I'm currently procrastinating writing the next chapter of Hurts Like Hell, so you guys are just gonna have to deal with this. Probably gonna be a series of one shots but its whatever yknow.

Civil War did not end with Steve and Tony fighting, instead they talked to each other like adults and the avengers are still together because I said so.

Peter Parker was an ordinary student.

Well, "ordinary" might be pushing it a little bit.

He's definitely... unique, in a sense.

Seeing that he is New York's Spider-Man.

He's also Tony Stark's... "intern."

Unfortunately no one believes Peter when he says that, but hey. If you were just a nerdy loser who finished LEGO sets with his best friend in his spare time, no one would believe you either if you told people that you were Iron Man's intern.

He's had a bunch of interesting things happen to him since then, of course.

For starters, Peter had stolen Captain America's shield, which then followed him tying up a giant tired dumbass and making him fall to the ground.

Tony also made him a new suit, which was awesome.

Man, Tony is so amazing. He's so nice and cool and the best person ever.

But that's not what we're gonna talk about here.

We're gonna talk about things that have happened during his so called "internship."

It's gonna be great-

"Mister Stark, are you seriously narrating yourself?" The elevator dinged, revealing a lanky fifteen year old kid.

"What? No." Said billionaire turned off his phone, shoving it inside his pocket and smiling awkwardly. "You were taking forever to get here."

"I was like, three minutes late, Mister Stark. It's not that big of a deal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. What do you say we work on my suit for a bit? Thought you'd like that."

"Me? Are you serious?" Peter looked at him with an awed expression, which he tried (and failed) to hide. "I mean, yeah, cool, sure, whatever." He moved his arms around a bit, trying to figure out where to place them, but then ended up just putting them inside his hoodie pockets.

"Great."

So this is Peter's life. Wake up, forget to eat breakfast, go to school, get a sandwich at Delmar's, and run to Stark Industries as fast as he could.

Well, it could be worse.

"So, Parker," Tony watched as Peter fiddled with his Iron Man suit, watching gears turn in his head as the kid moved some stuff around and programmed new things into his suit. "How was school?"

"It was fine." He shrugged and swiped away some messages on a tablet that he had made by himself recently. His mentor raised his eyebrows and nodded, eyeing Peter carefully.

He had a bruise on his left cheek, and even though it looked like it was already fading, Tony had still noticed it and frowned.

"Nice bruise. Where'd you get it?"

"Huh? Oh, during Phys Ed."

"Hm." He dropped the subject and helped Peter with the suit.

"Wanna stay for dinner?"

Peter had been packing up his backpack after he finished his homework, which had been fairly easy. He was Peter, after all. The kid had a brain and used it when he wanted to. "Really?"

"Yeah, if you want. Nat makes good spaghetti." Tony in turn knocked on Black Widow's room, telling her to start cooking. The woman grumbled but said that she'd be out in a few minutes. Clint and Sam, who were in the living room, watching some dumb sitcom, laughed.

"The Avengers eat spaghetti. Unbelievable..." Peter shook his head in disbelief, smiling lightly. Stark turned to look at him, amused.

"What's so unbelievable about it, Underoos?"

Clint tilted his head, remembering hat nickname from... somewhere. He just couldn't remember where exactly, but he knew that he had heard Tony say that nickname before.

"Well, most people would expect the freaking Avengers to always eat out in a fancy restaurant or something."

"I know I'm rich but I would like it if I stayed my current weight, thanks very much." Tony pretended to grumble, crossing his arms. Natasha had come out to begin making the spaghetti, and had a subtle smile on her face.

"Whatever you say, Mister Stark."

Natasha finished making the food half an hour later, and Steve had to force Tony and Peter out of his lab, saying something about how they couldn't just skip meals everyday. When Peter unhelpfully pointed out that he hadn't eaten breakfast for the past year, Tony had pulled his ear and told him that he wasn't supposed to do that, although the kid suspected that his mentor probably does the same thing from time to time.

But man, was Miss Widow's food ever good.

It tasted like what he thought food would taste like if Gordon Ramsay had a baby with Guy Fieri.

A few snickers left the table and Nat smirked, clearly entertained. "Thanks, kid."

"Shit, I said that out loud? I'm really sorry Miss Black Widow ma'am-"

"Language, fanboy," Tony laughed, elbowing Peter and smiling cheekily at Steve, who grumbled. The kid glared at him half heartedly and the team took pity on him and dropped the subject. They ate in peace, with Clint and Natasha chatting about whatever it is they talk about, and Bruce trying (and failing) to educate Sam about why drinking bleach would be a bad idea. Peter would've interjected into their conversation to say that he was taking Sam's side, but he was too busy dying of embarrassment.

