Peter decided to train his little sister behind Tony's back...what could go wrong

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Morgan followed Peter down the dark hallway of the Stark family floor. Peter beckoned Morgan to hurry up, and the two teens hurried into the elevator.

Once in Morgan collapsed into giggles. She loved going behind her dad's back and training with her big brother. It was her favourite way to rebel. Who wouldn't want to spend time with Peter?

"You ready for me to beat you again." Morgan teased, elbowing Peter's side.

"You're small but your talking big." Peter chuckled, reaching into his pocket and producing two capsule like containers. One shaped like a spider and the other a geometric heart, both containing nanobot technology Peter may or may not have 'borrowed' from his father.

The elevator stopped at the training floor, which was deserted as it was two in the morning. Morgan headed straight for the large padded floor in the centre of the room, attaching her capsule as she did so. Her suit surrounded her, a shiny metallic purple like her mother's, but with blue and yellow accents - a mixture of Peter and Tony's suits. In terms of style it was halfway between the spidersuit and Iron man suit. Not too bulky, but not skin tight either.

Morgan was in a fighting stance before Peter even had his suit on, making him chuckle. It mae his heart swell to see her so eager to improve, to become a hero like the rest of her (kinda dysfunctional) family.

"You ready squirt."

"Don't call me that spider-boy."

Peter huffed out a laugh and activated his suit. They sparred for a while, until Karen alerted Peter to a robbery down the road from the tower. Morgan flipped up her mask, making puppy dog eyes at her brother.

"Can I help. Pleeeeeease." Peter sighed and threw up his arms, knowing no matter what he said she would be coming.

"Fine whatever. Just don't get hurt or Dad will murder me." Morgan squeaked with joy and powered her thrusters, whilst Peter told Friday to open the window. The to launched out of the window and swung/flew to the given address.

Meanwhile upstairs in the lab, Tony shut down his hologram screen which channelled the security cameras. He rubbed his face, groaning in slight frustration and summoned his suit.

"I'm to old for this shit." He mutters under his as he follows his children to the crime scene.

Peter webbed up most of the robbers, leaving Morgan to take on one of the smaller, weaker ones. He knew she wasn't ready for more than that. She landed many punches, successfully rendering him unconscious in under a minute. They had just about finished when something crashed through a window.

Peter whipped around, fingers on his web shooters ready to strike. Morgan charged her blasters, scanning for the intruder in the cloud of dust that was kicked up.

"Well well well. Look who we have here." Morgan freezes at the voice she knew all to well, where as Peter just facepalmed. 

"Hi." Morgan squeaks meekly, shuffling behind Peter to which he rolls his eyes.

"We were going to tell you about her suit, but you have been so busy. Besides I trained her myself, so it's not like she is completely defensless. You saw how she handled herself right." Peter rambled on for several more minutes about how well his little sister did, listing the numerous reasons why they don't deserve to be grounded for life.

Tony rolled his eyes, smacking his son on the back of the head before pushing them out the broken window.

"Home. Now."

The teens rushed of, not wanting to be on the receiving end of an outburst. 

"It was fun whilst it lasted." Morgan sighed through the comms.

"Who said we had to stop!"

cute little Morgan and Peter sibling stuff