Family

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter meets the reader for the first time. The reader has grown up under the wing of all of the Avengers and hasn’t met many new people before. 

Requested: No

The compound was relatively quiet – for the compound. There were still the distant sounds of Bucky and Sam’s arguing, murmurs from FRIDAY and Bruce. It felt like home.

I was four years old when I was rescued by the Avengers. It was on one of their first missions together, I was being held at a base as a result of something that my parents had done, having seen them murdered before my eyes. 

Steve had found me, curled up in the corner of the room and had tried to coax me out. However, when he took too long Thor came looking for him. The God of Thunder was clearly startled by my presence but I remember how he knelt down, leaving his hammer to the side, and held his large hand out for me to take. 

“Come on, little one, this is no place for such a young girl,”

His voice had been gentle and I remember grabbing his hand, shivering slightly at how cold the room I had been held captive in was. When we got back to the jet, Thor having carried me back as I could not keep up with him and Steve, being four years old at the time, I can remember Tony’s face of complete shock and almost horror at the prospect of keeping me.

I didn’t understand back then what he was saying when he told Thor and Steve, whose lap I had moved onto after settling onto the jet, that I couldn’t stay with them. Of course I didn’t. I was far too young. I didn’t even understand that I was never going to see my parents again.

Nat had pulled me to her then, lifting me up as though she was examining me.

“Small,” she had said. Tony was still arguing that they couldn’t keep me. Then Nat had passed me to Bruce and a small smile lit up his face as he held me cautiously.

“But look at her, Tony, we can’t just hand her over to adoption,” 

Bruce was soft spoken, almost shy, a stark contrast from the other heroes who surrounded me and when I had started to cry, scared by the loud arguments that had broken out between them he held me close, quieting me down. I was moved from his arms then, into Thor’s strong ones. His long blond hair tickled my face and I remember rubbing my eyes from the tears as I looked up at the God.

“We will look after you, little one,”

Since then I had lived in the Avenger’s compound with Bruce, Tony and Nat. Clint would come by often and would take me to visit his family on the farm. Laura loved having me around and, now that I was much older, I would babysit the kids for her. When I got frustrated with Tony or Sam (who moved into the tower about four years ago) I had a room in Steve’s apartment that I would stay in for a couple of days. 

When Bucky then moved into the compound about a year after Sam, I had been twelve years old and not used to people. I was used to the loud hustle and bustle that came with being the ‘kid’ of the Avengers but Bucky was quiet, almost scared. I didn’t know how to act around him, not meeting many new people as Tony had decided that it was better for me to be home schooled than for me to attend school with the other kids considering what my ‘parents’ did. 

Bucky seemed terrified of hurting me the second he met me and actively avoided me for the first three months that he lived at the tower for. It wasn’t until he woke me one night screaming from a nightmare that he started paying attention to me. Steve hadn’t let me in the room, telling me it was too dangerous and Bucky had shouted at me to go away. I went away. To the kitchen. Where I made him hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows, the way that Steve and Sam would make me when I had nightmares.

The screaming had stopped by the time I got back to Bucky’s room and I pushed the door open gently and cautiously, not wanting to spill any of the drink. Steve looked up and gave me a soft smile. The two men were sat on Bucky’s bed, Bucky had his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly as he continued to cry.

“Hey, love, what have you got there?” Steve asked me.

“Hot chocolate for Bucky,” my voice was quiet and Steve smiled even wider at that, especially when Bucky’s head shot up to look at me with what appeared like wonder on his face. Steve gestured for me to come over and I did. I stood in front of Bucky and held out the hot chocolate to him and the super soldier took it with a small smile on his face.

“You should be asleep, Y/N,” Steve said as I climbed onto the bed between the two men. I yawned.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say, feeling myself starting to tire. I lent with my head on Bucky’s lap and my feet in Steve’s and fell asleep. When I woke the next morning I was still in Bucky’s bed, the super soldier asleep on the sofa.

Since then, Bucky had not stopped looking out for me.

