PAST: BABY PETER BLADE BARTON

"Natasha Romanoff! Quit corrupting my child!" A frustrated Clint Barton exclaimed to his red-headed companion.

Natasha tipped her head towards Clint, her hair cascading across her shoulder as she smirks at him. "It's not your fault baby Peter likes knives," Natasha states softly as her green eyes take in the form of the baby. Slim baby hands play with the cool metal of the knife, flicking it around with controlled form for a baby.

Shimmering whiskey eyes glimmer as the baby works with the knife. Natasha smiles softly down at the baby, her fingers tracing the baby's face delicately with calloused fingers.

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PAST: KID PETER BLADE BARTON

From a juvenile age, the Bartons and Natasha knew that the young boy was intelligent.

When children in his grade were only learning how to read, Peter was reading chapter books. At the beginning of the math unit where children were just learning to identify numbers, Peter was at graphing intercepts that went through each axis multiple times.

When the children in his class began science, Peter was in a ninth-grade level category. Right as his class began technology education, Peter could successfully dismantle a television and put it back together in less than two minutes.

Clint Barton was a proud father, Laura Barton was a caring and cheerful mother, and Natasha was a prideful aunt.

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PAST: YOUNG TEEN PETER BLADE BARTON

It wasn't fear, it was the worry.

Peter didn't want to worry his family. A bruise would cause suspicion, and suspicion is not a good look on two Avengers, an overprotective mother, and two young children. Not like he saw his aunt and father much often, but still... His mother was caring for the young ones, and Peter's problems would just be too much on her--

"Get back here, Parker!" Yelled an infuriated Eros Princeton. The thirteen-year old's eyes widened as he heard the cry. ShitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT.

He pushed his lean legs to go faster as he rounded the corner on a hard right. The silver blade in his pocket reminded him of his aunt's training and breath control. The teal backpack on his back thumped rapidly as his legs stretched to pump. Almost stumbling into the door, he placed his arm on it last second as he delayed his steps, a small, yet dopey, grin on his face. Holy shit, he thought, that was close.

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PAST: TEENAGER PETER BLADE BARTON

Fourteen-year-old Peter Blade Barton had just finished up at the dance studio and was eager to return home. Placing his midnight blue t-shirt on and adjusting his charcoal jeans, Peter placed his shoes on and walked out of the studio. Rhythmically stepping down the cement stairs, he began his journey back to the farmhouse.

Although Peter hadn't seen his father and aunt in a few years, he seemed to be doing fine. Of course, he missed his father, and definitely couldn't wait to see his aunt, he knew they had more important things to do. Such as, saving the world for a living. Peter could hear his mother talking to Clint late at night with the young ones, but he knew they needed time alone.

Of course, there was that sinking feeling always in his chest that drove him slowly into depression. He had to grow up early. Sure, there were people going through worse thing than him, but at least he had a family that loved him.

Taking his house keys out of his pocket, Peter opened the door softly. Stepping inside, a small smile fell upon his slightly dry lips.

"PETEY!" Yelled two high pitched voices, causing him to grin. Of course, Cooper and Lila were waiting for him past their bedtime. Two small bodies collided with his legs, prompting him to let out a small chuckle at their enthusiasm.

Clearing his throat, Peter spoke, "Hey kiddos! Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked, ruffling Cooper's hair and pressing a kiss on Lila's head. Laura appeared against the door frame, a soft smile on her face as she watched their interactions.

Coming out of his crouched position, Peter smiled at Laura, moving over to her with the two kiddies still on his legs and hugged his mother delicately. "Hiya, mum," Peter says softly, kissing her left cheek. "I'll get them to bed," He whispers to her softly. Laura nods with a soft grin.

Picking the two up, Peter placed one on each shoulder, causing Lila to giggle and Cooper to chuckle. "Alright, kiddies, let's get ready for bed!" Peter exclaims, walking into the two's shared room and heading for the large closet. Grabbing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles nightgown for Lila and a Bumblebee onesie for Cooper, he sets the giggling pair on the bed and grabs their undergarments, "Lila, get changed in the bathroom. Coop, you're in the room for now," Peter explains softly, exiting the room.

Sighing, Peter quickly goes to his room and gets changed into an oversized black shirt with black and white flannel bottoms. Grabbing his toothbrush, he applies toothpaste and brushes his teeth while exiting his room. Heading towards the kids' room, he knocks.

"Come in, Petey!" Lila chirps as she opens the door. Peter smiles, going to their bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. Placing his toothbrush down, he walks over towards Cooper and Mia.

