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Tony wondered around the tower. Everything was being put in place, each Avenger had a floor of their own. A room for guests and a room for Peter to stay in if he happened to fall asleep on their floor. Each floor was designed with the specific Avenger in mind. It was a living space, a space to sleep, eat, relax and be alone if they wanted. Natasha's floor had a shooting range as well as a dance studio. Steve's had a art studio and a personal gym. Bucky had a state of the art kitchen to bake to he got diabeties. Clint had a archery room and a gaming room with every game and consle in exsistance. Bruce had a yoga room and a room filled wit

Tony looked at the test results on his screen. Eyes not moving and barely breathing as Friday had announced the DNA Test was finished. He couldn't stop looking. Peter Parker - 99.9% match with Tony Stark. Tony was a dad. Tony was a dad to a teenager. Tony was a dad to Spider-Man. Holy.Shit. Tony was possibly freaking out.  Tony was defiantly freaking out. "How did I not know...." He mumbles a little, he rubs his eyes, ones that were so similar to Peter's own. Tony should of noticed the curly hair (trait in his family from his mother), Peter's weird hand jesters that match Tony's own when he's excited, his brain power alone should

Peter woke to soft mummers above him and a large hand running through the curls of his hair, his entire body felt ready to just relax into the touch and fall back asleep. He wasn't sure how long he'd had a 'nap' but he knew the hand in his hair wasn't Natasha's. "-You'd need to talk to him about it Tony." The voice said above him, Peter strained his ears and it took him some time to realise it was Bruce's hand running through his hair. "Yeah but what if he gets offended that I even thought about it?" Tony asked, Peter laid still pretending to still be napping as he listened. "I just need him to sign the papers and then get a DNA sample. That

It's been a week. A week of living with the Avengers, a week of no school, no contact with his friends...no contact with May. Peter wouldn't admit that he missed her, he wouldn't admit that he woke up at night expecting to see his bedroom or that when he woke up in the mornings the smell of burnt toast and loud out of tune singing to some random 80's song. He wouldn't admit he missed her bad cooking, her long awkward goodbyes before he headed off to school or the embarrssing kisses on the head when they were shopping if he spotted friends from school. He missed her. He hated that he missed her, hated that she was so ok with just leaving him o

To say Peter was stunned was an understatement. Shocked, numb those kinds of words they worked but didn't grasp the whole situation. Not even 4 hours ago Peter was happily chatting to Aunt May on the phone about what food they were going to eat that night and now here he is, wearing a lose pair of black trousers and a random Star wars shirt in side of the compound, about to go out and meet the Avengers as Peter Parker. Science nerd, geeky teenage boy with a serious need to head through puberty, and not as Spider-Man. To say he wasn't sure how to feel was laughable especially when he was faced with the reality of the situation, with a heavy si

"What the FU-" Thats all Peter remembers as he stood in his bed room, watching his aunt's lips move in what could only be described as a hissy fit. He knew she was screaming, saying every swear under the sun, he knew he should talk-say anything. Try to calm her down even if he knew it was just going to lead to more screaming. Peter took a deep breath, trying to calm his anixety as sound soon came back to him. "-lying to me all this time! I didn't raise a liar Peter Benjamin Parker. I don't house them either! Get out. Pack your things-get out" she points at him, he gulps, looking for his words to calm her down. "Aunt May please-" He stumbled

The Zoret species was one of the oldest species of the Preleo realm. A species of humonid like creatures with large Light filled wings, that form on command that live for over thousands of years. They are often found with white or black hair and a course of tattoo's representing their talents, these tatto's are usualy given when a Zoret reaches the age of 20 years old, as this marks the beggining of adulthood. This is the story of the heir to the new kingdom and how she over came her tainted blood. And it all begins with her mother. It was another day, another annoyance. "Princess, light leaf green or dark green leaf?" A few zorets stared at

Ludwig replayed the memory again and again in his mind. 'Luddy! we're having a bambino!'  He couldn't belive it. A new baby in the house, he was praying it stayed as one but he was more worried about his husband. He shivered at the memories of how morning sickness racked his body and how he begged him for a nap after 3 steps from the bed. He admits the latter wasnt much diffrent then what Feli usually did but it was worrying all the same. Ring His head snapped up from his study, he glanced at the time. "Franz is probably being sent home." He mutters getting up and answering with a sigh. "Hallo, what has Franz done now?" He asked before the

"Franz! Amadora!" A loud voice echo'd, a thick German accent laced the voice. "If you two don't come out by the count of 3 you will not be getting any more pasta or wurst until your 20!" A large German man stood in the middle of his front room, his blonde hair slicked back as his ocean blue eyes scanned the area. He heard soft gasps from his statement and a smirk played on his lips. "Eine!" small feet shuffled from down the hall, he tried to keep a streight face as he heard soft 'he wouldn't he loves his wurst' was heard. "Zwei!" A second set of gasps escaped the children and the shuffles seemed to get faster. He took a deep breath. "Zweie

"Franz! Amadora!" A loud voice echo'd, a thick German accent laced the voice. "If you two don't come out by the count of 3 you will not be getting any more pasta or wurst until your 20!" A large German man stood in the middle of his front room, his blonde hair slicked back as his ocean blue eyes scanned the area. He heard soft gasps from his statement and a smirk played on his lips. "Eine!" small feet shuffled from down the hall, he tried to keep a streight face as he heard soft 'he wouldn't he loves his wurst' was heard. "Zwei!" A second set of gasps escaped the children and the shuffles seemed to get faster. He took a deep breath. "Zweie