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Peter Stark was perched on a rooftop, feet dangling over the edge as he exhaled softly. He held his mask in his hand while casting his gaze to the skyline ahead of him that always showed some sign of life. It was peaceful and quiet, and if Peter was being honest there were few too little moments like these in his life. Living the life of a superhero was like a movie on fast forward, it was the rare moments like these that really kept the boy mentally in check. 

A voice quietly breathed out as a weight leaned against his shoulder, “What are you thinking about?”

Peter turned with a smile on his face to see Frostbite or as he knew her Kira Barton leaned against him, eyes trained in the same direction with a smile on her face. He felt her fingers interlock with his and his smile widened, “Nothing much. Just how nice it is up here.”

Kira nodded, more of her platinum locks falling against Peter’s shoulder. The two fifteen year olds stayed in silence as they watched the sun set together, leaned against each other for extra warmth. 

The friends and lovers’ moments of peace were quickly interrupted at the sound of an explosion that nearly sent the two toppling over the building’s roof. Peter panicked and grabbed Kira before the two could fall as he spoke through his comm, “What was that?”

Kira quickly got to her feet, “Whatever it is we should get there first to make sure that everyone is okay.” She leaped off the rooftop and flew to where a building had collapsed, Peter swinging not far behind her. 

The two did a classic superhero landing as Deadpool kindly shouted while gleefully watching on a neighboring rooftop while chugging something that Peter assumed was bleach. The two Avengers got to work, getting everyone to safety while supporting what was left of the building before more civilians could’ve gotten hurt. 

Peter was helping an elderly woman who had fallen over and lost her glasses and made sure that she was okay. The woman thanked him as well as for the churro the other day when she pointed to the bank next door saying, “She went in there.”

“She who?”, inquired Peter. 

The woman frowned, “I um, she had silver colored hair and she was wearing a black suit. She had claws, she reminded me of my kitten, you remember Dolly…”

Peter smiled, “Of course Mrs. Hirsh, the officers are going to make sure you’re all okay. Thank you so much. Frostbite we’re needed at the bank!”

The two Avengers headed into the bank, and just as they stepped in Peter felt a strong tingle. “There’s something coming our direction, duck!” He pushed Kira and himself to the side right as the sound of bullets echoed against his ears. 

Kira breathed out as she tucked a platinum lock of hair behind her ear, “Thanks, papa would kill us both if I ever got shot. And so would your dad. Question,” she said while standing up, “How the hell do all you crooks have guns? What is this, the 1920s?”

She didn’t get a vocal answer, instead the sound of gunfire being directed towards them. The Barton raised her hands and ice cold energy spilled out, acting as a shield from getting shot. While Kira and Peter got to attacking the thugs, the latter noticed something oddly familiar about the men. They were henchmen, but for who?”

Silver colored hair, black suit, claws...Catwoman doesn’t steal anymore since Batman put a ring on her, well she still kinda does but that’s a whole other story. But, there’s  another cat who is notorious for elaborate stunts like these. Black Cat! He called out while disarming a thug, “Frostbite, these are Black Cat’s henchmen.” He ducked as he spun-kicked the gun out of a dude’s hands, “Okay where do you all get these guns from?”

One of the henchmen who had only had one braincell quipped as he advanced towards the red-hooded Avenger, “You’re not going to stop her in the basement. Not with the hostages she got.”

Kira yelled as she sent an ice blast hurling his way and knocking him out unconscious, “We’ll take our chances very much.” She tilted her head indicating to Peter, “There’s an elevator. I’ll do the leading.”

Peter nodded as he half-walked, half-jogged to the elevator where Kira was waiting. He inspected all the buttons, unsure of which one to press when he realized one had a deep scratch mark on it, so he decided to press that one. 

Peter spoke as he braced himself for a fight, “No murder.”

“Peter,” Kira pouted, “C’mon, I’m an assassin. I only murder unless I actually need to. I’m pretty sure this is the best floor for thieves and no doubt there’ll be trouble so I’ll lead,” she said as she picked up a metal rod and held it against the back of her head, “you follow. This is going to be fun. Also, I noticed some heavy gashes on some of the people outside, they’re deep. Be careful. One of them was saying that she kidnapped some of the regular people, dunno why but she’s crazy anyways.” 