I hadn’t spoken to many people outside of the Avengers. I didn’t attend public school and had no friends my own age and almost no social skills. I spoke to Shuri, who would often come and visit me from Wakanda and the two of us had grown close and we would often send each other memes, that was what our friendship consisted of – memes and vines. It was beautiful.

That was why, when I heard that Tony was showing a kid about my age, maybe a year younger around the compound, I wanted to run and hide. I would have succeeded too if I hadn’t been caught by Bruce as I was rushing out of the kitchen, my arms full of half-finished school work. The doctor spun me around and walked me back to the kitchen table.

“You still have work to do, Y/N. Sit down and finish your chemistry and history,” Bruce says sternly and I groan.

“But Uncle Bruce-” I begin to whine but he cuts me off.

“No excuses Y/N, do I need to get someone to sit in here with you to make sure you do your work?” He asks, gently pushing my shoulders down so I sat back at the table. I groaned, slumping down in my chair. 

“You’re the worst,” I grumble but Bruce simply laughs, flipping on the kettle.

“Are you stuck with anything? FRIDAY said that you spent ages looking at your physics book,”

“I feel asleep on them,” I admit sheepishly and Bruce shoots me an unimpressed look. “I’m sorry Uncle Bruce! I know that you and Uncle Tony love all of that stuff but I just don’t get it! Like, history and chemistry is so much more interesting and so much easier to understand,”

“That’s my girl,” Bucky laughs, coming in and ruffling my hair on his way past on his way to the fridge. I grin at him.

“See, Uncle Bucky gets it,”

“Uncle Bucky lived through it,” Bruce replies, mildly unimpressed. “You’re living through all of these physics phenomenons and you aren’t at all interested, I don’t get it,”

“The kid just prefers history and languages, Bruce. Old blokes like me and Steve are far more interesting than you physicists,” Bucky grins, making a sandwich as he speaks. Bruce pulls a face at Bucky’s turned back and I giggle at it.

“That does remind me, Nat wanted me to give you this,” Bruce says, pulling out a book. “Russian stories or something?” He says and I nod.

“Thanks, Auntie Nat wanted me to read them when I have time,” I shrug, adding them to my pile of books.

“How is your Russian coming on?” Bucky asks, turning around to lean against the counter as he talks to me.

“Alright, I guess, Auntie Nat keeps on bugging me about pronunciation but then I point out that I can barely speak English never mind Russian,” Bucky snorts at that as Bruce checks his watch.

“Okay, I’m heading back down to the lab, Y/N, if I hear from FRIDAY that you’re trying to leave without finishing your work again, I will send someone to watch,”

“I’ll watch,” Bucky volunteers and I roll my eyes.

“You’re worse than me, Uncle Buck, the second Uncle Steve arrives you’ll be gone,” I grin and Bucky winks at me as Bruce leaves, coffee mug in hand.

I work in silence for another half hour, a constant fear that Tony’s going to arrive in the kitchen with the kid. I had heard some things about him, I knew that he was Spider-Man and that he was young compared to the rest of the Avengers and his name was Peter. Other than that, though, I was clueless about the kid. 

Then FRIDAY interrupted my study session.

“Thor has returned from Asgard,” she announces and my head shoot up and I take off running towards the staircase. I rush past a few of the other Avengers who were also heading downstairs to greet the God of Thunder but they laugh and let me pass as they see me sprinting down the halls, basically jumping down the stairs.

I barely take note of Tony’s presence in front of Thor, greeting back the God and Thor appears to notice me too, pushing Tony out of the way just in time to catch me as I launch myself into his arms.

“Uncle Thor!” I grin, hugging him tightly. 

I had always been especially close with Thor and when I was younger I used to hate him leaving for Asgard so much that I would cry for days on end for him to return. As a result of Tony and Steve telling him this, he made his visits to Earth more frequent to make sure that I was okay.

“Hello, little one,” he smiles, swinging me around as he has done since I was four years old. 

“You were gone ages,” I groan and Thor chuckles, setting me down and taking in my features.

“I am sorry, little one, there was much to be done on Asgard,” he apologises. “You have changed though,” I laugh.

