Spider-Man One Shots

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Summary: Peter unexpectedly arrives at the compound while the Avengers are having bonding night- which is failure, of course, until Peter intervenes.

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After the Civil War, the Rogue Avengers were pardoned and welcomed back in the compound. That, however, didn't mean that both teams were pleased to be with each other, as rivalries had awoken and were hard to push back.

That's why Nick Fury was forcing them to spend time together twice a week, which was an amazing idea.

Not.

And there they were, seating across each other, trying and failing to decide what game they would play next.

Rhodey spoke up, "I say monopoly."

"Mario kart," Clint countered.

More fights were born of those propositions, each Avenger trying to get everyone to play what they wanted.

"Please, the only logical option is Just Dance," an unknow voice said from the window. Seconds later, every weapon in the room was directed to the intruder.

"Who-?" Steve began threatening but realized midway who it was. "Spider-Man?"

Peter held his hands up in a "hold up, I'm innocent" fashion.

"Hey, Spidey," Tony said off-handedly. He was the only one still seated and calm. He was used to Peter's entrances, after all.

"Hi, Mr. Stark!"

Everyone dropped their weapons.

"Tony, did you invite him?" Sam asked in confusion.

"Nope, he does whatever he wants."

Spider-Man visibly smiled under the mask.

Before anyone else could make a comment, Tony spoke again, "Did you need something?"

Peter glanced around for a second, as if coming to a decision, and said, "What? Don't you want me here? I'm hurt, Mr. Stark."

"That's not it and you know it, kid," Tony said, feigning annoyance but with a small smile in his lips and relaxed shoulders. It was the most relaxed any of the Avengers had seen him since they were back, they noticed.

"Wait, 'kid'?" Clint asked. Judging by Natasha's frown, she was thinking the same thing.

"Uhh-"

"He doesn't have any reason to reveal his identity to you yet, so he won't say his age."

"He must be around twenty-five then. Tony used to call Wanda 'kid' at that age, too," Steve said. No one answered.

Awkward silence.

"Anyway, you said Just Dance?" Tony broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Surprisingly, everyone agreed. It seemed like Spider-Man had some influence in them, for a reason they couldn't understand.

From that moment on, the tension in the room practically disappeared.

"And then the old lady bought me a churro!" Peter said, making Rhodey and Clint smile in amusement and slight, unnoticed, fondness.

"How many old ladies have you helped, Spidey?" Natasha asked from the other side of the room, where she was still playing cards with Tony, just like Peter had left her half an hour ago.

"I can't really remember, wait a sec," he answered honestly. "Karen, how many?"

"An approximated of forty per week since you have this suit," a female voice said aloud from the suit.

"Woah, kid, that's nice," Tony praised him.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, but that's just my job," Peter said, flustered.

"Stop with the modesty, kid, because not every fifteen-year-old is out in the streets every week helping old ladies"

Every last person in the room froze.

"Did you say-" Bucky started.

"Fifteen?" Steve finished. He looked horrified.

Peter took off his mask now that his secret was out and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm fifteen."

A second of silence and then everyone's voices juxtaposed.

"Holy cow-"

"What the heck?"

"Damn, kid!"

"Oh god, he's fifteen-"

"Everyone shut up," Tony yelled. "Kid, why are you so pale? Have you been sleeping enough? Eating? Damn, kid, you know your metabolism is fast," Tony's Concerned Dad Mode had been activated.

"No, Mr. Stark, none of that!" Tony relaxed. "But I- you know I didn't get to tell you why I was here in the first place." Tony tensed once again.

"Peter..." The man started warningly.

"I just needed a place to crash for some hours, just until..."

"Until...?" Tony asked anxiously.

"I may or may not have been stabbed," Peter admitted. "Thrice," he added.

"Peter! Are you alright? Why didn't you say anything?!" Tony was frantic now, running beside the teen.

All these hours that the kid had been appeasing the childish fights of the Avengers, who were all adults, he had sustained painful injuries. And yet, Peter had been worrying about them, trying and succeeding to get their relationships back to the way they were before the Accords, and completely neglecting his own health.

"Meh, a couple stabs, gunshots and broken ribs aren't much. I healed just fine," he dismissed Tony's concerns.

"What if you hadn't? Peter, you healed painfully only so you didn't 'bother' us. You could have died!"

Peter tilted his head to the side slightly. "Where are the downsides?"

"Kid, what the hell?"

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Sorry if this is bad and has more mistakes than usual, I can't see properly (read my previous announcement if you're confused) but I didn't want to leave you with no update today so... There