He knew it was all fake, it was all for the mission.., but he just couldn’t not actually care about you.

You weren’t really his child, just being some random kid he needs to take care of to save face for a certain spy mission, you of course being oblivious to the fact.

“Hey, kid,” Peter would greet you as he walked through the door, his smile was strained. He hated having to pretend for you, he really did, “how’d you do in school today, hm? Still need help with that science work?”