“That’s what happens when you’re gone for months, Uncle Thor, I get a haircut,”

“I like it, you look very nice,” he then bends down to whisper into my ear, “I have a present for you,” he smiles and then straightens up to greet everyone else.

Thor would always bring me home presents from realms he visited. It started the first time that I cried over him leaving and he had carried the notion on ever since then. 

“While we’re doing introductions, Peter this is our kid, Y/N,” Tony says. I whirl around, the idea of meeting Tony’s companion having completely slipped my mind in the joy of seeing Thor again.

“Your kid, like all of yours kid?” Peter asks in confusion.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Tony shrugs. I smile shyly at Peter, offering my hand which he shakes with a smile.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,”

“You too,” Peter grins. He was cute, messy brown hair, pretty eyes, a wide, bright smile that lit up his whole face. He was wearing a simple outfit of just a hoodie and a pair of jeans with a school bag slung over one shoulder. “I’ve never seen you around, where do you go to school?” He asks me.

“I’m home schooled,” I reply quietly, looking at my hands, flushed with embarrassment. 

“Y/N, how about you show Parker round while we talk to Thor,” Tony says and I catch his eye and blush when he wiggles his eyebrows at me. Steve shoots him a disapproving look and Thor frowns deeply at Tony’s actions. 

“So, homeschooled, what’s that like?” Peter asks and I smile at how adorably awkward he is, clearly even less sure than me how to start a conversation.

“Well, it works out well when you have someone to teach every subject living with you,” I point out and Peter smiles at that as I lead him upstairs.

“I mean you do live with Captain America. I’m sure he’s a pretty good history teacher,”

“Yeah, him and Buck taught me half of my course for history,” I admit with a grin in Peter’s direction.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure?”

“I’ve always been slightly scared by them,”

“Who? Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve?” I question.

“Yeah and Thor,”

“All three of them are lovely, they just look scary,”

“Really?”

“Really, they raised me so they’ve had to be polite,” I grin.

A couple of months passed and Peter and I talked often, he even invited me out to a coffee shop with his friends Michelle and Ned after he finished school one day. It was nice to finally have friends my age and since we were learning the same courses we had a nice time complaining about how difficult they were. The only difference was that I was also learning Russian and I had grown to love speaking in Russian around them and hearing them trying to guess what I was saying.

I had grown a crush on Peter, it was painfully obvious for everyone to see and Michelle had tried to assure me that Peter liked me too, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. Peter saw me as a best friend, nothing more.

One night I woke to an insistent tap on my window. I groaned, rolling out of bed and opening the curtains to reveal Peter in his spiderman suit.

“Peter?” I question, opening the window. It was raining quite hard outside and I pulled him in. “What are you doing?” I question, feeling how cold he was.

“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t want to go home in the storm,” he admits, a little shyly. I nod straight away.

“Yeah, of course you can, Peter! Look, I’ll go and find some clothes for you to change into. There’s a towel in my bathroom. Go and dry off, alright,” I say, seriously worried about him. He was soaking wet and shivering. “You’re an idiot for going outside in that, Parker,” I huff, searching around my room for a pair of sweatpants I knew that Sam had passed down to me and a shirt I had stolen from Bucky a while ago after he grew out of it.

“Is that my hoodie?” Peter asks after changing into the clothes I gave him, coming out an shaking his hair our to dry, almost like a dog.

I look down and blush. “Sorry, I guess I never gave it back,” I apologise but Peter grins, shaking his head.

“Don’t be silly, you look adorable in it,” he smiles, coming across the room to hug me. I relax in his arms, putting mine around his waist and resting my head on his chest.

“Peter?” He makes a noise of acknowledgement. “This might be a really bad time to mention it but I like you a lot,” I murmur and Peter chuckles.

“It’s never a bad time to mention that, sweetheart,” he says, gently tilting my head up to press a feather-light kiss to my lips. I smile widely at the action. “Your dads are going to kill me tomorrow, aren’t they?”

I don’t know, I just thought this was a cute idea