An-Tony Stark recruits Peter Parker, except Peter has a kid, and a dark past.

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"I want spiderman on this team, and whether you like it or not he's got skill, he's effectively evaded all of you for six months. You find spiderman, you make him apart of the team." Fury said, slamming a hand down on the table. Tony raised a hand in the air, smirking.

"What now Stark?" He said, not in the mood for Tony's antics.

"I've actually found him. One of my drones got a view of him when he was changing out of the suit, from there I got his name, his address and his workplace. I know an awful lot about him. I've already tried his apartment, but he wasn't there. I wanna try his work next, we can corner him easier there." Fury rolled his eyes at Tony, of course, he found the kid.

"Fine, but I want you to take Natasha in case he makes a runner. You have a go."

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Natasha and Tony were walking side by side into the small dingy coffee shop in queens. They were acting like a couple, Natasha was in a flowery sundress, that in itself was enough to disguise her, the rest was normal, except for the touch of makeup. Tony, of course, had his sunglasses on, concealing him from all watching eyes.

Somehow the inside was in better shape then the outside, the small booths were homey and welcoming. There was a girl behind the counter, calmly washing cups with a rag.

"Excuse me, we're looking for Peter Parker?" The girl looked up, clearly bored, she pointed to one of the booths. In said booth was a young boy, tears streaming down his face, a phone pressed to his ear, his other hand holding his head up by the forehead. They quietly sat in the booth across from him, he clearly didn't notice them. He probably thought they were a co-worker. They intently listened into the conversation.

"Freeda please, I can't get the rent in by tomorrow. My pay-check comes in in three days, please just give me till then." He paused, then covered his mouth with his hand, "Please I'm begging you, Barty and I don't have anywhere else to go." They heard the hangup dial through the phone, the boy didn't look up when he spoke.

"I'll go back to work in a minute Bobby, just give me a second." The boy put down his banged-up phone on the table, finally looking up at them, then freezing. Tony now had his glasses off, and Natasha was stone-faced. "You're not Bobby." He said, straightening his uniform, and wiping the tears hurriedly off his face, "You guys really don't take no for an answer do you?" He said tiredly, Tony shook his head, a smirk on his face, "Look I can't join the Avengers, I have a kid I need to support, I need this job. I can't just quit it." Peter leaned back into the chair, his head resting on the plush headrest. When Tony surveyed him he looked exhausted, massive bags under his eyes, matted hair, and a couple of scratches here and there, just then Tony got a thought.

"Peter Benjamin Paker, born 10thth of August 2001, currently 17. Dropped out of high school at 16, you've been working here since you were fifteen when your son was born, Bartholemew Jay Parker. Mother isn't in the picture, he is currently two years old, goes to a nice little daycare around the corner." Peter snapped his eyes open, leaning across the table to grab Tony's collar in his hand before Natasha could stop him. She lunged up, Tony motioned for her to sit back down.

"You hurt him and I'll kill you," Peter growled, tightening his grip on Tony's collar. Tony raised his hands in defeat. Making Peter let him go and sink back into his seat, an angry look on his face, crossing his arms. "So what, you came here to let me know you know everything about me and my kid? Cause to me it sounds like you're threatening me. I'd do anything for Barty, and I'm not gonna let you sit there and pretend you know everything when you don't. What are you gonna do? Call CPS and tell them I'm spiderman so they take him away? I've fought for that kid, and I'm not letting you take him away." Peter pointed an accusing finger at Tony and Natasha, tears slipping down his face again.

"Actually, I was going to offer you a job. I've seen your results in physics and engineering, I could use a mind like yours in my lab. All you have to do is join the Avengers, and I'll offer you a steady paycheck with health benefits, sick leave, yearly bonus, and holiday leave. You get a pay-check from SHIELD too, I know for a fact you've been setting aside money for your kid's schooling and college fund, you can funnel that into that account." Tony said, Natasha turned her head to narrow her eyes at him, Peter just stared at him open-mouthed.

"You're serious?" Peter whispered, gripping the table tightly.

