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Cap’s shield
Peter Benjamin Stark-Rogers was a good kid. At least, he had good intentions. He tried his best to be good, but people didn’t always see him in that light.
Today was Monday meaning it was Peter’s day for show and tell. Peter shared his show and tell day with his friends Ned and MJ and their classmate Eric.
In the past, kids had brought in all sorts of items such as rock collections, cool toys, some photos from their extravagant vacations. But not Peter. Peter wanted to blow his classmates’ minds because, after all, he lived with the freaking Avengers .
“Okay, kiddo, you got your backpack? Shoes on? Jacket? And the thing for show and tell?”
Peter nodded at all of them as Tony listed the things off. “Oh yeah, today’s show and tell. Whatcha bringing in, kiddo?” Clint asked through a spoonful of Chex Mix.
Peter was a cunning kid; he had thought ahead. He knew that if he showed Clint or anyone for that matter, what he was really bringing in for show and tell, they’d freak out and go nuts.
He pulled out a Ziploc bag full of his Hot Wheels collection; something that was cool but another kid had already shown off his collection so if Peter showed them his Hot Wheels, they’d think he copied the other kid.
Peter had struggled to conceal the giant shield along with his school items but somehow he managed to do it so that if you knew about it, you could very clearly see the shield but to a passerby, it didn’t look like much.
[+++]
“Steve, what the hell happened in here? It looks like a bomb went off!” Tony said, shocked at what he came upstairs to see. He had been in the lab all morning, working on something for Peter.
“Fury called me in and I can’t find my fucking shield, and yes, before you even open your damn mouth, I’ve looked everywhere ,” Steve snapped, tossing the couch cushions to the floor. “I’m going nuts looking for this damn thing, have you seen it?”
“I don’t think it’s gonna be under the couch cushions ,” Tony said with a small roll of his eyes.
"Go to Hell, Anthony," Steve growled. He was not in the fucking mood for Tony to be witty or sarcastic.
“Has Peter seen it? I know that he likes to play with it.”
“Goddamnit, if he took that thing for show and tell…” Steve muttered, picking up his phone to call the school.
“Yup, hmm mmm, okay. Thanks, bye,” Steve groaned as he hung up the phone. Damn it, Peter.
Bucky’s arm
Bucky sighed and sat up in bed, untangling himself from the cream colored sheets. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and ran his hand up to his face and through his long, deep-chestnut hair.
He threw the sheets off himself and went into the bathroom. Rolling up the sleeve of his left arm, he looked at where flesh met metal; scarred, ugly, hideous, at least in his mind.
It was just a prototype that Stark made, er, Stark-Rogers made; it still had some kinks to it: wasn’t waterproof, it constantly needed to be oiled, the hinges would squeak and make all sorts of obnoxious noises. It was “a work in progress” as Tony would say.
Work in progress, my ass Bucky thought, detaching it from the socket. He placed it on the bathroom counter, then stripped off his clothes and turned the shower on. One of the better things about the twenty-first century was unlimited hot water.
He stood in the shower, letting the water drip down his back, the steam fogging up the bathroom’s mirror. He shampooed and conditioned the dark hair, letting just the water rinse him off. He found it hard to rinse himself off with just one hand.
He got out of the shower, dripping wet, and wiped a spot of fog off the mirror examined his face. He took out the razor and carefully shaved the stubble off until his face was smoother than marble. He wiped the razor off onto a towel then wrapped a different towel around his waist.
He walked out of the bathroom, the colder air outside the bathroom giving him a shiver down his spine. He threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants.
He went back into the bathroom to retrieve his arm but found nothing. “Peter,” he muttered. He was fine with Peter curious with his arm; lots of people were, especially kids. Peter was no different. He was fascinated with his uncle’s arm.
And yeah, even he, the owner of the freaking arm, was fascinated by it. It was a cool invention made by the one and only Tony Stark.
Peter had brought the damn thing into school for show and tell. How fuckin’ cute is that ? Bucky thought sarcastically.
Pietro’s shoes
Pietro was one of Peter’s favorite “Avengers”. Although technically he wasn’t a “true” Avenger, he could run around the world in thirty seconds flat meaning that he could get Peter any food from any country at any time the boy wanted him to.
He and Wanda were the two coolest people on Earth that Peter knew (besides Thor because Thor was a God from a different planet ). It wasn’t his sneakers that made him fast but they were so lightweight and they had mini-suspension shockers in the soles of them, absorbing the impact and noise.
