Requested by jonfra1001 (sorry this took so long- also I changed it a little bit sorry)

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Since the mission involving the Teletubbies suit, Peter was banned from using it and it was locked away in a cabinet somewhere. It was forgotten, after a bit, but what they didn't expect... was for it to begin to develop- on its own. 

"Peter!" Tony called, bursting into his room with no warning. Peter jumped, scrambling to hide something he had been looking at under his pillow. Tony stopped, looking at him warily. 

"What are you hiding?" 

"Nothing." Peter said, his cheeks appearing slightly fuller than usual. 

Tony gave him a stern look. "Show me." He held his hand in front of Peter and he opened his mouth, letting a large campfire marshmallow to slimily drop onto his hand. 

Tony grimaced, looking down at the marshmallow. 

"You could have just shown me the packet from under your pillow." 

Peter's cheeks flushed pink. "Sorry." 

"Why are you hiding marshmallows from me anyway?" 

Peter looked at the floor. "Aunt May doesn't like me eating junk so close to dinner." 

Tony let out a noncommittal noise, emptying his hand into the bin and wiping his hand on his already greasy shorts. 

"What did you come in for?" Peter reminded him, swallowing another marshmallow  whole, like some sort of snake swallowing an egg. 

"I was going to ask you- stop!" Tony froze, staring as Peter used a finger to push the massive marshmallow further down his throat. 

"Huh?" Peter stopped, a large lump in the middle of his neck as he glanced at Tony curiously. 

"Stop that- Jesus Christ just- chew it?????" 

"Oh." Peter said, muffled by the marshmallow. He swallowed and Tony watched the lump slide down and out of sight. 

Tony looked at him in a slightly concerned manner, but continued regardless. 

"Anyway, I was wondering what happened to the teletubby suit, it's not in the cabinet like it used to be." 

Peter frowned. "Well I didn't touch it. It must have been someone else." 

"Who else would have touched it? Everyone else is terrified of it." Tony replied. 

"Maybe Clint," Peter suggested, doubtfully. "He would override his fears to terrify others." 

"Well whoever it is, it means it's still out there somewhere-" Tony was cut off by a blood curdling scream. 

Without a second thought, the pair bolted from the room to the source of the scream- Sam, on the floor of the kitchen, surrounded by spilled milk, Peter's Tinky-Winky suit standing over the top of him, eyes red, holding a kitchen knife. 

"What the FU-"

"Who's in the suit?" Peter interrupted, sending webs towards it to disarm it. 

"I don't know! But I know it's definitely none of the Avengers!" Tony replied, getting into his Ironman suit. Sam had managed to escape now, running to get his Falcon suit. 

"Damn!" Peter hissed, as he was bound up by his own webs. He struggled against them, using his super strength to try to escape. Tony shot repulsors to the huge teletubby, which did nothing except anger the suit- leaving small burn marks on the fur. 

"What did you make this out of Peter? Vibranium?" 

Peter laughed nervously. 

"You WHAT?!"

"How else would I make it bullet proof?" 

"I- you know what, I'm gonna take those marshmallows away from you after this." 

Peter finally managed to escape the webs. "Sounds good Dad." 

Before Tony could say anything else, Peter ran towards the highly armed machine and jumped on it's back, using his sticky hands to cling to it, even when it moved about. Tony stopped firing at it. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" 

"Call the others! I have it distracted! I can hold it!" 

Tony let out a frustrated noise, stamped his foot, and stalked away to call the others. 

Peter stuck his fingers up the nostrils and tugged, ripping the head off and clinging to the body with his legs. 

But there wasn't anyone in the suit. 

"What the-"

The head turned in his hands, the eyes glowing. It smiled, black grease leaking down from the nostrils. 

"WHAT THE-"

The body tossed him off and picked up the head, looking down at Peter who was dazed, his head having hit the marble counter and chipped a piece off. 

"Say goodbye to Tinky Winky," it said, picking up one of Natasha's hidden guns. It cocked the gun, smiling, grease still dripping from it's nostrils. Panic flooded through Peter- he tried to move, but he was so dizzy...

BANG.

Peter's eyes closed, waiting for the pain to flood through his body, waiting for the blood to drip from the wound, sticky, dark- waiting for his own creation to murder him in cold blood, as God waited for his creation to inevitably take his own life. 

It never came. 

He opened his eyes, and those same red eyes stared back, glitching, with a huge sizzling hole in the chest. He let out a long shaky breath, turning to see Carol walking towards him, flaming, her fist still closed as she stared at the robot in distaste. Behind her, the entire avengers team stood, armed and ready. 

Their words swam through the air, as though water distorted their words, as though he sat underwater and the light was dappled, manipulated, before it reached his eyes. 

"PeTeR???? ARe YoU Ok?" 

Peter blinked and he was surrounded, a blurred hue of reds, golds, blues and greens in front of him- and one distinct face- his father's, creased with worry. 

Peter took a few shallow breaths, lifting his shaking hand to the back of his head and bringing it back to see blood. He smiled lightly- and the lights went out. 

The bed was uncomfortable. It was flat and hard and thin, and the pillows were too soft, the sides pressing against the sides of his cheeks and his neck sore as it was virtually upon the bed. 

Peter opened his eyes and immediately shrieked and pulled back, Morgan's eyes widening as she jumped backwards too. 

"Morgan!" He scolded. "What were you doing?!" 

"Daddy told me to keep an eye on you while mummy took him away to sleep." 

Peter let out a soft groan and rubbed his face with his hands, sitting up. He ran a hand over the back of his head and gave a half smile as he realised the cut had healed. 

"How long have I been sleeping?" 

Morgan shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know, I can't read time. Mummy said you were fell asleep yesterday." 

Peter stood up, swaying, and grabbed his phone to check the time- ten am.

"Peter!" A voice said, and Natasha came over. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah I'm fine Auntie Tasha. It's all healed now." 

Natasha hugged him tightly. "You had everyone worried sick. Like literally sick. The toilet has never smelled this bad."

Peter grimaced as he took Morgan's hand, the three of them heading to the elevator and down to the kitchen. 

Everyone hugged Peter tightly and Steve gave him the pancakes he had made for him, which Peter had to fight the urge not to swallow whole. 

All was well. 

A/N Okay  so I know this ended badly (sorry) and I also know that this is like two weeks late but in my defence I restarted school recently and have been quite stressed with a heap of other things going on and getting back in the swing of things, plus I've been super busy making a birthday present for someone, and some personal things I won't mention. I started writing a different chapter and then remembered I had a request and had to rewrite so that one will be out next week. 

Happy reading, have a nice day

Sorry this took so long lol