"Do I look like I joke around? You can start tomorrow, I'll have your pass printed out and ready to go by then." Tony said Peter looked down at his phone, unlocking it, staring at his background, a picture of him and Barty on his first birthday, he was blowing out a cupcake with a small candle in it. Peter looked back up at Tony.

"Deal, but one thing, Barty's daycare isn't open every day and I need to take him with me to work two days a week. I can't change daycares because it's the only one near our apartment, and my rent record isn't good so we can't move." Tony considered this for a moment.

"You can take him to the tower with you, as long as he doesn't blow anything up or get hurt," Tony said, noticing the bright smile that had placed itself on Peter's face.

"No problem, he's a good kid, as long as I bring his toys he'll stay quiet." Peter stood up suddenly, pulling his uniform over his head.

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Peter was currently in the elevator up to the meeting rooms. Tony had texted him letting him know that Fury and the team wanted to meet him. Peter had gotten a couple of odd looks, holding a drooling two year old who kept babbling as he scanned his high-level security badge. He had a backpack filled with all of Barty's things and his suit in the event Fury wanted to look at it. He probably should have mentioned he had Barty with him, but he honestly couldn't be bothered. He followed the directions FRIDAY gave him and opened the door to the meeting room, smiling tightly and shifting Barty in his grasp.

"Um, hi." He said awkwardly, the team looked baffled that he was holding a toddler.

"Over here kid saved a seat for you and Barty." Tony patted the seat next to him, Peter blushed but followed the directions nonetheless carefully placing Barty down on the table before taking off the backpack and sitting, picking Barty back up and placing him in his lap.

"Who's the kid Mr Parker." Fury said, Peter looked up at him sheepishly. He held Barty closer, allowing Barty to hold his hand and chew on one of his fingers. Suddenly Barty said something.

"Da!" He said, looking up at Peter, whose face broke into a toothy smile. He turned Barty around so was facing him.

"That's right bud! Can you say it again?" He said, holding Barty's hands excitedly.

"Dada! Dada!" Barty giggled, going back to drooling on Peter's fingers. Peter looked like he could cry, he had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He heard someone clear their throat and he looked up, a dazed smile on his face.

"Oh, uh sorry, he's my son." Peter looked back at Barty, bouncing him slightly on his knees.

"Good job bud! I thought you'd never start speaking!" Peter said, making Barty break into a fit of giggles. Peter kept bouncing him, making him giggle wildly.

"Wait did he just say his first words? Isn't that a big deal?" Tony said next to him, pulling Peter back into reality. Peter nodded, continuing to let Barty chew on his fingers.

"Yeah, usually I'd get something like that on video, but he has a way of surprising me a lot," Peter said, smiling lightly.

"FRIDAY can you send the live feed of that moment to Peter's phone?" Tony said, looking at the ceiling.

"Of course sir. I just sent it." Peter looked up at Tony.

"Thanks, Mr Stark, I owe you one." Tony just shrugged.

"Anyway, Mr Parker here is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman. I have other things to attend to, I'll leave you guys alone to make the introductions." With a flourish of his coat Fury left the room, leaving it in awkward silence, except for Barty's giggles and Peter's cooing.

"Hey Parker, you have a first name?" Bucky said, making Peter look up briefly at him.

"Oh shoot, I forgot to introduce us. I'm Peter Benjamin Parker, and this guy it Bartholemew Jay Parker. He's two years old and I'm seventeen." Peter smiled, not noticing the baffled looks on the teams faces.

"So you had him when you were 15? So he's a mistake?" Same said, scoffing at Peter, who covered Barty's ears, a scowl on his face.

"You call him a mistake one more time and I'll sock you in the jaw. S'not my fault the condom broke. We were nieve kids, we didn't think about the consequences of sex." Peter growled, taking his hands away from Barty's ears, who continued babbling.

"Don't talk to him like that, that's not how you treat your elders," Steve said, making Peter cover Barty's ears again.

"If you wanted me to treat you like the age you are, I'd be sticking you in a coffin. You talk shit about my kid, you get hit. I'm not letting him get treated like I was as a kid, or in school. He's the reason I'm still alive, so shut your damn mouth." Peter spat, uncovering Barty's ears again, "Oh, and don't swear around him, if you do I'll force you to put a dollar in my swear jar." Tony was cackling next to him, bracing himself on Peter's shoulder, who looked back down at Barty and cooed at him now that he was getting sleepy.