They had been designed by Tony and Bruce (because he knew physics, unlike Tony). What Peter didn’t realize is that it wasn’t the shoes that made Pietro fast, it was a thing he was born with.
Peter had snagged them that morning and shoved them into his backpack right before he left for school. He knew that Pietro would dash to his school, showing his classmates that his uncle was indeed the fastest living creature on the planet.
And that’s exactly what happened. Peter had pulled out the shoes for his turn that morning, showing everyone the shock absorbers and mini suspension springs in the soles of the shoes.
There was a whoosh and papers went flying everywhere, falling slowly to the floor as kids stared at the silver-haired man. For a minute there was dead silence, then kids rushed around him all shouting questions at once.
Tony’s (spare) Arc Reactor
Tony had three Arc Reactors. One was encased in an acrylic box that Pepper had given to him. Around it, it said ‘Proof that Tony Stark has a heart.’ That was Tony’s first Arc that he built in the cave in Afghanistan.
The second one was the second generation Reactor that was used whenever Tony needed to work on the third generation Reactor in his chest. It stayed in the lab, in the middle of Tony’s worktable, out in the open.
Peter wasn’t allowed the lab unless he was accompanied by someone. Peter had broken that rule this morning; he was looking for Tony and thought he was downstairs in the lab.
He had seen the Arc on the table in all its glory. Peter pulled over a small step stool, and struggling to reach it because he was short, pulled it toward him. He stuffed it between his shirt and hoodie, zipping the outer layer up so it was less obvious to spot.
Little did Peter know, Tony actually had to work on the third generation Reactor that day. It was in dire need of an upgrade for reasons nobody but Tony understood.
Peter half knew that if he brought the Reactor into school with him, Tony was sure to go there looking for it, showing the class that his Dad was the Tony Stark
He buried it in the bottom of his backpack, covering it up with his spare change of clothes and lunchbox.
[+++]
He pulled the glowing Reactor out, letting kids touch it and pass it around.
“That’s so cool!”
“Man, I wish my Dad was this cool!”
“Can you make me one?”
It was all fun and games until Tony showed up. Peter’s back was to the door but he knew without turning around, that it was Tony. Tony was mad; he needed the Arc Reactor that day so he could upgrade the third gen one.
But the second he saw how happy everyone was, and how his son was popular with everyone (something Tony never got to experience as a kid), his expression softened.
Thor’s Hammer
Mjolnir. Also known as Thor’s hammer, it was this “sacred” thing that only worthy people could lift. There were only two people that could lift it that people in the Tower knew: Thor and Steve.
It wasn’t made known to Peter that you had to be worthy to lift the hammer because he had only seen people try to lift it (besides Papa and Uncle Thor). They always teased each other about it (“Hey Cap, do any heavy lifting lately?”).
It was sitting on the coffee table from last night. They had had yet another contest to see if anyone else was worthy enough to lift it.
Peter had to take it in for show and tell. He knew that if he brought it in, he would most definitely be liked amongst everyone, including a boy named Wade who didn’t seem to take an interest in anything he had previously brought in.
He looked around to make sure no one would see him put the hammer in his backpack as he dragged his it over to the coffee table. He looked around once more for good measure and then picked it up and put it in his bag, covering it with his lunchbox and jacket.
“Peter, you ready to go, little man?” Sam asked. On Tuesdays, Sam drove Peter to school. Steve had SHIELD meetings early in the morning and Tony was on a business call and couldn’t leave his office.
“Do you want me to carry your bag? It looks awfully heavy…”
Peter quickly shook his head. “No thanks. I can do it.”
Sam chuckled and held his hands up in defense. “Okay, dude. You’re definitely gonna be stronger than your Papa if you carry that much weight around with you,” he joked.
Kids were crowding around him when he pulled the hammer out of his backpack.
“Whoa, you know Thor?”
“That’s so cool!”
“Can I touch it?”
“Do you think I’m worthy?”
All of a sudden, the sky outside when from blue to grey. Thunder shook the clouds and struck the ground outside, leaving Thor himself standing there. He dropped Stormbreaker to the ground and ran up to the window where kids had gathered around to stare at the God.
“Son of Stark, I need Mjolnir.”
Peter handed the smaller hammer back to its rightful owner making him stop dead in his tracks.
“You-you're worthy,” he said in almost a whisper. “I knew it! I knew you could! If Steven could, I knew his son could!”