(Not Spiderman+ someone wanted me to write a fic about child predators and this kinda happened around my school, so trigger warning and stay safe. But Peter’s okay, he just gets scared. + this bitch had two panic attacks over the past week- one for overthinking and one about commas lets gOOO) 
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Peter “Parker” Stark-Rogers hummed a tune that matched the song streaming from his earbuds, swinging his backpack over his other shoulder to evenly distribute the bag’s weight. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked from MidTown High to the Avengers Tower, which also happened to be where he lived with his Dads Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. 

The air was brisk and spring’s scent filled Peter’s airways as the sun shone radiantly over the people of the world. A feeling of joy and carelessness was contagious as Peter felt his lips curve upwards into a smile. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

About fifteen minutes into his way home, Peter felt his chest drop. His pace automatically quickened by force of habit, and he removed one earbud from his ear. The off feeling only grew stronger the more Peter continued to walk. 

He pretended to read the graffiti on the walls of the cafe adjacent to him. He spotted an oddly dressed man wearing an oversized black hoodie and black pants walking in the same direction as him, and was exactly seven feet away from him. 

Peter quickly faced forward and quickened his pace, worry inching throughout his body. Something felt suspicious about the man, and was most likely dangerous. 

Peter didn’t want to jump to conclusions, at least not until he was three thousand percent sure of what he hoped wasn’t being implied. He gulped as he realized that there wasn’t anyone else on the streets around him, and Peter thickly swallowed, Adam’s Apple bouncing. He curled his fingers over the edge of his phone, trying to ground himself before a panic attack could get a hold of him. 

Peter sucked in a breath and spurred himself to walk faster and discreetly, periodically checking to see if the stranger was still following him. 

Ten minutes later when Peter turned around, the man was still following him. The words of his Health teacher rang in his head, Some sick people are child predators. They’re usually and almost always pedophiles, and they usually go after kids walking alone, typically before and after school. They follow you to see where you live and then the next day or even later that day they make their move.

Peter gulped as he felt his chest seize and his fingers tremble. Two signs that he was close to diving headfirst into a panic attack. 

He turned around and accidentally made eye contact with the hooded man who sickly smiled sweetly at him. Peter quickly threw his head forward as his heart lurched and beatted so loud, the teenager was sure that the creep could hear it. 

The Stark-Rogers felt extremely helpless as dozens of scenarios played in his head. He couldn’t go inside, the man would surely follow him and trap him there. He felt his vision blur, he needed his Dads. He quickly dialed his Papa’s number, praying to Odin, Thor, Hela, Loki, every single god/goddess he could think of from Norse Mythology that his Papa would pick up. His Dad was at important business meeting and he didn’t want to disturb him. 

Luckily, Steve answered. Peter heard Steve’s voice ask with slight concern, “Peter? Is something wrong? You don’t really call after school.”

Peter quickly breathed out, “Papa, someone’s following me, since I got out of school.” He felt like crying, “I’m scared, Papa.”

Steve spoke softly yet in a grounding tone, “Hey, Peter. Breathe. You did the right thing calling either me or your Dad. First step is breathing. I know you’re panicking, but you think you can hold off on that until you get home?”

Peter gulped, “I’ll try.”

Steve wore a reassuring smile though Peter couldn’t see it, “Attaboy. What street are you on?”

Peter replied hastily, “73rd. I’m maybe ten blocks from home.”

Steve nodded, replying, “I want you to discreetly look how far behind you he is. I just told Dad, make sure to keep breathing.”

Peter wheezed, dangerously close to a full blown panic attack, “Seven feet? Papa, he has a gun.”

Steve responded urgently, “Okay, just listen to me and don’t look behind you anymore. You’re doing good alright? Just listen to my voice. Where are you now? Are you at the end of 73rd? 

Peter replied lowly, “Yeah. Papa, he’s getting closer.” 

Steve spoke, “Hey, no panicking now. Turn left quickly.”

