This was the worst car trip ever.

His Father was an… enthusiastic driver to say the least. Speeding around corners and yelling at other drivers to get out of the way.

Honestly, Peter was sure this was going to be the last journey he would ever take.

Like now, for example, they were drifting into the oncoming traffic lane in order to over-take someone.

"You are going to get us killed!"

"You worry too much. JARVIS, how long until the next stop?"

"Next left, Sir."

"Perfect!"

Following the directions, Tony turned, pulling into the car park of… an Avengers-based theme park…. And not a very good one.

"Look at this!" Tony cackled, "This is possibly... the worst thing ever!"

A child was screaming as her mother dragged her into the main hall, causing Peter to roll his eyes slightly. "At least you admit it… I'll stay in here."

"Party pooper. Come on, this'll be fun!"

Ignoring Peter's protests, Tony dragged him inside, tossing a hundred dollar note at the stunned ticket guard as an entrance fee, pulling Peter into the main hall.

"Oh good." He beamed, "We're just in time for the show."

On the stage at the front, a man dressed as Iron Man popped up. "Hey kids! Who's the greatest Avenger?"

As the kids all cheered out their answers (all different and at different times, making it sound very disjointed). Tony pulled Peter into the front row, chuckling as Peter flushed in embarrassment.

The other 'Avengers' all joined the first actor onto the stage, starting to sing and 'fight'.

"This is pathetic." Peter grumbled, ignoring how his Dad was recording the entire thing. It took too long for the song to come to an end… far too long.

Once they managed to make it outside the hall, Tony focused on something in the distance. "Ha!" He exclaimed, glee in his voice, "I'll be right back!"

"Take your time… please." When Tony was far enough away, Peter groaned and buried his face in his hands, "My life is a living hell."

"Now son, is that the kind of language you should be using?" The Captain America actor made his way over to Peter, a disapproving look on his face.

It was eerie how accurate that look was.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"I think I know what will make you feel better." The Captain stretched out his arms, attempting to pull Peter into a hug, only to blink in shock as the teen nimbly danced out of the way.

"No." Peter stated firmly, glaring at the actor until he backed away, choosing to deal with the mob of children instead.

There was no way some actor would be able to imitate his Papa's hugs perfectly, so there was no point.

And then the mask was slipped on over his face.

Quickly, Peter pulled it off, rolling his eyes at his Dad. "Why Iron Man? Couldn't you find a Spiderman one instead?"

Tony frowned, "Spiderman's not an Avenger kid… and I thought I was your favourite hero? You always said so."

"Yeah, when I was eight!" Peter glanced around, noticing just how many people were staring at them, all taking pictures of the famous billionaire superhero.

He couldn't stand this.

Running away from the crowds, Peter raced straight through the car park and out of the sideshow attraction altogether, heading towards the road in order to possibly hitch a ride.

Or get far away enough that he could web out of here.

And then the rain started… and a passing car sped right through a puddle, splashing water all over him.

"Peter!" Tony raced over, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder, "What are you doing?"

Peter wrenched his shoulder free, "I was trying to get away from you!"

"Me? What did I do?"

"… Forget it." Peter decided to storm back to the car as there weren't any other signs of life he could hitch a lift from.

"Peter… I know it's stupid, but I thought we could have some fun? What's the problem?"

Tugging at the door handles, Peter just sighed, "Nothing…. Let's just get out of here."

Tony stood there in stunned silence, before sighing wearily and unlocking the door… but not without hearing Peter mumble, "No wonder Pops left."

It hurt… Tony wasn't going to deny that. "You er- you dropped your mask."

Peter lost it.

"This is the dumbest vacation ever! You drag me from home, trap me in this car to drive thousands of miles away in order to see some cheap, superhero knock-off show!" Peter slumped in his seat, "Tell me when it's all over."

Silently, Tony started the car and set off, as Peter turned away him from him and stared out of the window.

…..

The following morning, the pair stopped in a large field, getting out of the car as Tony went to set everything up.

Even though all he really needed to do was push a button.

Unable to bear his Father's presence any longer, Peter headed over to the lake, gently brushing a stick through the water, daydreaming about MJ. The daydream was quickly broken when someone oved to stand next to him, prompting Peter to look up.

"Fancy a bit of fishing?"

Peter ignored his Father, not saying a word as he headed back to where they'd parked, sighing at what he saw.

They couldn't just have a normal tent, could they.

…..

"So, how is it going?" Pepper asked over the phone later that night, as Tony rested in his room.

"I don't know what to do Peps." Tony sighed, "Everything I do, only seems to push Peter further and further away… maybe I should back off?"

"No, you should try harder! He's a teenager, these things happen." At the look on Tony's face, Pepper sighed, "Just… take him fishing. Maybe he'll end up enjoying it?"

….

"… And then we can pull it back in."

Peter watched as the line suddenly went tense, Tony jumped up and down in joy. "We've got a big one! Come and help me with this!"

Together, they struggled to pull their catch to the shore.

"Jarvis! I hope you're recording this buddy!" Tony beamed, "I'd like to see Steve catch anything this big! I'm putting this on every screen in New York!"

With on final tug, the end of the fishing line broke free from the water…. Followed by a large, hairy beast.

"B-B-BIGFOOT!"

"Really? I think he's more like the Hulk during a bad hair day."

"RUN!"

"JARVIS! JARVIS! ENGAGE DEFENSIVE PROTOCOLS!"

"There are no weapons Sir, as per your orders."

"AND YOU LISTENED TO ME?!"

Peter shot ahead of his Father, crawling in through the open sun-roof, opening the door for his Dad to get in, before slamming it shut.

"LOCK EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!"

The locks clicked shut just as the creature leapt on top of the car, rocking it from side to side violently. However, it soon lost interest in them, heading over to the supplies and rummaging through them.

"Jarvis…" Tony whispered, "… Please tell me you're recording this."

"I would Sir… but it appears as though the creature has destroyed the outside camera, and the inside camera is not sufficient enough."

Beside Tony, Peter rolled his eyes, slumping back into his seat, "Let's just get out of here."

Nodding in agreement, Tony started to pat down his jacket…. Only to come to a sickening realisation.

Outside, the creature was playing with a set of keys… before throwing them over its' shoulder into the woods

"… I hate you." Peter muttered.