"What do you mean by he's the reason you're alive?" Wanda said gently, Peter smiled sadly down at Barty.

"Me and Barty are the last of the Parker family. My parents died when I was five, I was placed with my aunt and uncle, who then got shot in a robbery when I was 13. I bounced around the foster system until I was fifteen. I would be dead if I hadn't sobered up cause I picked up some bad habits after my aunt and uncle died. I almost overdosed a couple of times when I was fourteen, and ended up in rehab for three months when I was fifteen. I sobered up when I found out my ex was pregnant with him. He's the reason I'm spiderman too, I want him to grow up loved and safe, I don't want him to go through the things I did. I never want him to end up in the foster system, it's a horrible place to grow up. I was abused in most of the homes I ended up in. I've fought a hell of a lot to be able to keep him. Unfortunately, my record isn't that great." Peter cradled Barty against his chest, his eyes were closing and he was pressing himself into Peter's chest.

"Hey, can you do me a favour and pull out the blanket in the second pocket of the bag?" He said, turning to Tony who raised an eyebrow, next to him Natasha leaning forward and grabbed the bag.

"I'll get it, as long as you let me hold him." She said, making Peter narrow his eyes at her, he shrugged lightly, passing him over to her, she wrapped the blanket around him, holding him gently, cooing at him.

"Thanks, I've been holding him since we left home." He said quietly.

"Isn't it irresponsible to have a kid and be spiderman? Not to mention that you will probably relapse." Steve said bitterly, Peter stood up, placing his hands on the table.

"Why the hell do you think I haven't unmasked myself?!" Peter glanced at Barty who was sleeping soundly on Natasha's lap.

"If I took that mask off he'd be dead in a second. Why the hell did you think I made Fury sign a contract saying I wouldn't unmask myself until he's 18?! He's already developing powers and I can't control it. If I could, I would have never gotten these powers, they've ruined any chance I had at a normal life. I would kill in a heartbeat for him, and that's saying something.

"And if you think for a second that I would relapse," Peter paused, of course, he was crying, "then you don't belong in my life. He's my world, he's the reason I quit, and he's the reason I'll stay sober, which should be fucking good enough for you. Granted, there are moments where I struggle staying sober, but I would never, I repeat, never, do that to him." with that Peter sat back down in his chair. Blowing a strand of hair out of his face. He turned back to Barty who was fussing in Natasha's arms. Peter quickly fished a small plush bear out of his bag, carefully placing it in Barty's hands, Barty smiled and nuzzled into Natasha's chest. She looked at him questioningly, he was grasping a Bucky Bear. Peter shrugged.

"It was my dad's as a kid, then it was mine and now it's his. He won't sleep long without it." Peter slumped back into his chair, suddenly realising how tired he was, "Guess that's three dollars in the swear jar." He muttered, gaining a laugh out of Tony and Natasha. Bucky was surveying the scene in curiosity, Peter looked up at him, flushing a little.

"Sorry, he's obsessed with you, whenever we go out and get him a toy, he insists on getting a White wolf one. Or as much as he can with his limited vocabulary of one syllable sound." Peter cooed quietly at Barty, who was making faces in his sleep.

"I don't mind, I'm just surprised is all. Not many people think I'm a good guy." Peter smiled, taking Barty's small hand in his own.

"Well, he loves you, if we are watching something on TV and someone says something bad about you or Nat for that matter he goes nuts and starts crying his eyes out, and he makes these noises when he's angry. He's barely ever angry though, way too happy for his own good. You guys are his favourite. Gotta say though, he has a lot of spiderman toys." Peter smirked, a very proud father.

"How often do you get him toys?" Natasha smiled, Peter smiled back at her.

"Not that often, I used to get him a couple of special things like new clothes and toys when I took up a couple of extra shifts. But now that I work for Mr Stark I can afford everything he needs. I may or may not have spoiled him a little when I got my first paycheck. But he deserves it, he's never been a fussy kid, always wears what I put him in, doesn't complain about what food I give him, he was even an angel when I was potty training him. He even let me put him in his best shirt today even though he hates the buttons, don't get me started on the shoes, he undid them three times before leaving them be. He and I have similar styles, cheap." Peter smiled at Barty, rubbing his cheek lightly. Clint let out a laugh, getting Peter's attention.