Peter did so, squeezing his eyes shut and counted to ten, trying to resist the panic that threatened to consume him. 

Steve breathed out, “You’re doing so good bud. Keep walking till the end of the block and then turn right to 72nd.”

Peter couldn’t help the childish tone that seeped into his words, “Papa, he’s still following me.” He quickly turned onto 72nd, wishing that he was already home, tucked in the warmth and safety of his Dads arms. 

Steve was quick to reassure his son, “Don’t worry or look back. If you keep going, he’s not going to hurt you. Bear, I promise. You’re almost there, and I’m staying on the line until you’re sandwiched in my arms, capiche?”

Peter could tell Steve was wearing his iconic Dad smile whenever he was trying to calm Peter down and let out a nervous chuckle. “Yes sir.”

Steve hummed to fill in the silence and to keep Peter from getting a panic attack and then spoke, “You’re at an intersection, right?”

Peter replied, “Uh huh. I’m two blocks away.” 

Steve let out a hum in approval, “Alright, listen carefully okay? Cross the street as quickly as you can but don’t go forward until the cars start moving okay?”

Peter let out an okay as he sucked in a sharp breath and followed Steve’s words, running as quickly as he could and came to a halt. 

Steve spoke, “Once the cars start moving, run as quickly as you can and don’t stop till you get inside the Tower, okay?”

Peter nodded, running as soon as the cars started to move all over again. The fourteen year old didn’t dare look back to see if the man was following him or not. The boy was focused on one goal: getting home safely. The idea of home made Peter force his lungs to supply his body with oxygen faster. The sound of heavy footsteps planting against the ground made Peter’s heart seize.”

Peter couldn’t help the terror that was laced in his tone as he spoke, “Papa, he’s still following me. He’s running.”

Steve encouraged his son, “Bear, you’re doing great. You’re almost there. I want you to run as fast as you can into an elevator and don’t let anyone else in, okay?”

Peter breathed out tightly as he practically threw open the door and pushed past people into an elevator. His eyes bulged as the man went inside, anger written all over his features as he furiously searched for Peter. 

Peter couldn’t hold the gasp that escaped his quivering lip and quickly jabbed the elevator door button closed. He sighed softly, “I’m inside.” 

It was his Papa’s turn to softly sigh, “You’re okay bud. I told Dad, he’s on his way from his meeting alright?” 

Peter felt his knees twitch and prayed for the elevator to go any faster. When the doors softly chimed open, Peter was met with a concerned Steve. The teenager immediately launched himself into Steve’s already waiting arms and sobbed into his chest, exhaustion caving in at the same time as the panic attack that the teenager was fighting for too long. 

Steve hoisted his baby as Peter wrapped himself around his Papa, desperately wanting nothing else but to be held. Steve wrapped his arms around Peter’s shaking back, holding his weeping child close to his heart, which only beated for him and his significant other. 

Steve’s strong yet gentle and warm touch was the perfect thing Peter needed to soothe his distress. He rubbed Peter’s back while tucking Peter’s head into the crook of his neck while guiding the two to the couch. He murmured soft reassurances into Peter’s ear, “Hey, let it out. You’re okay now. It’s okay, I promised you.” 

Peter didn’t care that he was bawling like a baby, “I was so scared.”

Steve’s hold around Peter tightened, “It’s okay to be scared, but you’re safe now. You’re in my arms  now. And I’m never letting you go. Ever.” He heard Peter wheeze, “In and out bud, let the oxygen and carbon dioxide do their thing. You know, the science stuff you and Dad love so much.” 

Peter fisted Steve’s shirt material, making the latter feel his heartstrings tug as he planted a kiss on the top of Peter’s head. He gently cupped Peter’s head and forced the welling irises to meet his, “What do you need?”

Peter lowly whimpered and Steve felt like crying, “Just hold me.” 