Just as his girl uttered the last syllable, the elevator doors opened and just as Kira predicted, Peter was greeted with at least two dozen guns pointed in their direction.

Kira wore an easygoing smile despite Peter’s slight panic as she lazily scanned the crowd. Her hair was loose as she rocked on her heeled boots, hands still holding onto the metal bar, “Hey boys, didn’t know there was a kidnapping here.” 

Peter swore he heard fingers tighten over a trigger. He muttered under his breath, “Do you have a plan cause we’re kinda cornered here?”

Kira lifted her chin tutting, “Ah, ah, ah. Before you shoot either one of us, we have some very valuable information on our hands.”

Peter raised any eyebrow despite his mask concealing it, “We do?”

Kira gave him the same look she used when she threatened Pietro for being a dick. 

The fifteen year old corrected himself, “Oh yeah, right. We do.” What is she on?

Kira started, “You know this isn’t the only kidnapping slash hostage situation we’ve dealt with, as a matter of fact. Did you hear about the kidnapping at the school over on fifth and twelfth? Really rich intern if I do say so myself.” She sighed loosely as she lowered the metal bar so it was resting against her upper neck/lower head, “But don’t worry, he woke up.”

Peter, incredulous hissed, “Are you kidding me? Puns? Now? We’re about to die, dude!”

Kira swung the metal rod in her hand  as she smirked, “Can’t say the same for you guys though.” She started attacking people left and right. 

Ooh, that was a good one not gonna lie, Peter thought as he joined the fray, punching and kicking everyone that had a gun. It was pure chaos, KAREN was shouting orders in his ear and he was performing, punching and disarming left and right. It was sheer madness. 

Peter hadn’t even realized that the person he had lunged for wasn’t even holding a gun when something sharp grazed his skin. Before Peter could react against his screaming spidey senses, he crashed onto the floor as the breath was knocked out of him. 

A silky voice that the teenage vigilante knew too well spoke, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite goody-two shoes, Spiderman.” She paused as she flashed a cheshire smile towards Peter who was still catching his breath while trying to figure out how he was going to handle the situation, “Or, should I say Peter Parker,” she pointed a sharp fingernail, “Stark, actually I heard.”

Peter moved to attack her but she pinned him down so it was her weight on top of his, “How do you know that?”

The cat-alias donning girl shrugged as her smirk deepened, “I have friends in really low, but super helpful places.” She sighed, inspecting a fingernail, “And as much as I always imagined the day where we’d be in a position like this, I can’t let you and the ice bitch get in my way, so, toodles.” She swiped at Peter, claw-like fingers scratching into Peter’s suit and opening flesh, “Here’s a parting gift until next time.” She instantly stood up and walked away despite the chaos. 

Peter winced, groaning as he moved his hand which suddenly felt like a thousand pounds over his wound as the teenager felt blood stain his fingers. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “That actually really really hurts, what the hell?”

“Language,” piped Kira as she scrambled to him and applied pressure on Peter’s bleeding wound. “I got you, hang in there Pete.” Her eyes were scanning him frantically, he noticed through his mask. He frowned when he noticed blood trickle down her cream-colored skin, “Kira, you’re bleeding.”

Kira paused and ran a hand over the patch of skin that had caught Peter’s eyes. The Avenger wiped the blood away and she rubbed the crimson-colored liquid on her pant leg reassuring Peter as she brought her focus back on him, “It’s nothing I’m fine. What happened?”

Peter groaned as cold ice began to form near his open injury, “Cat scratched me.” He continued, “And it hurts like a bitch.”

“Ugh, mood.” Kira chuckled, “And Cap would definitely not approve of that language.”

Peter defended as Kira hoisted him up, “You’re one to talk. I never met anyone that curses as much as you do, but it’s adorable.”

Kira blushed, “That’s cute, but I can’t staunch the bleeding, we’re going to have to get you back to the tower. Frostbite to Tower do you copy?”

“Yeah,” filtered a voice that belonged to a certain genius billionaire ex-playboy philanthropist, “We’ll ready up medbay.” 

