alright just to clear some things up: this is a continuation of last chapter, "Ex-Boyfriend's and Ice Cream" this is just more of a different setting, with explanations.

okay? okay, let's get into it!

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"Kid, wake up!" Tony said, knocking on the door of his son's bedroom. He heard a muffled groan and pushed the door open to see Peter burying himself in the sheets, squinting in the new light.

"I don't feel so good," he whined, cuddling into the black pillowcase. Tony sighed, walking over and sitting down on the bed. He pressed a hand to the teen's forehead, quickly pulling it away.

"God, your burning up!" the billionaire exclaimed. Peter mumbled inaccuracies, moaning in discomfort. (not that way you uncultured swines) "Let's get you laid down on the couch so I can watch over you. I'll call the school and let them know."

Ten minutes later and many back and forth trips, Peter was finally settled on the comfy sofa in the living room, blankets stacked around ready to be used, a big cup of hot tea on the table and enough wii games to last him a year set on the floor. Tony sat at the kitchen island, (the kitchen and living room is sorta connected, so there's no walls and it's all open) typing away on his Stark Pad.

Peter swirled his tongue around the thick black ring that was embedded in his lip, his fingers messing with the identical black ring that was in his nose. His midnight black hair reflected the light coming in front the windows. Black nail polish was chipping away on his nails, making him slightly annoyed.

Tony groaned loudly, catching the attention of his kid. "The team's coming over, my god I completely forgot!" he said, rubbing his temples. Peter snickered before coughing a few times.

"Ha-" he was interrupted by a sneeze. "-hahaha."

Tony chuckled at the teen's sick laughter before standing up, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, I should get ready-"

Tony was cut off by the elevator doors opening, revealing the Avengers themselves. When they saw Tony mid-conversation with some random ass enough kid, they were confused.

"Um- Tony? Who's that?" Steve asked wearily as he motioned towards the boy, noticing the scars on his face. Tony smiled.

"This is my son, Peter," he replied. Steve's mouth turned into an "o" shape before closing it, nodding along.

"So... what's wrong with him?" Clint asked, earning a painful smack upside his head from Natasha. She scolded him in Russian. "Alright, I'm sorry!"

"If you're wondering about my scars," Peter spoke for the first time, rolling his brown doe eyes. "I got my eye scar from my biological dad when I was seven- he tried to stab me. This star is from my aunt May when she grabbed a knife and carved it into my temple, and my lip scar is from a real dickhead at my old orphanage."

"I dyed my hair black because I can, I have piercings because I like them. I've had many boyfriends 'cause I'm gay and you can leave if you don't like it. I wear black because it suits me. And I'm sick so don't come near me or I will hit you."

The Avengers stood, flustered by the way this teenager had talked to them.

"That's unacceptable, young man. That is no way to-" Steve was cut off by a black and white pocketknife whizzing last his head, barely grazing his ear.

"You're in my house, gramps. Besides, you were always my least favorite," Peter stayed, leaning back on the couch before sneezing a few times. The Avengers were shocked into silence.

"Damn."