#avac peter parker and mcu peter as stony's kid

[naferty]

An AvAc take on the ‘child of ours au!’

Future Tony and Steve, older, not-so-wiser, married, are having issues with a villain of the week that’s hitting a little too close to home. Steve has more or less retired, having passed his shield off to Sam already and letting all the other Avengers handle world safety affairs, only coming back on the field when necessary. He’d much rather spend his time painting, chasing after his rambunctious boy and reminding his also-somewhat-retired husband to eat something along with his coffee. Tony has also surrendered the gauntlets over to his proteges. Helping when they come crashing through his walls and consulting with the big balance keepers when they come knocking on his doors.

Villain of the week has a personal vendetta against both the first avenger and iron man. The villain also has a perfect target to make them suffer the most. Tony and Steve’s boy, Peter Stark-Rogers. 

Tony and Steve ain’t having it, but the villain is persistent and able to bypass all forms of security they set up. Already, Peter had been taken once, rescued at the last possible second before villain could get their hands on him. It’s too much of a risk to try and keep them safe while trying to find leads to this villain, and even worse to have someone else keep an eye on their boys. 

Instead, they improvise. Find a manner in which the villain couldn’t possibly locate their boy, not unless the villain has access to time itself. Tony and Steve ask Strange to send their kid back to a time where villains weren’t as coldhearted and all heroes and anti-heroes were located together in one area.

This is how young Tony Stark wakes up one day. It’s to Jarvis’ insisting calls. “Sir? Sir, wake up. There is an intruder.” 

It doesn’t spur Tony outright, but it does make him sit up. Tony is groggy. His hair is a mess. The sun is bright and blinding. His blanket is on the floor and there’s a kid standing next to his bed. 

The record scratches as he repeats that last part. 

There is a random kid, maybe five or six, just standing next to his bed. 

The fuck? 

“Jarvis, is there a kid in my room?” he says, needing someone to confirm he isn’t going crazy. 

“Yes, Sir. He is the intruder.” 

“Uh -” he eyes the kid unintelligibly. It’s far too early for his brain cells to be working, and even if they were he’d still be looking at the kid in the same manner. “Why is there a kid in my room?” 

“He appeared approximately twenty-four minutes ago, Sir. There is no sign of force entry or code usage. He has been waiting for you.” 

“What? What for?” 

“He is holding a letter.” 

One look to the kid’s hand and sure enough there is a letter. Folded unevenly with only two sentences and an initial. 

Watch over him for us. 

We’ll pick him up when it’s safe again. 

T.S. 

Well don’t that just beat all. 

Tony goes to class a little differently that morning. He’s wearing his good jacket. Has on his good black jeans. Has on his pack with his books. Instead of flying to class he’s walking today, and instead of walking alone he’s walking... with a kid in hand. Short little baby-faced thing with brown doe-eyes and brown wild-hair and trying his hardest to keep up with Tony while carrying his own, tiny backpack. 

Everyone in the academy is pretty stunned at the imagery. 

No one morose than Pepper, who demands to know who’s kid he’s just stolen. Tony simply gives her the letter. She takes a second to read over it, inhales deeply, closes her eyes and probably thinks on how this is her life now, before giving the letter back and studying the kid. 

“Okay, we can work with this. Why you thought it’d be a good idea to send your son here of all places is beyond me, but we’ll find a good sitter until he’s sent back.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea -” Tony tries to explain, but Pepper waves him off. 

“Here, I’ll take him. You head to class.” She reaches for the kid and manages to grab his tiny arm and pull the two apart for a moment before the kid starts screaming bloody murder and backs away from her. She lets go in surprise and the kid takes the opportunity to koala-hold Tony’s leg. He refuses to let go. 

“Like I said,” Tony sighs, “not a good idea.” 

For the rest of the day Tony is seen walking around with a child in hand. Sometimes he’s seen holding the child in his arms. The little thing on Tony’s chest and hiding his tiny face on Tony’s shoulder. All are confused by this development, but not confused enough to stop them from speculating. 

So Tony went off and found someone to marry him? Not only that, they procreated, too! Bets start happening among them as to who they think is the mom. The largest bet is Pepper. The second is Crimson Dynamo. She actually has the largest amount on that bet herself. The third is, surprisingly, Enchantress, but anyone betting on that one quickly retract their money after she visits them. 

There’s more outlandish names, but the first two are the largest and everyone is betting. Even Fury. 

Everyone, except for Janet; because betting on her bestie’s personal life is beneath her, and she also sees how much it’s actually disturbing Tony to see everyone betting on his future partner and sex life. 

And Rhodey; because, come on, he knows his best friend. None of the names brought forward come close to who he knows Tony would want to marry. Well, except for Pepper, but he also knows Pepper and Tony are perfect as only friends.  

There is one contender that he can absolutely see Tony trying to marry, but sadly that name isn’t on a pot somewhere, and Rhodey isn’t about to call out a name either. As the best friend of the main subject of the betting pool, Rhodey’s words are powerful and that’s a lot of responsibility on his part. So Rhodey keeps his mouth shut and tries his best to diffuse this whole situation, already acting as uncle to the kid when Tony needs help the most.