Spider-Man//Avengers//Marvel One shots

Reporters

This, and the following chapters are my old drafts, and will be the final chapters of this story.

-10 year-old Peter
-IronDad & Spiderson
-Pepperony cuz I never do hetro

Peter's leg swung high in the air, and grappled with the seats as he flopped into the front of the car,

"Pete, be careful!" Pepper called sternly from where she was, looking over legal documents on Tony's computer, in his engineering lab,

"I am being careful!" He grumbled back, before a shoe was flung out of the window, closely followed by the other,

"Honestly! Peter, get out of there!" She ordered, getting irritated,

"Fine!" He huffed, opening the door, stepping out and closing it.

He stood in one of his Dads huge ACDC shirts, a pair of black swim shorts and grey socks, his smooth hazel brown hair blown in all the wrong directions.

"I'm going to find Dad." He announced, padding away with a tiny glare, only making him look cuter from Pepper's perspective.

"Take the private elevator!" He heard her shout, before deciding, in a moment of rebellion, to use the public one.

Now, in the grand scheme of things, if that was the only form rebellion Peter was going to take on, then she would have considered herself lucky.

Only, the people already inside the elevator, were people Peter had never seen in person, only pictures and clips.

Steve Rogers.
Natasha Romanov.
Sam Wilson.
Bucky Barnes.
And Wanda Maximoff.

Now he had met Wanda and knew she had been tasked to bring the 'Rogue Avengers' back into Stark Towers, and offer them sanctuary.

"Hey Peter." She smiled, ruffling his hair a little more,

"Hello Miss. Wanda!" He beamed, clamping his hands around each side of his excessively large StarkPhone,

"Man, Stark really doesn't make those things kid friendly, does he?" Sam commented, Steve stomping on his foot lightly, or as light as a six foot nine super-soldier could, always the polite one.