked. Mary nodded her head fast, smiling wide.

"I did! That photo of you and Ned from a few months ago is my new favourite. I pinned it up in my bunk and everything. And that one with you sleeping at Stark Towers, with the iron man plushie." Mary said, smiling wide. Peter cringed, dusking his head and placing his forehead on the table.

"Tony lost his mind when he caught me there. He shows everyone that photo, like, everyone. I am not joking. He loves it. It's even in his lab, his lab mum, his lab." Peter said in exasperation. Mary chuckled.

"I would put it in my lab too. You're adorable in it, I can even tell you're snoring in it like you did when you were ten." Mary teased. Peter groaned.

"No! I am not adorable." He protested. Mary chuckled, kissing his head.

"Sure. You're a big strong man. But you're my big strong man who will never ever stop being adorable." Mary teased. Peter groaned again and looked up at her, his bottom lipstick out in a pout.

"You're are so lucky I love you so much," Peter muttered darkly. Mary chuckled, sniffling a little.

"I love you too." She said quietly. Peter nodded, staring at her for a few moments longer.

"You can call him dad if you want." She said quietly. Peter's eyes widened, bulging out of his head, his mouth opening and closing. Mary waved her hand, rolling her eyes.

"Pete, I'm not dumb. You talk about him the same way you talked about Ben and Richard. you love him, and he makes you happy. That's good enough for me kid." Mary said. Peter smiled softly and nodded his head.

"You excited for the trial?"

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"The demands have not been accepted by the Jury." Peter frowned at the rest, staring numbly at the jury member. The next thing he knew he was being pulled in a tight hug by his mother, who was being roughly pulled away from him and back to the cells. Peter cried and leaned over the barricade, only for the lawyer to pull him back.

Peter didn't even really know where he was going until he stepped into the lobby of Stark Towers. He'd followed the familiar footsteps, subway rides and flashing of cards until he found himself in the elevator.

"Where would you like to go to Mr Parker?" FRIDAY asked quietly. Peter took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Where ever Tony is Fri." He said, his voice hoarse from crying and screaming so much. His tie was hanging loosely, his top button undone and blazer lopsided on his shoulders, hands in his slack pockets.

When he stepped out of the elevator he looked around and realised he was on the common room level, following the noise of the team to the living room, leaning against the doorframe. Tony jumped up from his seat and stared at Peter, who's eyes were red and puffy, he looked like a mess.

He hadn't even really interacted with the team that much, other than training sessions and sometimes after school when Tony wanted him in the common rooms, but they didn't know more about him than his name. And right now, he didn't think he was making a very good impression on them, standing there with his hands in his pockets, limp against the doorframe in Ben's old suit, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Jesus Christ you look like shit Pete, aren't you supposed to be at the trial?" Tony asked frantically. Peter nodded slowly, his face blank, void of emotion.

"Did, did she get let of? Is she free?" Toky asked. Peter shook his head no, raising his arm to dig his face into his elbow.

"Jesus kid you should be at home? Is May at the apartment?" Tony asked, rushing forward and pushing Peter into the nearest couch.

"She's at work. Didn't wanna be alone." Peter whispered, bringing his knees up to his chest, pushing off his nice shoes and dropping them to the floor and curling up on the couch. Tony nodded slowly, not sure if Peter could handle being touched right now. Peter suddenly pulled his elbow away from his face, wiping his eyes furiously, his face twisted in anger and frustration.

"We were so close! We were so sure it was gonna work but it didn't and she's going back to that horrible place! We were so close Tony!" Peter cried brokenly, his voice cracking mid-sentence, tears spilling out of his eyes. Tony shushed him, making to pull Peter into his side, Peter fighting weakly before finally going limp and letting Tony pull him into his chest.

"I just want her home. Just want her home." Peter pleaded, sobbing into Tony's side while Tony rocked him, sushing him as he rubbed his back.

"And we're gonna get her back Bambino, I promise. But you gotta stay strong, for her kid. For her. Can you do that?" Tony asked, pulling Peter away and holding him by his shoulders. Peter nodded slowly, sniffling and wiping his nose.

"Okay, but first you need cuddles, jammies and a hot drink. Go upstairs to the penthouse, out of your nice suit and I'm giving you access to my closet just this once. We can watch Frozen two." Tony said firmly, Peter nodded and slid off of the couch, picking up his shoes before slinking off to the elevator.

"What just happened?" Steve asked hesitantly.

"Tony just pulled the dad card," Clint said pointing an accusing finger at Tony who rolled his eyes.

"No shit birdbrain, I share custody of him. His bio mums in prison for things she didn't do and her trial was today and she's not off so she has another fifteen years. Peter, as you could see, was adamant she was getting off." Tony explained, picking up his phone from the coffee table. The team already knew about Peter being adopted by Tony after the homecoming fiasco.

"You'll get her back."

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"All charges read against Mary Parker are revoked with a three month probation period." The judge said. Mary gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, jumping up from her seat and whipping around to face Peter who had jumped out of his own seat.

"You're coming home!" Peter cried, crying into her shoulder.

"I am! I'm coming home! I'm coming home, Peter!" She cried.

After a lot of crying, frantic hugging and congratulations Peter and Mary were outside Stark Towers holding hands. Peter swung their hands, a wide smile on his face as he took the first step forward.

"You ready ma?" Peter asked, holding her hand tightly as he waved to the receptionist.

"Who you brining up Pete?" Emily asked. Peter was extremely friendly with her after having to take paperwork down to her from Pepper and Tony.

"My mum! Mr Stark knows she's coming cause I texted him," Peter said excitedly.

"Alright, you're good to go. Just tell FRIDAY she's with you and we'll get her her own pass printed out as soon as possible." Emily said, waving Peter off as he dragged Mary into the elevator.

"Calm down honey, you're gonna have an asthma attack," Mary said as the door opened.

"You used to have asthma?" Clint said incredulously from the living room.

"Used to?" Mary muttered confusedly. Peter waved a hand and dragged her further into the common room, toeing off his shoes on the way and leaving them in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Tony hates it when I don't take my shoes off cause I always put my feet up on the couch," Peter said hurriedly. Mary nodded slowly, allowing Peter to drag her into the kitchen and push her into one of the chairs. He reddened as he opened the fridge.

"I know it's not much, but I spent all night making it with Bucky. May has the night shift but we're gonna throw a pizza party tomorrow for you." Peter said quietly, pulling a double story cake on a pan out of the fridge and slowly putting it on the bench. Mary got up from her seat and hurried around the island, hugging Peter tightly, kissing his head. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder.

"You didn't have to do all of this Pete, you being here is good enough," Mary said, sniffling slightly.

"Yes, I did. I've missed five of your birthdays. And you're back." Peter reasoned. Mary sniffled again and pulled back, turning towards the cake again.

"I see your baking skills are still as bad as they were when you were a kid though," Mary said, Peter rolled his eyes and waved a hand of dismissal.

"Yeah, no matter how much Bucky tried to fix it is just, yeah," Peter said sheepishly, pulling a candle out of nowhere and putting it in the top of the cake that was slowly leaning to the side.

"Sounds like you," Mary said, kissing Peter's head again. After a moment of staring at the cake slowly fall onto the counter.

"So when were you going to tell me that you're spiderman?"