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Peter Benjamin Stark was born on the 10th of August 2001 as a result of a one-night stand between billionaire playboy Tony Stark, and small-scale lab-worker Mary Parker. Tony Stark never expected or wanted himself to be a father, especially not after his past experiences with his own. Mary and Richard Parker however, had always wanted a child of their own, it didn’t matter if he only shared DNA with one parent.
This meant that the boy went from Peter Stark to Peter Parker permanently, only hearing of his biological father through the news and short stories his mother would tell him, and the monthly cheque that his parents would receive in the mailbox. This divide between father and son continued even after Mary and Richard Parker sadly passed. Peter was barely 6 years old when he was transferred to living with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, another couple cursed with Parker luck and the inability of having children of their own.
Even at 14 years old, Peter Parker had never met his biological father, and he was okay with that. If the man wanted nothing to do with Peter, then Peter wanted nothing to do with him. All Peter needed was his Aunt May, she was the only real family he had left, and hopefully, things would stay that way.
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June 19th 2016, 9pm.
Peter was tired, like, really tired. He had been studying all day for his final exam and couldn’t wait to finally go to bed. Of course, that wouldn’t be happening for a few hours. Peter was half asleep on his desk when he heard a knocking on his door before it creaked open. Peter moved his body off the desk and spun around to face the door with his spinny chair. Light rushed in from the hallway, enveloping Peters bedroom in a warm glow. May leaned against the doorway smiling, “I’m heading to bed Pete, don’t stay up too late alright?”
Peter smirked and nodded his head down in acceptance, “I’ll try not to… again.”
“Good to hear.” May walked over to Peters desk where she picked up his empty plate from dinner. (When he said he’d been studying all day he meant it!) “But, if you do stay up,” May pointed her free hand at Peter quickly “Which you shouldn’t-,” Her hand then moved to Peters shoulder, giving him a half-hug while still holding the plate, “There are some leftovers in the fridge.”
“Thanks Aunt-May. Like seriously, thankyou.” Peter hadn’t told May about his superpowered adventures, but it seemed she knew the kid was always needing more food than the house had to offer. Even when working nearly all the time, she was always looking out for Peter. She really was an amazing aunt.
Aunt may walked back over to the door, her silhouette standing in the way of the warm glow from the hallway, she held the door with one hand and looked over her shoulder. “Love you Pete.”
“I love you too Aunt May.”
Peter waited until the door shut fully. Once it was he immediately hurried to grab his super-suit, one that was hidden in a ceiling tile of his room. This was his Spider-suit 2.0, AKA the masterpiece. After Peter fought the Vulture, his old suit was practically destroyed, he had to make a new one, and with Neds help he had managed to find the materials to make a pretty amazing design if he did say so himself. The suit was spandex, it was simple but smart. The Spider-emblem on the front and back made himself easily obvious, and the eyes were easy to see out of, the shutters of them reflecting Peters real eye movement. Meanwhile, Peter had managed to figure out a way to make a voice modulator. That meant that he sounded nowhere near as young or high pitched as he used to. That was always a positive when dealing with villains and hero’s alike. He has a reputation to uphold here!
Peter slipped into his suit as quietly as possible, and waited until he heard May close her bedroom door fully and turn off the light. The second she did, Peter shuffled into the kitchen to grab a snack before he left. He noticed a takeout container which seemed filled with some old Thai and decided to quickly microwave it, to bring with him while out on patrol. After he stuffing the Thai into a thermos container, Peter was ready to move.
That night, not much happened while on Patrol, Peter helped a young girl find her parents, he (somehow!) managed to hotwire a car for a man, and ended up managing to stop one purse snatcher. But Peter didn’t really care, it didn’t matter if he was fighting tons of crime or no crime, all that mattered was that Queens was safe. Peter just liked the freedom as well, he liked being able to move from building to building, feeling like nothing was holding him back. Nobody knew him, nobody knew that under the mask he was a teenager with more flaws, fears, and scars than you can count on your fingers, and he loved that fact.
Peter landed on the roof of a random building near one of the larger roads, he took a seat and let his legs dangle off of the edge, and began to open up the container of Thai food he had left there earlier before he started his patrol. He lifted his mask up partway, and simply looked over at the streets of New York. The view was always changing, always developing, but it never failed to take Peters breath away.
Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through social media and local news, because, safe to say, the news was pretty crazy these days. Apparently the Avengers ended up having a sort of civil-war which ended up nearly tearing them apart completely. A press conference was set up for the next day, which would apparently cover the changes, but all people really knew was that for a short moment, Captain America was a wanted criminal. It was pretty ironic.
Captain America, versus… Iron Man. Peter looked out at the horizon again. Iron Man. Tony Stark. Peters dad. Tony stark had caused a civil war within the Avengers, Peter wasn’t surprised.
Peter knew Tony Stark was his father, it was a fact to him since he was born. It was also a fact to him that he was completely unwanted by his father, he had never even met the man. For years Peter didn’t really care, Tony Stark is a genius billionaire playboy, of course he wouldn’t want to have to confront one of his biggest mistakes. Besides, at least the man sent a pay-check once a month to the apartment, enough to be able to pay for Peters school tuition. All things considered, Peter didn’t need the man anyway, he had his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, and memories of his real parents that he loved. That was all that was needed for him when he was younger. It didn’t matter who he was blood-related to. Not at all.
But then something changed, Tony Stark married Pepper Potts, he had another kid of his own, a baby girl he actually kept and cared for. That was the first surprise for Peter, Stark having another kid, actually trying a new life. It was the first Crack in Peters attempt to forget about his father.
This crack was far worse. Tony Stark, THE Tony Stark, adopted a random teenage boy that nobody seemed to know anything about. This fact had broken Peter when he had first heard it. Peter had watched the press conference hundreds of times when Harley was introduced. Peter kept replaying a single part of the video, one of Tony Starks throwaway lines completely broke Peter. “He’s like the son I never had.”
So, all things considered, Peter Parker had NO relation to Tony Stark, and never wanted to have any. BUT, Peter Parker was also a teenager with an enhanced metabolism. He needed money, and he knew that there would only be one way for a kid with his intelligence to be able to earn some extra cash. An Internship.
Peter had applied for it months ago after his teachers practically forced him to. Apparently it was college level, but all of the staff at midtown collectively decided that Peter didn’t need to finish his Junior or Senior year anyway. So here Peter was, refreshing his emails, waiting for either the acceptance or denial from a place he had never even wanted to come in the vicinity of. And then he got a notification. Peter put down his Thai and stared directly at his phone. He had been accepted. Peter was going to be an intern at Stark Industries.
The irony practically killed him.