OKAY! The person who suggested this wanted it to be Steve doing shit with Bucky but I like him too much so it's gonna be someone else *wink wonk*

Oh yeah! And people know how Peter is Stark's kid and all that shit-

slight trigger warning? mention of sex sooo

Peter groaned as him as his class all filed off the yellow school bus. With the sight of Stark Tower looming over them, the students chatted loudly, excitement spreading like wild fire. They all rushed inside, them gasping at the pristine lounge.

"This is sick!" Ned exclaimed. Peter nodded.

"Yeah, I just hope I don't see anyone, especially my dads," he replied.

"Too bad Flash is sick, he would of loved this place," Ned sighed dreamily. Peter laughed, punching the boy's arm.

"Stop daydreaming about your lover-boy," he teased. Ned rolled his eyes and the two teenagers caught up with the group, falling into line.

"Alright students! I'm your tour guide, Lela, and- oh my god!" the tour guide stopped mid sentence when her eyes fell onto Peter. "O-Oh my... you're P-Peter Stark."

Peter gave a slight smile, panic rising under his calm-demeanor. "That I am. A pleasure to meet you, Lela," he responded professionally. Lela almost passed out on the spot.

"I'm a huge fan of your work, Mr. Stark. You're very t-talented," she breathed. Peter chuckled, his tensed muscles beginning to loosen up.

"Why thank you, miss. Now how about we get on with the tour?"

-

Two hours filled with stops in multiple labs and conference rooms later, Peter and his classmates were readying to finish up the tour. They had just stopped in the last R&D lab they were allowed access into, and were walking towards the elevator when they heard odd sounds coming from one of the rooms.

With Peter's enhanced hearing, he heard soft moans and pants coming from the other side of the door, making his insides turn. Cautiously, he moved forwards and turned the handle, which was surprisingly unlocked. The teen hero pushed the door open and almost collapsed at the sight.

"P-ops?" he choked out. There, in front of him were his pops and some random dude in a bed, naked, the only sensory was the blanket covering them from the waist down.

"Peter, I can explain-" Steve tried to say, scrambling to fix this. Tears clouded Peter's vision.

"H-How could you? How long had this been going on? Who the fuck even is this guy?" the teen pressed, anger sinking in. Steve was at loss for words.

"Peter, please-" Steve spoke but was cut off by his son.

"No, dad. What the fuck?"

Steve was so shooketh he didn't even say 'language.'

okay this is just shit

i haven't eaten anything today but i'm not hungry? am i dying