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Reality is What we Make It

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“Honey, I’m home!” A familiar voice called.



Lila and Cooper perked up and Peter mouthed ‘o’.



“Who could that be?” He asked.



“Daddy!” the pair of kids squealed, standing and bolting towards the door. Peter followed them at a slower pace. Clint picked Lila up and ruffled Cooper’s hair as he said hi. Peter beamed when he saw his mother. He also nearly had a heart attack when he was the rest of the GODDAMN AVENGERS, but you know, that’s not important.



“These are… smaller agents.” Tony Stark says to Thor, eyeing the kids carefully.


“Эй, ребенок паук, какие было Это лайк вместе с тетенька Laura?” Natasha cooed as she hugged Peter, pretending the wound in her side wasn’t there.


“оно было здорово.” Peter replied, kissing her cheek.


“Aunty Nat!” Lila runs up to Natasha and gets a hug as well.


“Sorry for barging in on you.” Captain Rogers says.



“Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.” Mr Stark added.



“Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off SHIELD's files, I'd like to keep it that way. I figure it's a good place to lay low.” Clint replied.



“Honey.” Laura sighed.



“I’ve missed you,” Natasha says, hugging Laura. “How’s little Natasha, huh?” she asks, touching Laura’s swollen stomach.

 


“She's…Nathaniel.” Laura replied hesitantly. Natasha leaned down to Laura’s stomach.


“Traitor.”


Thor leaves the house followed by Captain Rogers.

 

“Я скучал по тебе, мама паук.” Peter says, hugging Natasha again and burying his face into the crook of her neck. He had to lean down a little to do that though.



“Я тоже скучал по тебе, малыш паук.” Natasha replied, kissing his forehead and holding Peter close. He’d always been scared she wouldn’t come back, so he was relieved when he saw her.



“I’m sorry what’s… this?” Dr Banner referred to Natasha and Peter.

 


“Peter is my son,” Natasha replied, staring Banner directly in the eye. “Say hello, Peter.”



“Привет, Dr Banner,” Peter says, keeping his cool. Him fanboying would just make the situation worse.



“Son? You have a kid? Jeez, how old is he?” Stark asks, eyeing Peter up and down.



“I’m fourteen, Mr Stark,” Peter replied, keeping steady eye contact with the man.



“Ah, he speaks English as well.” Dr Banner cringed at his own statement.



“That I do.” Peter snickered.



“I’m gonna go see what Cap’s doin' .” Banner turned and strode out the front door.



“I’m gonna go-.” Banner’s eyes flicked to Clint and Laura. “Can I have a shower?”



“Yeah. Spare bedroom down the hall.” Clint says, pointing stairs.



“Thanks.” The doctor walked away.



“You like him~” Peter cooed at his mother.


“Yes I do, Peter,” Natasha replied.


“You know… it’s not fun when you play along with the joke.”



“Exactly.”



Peter rolled his eyes and rounded up Lila and Cooper to play outside.

 



“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time.” Fury was saying. Peter would’ve heard him anyway so he didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t listening. He was sitting right beside Natasha. “My contacts all say he’s building something.”



Lila handed Natasha a painting of a butterfly.



“The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing,” Fury says.



“What about Ultron himself?” Captain Rogers asked, leaning against the archway between the dining room and the living room.



“Oh, he’s easy to track, he’s everywhere.” Fury replies. “That guy’s multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”



“Is he still going after launch codes?” Stark asked, throwing darts.



“Yes he is, but he’s not making any headway.” Fury seemed to be making a sandwich.



“I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare,” Stark replied.



“Well, I contacted our friends and NEXUS about that.” Fury mused.



“NEXUS?” Captain Rogers asked.



“It's the world internet hub in Oslo, every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on earth.” Peter explains.



“Yeah.” Banner murmurs.



“So what'd they say?” Clint asked.



“He's fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed.” Fury replied.



“By whom?” Stark inquired, pulling the darts from the board. A dart glides past Stark’s face and lands in the bullseye. He glares at Clint.



“Parties Unknown.” Fury responded.



“Do we have an ally?” Natasha asked.



“Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is.” Fury replied.



“I might need to visit Oslo, find our ‘unknown’.” Stark muses.



“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that.” Natasha quips.



“I do, I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this-.” He gestured to the kitchen around him. “Laid out in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.” Fury monologues, taking a seat at the head of the table Natasha and Peter sat at.



“Steve doesn't like that kind of talk,” Natasha replies innocently.



“You know what, Romanoff?” Captain Rogers challenges and the Russian smirks at him.



“So what does he want?” Fury asked.



“To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies.” Captain Rogers replies.



“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it.” Stark muses.



“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed.” Natasha sneers.



“They don't need to be protected, they need to evolve,” Banner says, looking at the painting Lila gave Natasha. “Ultron's going to evolve.”



“How?” Fury asked.


“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”

 



“Stay safe, мама,” Peter says, nuzzling protectively into Natasha.



“Always, ребенок паук,” Natasha replies, pressing her lips to Peter’s forehead.



Natasha boarded onto the Quinjet and Peter’s stomach churned. He did NOT have a good idea, but he was going to go through with it anyways.



 

Yeah. Peter was sure this was a bad idea. But there’s literally no going back now so may as well.