Summary:

In the kid’s defense, it didn’t look like an intentional grift. Something about the shine in his eyes, or the way he scraped his chucks along the rug like he was burrowing in.

No, this one didn’t come up with the idea on his own.

More likely his mama needed a convenient scapegoat for her bastard and a PR-shined billionaire in hotrod red armor was a lot more flattering than Joe-the-out-of-work-stage-hand.

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A story he'd heard dozens of times before, except this one was actually true.

When Peter Parker turns up, desperate and alone, in the lobby of Stark Tower, it changes everything - Tony's life, relationships, and even the very course of history.

Or, the Stony-Civil-War-Fix-It nobody asked for, in the form of one very lovable, spider-shaped sprog.