《Irondad and Spiderson One Shots》Aunt Carol
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Summary- Five year old Peter meets his aunt Carol for the first time.
(Third Person P.O.V)
Peter went running down the hall. His sock cladded feet making little thuds with every step taken.
He came to a sliding halt as he saw everyone in the common room.
"Dad." He said running up to him and hugging him tightly.
"Hey buddy. I missed you." Tony says, holding Peter tightly.
"Missed you too." Peter whispers back.
"I got someone i want you to meet Petey." Tony says.
Peter frowns and pulls back looking around the room. He sees his aunts and uncles all around until his eyes land on a woman. She has blonde hair and a big smile.
Carol sees Peter and smiles at him, making Peter tilt his head but send a smile back.
"That, Pete is Carol. She is also a superhero." Tony says, kneeling beside his son.
Peter perks up at that and says, "What can she do?"
Tony smiles at his enthusiasm and replies, "Why don't you go ask her bud."
Peter thinks for a minute before nodding and walking through the crowd of familiar adults, AKA his family.
"Hi Miss Carol." Peter says quietly, looking up to her.
"Hi, you must be Peter Tony's son. Right?" She asks, a smile on her face.
Peter nods and points to Tony, "That's my dad. He's iron man, but don't tell anyone i told you."
Carol smiles at how cute Peter is and taps her nose replying "Secret between me and you."
"Are you a superhero?" Peter asks looking to Carol with curios eyes.
Carol smiles brightly as her eyes spark.
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"I sure am." She says, letting her eyes glow a little.
Peter looks at her and sees her eyes glowing, he mouth drops and his eyes open wide.
"Woah." Peter mumbles in pure shock.
Carol turns to Tony and he seems to know what she means as he nods.
"Hey Pete, wanna go for a ride?" Carol asks the five year old.
Peter nods enthusiastically at the answer.
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Carol explained to Peter what would happen. At first he seemed a bit apprehensive but then his eyes lit up.
Carol wrapped her arms around the small boy and Peter gripped onto her as tightly as he could.
"Ready?" She asks him.
"Uh huh. Safe though?" he asks looking to her.
Carol smiles down at him and replies, "I promise, i would never let anything happen to you."
Peter seems to know she is telling the truth as he nods his head.
Carol begins to fly, making sure to keep her grip on Peter and making sure not to go too high nor fast.
She got high enough to be able to see across all of New York and said, "Look Petey."
Peter removed his head from her shoulder and opened his eyes. They widened as he looked around. The sun was setting and the sky was amazing. A blinding smile ripped across his face as he continued to marvel over the view.
He turned his gaze to Carol and said "Thank you Aunt Carol. This is awesome."
Carol could feel her heart burst, at being called his aunt.
"Of course Pete. Any time you want to fly, let me know." She says, as they both gazed around.
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