"Just wait till he's a teenager, two of mine are and boy do I miss them as babies," Clint said, Peter lit up a little.

"Wait, I didn't know you had kids, I thought I would be the only dad on the team," Peter said, sitting up straighter. His face had lit up, and he looked extremely happy, as did Clint, who had fished his wallet out of his pocket, he passed to Peter who held it carefully in his hands he smiled at it. Clint told them their names, and Peter awed at each of them. Peter handed it back, pulling his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it he opened his album, swiping through several photos he found the one he was looking for.

"This one's my favourite, it was his first day of daycare, back when I was still at school. I thought he would cry but he ran off into the building with a wave, I was sobbing my heart out, I almost couldn't let him go." Peter smiled, putting away his phone quickly, looking up so he could listen to Clint.

"Speaking of, shouldn't you be at school, it's only Mid-day." He said Peter cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Well you see, I kind of had to drop out because I couldn't afford it. I had to work as much as possible just so I could pay rent and put food on the table. I've been out on my own since I was sixteen because I was legally allowed to own property. I'm still saving up so we can buy an apartment or house." Peter shifted in his seat uncomfortably at the shocked looks the team had, "I mean you can't be surprised, I'm guessing most of you have looked at my arrest record, and you know I used to use. Most people don't take the risk with a single dad who's just gotten clean. Not to mention a 16-year-old with an arrest record and rehab on their record. We're stuck in queens for now." The team looked sadly at him, he just shrugged.

"So wait, you're seventeen and raising a kid, along with being a single dad?" Clint said, baffled.

"Yeah, his mum ran out on us because I got clean, and she didn't want to be around me if I wasn't a dealer anymore, so I took her to family affairs and got custody." Peter shifted again in his seat, he wasn't used to this amount of attention.

"I so have to introduce you to Scott." Clint said, earning a raised eyebrow from Peter, "Oh, he's Antman, he and his wife split up and he gets Cassie every two weeks." Peter nodded happily.

"I have a question, how'd he get his name?" Tony said beside him, Peter immediately went red, his blush keeping down his neck and up to his ears.

"Well funny story, um, The Simpsons," Peter muttered, going even darker, sinking into his seat.

"I thought you were going to say something about a composer or something, I was definitely not expecting that." Tony laughed at Peter's flushed face. Peter just swatted him lightly on the arm, just then an alarm went off on Peter's watch. He sighed, sitting up and turning to Natasha.

"He needs to be fed, if I don't feed him now, he'll wake up crying and you don't want that." He gestured to Steve and Bucky, "Enhanced hearing and all that jazz, hurts like a butt cheek on a stick."

"I can feed him if you want, just pass his food over." Peter nodded, reaching into his bag to pull out a couple of containers.

"He's not fussy if that's what you're wondering, but he eats a lot, he got my metabolism, unfortunately. Just make sure he doesn't choke, he usually tries to eat really fast. He can feed himself, here's his bib, he makes a mess." Natasha nodded along, listening intently, holding Barty in once hand, taking the containers in one hand and the fork. She stood up swiftly taking him out of the room.

"You're trusting her with him?" Sam said flabbergasted. Peter snapped his head round to look at him.

"Do you ever shut up? I trust her more then I trust you if that's what you're asking. She doesn't make my senses go haywire, unlike you." Peter pointed an accusing finger at Sam, "By the way, if you lay a finger on him I'll cut you." Peter said.

"Calm down Underoos, we'll make sure he doesn't get hurt. You can sit back down, no letting your super strength out in my nice meeting rooms. Pepper will kill me if you break something." Peter glanced at Tony for a second, before slumping back into his seat clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Breath Peter, that's what May always said." He muttered under his breath.

"Trust me, Sammie, you want him on your side. He's half spider, he can lift 60 times his own weight." Tony said, patting Peter's shoulder. Sam threw Peter a dirty look, obviously not liking that Tony was defending him, Peter stuck his tongue out at Sam, making Tony laugh.

