Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

A LETTER FROM YOUR SON

Stark Towers loomed above him, almost in a threatening way. Peter took a deep breath, gripping the envelope tightly in his hand, and walked into the lobby. He stopped in front of the desk, clearing his throat to catch the attention of the receptionist. She paused her typing, her hands hovering above the keyboard, and she looked up at the nervous teenager.

"Can I help you?" She sounded bored and mad that whatever she had been doing was interrupted, by a kid no less.

"Uh, I have a letter to give Mr Stark-"

"Let me cut you off there. If you have fan mail to give Tony Stark, his P.O boxes details are in the description of his social media." She raised a finger at him, pausing his sentence, and spoke in a monotone voice. It sounded as if it wasn't the first time she had said this to someone and the fact she was repeating herself annoyed her to no extent.

"I-I don't have enough money to post it, Miss..." He trailed off, embarrassed.

The woman sighed, a flash of sympathy on her face for a split second, and she reached out her hand to take the letter "I'll have it scanned then put it in with the rest of the mail. Don't go telling people that this is allowed, I don't want a bunch of kids coming in with stuff or someone trying to put something dangerous through. This never happened, got it?"

"Yes, thank you so much Miss!" Peter grinned, waving to the surprisingly kind woman as he speed walked out of the building.

She smiled, tucking the letter under a folder to later put through the fanmail process, and got back to work.

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Tony didn't mind going through his fan mail, for the most part. He always saved the children's drawings, sending some back with his signature on it with a short message on if they asked for it politely, and the letter from the hearts of those struggling, looking up to Iron Man as a hero, thanking him for saving them (both literally and figuratively) were always read.

He knew he couldn't respond to everyone, but that didn't stop him from trying. He had always refused to get an assistant to fake his signature or responses, seeing that as disingenuous, so he allocated a few hours a week to go through his mail. 

One letter had stood out, purely because Jarvis alerted him of an official DNA test matching his own being inside, along with a short note. Tony picked it up, ripping it open and unfolded the letter, leaving the DNA results on the table near to him.

'Hello,

I'm not sure what I can really say, Mr Stark, apart from that I'm supposedly your son. I guess you don't know who my mum is, I don't blame you. She wasn't nice and my Aunt May told me she had taken advantage of you being drunk at a party in hopes to extort money out of you if she got pregnant. 

She died in a plane crash after I was born, leaving me with my Aunt, on the run from some pretty bad Tax fraud. I'm really sorry about her, I hope she didn't try to get money from you without my Aunt or Uncle knowing. 

I only found out I was your son when I tried to retrace my family tree. The reason that I'm writing to you isn't to ask for money, I wouldn't want it even if you offered me it. I guess I wanted to let you know I exist in case a tabloid finds out about me before you do.

I'm Peter Parker, by the way, I'm fourteen and I go to Midtown High School in Queen's, just in case you were wondering.

So hello, dad (wow this feels weird), and thanks for saving my life at that Stark Expo, I was the kid in the Iron Man mask.