Chatter and laughter filled the dining room, and Peter kind of liked the idea of having a big "family." He was always used to just him, May, and Ben, but with Ben gone the dining table had always felt more quiet and lonely. It was a nice change, in Peter's opinion, and it was nice seeing that the Avengers acted like they were family. It was cool, and he was thankful they were still together, and that Mister Rogers and Mister Stark did not have a falling out like they almost did.

He was so glad that they didn't. He couldn't stand watching his heroes be pulled apart.

"Underoos."

"Hm? Mister Stark?" Tony inwardly sighed at the recurring name, feeling like a hundred years old. That was supposed to be Steve's and Barnes' job.

"Tony," he corrected absentmindedly, twirling his fork into the noodles. "Wanna work on your suit tomorrow? There's not a lot we have to do so I was just wondering."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Sounds good, sir."

"I'm sorry, he has a suit?" Steve looked at Tony, confusion and a hint of anger in his face clear. "Like, a suit like yours and mine? Are you serious, Tony? He's like, twelve!"

"I'm fifteen.." Peter muttered quietly, glaring at his mentor for not being more subtle about it. Tony gave Peter a "don't worry about it" look and the kid sighed, pushing the noodles around in his plate.

"Oh boy, Spangles. Technically no, he's not a superhero, chill out," Steve opened his mouth to say something else, but Tony put his hand up, "He helped out in making the... the Spider... Spider-Dude... Sp-"

"Spider-Man." Peter looked at Tony blankly, but was impressed that he was able to come up with an excuse so quickly.

"Yeah, what the kid said. He gave me some ideas on the suit and whatever whatever. Spidey trusts Underoos here more in making his suit better though, the traitor..." Steve eyed Tony carefully, but accepted the excuse, taking a sip of water before going back to eating.

Natasha looked at Tony with an amused expression, shaking her head. "I just hope you don't get Parker killed by one of your inventions." The man in question looked offended.

"Wow, I cannot believe that you would think that low of me," He said in a mock hurt expression. Peter snickered quietly and continued eating spaghetti, careful not to eat too much or else they might be suspicious and ask questions. Tony noticed his silence and nudged him.

"What?"

"Is it okay if we work on the suit or not?"

"Yeah, its whatever, thanks dad."

The entire table grew silent, even Clint and Sam had stopped arguing. Peter indifferently continued eating, unaware of what he just said. Tony looked like he was about to cry, but forced the tears away, staring at Peter with a sort of proud expression. You know, the kind of expression dads have when they look at their kids' accomplishments.

Peter looked up and blushed lightly, intimidated by people staring at him, especially the fricking Avengers. "...why is everyone staring at me?"

Tony almost laughed out loud; only Peter would be like this, only Peter...

"You just called Stark 'dad,'" Clint pointed out the obvious, looking two seconds away from laughing. "You said 'thanks, dad.'" He made a horrible Peter impression, who in turn choked on his spaghetti, glaring at the archer.

"No, I didn't," he insisted, crossing his arms. "I said thanks man."

"Do you see me as... as a father figure, Parker?" Tony tried to sound casual, but inside, he was freaking out, because oh my god Peter fucking Parker called him dad and oh god he was so happy.

"No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure," the kid huffed, his face red with embarrassment, "because you're always bothering me!"

"Wow.." Sam blinked at him, stunned. This little skinny kid literally called Tony Stark "dad." That's so wack.

Natasha stood up, mock glaring at the "intern." "Hey, show your father some respect, kid." She crossed her arms and put her dish in the sink, stifling a laugh.

"I didn't call him dad!"

"Aw, its okay little Underoos."

"Fuck you, Mister Stark."

"Language." Steve and Tony said, at the exact same time with the exact tone, and they smiled at each other and continued to "reprimand" Peter, who in turn buried his face in his hands.

Tony offered to drive Peter home that night, and the kid expected something to happen while on his way home, like being made fun of again for calling his mentor "dad."

He didn't even mean to, it just sorta slipped out, and he hadn't even notice it was too late.

God he was such a chaotic mess.

"Here ya go, kid." Tony finally pulled up at Peter's apartment after what felt like hours, and the intern gave him a strained smile, still completely embarrassed, which was totally acceptable.

"Thanks, Mister Stark..." He opened the door, but his mentor put a hand on his shoulder with an unreadable question.

"No problem, son. Want to have a game of catch tomorrow?" Tony teased, ruffling his hair to increase the effect

"Wow, you are not going to let me forget that, are you sir?"

"Nope, and stop calling me sir."

"Whatever, Mister Stark. God, I'm so embarrassed, stupid mouth..."

"Bye Spider-Baby." Tony called after Peter exited the door, and he received a glare. The man just laughed and waved goodbye at Peter, and started the drive back to the tower.

Man, he was called "dad" by the kid who he saw as his son.

Maybe meeting the little Spiderling wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Review and favourite this story! Shout out to everyone who know the reference, I couldn't help but make that as the first chapter, haha. If you have any feedback or constructive criticism, I would love to hear it, also if you have any ideas or prompts, feel free to review! See you!