"Did you two brush?" Nodding. "Washed your faces?" Nodding. "Good!" Peter praises them, causing the two to grin. "Alright, bedtime!"

The two children went to their respective beds, got under the covers, and waited eagerly for their bedtime story. "Once upon a time, there was a princess and her two princely brothers. The three always played with each other, but one day, the young princess was taken by an evil toad! The two princes followed the toad and entered his kingdom. The princess easily escaped the room she was locked in with her lock picking skills and assisted the two princes in fighting off the toad army! The younger prince easily took down the giant toad while the princess and eldest prince fought off the army. The three royal siblings exited the kingdom with grins as they returned to their palace, where the king and queen were. The king and queen, as well as the king's best friend, the head knight, congratulated them on their quest and officially knighted them. Finally, the royal siblings were named as the Royal Knight Triplets!" The two children cheered for the royal siblings as Peter smiled softly at them.

"Alright! Let's get to bed," Peter wrapped the night up, kissing their foreheads and sending their love. Peter quickly grabbed his toothbrush, "Sleep well, Coop and Li," He whispered as he turned off the light and left the room. Closing the door behind him softly, he walked over to the kitchen where Laura was standing.

"How was your day, Pete?" Laura questioned the teen softly. Peter grinned at her lightly.

"It was alright. Took a few photos, help some of the elderly across the street, and taught my street funk and jazz class," Peter stated, "Myself and my other class finished our routine for competition, and the jazz class I teach just finished our routine."

Laura smiles at the tired boy, "That's amazing, love. I really appreciate your help."

Peter wrapped his arm around his mom, "I love you too, mom. How was your day?"

"Well, Lila and Cooper finished reading their first book together, I played dress up with Lila, Cooper and I drew, and we made cookies together," Laura explained to the teen, "I'd call today a win-win."

"That's great, mom. I'm going to hit the hay. Sleep well, love you," Peter yawned, kissing his mother's head. Laura kissed his curls and sent her love.

As Peter entered his room, he quickly finished his homework. Taking out his hearing aids, the world went completely silent. He turned off his light and hopped into bed, not bothering to get under the sheets.

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PRESENT: TEENAGER PETER BLADE BARTON

Stepping on stage, Peter got into his place for his competition dance. Right as the music began, Peter and his fellow performers pretended as if they were meeting up, high fiving and bouncing around.

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Right as the beat picked up slightly, they were all synchronized and moving in curt but smooth movements. Peter ran from a side, performing a triple backflip as his buddy Tripp did the same from behind him. Three dancers in the front moved along to the beat with their footwork as five other dances performed a short routine in the background.

As the dance continued, with every variation of the beat, the team of dancers continued their footwork and jumpings. With Tripp, Peter, and Jaxon performing some stunts and Kinsley, Penelope, and Wendy moving around with expert variations of smooth routines. Multiple times, background dancers went on each side of the main group with a different and more simple routine.

As a new rapper came into the song, the movements changed depending on the tone of the rapper.

The song and dance continued until ending, causing Tripp and Jaxon the lean on each other and Peter flipped over their connected shoulders, ending in a crouched position with his fingers making a v to support his chin. Kinsley, Penelope, and Wendy ended in a triangle position, surrounded by the backup dancers in different yet appealing poses. The audience went wild, causing the dancers on stage to grin.

After Peter's team being announced as the winner, he left the school the competition was being hosted at. Taking out his hearing aids, Peter walked home in silence, a DVD of his performance in his charcoal black bookbag.

As he arrived home, Laura was there to greet him, the younger kids outside playing. Handing her the DVD, Peter nodded with a wavering smile. Laura gasped and hugged Peter tightly. He could hear the slight vibrations of her vocal cords as she spoke, him identifying it as him being congratulated. Peter mumbled his thanks into Laura's shoulder as she hugged him tightly. Using sign language as Peter pulled away from her, he told Laura that he was going to shower then find the young ones to say hello. Nodding her affirmative, Peter went to complete his task.

*

After washing, Peter put on a Belmont band t-shirt, charcoal black jeans, black boxers, and black socks. Peter stepped out of the steaming bathroom and into the hallway. Grabbing his hearing aids, he goes through the hallway soundless.

Humming Hollowed Out by Belmont, Peter goes to search for the little ones, only to see that they were at the front door. Seeing two familiar faces, Peter stops midstep. Placing his hearing aids in with shaking fingers, his eyes fill with tears. Clinton Barton and Natalia Romanoff look up at the sound of rustling clothes.

"Отец? Мама Паук?" Peter Blade Barton stutters.

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