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Nat wasn't stupid. She was a spy; she looked for clues before jumping to conclusions.
This was one reason why she was thoroughly enjoying their first meeting as a reunited team. She had already known that he was Spiderman as soon as he started speaking, and wasn't at all surprised that the hero was just a teenager (the amount of pop culture references, plus the fact that she could hear him vlogging over the comms during the fight was enough evidence for her). She also wasn't at all surprised that she was the only one to make that connection.
The other reason why she was thoroughly enjoying the meeting (which the first reason is actually based upon) is that the rest of the team hadn't. It was 9 o'clock on a Tuesday morning, and had been waiting the full half hour since the meeting had started for someone to bring it (Peter) up. Sure enough, someone did.
"Hey, who's Peter?" Wanda finally asked, sitting up in her chair and looking at Tony, who looked like a deer in headlights.
This only lasted for a moment though, as he very quickly snapped out of whatever trance he had fallen into, and said, "Oh! Pepper must've forgot to say. Peter is my intern, he lives here."
"Your intern... who lives here... on our floor? The avengers floor?" Nat said, smirking at Tony - who in turn narrowed his eyes at her for a few seconds.
"Well, I mean, he's also Spider-Man, but I try not to advertise it to the who-"
"You let your son fight against half of the Avengers? He's a kid!" Steve timely interrupted.
"Anyone else just get major deja vu? Nope? Just me?" Tony looked around the table.
Rhodey decided to jump in, after deciding that Tony was deflecting like it was a competition. "Peter is not Tony's son... wh- what on earth made you think that?"
"There's a whole ass shrine up there on the wall in our lounge, man," Sam said.
Nat was grinning from ear to ear.
Tony looked like he didn't know what to say. "It was a birthday gift," he finally settled on, "Now, if that's all."
They all sat back in their chairs, different levels of processing painting their faces. Tony smiled, nodded, and left, closing the door behind him.
"What the hell, guys?" Rhodey said, turning to the group.