An-Peter works at the sharwama restaurant after the Chutari invasion and serves the team (Still spiderman, but he's seventeen and hasn't been recruited)(Bucky is part of the avengers, sue me)

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"You'll have a waiter in a moment, he's just late for a shift." She muttered the last part but walked away. When the door opened with a tinkle they watched as a boy, who was crying freely tied on his apron, throwing his backpack behind the counter before picking up his note pad and pen.

"You're late Peter, it's the fifth time this month." The lady who spoke to them earlier seethed.

"My aunt just flatlined and I had to sign a new lease before I got evicted." He said angrily, opening his notepad with a sigh.

"Why didn't you call? I would have changed your shift." The lady said, grabbing his arm.

"I need the money, I can't just stop working. I might need to drop out of school just so I can pay rent." The boy said, avoiding her eyes, "Which table am I doing?" He asked, clicking his pen. The team turned quickly when she pointed to them, "You're giving me the table with the Avengers?!" He whispers shouted.

"Just get to it, Peter." She said. They heard a sniff and shuffling of clothes before the boy appeared at their table.

"Hello everybody, I'm Peter and I'll be your waiter today. What can I get for you?" He said, plastering on a wide fake smile, hoping they didn't notice his splotchy skin and red puffy eyes.

"How about seven number ones and three number sixes and three number eights, and one number nine," Tony said, Peter nodded, scribbling down the orders.

"Have you had a chance to look at our drinks menu?" He said sweetly, Tony cringed at his voice crack and the hoarseness of his voice.

"Just waters please," Steve said, Peter nodded.

"Make sure it's ice water kid," Bucky said, swatting Steve.

"Certainly." He said, flipping his note pad shut. They watched as he got behind the register, punching in their orders angrily, then getting glasses and a pitcher of water. He quickly spread out the glasses. He poured the water quickly and swiftly walked away to get another full pitcher.

"Anything else for you today?" He asked calmly, Tony looked up at him, making Peter sweat profusely.

"How old are you kid?" Tony said, watching as Peter's smile dropped momentarily before he smiled wide again.

"Sixteen sirs. Why do you ask?" He said, his eyes searching for an escape.

"You just lost your aunt?" Tony said, Peter's smile dropped again and he weakly smiled.

"I'm afraid so sir." He said quietly.

"Why aren't you living with your parents?" Tony asked, Steve prodded him for him to stop, but Tony was determined.

"They died in a plane crash when I was five sirs," Peter said, his lips no firmly pressed together.

"No other relatives?" Tony asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"Afraid not sir," Peter said, straightening his back.

"Why aren't you going in to foster care or something?" Tony insisted Peter was sweating more than before now.

"I'm old enough that I can own property, so I had a choice whether I went into foster care or not," Peter said, praying the order bell would ring.

"Why didn't you choose foster care?" Tony asked, taking another sip of his drink.

"Not many families are willing to take a sixteen-year-old, I wasn't going to risk being shipped out of state," Peter said, fiddling with his pen. Tony was about to say something when Peter interrupted him, "That's your orders, I'll be back in one moment."

Peter returned with the orders, passing them out easily, he was about to walk off when Tony caught his arm, "You might want to hide those web-shooters kid, don't want your co-workers finding out who Peter Parker really is." Peter paled, wrenching his arm out of Tony's grasp, yanking off the web-shooters and stuffing them in his pocket.

"I have no idea what you're talking about sir." He said bluntly, walking away behind the counter. Peter was sweating as he returned to the table, taking away the plates, "I'll be back with the bill momentarily." Peter easily deposited the plates in the kitchen, coming back with the book bill.

"I'll pay," Tony said, already offering Peter his card, Peter nodding, taking the card swiping it before returning it.

"Have a lovely day," Peter said, Tony smiled back at him and gripped his wrist, making Peter wince.

"You're coming with us kid, I've been trying to catch you down for months. Remember that time you webbed up my tower?" Tony said, Peter winced, Tony's hand was angled so Peter couldn't get his hand out.

"I'll be back in a moment Boss, I have to show these fine heroes out of the restaurant." He said with gritted teeth.

Once they got outside Peter ripped off his apron and pointed a finger at Tony's chest, "Are you trying to get me fired?! Maybe you don't live paycheck to paycheck, but I do! I have a secret identity for a reason!" Peter said, lobbing his apron at Tony, who caught it easily, "You're a real asshole Stark! I can't risk going to prison! I have a funeral to pay for, and I've already been shot at by the police six times this week!" Peter whisper shouted, pressing a finger onto his chest.

"And for your information, those webs were the least of your problems! There was a high-class villain who was planning on destroying your tower! Ever heard of the green goblin?!" Peter said, louder this time, "My day just keeps getting worse and worse! First, my aunt dies, then I have to sell my life away to get my lease, I have to drop out of school just to pay rent, and now you're on my case because I webbed up your tower?! You're a billionaire! You can pay to get them cleaned off, or are you stupid enough not to realise they dissolve?!" Peter all but shouted, he turned sharply away from Tony, holding a hand over his eyes, tears spilling out of them.

"Can you just leave me alone? I don't really want to cry in front of the Avengers." Peter said quietly, crouching on the dirty alleyway floor. Tony instantly regretted his actions as he watched as Peter's shoulders started to shake, along with his whole body. Tony crouched behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I wasn't gonna hurt you or anything kid. I actually wanted to recruit you." Tony said softly, Peter looked over his shoulder at him.

"Didn't you hear me? I can't lose my job." Peter said, wiping his nose. Tony thought on it for a second.

"How about this, you can move into the compound, I'll pay for your aunt's funeral, and I'll hire you as my personal assistant. I've had my eye on you for a while and you're pretty damn smart, you made those web-shooters." Tony said, Peter's eyebrows knitted.

"But why would you do that? I'm just a vigilante from queens." Peter said, wiping his nose again, Tony made a disgusted face, handing Peter a tissue from his pocket, Peter took it gratefully.

"I dunno, I like how you don't take shit, even from billionaires, and you don't seem insane," Tony said, shrugging. Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

"Okay, but only cause my aunt deserves the best."