Parker Household – Living Room
Peter POV:
Frank Castle leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, expression skeptical. His family sat quietly nearby. Uncle Ben poured him coffee with the patience of a saint.
I leaned forward. "Frank, I don't need just a soldier. I need someone who knows the mind of one. You've seen what happens when security is an afterthought. I want you as head consultant. Your guys, your brothers in arms they'll have steady paychecks. Their families will be protected. I'll also help you figure out the sudden attacks on you guys."
Frank narrowed his eyes. "And what's the catch?"
I shrugged. "The catch is you stop pointing guns at shadows and start building a future. One where your kids don't have to grow up watching their dad patch bullet holes."
Frank's jaw flexed. He glanced at Maria, at Lisa and Frank Jr. His voice dropped. "You'll keep them safe?"
I nodded. "Safer than anyone else on Earth can promise. That's a guarantee."
Frank extended his hand slowly and I shook it.
Frank muttered. "You're insane, Parker. But maybe you're the kind of insane me and my family needs."
Parker's Basement– Later
The holo-console flickered to life, Fury's one-eyed glare filling the screen.
I leaned against my desk. "I've got an offer. You keep the World Security Council off my back and I give you shiny toys that make Stark tech look like wind-up cars."
Fury arched a brow. "That so? You threatening me, kid?"
I sighed. "If I were threatening you, you'd know. This is business."
Fury considered, then gave the faintest nod. "What do you want?"
"A meeting. You, me, Tony and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Navy, Air Force, Army. All in the same building. On a date of my choosing."
Fury exhaled through his nose. "That's a tall order."
I shrugged. "So are the toys."
Fury finally cracked the ghost of a grin. "You've got balls, Parker. Fine. I'll set it up."
Parker Household – Chaotic Afternoon
Clanker announced in his metallic tone. "Guests arriving. Four individuals, regality index: Extreme."
The door opened. T'Chaka, regal and calm. Ramonda, poised and sharp-eyed. T'Challa, diplomatic. Shuri, vibrating with excitement.
Shuri beelined straight towards me, eyes wide. "That's it, isn't it. The Sandevistan! And nanobots, seamless integration! Oh my Bast, it's running on spinal integration nodes, isn't it? How did you stabilize the neural lag?"
I opened my mouth but Gwen crossed her arms, glaring daggers so sharp I felt the temperature drop. Shuri faltered, coughed and pretended to examine the coffee table instead.
Meanwhile, Uncle Ben poured coffee for T'Chaka, T'Challa and Ramonda, his calm stare never wavering.
"I hope you find fellas don't mind the tea ware? Getting fancy cups weren't exactly on our agenda." Said Uncle Ben with a smile.
"It's alright Mr. Parker. Mrs. Parker's Chinaware are the most fitting of the occasion." Added Queen Ramonda politely.
"You have a fine home, Mr. Parker." T'Chaka said politely.
Uncle Ben smiled faintly. "And you have fine secrets."
That unsettling gaze lingered and even the Panther King shifted in his seat.
Ramonda sipped her coffee gracefully. "Your nephew carries much weight for one so young."
Ben's smile widened just enough to be unnerving. "He was always destined for weight. The kind that crushes or shapes. We'll see which."
Before anyone could respond, the front door slammed open.
Captain George Stacy stormed in, face red. "Alright, I want answers. Why the hell has me and my daughter been stalked by weird bald women in leather jackets who drink more pumpkin spice than an entire Starbucks convention?"
The Wakandan royals froze. T'Chaka cleared his throat. "Apologies, Captain. Our people overstepped."
Shuri muttered under her breath. "Pumpkin spice… that's new intel."
"Shuri!!!" T'Challa hissed.
Gwen threw her hands up. "See! It's not just me!"
Before the awkward silence could kill anyone, the door swung open again.
"Knock knock, peasants." Tony Stark strode in, sunglasses on indoors, smirk wide. "Wow, look at this. Kings in a suburban living room. I feel underdressed."
He eyed the Wakandan royals. "So you're the secret Vibranium hoarders. Nice beads. Do they double as Bluetooth headsets or just fashion statements?"
Ramonda's nostrils flared. T'Chaka's jaw tightened. T'Challa kept his cool but his knuckles whitened.
Tony clapped me on the shoulder. "Kid, pack a bag. You, your family, Monaco. Stark style. Sunshine, fast cars, no creepy latte stalkers. You'll thank me later."
I exhaled. "Sounds good."
Then I turned to the Wakandan royals, tone shifting to steel. "Do whatever you want in your borders. Play king, play god, I don't care. Just don't start a world war. If you don't, we don't have a problem. But if you do… then you'll find I'm not exactly just preparing for you. Also keep an eye out for aquatic Avatar rejects."
The silence was electric.
Shuri blinked, realizing he wasn't bluffing. Gwen still glared. Tony just grinned wider.
And in that chaos, Uncle Ben quietly refilled everyone's coffee like nothing in the world was amiss.
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