Life As The Youngest Avenger

Mama Spider

Back-Story: So basically Peter is actually Natasha's biological son and was raised in NYC by her. He is still the same Peter we all love though. He uses Parker as a last name to keep his actual identity secret. Even the Avengers don't know Natasha has a son. -Author

Natasha's POV

Looking at Peter I felt nothing but pride. Ever since he was born he has been my little boy, now, at the age of 16, he still is. 

"So do you think it's a good idea, Mum?" I stared at him blankly and he sighed repeating his question

"Taking the test for the SI Internship?" He was grinning and almost bouncing with excitement. I knew if he got that Internship; which he definitely would, there would be a huge problem about keeping his identity as my son, secret. But staring into his shining and innocent eyes I couldn't refuse, he was like a puppy begging for food

"I think it's a great idea Pete. When is the test?" I was curious as to why Tony or Bruce hadn't said anything about a new intern test

"Tomorrow. I'm going to bed so I get some sleep for it" He practically ran out of the room. Left to my own thoughts I decided to stay the night at the tower. Knocking on my son's door I received no reply, I immediately suspected something, no one could fall asleep that fast. I cracked it open a little allowing a beam of light to creep across his bedroom floor. Apart from furniture and various personal items the room was empty, no Peter. Sighing I made my way to the ground floor of the apartment building and placed myself under the fire escape, just in time to see Peter drop into the Alleyway. I waited to see if he would notice me, he didn't. 

"Nice try Peter. You do know I'm a spy and an Avenger, right?" I laughed as he jumped and spun towards me, eyes wide as he spluttered

"Hiiiiiii.... Mum. I was just uh... I was just -" I held up a hand to cut him off and just gestured to the door. Reluctantly he followed my order, head hung low as he moped his way back upstairs. Plopping myself in a chair I glared at him 

"So, why were you sneaking out?" He started fidgeting as I continued to interrogate him. After five minutes of small "Yes" or "No" answers I finally snapped

"If you don't tell me why I caught you climbing down the fire escape, You aren't doing this test tomorrow!" I sat back exasperated, why wouldn't he just explain 

"Mum, please. I was going to buy something!" Now he was yelling, Peter never yelled.

"What, what were you going to buy at 11pm?" He looked at me desperately but I refused to back down

"Vibranium" He whispered it so softly, but I heard him. I sat there and stared, I stared so long he eventually got up and walked out the door. I didn't stop him, I knew he could take care of himself, and I would just punish him tomorrow. But, why the hell did my son need vibranium?

Peter's POV

I wasn't angry. I was glad. Glad that my mother didn't appear only minutes later to see me putting on my Spider-Man suit. I had the whole night to think about what my punishment for trying to sneak out would be because my mum had gone to stay at the Tower after our fight, leaving a note and wishing me good luck for the test and a not so subtle "We'll talk later"

My punishment was the least of my worries though. I had told the truth about going to buy Vibranium, but it was for my suit. How I would explain that without revealing my alter-ego, I had no idea.

Time skip with Funky Fred '(*-*)'

Rrrrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggg...

The bell rang signaling that it was time to put down my pencil and hand in the test. It was easier than expected but I only just managed to complete the final page. Looking around, the others in the room all looked worried and I noticed most of them had only made it to the second to last page. My heart swelled with hope, that maybe  I would get in and be able to meet my mum's friends and my hero's. I always wondered who would get the Avenger's attention first, Peter Parker, or Spider-Man. Guess I would know tomorrow. 
The test was in last period so it was finally the end of the day. Texting my mum that decathlon practice was moved to afterschool today I ran to my Alley, narrowly avoiding Flash, and finally pulled on my Spider-Man suit for the first time in four days.
Apparently just enjoying my time swinging around the city I had grown up in and protected was too much to ask. A scream found its way to my eardrums and I turned and searched for the source.
Perching on a roof in my signature pose I scanned the Alley-way below. A business man, clad in a smart black suit was being forcefully pushed against a wall and shaken down by a very desperate and angry looking woman

"Hey! I don't know the whole backstory, but I'm pretty sure that's illegal ma'am!" Landing gracefully behind the two I immediately became the center of attention; Like usual

"Just go away Spider-Man. Or I'll shoot him" The suddenly very scary woman snarled grabbing the whimpering man and pressing her now visible and very real gun against his forehead. I put my hands up in a non-threatening way. Remembering the words my mother had said when she taught me to defend myself "In moments of pressure or panic take deep breaths and a keep a clear head"  What she said had made sense at the time and it seemed reasonable now, but it was a lot harder to achieve.

"Woah, if you're going to shoot someone, shoot me" I quipped trying to lighten the mood while running through all my options in my head. The one thing I didn't anticipate was that the woman would take me seriously.
The bullet managed to graze my arm as it whizzed past and I let out a hiss of pain. "Second rule of combat. Expect the unexpected." Why does my Mother always have to be right?
Leaping into action I webbed the gun out of her hands and while she tried to recover, sent a web flying which almost instantly stuck her to the wall, ending whatever just happened.

"You okay, Sir?" I said turning to the man who had been the victim of her attack only to be met with empty air

"Well, that's rude" I sulked, pouting behind my mask. After sending an alert to the police I whipped away coming to a stop on my favorite rooftop in Queens.
I sat thinking, keeping an eye on Police scanners and listening for any trouble. After around a half hour had passed the hair on my arms stood up and my spine began to tingle, my spidey sense. Slowly I got into a standing position, ready to make a quick exit if needed. I sensed three figures behind me and one on the rooftop to my left. 
On the count of three I turned and almost fell off the roof. Before me stood two of my heroes and my Mum. Iron-Man or Tony Stark was placed in front of Captain America and Black Widow ( My Mother ).
My heart was pounding and I hastily turned on my voice modulator. We stood staring at each other for a minute before I heard a voice over one of their coms; Thanks to my super-senses

"Why are you guys having a staring contest?" So it was Hawkeye on the other rooftop

"You can tell your buddy to join you. I know he's there" Their reaction was priceless. Each of their faces held a little bit of shock, eyes widened. Tony cleared his throat 

"Spider-Man, we have come to ask you something-" He started before pausing as a voice played in his suit 

"Boss, I can't bring up any observations such as his height, age, or voice matches. Something is restricting me from telling you" I smirked, glad to know my scrambling signal worked

"So? Don't leave me in suspense, what's the lucky question?" I inquired. I had my voice modulator turned on to make me sound like an Australian Male around the age of 25. Just to be safe. The Captain sighed before stepping forward and in front of the perplexed Tony Stark

"We would like to welcome you to be an Avenger" My heart skipped a beat, did I hear him right? Me, an Avenger. I was about to accept his offer before my eyes landed on my mother's face and my heart sunk. If I joined their team she would find out my identity and forbid me from being Spider-Man

"It's an honor, truly. But I have to decline" He looked shocked as I immediately regretted my answer, but I couldn't take it back, not now.

"Then we need your Identity. Or we will have to bring you in by force" It was the first time my Mother had spoken and I wished she didn't 

"Can't, sorry" I spoke, slightly unsure if I could take on four of the Avengers at once

"No, we're sorry" Captain said before advancing, followed by Iron-Man and Black Widow. Behind me I managed to catch an arrow centimeters before it hit me 

Well, shit...

The End ! ( Maybe )

I may or may not decide to add a second part to this chapter depending on what people think. Please let me know if you would want a second part or have any advice or requests.

-The Author.