Hello everyone! I would like to state for the record that this is my first time writing a story set in the MCU, so bare with me. So, basically I decided to write this story since I couldn't find a well written one with Peter Parker being Tony Stark's biological son! Plus, I'm pretty picky about the details like Mary still had to be Peter's mother and it couldn't be an AU and the grammar/writing had to be high quality. Anyways, I'm gonna give a bit more of a detailed summary below:

Tony Stark is going to be a father. However, he doesn't want to, and he tells Mary Parker that. She chooses to raise her child on her own. Unfortunately, Mary dies and her young son, Peter Parker, is left in the care of his Aunt and Uncle. Eventually, Peter is left alone in the world with nothing but his spider-like abilities. That is until Tony Stark comes along and begins connecting the dots. As Tony Stark contemplates the livelihood of being a father, an old enemy strikes once more. But, this time he has new ammo to harm Tony Stark. / Basically, a really cute father-son relationship between Tony Stark and Peter Parker with a Marvel-worthy plot in the background. Also, due to the events of this story everything is canon up until Captain America: Civil War (so, Iron Man 1-3, Captain America 1-2, Thor 1-2, Guardians of the Galaxy 1-2 [though not relevant to the storyline], The Avengers 1-2, Ant-Man [again, not relevant], and The Incredible Hulk [although, if we want, we can pretend that never happened too. I mean, we know how Hulk came to be. Don't need the whole Betty Ross love interest plot with Edward Norton]).

***I do not own Marvel or any of its characters/plots (just saying that to be fancy)

***I overuse commas so feel free to correct my grammar!

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2000

"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" Tony Stark slurred into the microphone as applause erupted from his karaoke performance.

An arrogant grin displayed over the man's features as he bowed, crinkling his Tom Ford three piece suit that was currently only a two piece, and nearly lost his balance. The room was vibrating with the bass of the foreign song and the stampeding of hooves by the partygoers.

"I'll be here all night!" Tony declared, dropping the microphone and hopping off stage.

He was immediately crowded by a gaggle of women begging for his attention—just the way he liked his life to be. Within the hour Tony had finished off several bottles of beer, two cups of wine, a martini, three shots and cuddled up to a brunette named Veronica—or maybe Vanessa—who'd make a great companion in bed tonight at The Plaza. Her and a gal pal were rambling on about the success of Tony Stark, only boosting his already enlarged ego.

Tony rose to his feet and glanced down at the two women, "I'd love to stay and chat, but I need some fresh air."

The two were eagerly on their feet ready to follow. "Alone, if you please."

The girls pouted, but Tony didn't hear as he was already shuffling through the crowd that parted for the millionaire genius.

Tony Stark strolled out of the venue, the scent of alcohol perforating off his being. As the doors of the club closed, a muttered silence fell over the alleyway. The air outside was crisp; however, snow had yet to bless the grounds. A full moon glowed in the sky allowing moonlight to pour into the backway. New Year's Eve was always exciting in New York. Though, Tony didn't know if it could compare to last year in Switzerland. Laughter escaped his lips at the thought of Maya Hansen's body that he'd felt just one year ago. A flash crossed his vision of all the other women's skin he'd touched in the previous 365 days. As Tony stumbled on the cracked cement, bottle in hand and party glasses askew across his disarrayed hair, a soft noise caught his attention. With the alcohol in his system, Tony's senses seemed to heighten. He swerved around and caught sight of a shadow looming by a garbage can. Suddenly, Tony remembered he was alone, having scolded Happy off for interfering with his flirtation with some ginger chick. The smile on his face eased up as a panicked sobriety washed over him. However, the moonlight quickly revealed the figure. A petite woman appeared with shoulder length hair the color of amber. A glistening silver gown hugged her body. However, despite the tightness of her dress, the shape of her stomach seemed off, even more affected by the tricky shadows the light played. Tony cleared his throat and stepped forward, "I'm sorry, can I help you?"

The woman grinned expectantly, "Hi, Tony."

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"It's me, Mary . . . Mary Parker. We met last month at that party."

Tony blinked several times. "You'll have to be more specific. I frequent parties quite often."

The smile began to fade from Mary's lips. "Stan's house? You slept with me." She replied bluntly.

At the look of unrecognition, Mary continued, "I've got a birthmark shaped like an infinity symbol on my left thigh."

An expression of comprehension crossed Tony's face. He emptied his bottle and tossed it into the trash where the glass shattered against the tin bottom before clapping his hands. "Yes! Mary Parker! I remember. You could bend your body like that birthmark."

"Yes, that's me." A blush arose on Mary's tan skin.

"How can I help you?" Tony asked, the arrogance in his tone rising. "Not mad that I had to skedaddle for that, uh, meeting in the morning, are you?"

Mary shook her head, "No, no, no. Nothing like that. I, um, actually have some exciting news to share with you." Mary closed the distance between the two until their shadows merged into one.