“Alright,” said Kira as she trudged back into the elevator carrying not only her weight but Peter’s too. She huffed as the two rode up the elevator, “I gotta say Parker, you’re heavier than you look.”

Peter dipped his head down, lucky that his mask was concealing the tears that streamed down his face, “Can this go any faster, God, how deep is the wound?”

Kira hesitated before answering, “Pretty deep. C’mon, I got you. She half-flied, half-carried Peter back to the tower, not caring about the blood that was getting on her uniform. Right as they got to the last leg of the way home, Kira grunted as she flew-carried the two of them, slightly toppling the two of them through the window. 

The other Avengers who were in the middle of watching the news jumped and once they saw the state of their youngest members reacted quickly. 

Tony got to Peter first, peeling off the boy’s mask to make sure that his son was okay. He was slightly surprised by the tears but didn’t say anything, squeezing Peter’s hand to let him know indirectly that it’s okay. 

He lifted Peter up bridal style as he followed Bruce to the already-waiting medbay. Peter bit back a groan, allowing his eyes to momentarily fall shut. He whimpered as he felt his dad comb through his hair, “Hurts so much Dad.”

Tony nodded, wiping away Peter’s tears with his fingerpads, “I know buddy,  Brucie Bear is going to make you feel all better, okay? I’m right here, I got you.” He continued to soothe Peter while Bruce prepared what he needed to do, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

Peter had just begun to calm down when he saw the needle that Bruce was holding. He stilled as panic grabbed a hold of him quickly. The fifteen year old tried to get off the bed as he mumbled somewhat through a slur, “No needles, I hate ‘em. Sharp and pointy and they hurt.” He began to feel hazy and dizzy from all the blood loss as a pout overcame his features. “‘s not fair.”

Tony held him in his arms so Peter wouldn’t fall off the bed, letting the teenager bury his face against his chest. He rubbed soft circles on Peter’s back while his other hand scratched the back of Peter’s head while cupping it. “I know you hate them kiddo, but we gotta take them.” He cupped Peter’s face as he wiped the tears that rolled down Peter’s face, hating the fact that he was putting his kid in more pain. “Tell you what,” the father offered, “You don’t even have to look. I’ll hold you the entire time, I promise. And then we can do whatever you want. TV, ice cream, sleep, all up to you. How’s that sound hmm?”

Peter pondered what his dad was saying and then reluctantly nodded. His voice was quiet since he was still scared, “Okay.” 

Tony wore a proud yet comforting smile, “Attaboy, lie down bud, I got you.” He leaned on his side so that all Peter could see was Tony, even if he tried to move his head the other way. A hand held Peter’s and Tony could sense that Peter was still uncomfortable so he offered kindly while his other hand moved the hair out of Peter’s eyes, “You can squeeze as hard as you need. You want Bruce to count for you?”

Peter winced as he felt the Hulk’s alter-ego dab alcohol on his skin, “Yes please.” 

Bruce’s voice was warm and reassuring as he too had a disdain for needles, “I’ll count for you Peter, you just focus on Tony okay?”

Peter gulped as he nodded, whispering so only Tony could hear him, “Dad, I’m scared.” His heart was thudding so loud the boy wasn’t sure if Bruce was even counting or not. He sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut only to reopen half a second later. 

Tony dismissed Peter’s worries, “It’s okay to be scared Pete. I’m here.” He started to distract Peter while Bruce started counting down, knowing it would only worsen his anxiety, “You know what that idiot Wilson did? He stole one of my private jets and wrote in white chalk I think it was, I. O. U. Can you believe the idoicy?” The man felt Peter’s hold on his hand tighten as Bruce injected the needle into Peter, so he continued comforting like the dad he is, “Outrageous. The sheer audacity, you know how expensive those are?”

Peter giggled as his eyes drooped, “So ridiculous. Like cats flying on cars ridiculous.” 

Bruce chuckled at that, “Alright I got it from here.”

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Peter groaned as his eyes fluttered open only to find his dad sitting in a chair right next to his bed. He mumbled as Tony helped him sit up, “Dad?”

“Yeah buddy?”, Tony asked while making sure that Peter didn’t tear his stitches as he propped himself up. “You okay? Bruce had to give you some stitches.”