"Speaking of Peter, what are your powers?" Wanda said curiously. Peter looked up at her, smiling again.

"Well, my friend and I did this thing when I first got my powers, we tested them on film, I think I still have the videos somewhere. Super strength, agility, speed, flexibility. I lost a tone of bone density, cause you know, spiders don't have bones. Oh, and advanced metabolism, which means I sleep a lot, heal really fast and eat a lot. I have a lot of weird spider habits too. I sit upside down a lot cause it's more comfortable, and I can't thermoregulate anymore like I used to. I have this weird sixth sense thing that warns me of danger, and its been getting stronger. I'm still developing a lot of powers as I get older. My friend Ned and I calculated that my powers will steadily increase exponentially as I get older. Recently its been really hard cause my powers keep getting stronger and I'm having trouble controlling them again, like when I first got them." Peter had a thoughtful look on his face, "Oh! And I'm sticky." He said smiling, earning confused looks from the team.

"What do you mean sticky?" Bruce said, making Peter blush a little.

"Yeah, I should have probably said that differently. Under a microscope you can see the hooks on my skin. It's like velcro really." Peter said, raising his hand.

"I thought that was all in the suit!" Tony said next to him.

"Unfortunately no, it can be really annoying because when I'm calm I stick to things accidentally. One time when Barty fell asleep on me I stuck him to me." Peter said sheepishly.

"I want those videos you and your friend took," Bruce said, making Peter panic a little.

"Um, well, I kind of look a little worse for wear in them, cause I had an overdoes a couple of days before, and I was really underweight because the foster home I was in at the wasn't the best." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. Bruce just shrugged in response.

"That's ok, I don't mind. We'll all support you, and Barty. You guys are part of the family." Bruce said, making Peter smile tightly.

"I'm glad, I've never really had much of a family, and I don't want him growing up without anyone. If he's anything like me, he'll end up a nerd and an outsider, with basically no friends. But I don't want him ending up like I did. I was lucky, I had someone to get me out of it, most kids don't. I know a lot of kids who died cause they couldn't sober up, or because their foster parents went a little too far. I know that there were a lot of times I almost died because my foster parents went a little too far, I'm lucky I have super healing on my side." Peter stopped his ramble to look up at the team, "Thank you. Without Tony coming to convince me to join the team, I wouldn't be able to give Barty a future. I guess I'm kind of thanking you for not being able to catch me." Peter smiled slyly, making most of the team roll their eyes.

"Yeah how did you manage to fight us off? You hit like a bitch." Clint said, making Peter laugh.

"Used to be a street fighter, needed some way to get money in the foster system. The streets of Queens are also rough. It's like that old film the outsiders, rival gangs based on social class. I stopped when I had Barty because I didn't want to be a bad example." Bucky lit up a little at Peter's words.

"I used to get into rumbles all the time when I was a kid! I didn't know those still happened." Bucky said, making Peter smirk.

"They ain't as rough as they used to be, but I got a couple scars from a couple kids who brought knives to the rumbles. I remember one time this kid shanked me in the stomach and I went home like nothing happened, the other kids in the home were terrified. I was the oldest in the home before I left." Bucky and Peter continued to share stories from when they were younger, Peter was slowly becoming more and more terrifying.

When the door opened Peter stopped his story and stood up to go over to Barty who was fusing in Natasha's arms. "He insisted on seeing you. I got FRIDAY to record it, he almost said a full sentence." Barty continued to squirm in her arms, she finally put him down on the floor, running over to Peter and crashing into his legs, making Peter stumble.

"Woah there bud, what's wrong?" He said, crouching down so he was level with Barty, who reached out to touch Peter's face.

"Wata hug." He said softly, making Peter smile.

"You can have as many hugs as you want, as long as you let me put you in fancy clothes more often." The two-year-old didn't have much understanding but nodded nonetheless. Peter laughed before wrapping his arms around Barty, swaying him from side to side. The toddler giggled in Peter's arms. He picked him up underneath his armpits and swung him around in a circle. The toddler giggled, his short hair flying around. Peter put him down with a small 'oof'.