"Tony, I'm pregnant." The moonlight reflected the glee in Mary's auburn eyes.

Suddenly, Tony wished he hadn't finished off that beer or at least had a mini bottle in his coat pocket to substitute for it.

"I'm sorry, you're what?" Tony echoed cautiously, "I could've sworn you said pregnant, but that's crazy. Right? I mean, it must just be the alcohol," he chuckled before his expression switched to seriousness. "Please tell me it's just the alcohol."

Mary bit her lower lip to suppress her growing smile that was concealing the growing doubt in her abdomen. "N-No. It's true Tony. Here," Mary grasped the man's hand and placed it on the curve of her stomach that was bloated by millimeters.

At the sensation, Tony jerked away. He shook his hand as if that could cleanse it of the idea of fathering a child. "Um, look, Mary, I'm sorry but that's not my kid. I-"

"No, it is, Tony!" Mary pleaded.

Tony cleared his throat, shaking his head vigorously as droplets of sweat pooled at his hairline despite the frosty winds. "We used protection. That's not m-my baby," Tony rationalized, "Look, you're not the first crazy fan to claim you're pregnant with my child." He lied.

Tears welled in the young girl's eyes. "No, Tony. He is ours. Please, believe me."

Tony began stepping backwards towards the door he had exited. He wished he had continued to enjoy the party inside.

"Look, Mary, if that really is my kid, then I don't want him," Tony asserted.

"W-What?" Mary stuttered, physically shocked.

"Get an abortion, I don't care. But I'm at too good a time in my life to become a f-father. Besides, I'd be a lousy one. Just like my dad."

Tony took another step backwards; however, the paralyzed woman in front of him forced his feet to halt. Against his general wishes, Tony found himself inches away from Mary once more. His hands clasped her arms trying to draw her attention back to reality. This issue had to be resolved.

"Mary, look at me. I can't do this. You can't either. What do you do for a living?"

"I work for the CIA," Mary blankly responded.

"See, that's not enough to support a kid. Plus, who's gonna watch him?"

Mary's hazel eyes finally locked with Tony's dark ones as she mumbled, "No one. You're right . . . "

A false grin crossed Tony's sharp features. "See? I know I am. Look, Mary, I will be more than happy to pay for your medical expenses. But, promise me you'll get rid of it?"

After a minute of silence, Mary nodded as her gaze fell downwards towards the cracks lining the cement—Tony could've sworn he saw a tear dance across the ground. "O-Okay. I-I'll get an a-abortion," she whispered barely audible over the thundering of partying from inside.

Tony nodded his head, forcing himself to smile for her benefit. "Good, good. My people will be in contact with you. This is all gonna wash over soon."

Mary simply nodded, unable to string syllables together to form an answer.

Tony swallowed. He placed his hands on Mary's shoulders and, standing beside her, lead her towards the crowded street. Before they reached the busy crossing, Tony's pace ceased.

"Hey, Mary. Promise me one more thing, okay?"

The woman's gaze locked with the millionaires. "What is it?" Her voice was cracked with emotions that were on the brink of breaking.

"This, uh, this baby thing stays our little secret. Got it?"

Mary's shoulders swooped, all hope fading from her being. "Alright," she whispered.

Tony gave Mary a fake grin. "Great!" He exclaimed before ushering her into the sea of faceless beings.

"I'm glad we handled this!" He called after her even though she was already lost in the crowd of people happily enjoying their New Year's Eve.

After Tony was positive Mary had gone, the same despair that clouded her being swooped over him. Suddenly, this New Year's Eve wasn't living up to Switzerland by a long shot.

Tony made his way back into the club, the sound of partying buzzing in his ears as he located the bar. People shoved into him as they danced, no longer separating now that the confidence radiating off his being had been diminished by the news outside. Tony waited several minutes for a bartender's service before ordering a dirty martini with a lemon twist, ignoring the countdown to the New Year.

As the ball dropped and everyone in the vicinity slurred 'Happy New Year!', Tony downed his drink, shuttering as the liquor burned his throat. "To my son," he muttered before setting the glass down and exiting the building, ignoring the cries from friends and fans.

A chauffer waited outside ready to take Mr. Stark anywhere his heart desired. However, the only destination on his mind was home. For now, he'd have to settle for his hotel room.

As Tony entered his suite m on the top floor, his room seemed to big and empty for one person. The windows reflected the lonesomeness he felt. The bright lights reminded him of the lack of human shadows. The king sized mattress brought back the realization that this was Tony's first New Years alone since he was 21. And for once, that didn't seem like such a bad thing. It seemed the last thing Tony Stark needed was another woman in his bed to knock up.

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So, there it is! Chapter numero uno of The Truth. I know it's it bit bland, but just some general background to get the story rolling. I hope y'all enjoyed! Leave any feedback or comments or questions or criticism for me below. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up this weekend for you guys. I hope you enjoyed!