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“Thank you for meeting with us Tony, Cap.” Nick spoke. Shaking their hands before handing Tony the tablet with the kids lab results. He walked as he explained the kid and his circumstances, the two following close behind.
“He’s a rare case. Oscorp, unbeknownst to us until recently, had been working on the possibility of genetically modified humans. However is seems they had already moved onto human trials before we’d caught wind. And this kid is the result.”
“Based off his appearance, what human data we can gather and his files that were found in the lab, he’s about 14. Built from a test tube at Oscorp, locked away in a cell. Experiments began when he was six. His a bird hybrid, hollow bones, wings, sharp eyes. His nails are sharper, tougher, enhanced senses. We don’t quite know what bird he was crossed with yet, but we’re willing to bet that it’s powerful.”
“Other than that, he seems to have enhanced strength, he also shows traits of a spider? Can stick to things, crawls up walls, as I said enhanced strength. It’s an odd mix but we think Oscorp didn’t really care what the outcome was with him so long as it worked.” He stopped to punch in a code, before continuing to talk as he, Tony and Steve were pat down.
“He’s surprisingly friendly despite what he’s endured. And is very naive. He also seems to think he’s here for more experiments, which I don’t blame him for thinking. It’s all the kid remembers. He’s incredibly smart, I’m not sure if Oscorp has been teaching him anything but he seems to have the knowledge to rival you, Stark. Despite that, he can’t read or write, but can talk perfectly fine.” He stopped outside the room, Tony peeking through the window to get a look before heading inside.
Peter looked over from the woman watching him to the door. “Hello, Mr. Fury.” He spoke, smiling softly. “Who are they?”
“This is Tony Stark. And then this is Steve Rogers.” Nick spoke. “They’re going to give you a place to stay, kid.”
Tony looked at the boy, he was as white as a sheet, obvious he hadn’t seen daylight since well… ever. He was a little thin but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Brown curly hair down to his shoulders and falling in his eyes. His wings were that same colour brown with red tips at the end of each feather. He noted how strong they seemed, despite the fact that the kid had most likely never flown and they trailed down far behind his feet, poised and alert.
“We gave him the name Peter Parker. In his file he wasn’t given one.” Nick spoke to Tony.
“Hello Mr. Stark, Mr. Rogers.” Peter smiled warmly to them, ears pricking when he heard the woman stand to gather the kids things. But he didn’t comment or turn to look at her. “Where am I going then?” Peter asked the three in front of him.
“There’s more like me?” Peter asked from the backseat of the car, watching as Tony nodded from the passenger seat up front. Steve was in the back with Peter and a man called Happy Hogan was driving.
“Yeah kid, there’s a few like you.” Tony smiled. “You’ll meet everyone in time. If you’re up for it you can meet them when we get in, or you can meet them when you’re more comfortable.”
Peter thought for the rest of the drive back to the tower. When Tony opened the door and unbuckled Peters seatbelt, he helped him out the car. Protecting his wings from hitting the rim of the roof. “I want to meet them now.” He spoke softly. After all, they’d be poking and prodding him with needles and scalpels soon enough.
Tony nodded softly, wrapping an arm around Peters shoulders as one of the kids winds slotted behind Tony’s back, Tony noting how relaxed they were all things considered. Steve grabbing a bag of clothes Nick had gathered together for Peter from the trunk and following behind them.
“So, what did he want?!” Nat called from the living room when she heard the ding for the elevator and then the metal doors sliding open. When she didn’t get a response, the group sat up in curiosity. They saw Tony first as he rounded the corner, then a kid with wings coming from his back, and Steve behind.
“Woah.. look what the cat dragged in..” Sam muttered.
“This is Peter, he’s going to be staying here permanently.” Steve spoke. Tony watching as the kid looked around at his surroundings. This was much nicer than his cell.. he took the moment to spread out his aching wings figuring he’d not get the chance to soon enough.
“Damn. Kids got what you had to build.” Sam pointed out the obvious to Tony, referring to his metal wings the man had upgraded for Sam.
“The oblivious one is Sam.” Tony spoke to Peter, causing the kid to giggle before he could realise. When he did, the smile dropped and he ducked his head. Causing the older beside him to frown. “Hey.. look at me kid..”
Peter looked up to him, head jerking up ever so slightly. “Nothing bad will happen to you here.. this isn’t Oscorp. You’re safe. You can laugh.” He watched as Peter processed what was being said. Allowing the kid to take it all in.
He wasn’t at Oscorp? He as safe? They didn’t want to experiment? Not even the slightest bit to appease their curiosity? Something didn’t add up to Peter, but he nodded none the less.
Tony smiled softly and gestured to the Woman sitting down on the far left of the sofa. “That’s Nat, the man to the right of her is Clint. He’s deaf, wears hearing aids but is still hard of hearing. But speak clearly and he’s got no problem understanding what you’re saying.” Peter nodded slowly again, waving to the two of them.
“The broody one in the hot pink beanbag is Bucky. He seems scary but Steve swears he’s a softie at heart.” Peter giggled again, this time not hiding it, well, maybe a little. But it was an improvement already so Tony took it as a win.
“Next to Bucky is my wingman, Rhodey. And then last but not least we have Bruce Banner over there making..” he poked his head into the pot to see what Bruce was cooking up. “God knows what.. he’s a doctor, not a chef. The good kind of doctor though. No experiments and only necessary prodding of needles.”
Peter nodded slowly. “The photo up on the wall.. there’s more of you there, where are the rest?” Peter asked quietly.
“Well Fury wasn’t wrong about the sharp eye.” Tony muttered. “They’re not here, some are just out and about, some in other countries. Ones off world.”
“Off world as in space?! Cool!” Peter beamed. “Wish I could go to space. Looks so free..”
TBC