"Wait here buddy, I'm gonna get you a couple of your toys so I can talk with my friends. Can you do that for me?" The toddler nodded, making Peter smile, he stood up quickly, opening the bag so he could pull out a small train toy. He rushed back over to Barty who took it happily, "There you go bud. You've been really good today, and if you keep quiet we might go out for a treat before we get home ok?" The toddler nodded frantically, before focusing his attention on the toy train, rolling it around and making small zoom sounds. Peter sat back in his chair again, glancing at Barty every now and again.

"So Pete, what are you interested in?" Peter was surprised by Cint's question.

"Um, mostly Nerdy stuff. Dnd, StarWars, Stargate, Star Trek, I lost my collection of comics when I went into the foster system. That's about it, I was gonna go to college for Physics and biochemistry. I always wanted to be a bio-physicist." Peter smiled a little, "My friends Ned, MJ and I still have our old Dnd campaign. I even had my character adopt a kid." Peter glanced at Barty again, who was calling the train toy a subway.

"Yeah bud, that's what we get to go places." Barty nodded, babbling Subway over and over.

"Say Peter how do you get to and from the tower?" Bruce asked Peter looked up at him, narrowing his eyes a little.

"Um well, I was kind of on parol for a while so I wasn't allowed to learn to drive or get a licence, and then when my parol was up I had Barty and I knew we were never going to be able to afford a car, so I never bothered to learn to drive. I take the subway if I'm with Barty, but I swing here or bike when I'm on my own, depending on how much I'm carrying." Peter shrugged, he didn't think it was that big of a deal.

"You mean you catch the subway with a toddler two days a week, across the city?" Tony said next to him. Peter nodded sheepishly, fiddling with his hands in his lap.

"You know, I can get one of my drivers to pick you up every morning and drop you home every night," Tony said Peter just looked up at him sheepishly.

"We should be fine Mr Stark, Barty's not a crier so we don't annoy anyone on the subway," Peter said.

"Pete, I insist. To get from Queens to Manhatten you've got to be losing an incredible amount of sleep. He'll pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow." Tony said.

"Fine, but only cause Barty hates waking up early." Tony rolled his eyes, of course the kid would say that "Well I think we've gotten to know Peter enough, didn't you say you were gonna take your kid out for a treat, what does that entail and can I join? Pepper's been on my ass all week." Peter chuckled, glancing over at Barty again.

"There's this little ice cream parlour near where we live, I take Barty there whenever he's really good. We sometimes get a movie too at this theatre that does old StarWars re-runs. He loves StarWars as much as I do." Peter said, smiling at Barty who was now repeatedly ramming the toy train into his foot. "Come on Barty, that's my foot you're hitting there." He said quietly, Barty just giggled rolling the train away into the corner he was previously occupying, he looked up again at Tony.

"You guys can come if you want. I'll warn you though, he'll want you guys to take turns holding him. He loves attention, I think it's because it's usually just me with him." Peter was packing away the containers and the utensils, folding up the blanket neatly. Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, Bucky, and Tony all agreed, Sam decided to stay back, but he was surprised that Steve asked if he could come to.

"I was wrong, in the short time I've known you I know that you are an amazing father, and that he'll grow up in the kind and loving home. I'd like to get to know both you and Barty more if you would allow me." Peter offered him a kind smile.

"You can come with us, but no swearing or talking rough, or about blood. Absolutely not allowed, from any of you." With that Peter swiftly picked up Barty, swinging him around in a circle again, Peter smirked slyly at the team, before whispering to Barty, "Who do you want to hold you on the way to the shop Barty?" Barty narrowed his eyes, clearly scanning the line of heroes for who he wanted to hold him. His face broke into a smile, he made grabby hands at Tony. Tony sighed before taking Barty in his arms.

"Come on mini Underoos, let's get some ice cream in you." He said, swiftly walking out of the room, Peter was about to pick up the backpack, only for Steve to put a hand on his shoulder.

"I've got it, you need a break, spend time with your kid, and be a kid. You've missed out on far too much." Peter smiled, before jogging out of the room to walk side by side with Tony and Barty. Yeah, he was proud. More proud then he had ever been.