“That’s badass,” Peter found himself saying with a giggle. He asked loopily, “Is Kira okay? Clint’s gonna kill me isn’t he.”

Tony chuckled as he moved closer to Peter, “He’s not going to kill you kiddo, he loves you too much to do that. She’s fine, just a small cut. Are you okay?”

Peter hummed, “Mhmm. Feel fine.” He started to slur, “I kinda feel floaty.” 

Tony laughed, clearly amused, “That’s the painkillers.” 

“Oh,” Peter said with another giggle, “Can I say a bad word?”

Seeing no harm in it, his father nodded. A few moments passed when Tony gently nudged Peter’s shoulder, “Well?”

Peter confided in his innocent brown doe eyes, “I’m nervous.”

Tony smiled cause Peter loopy on pain meds afraid to curse was the most adorable thing he had seen since like forever. He stroked Peter’s cheek, “You don’t have to be. I curse all the time, I won’t tell Cap.”

Peter blurted, “Cats are bitches.”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sure they are.”

Peter defended, “Sharp claws, man what the heck? Get a lawsuit, I want a lawyer.” He paused, turning his head to face his dad, “Can you be my lawyer? I trust you the most in the entire world. Galaxy. Universe.”

Tony smiled fondly as he tugged on Peter’s hair, “Sure thing buddy. Now, as your lawyer I say that you get some rest since you look sleepy.”

Peter shook his head, looking a lot like he was five instead of fifteen, “‘m not tired dad. Like what Cap always says, I can do this all day.”

“I know,” said Tony, “but I’m exhausted.” He exaggerated a yawn, “And there’s nothing I love more than sleeping with my baby. I’ve been feeling lonely since Pep left for her business trip. Cuddles?”

A smile overtook Peter’s face, “Tony Stark cuddles are my favorite thing in the whole wide world.” He stretched out his renunciation, making him sound as childish as he looked, “They’re so warm and soft, they’re the best thing ever!”

“I’m glad you think that,” said Tony as a geniune smile tugged on his lips, “Now let’s get some rest, because quite frankly, today was exhausting.”

He pulled Peter into his lap, who in turn buried his head against Tony’s chest, specifically his arc reactor. The boy curled in further in his dad’s hold as the latter continued to play with Peter’s hair, making the boy feel a flood of warmth and comfort. It was tingly. Peter felt like laughing at how funny the word sounded. 

“Dad,” Peter started after a few moment of silence. 

“Yeah kiddo?”

“Thank you for earlier.” Peter wiped his nose as he shurddered, “It was so scary.”

Tony cooed, “Pete, you don’t have to thank me for being a good person bud. I’m your dad, it’s my job to make sure that you’re a-okay. Even when you’re scared, sad, or to make the good moments better. I’m always going to be here for you buddy, okay?”

Peter smiled as his father planted a kiss on the top of his head, “Okay.” There was silence until  he started giggling again. “You’re my dad,” he said and then smiled toothily, “boogie woogie woogie.”

Tony looked down with an eyebrow raised, “You are a crazy child, you know that? Just wait till I show you this video when these drugs are out of your system, FRI save this video to my personal harddrive.” 

FRIDAY let out a hum of approval while Peter’s voice shot, “I’m on drugs?” He actually started to tear up, “I’m sorry dad, I know I promised you I wouldn’t take them but I don’t even know how I did.” His lip quivered, an indication to his father that he was close to breaking down. 

“No,” started Tony reassuringly, “You’re not on the bad drugs. I used a bad word choice, I’m sorry. Medicine. Sorry about that bambino. Of course I know that you wouldn’t take drugs, I trust you.” He wiped a tear that rolled down Peter’s face, “Sleepy?”

Peter nodded as he sniffled. He buried his head back against Tony’s arc as his father hummed. Within five minutes his eyes drooped and he fell asleep in the warm embrace. 

A/N: Peter is a baby. Periodt. End tweet. Don't forget to comment and vote. This virus needs to go away, this is getting really, really scary and it would be great if this ding dang virus would just die already thank u, next. Also...you'll need tissues for the next oneshot..the challenge has been complete. But I'll still try again and again. ;)