Steve nodded firmly as he offered a comforting smile, “Of course I’m going to hold you bear. You’re my baby. I don’t plan on letting you go anytime at all. In fact, you’re not going to school tomorrow, and not a single person on this planet will argue with me on that.” 

Peter spoke in a watery tone, “Papa? Thank you.” 

Steve looked down at the shaking bundle in his arms, “What for bud?”

Peter replied, “For today, helping me not panic. And getting me back home safely.”

His Papa shook his head, “None of that Petey. I’m your Papa, and you’re my baby. It’s me and your Dad’s job to make sure that you’re okay. Just doing our jobs to keep our Petey pie safe. I’d do it again in a heartbeat to keep you safe and sound. I love you so much, and I know you do.”

Peter leaned his head deeper into Steve’s chest, snuggling closer to his Papa. The teenager was silent, except for the occasional sniffle. Steve leaned forward, hold still tightened around his boy as he draped a fuzzy blanket over his son and leaned against the top of Peter’s head, making sure he rubbed soft circles, “You’re going to be okay bud. You have me and Dad to carry you forever, you hear me? And the team too.” 

Steve paused, “And speaking of Dad, guess who?” 

Peter weakly turned to see his Dad rush in with worry and stop at the sight of his sobbing son. The boy weakly smiled, “Hey Dad. Sorry about your meeting.” 

His Dad immediately dismissed it, “Peter, you’re more important than any meeting. You’re the most important thing in mine and your Papa’s lives.” He crouched down in front of Peter and rubbed stray patterns over the fabric of Peter’s jeans, “Bud, I heard what happened. You’re okay now. I heard how brave you were. That’s my boy.” He sat on the couch, wrapping his arms around Peter as he planted a firm kiss to Peter’s cheek. He didn’t move the hand that Peter latched himself onto. 

Sensing how tense his baby was, he pulled Peter’s legs onto his lap and softly massaged them. Peter hiccuped, “I wasn’t that brave. I was scared the whole time Dad. Papa was the one that was brave. I thought he was going to get me.” Tears sprang from the corners of his eyes as they silently spilled over his cream-colored features. Steve was quick to wipe the tears and ran his fingers through Peter’s curls, something the three knew always worked to console Peter. 

Tony shook his head as his cooed, “Exactly bud. Petey, that’s what being brave is. You’re scared, terrified even, but you still manage to get over that. You trusted Papa, and you were able to get home safely. I know you’re still scared, I would be too, but you’re okay now. In fact, no school for the rest of the week, Natasha and Clint are already working on finding the guy. And you know them, they never miss their targets. You were so strong Bambi, come here.” 

He pulled Peter onto his lap and softly stroked him as the boy started sobbing all over again, still in the midst of a panic attack, and just from the overall experience of the day. He was just so scared.

Tony cupped Peter’s weary head as he wiped the latter’s tears with his thumb pads. He spoke softly creating an aura of solace that Peter desperately needed, “Don’t cry baby. We’re here now, you’re going to be okay.” 

Peter only clutched his Dad and Papa tighter, asking weakly, “Can we please cuddle? I just feel so scared, and I can’t make it go away.” 

Tony nodded understandingly as he carried the sniffling boy to the room he and Steve shared. Steve set up the covers and the two worked to tuck Peter in between the two of them, creating a “Dad Sandwich”. Tony wore a thin smile, “Dad sandwich gonna make you all better Petey, alright? 

Peter nodded stiffly as his eyes still glistened with terror. Tony pulled the nervous teenager close to his chest, specifically his arc, remembering that the blue hues of light always seemed to calm the boy down. Peter let stray tears slip down his cheeks as his Papa wrapped his big, strong, and warm arms around him and Tony. 

Peter whispered tightly because the boy needed his Dads to know, “I love you guys so much.” 

Tony cooed, “Aw kiddo, you’re going to make your old men cry. We love you 3000, now let’s get some shut eye alright?” 

A/N: how did you guys like this one shot?