requested by the lovely justanerdhere

look i made a collage! ^^

Takes place after civil war, but Peter wasn't there.

Lol 15 hrs without power and counting!!

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Tony sat down on his couch, sighing. He closed his eyes briefly, desperate for a little rest.

I mean, don't get him wrong, adopting the orphaned three year old Peter Parker was the best decision that he ever made, but... man, that kid could cause trouble. Tony was constantly exhausted.

He had just put Peter to bed, and needed to leave for a press event. The press didn't know about Peter yet, so whenever they asked why he wasn't getting any sleep, he had to make something up.

Tony stood wearily, and walked over to the elevator. Once he reached the ground floor, he met up with Happy, who was driving. 

"Got a babysitter for the kid?" Happy asked, turning to look at the tired dad.

"Yup, her name's May. May... Parker, I think."

"Any relation?"

"Not that I know of." Tony said, shaking his head.

Happy nodded and started driving.

They got to the event way too soon, just as Tony started drifting asleep. He woke with a start, and wiped a bit of drool off of his mouth before opening the car door and stepping out.

The noise hit him right away, and through his sunglasses Tony could see the crazed fans that had caught wind of the event.

He sighed again. He wanted nothing more than to be cuddling with Peter right now, but Life had other ideas.

Some reporters asked for his attention, waving their hands wildly and pointing to their cameras. He wandered over to a few, answering questions sparingly.

"Mr. Stark!! You haven't been seen outside of the tower in a few weeks! Is there trouble with the tower or the rogue Avengers?"

"Nope, no trouble. Everything is running well, I just haven't had an opportunity to part with my... projects." Son, not projects. "And the rogues were pardoned, we're all set there."

"Sir, Tony, have you given up your playboy ways? We've heard nothing from the ladies of social media claiming-"

Tony cut the reporter off before he could finish that. "Yes. I decided it wasn't giving enough respect to the women, and that with the way my life is going right now, I cannot keep it up." Of course he couldn't. Nothing ruined the mood like a toddler crying. Not to mention he was in a relationship with Pepper, but they hadn't announced that yet.

"What do you mean by that?"

"That's classified." Tony shot the reporters his signature smirk, before going to find where Happy was for a moment.

"You missing the kid?" Happy asked, sipping some murky brown drink.

Tony nodded. "Hey, I'll drive back, gotta stay sober anyway." He'd given up drinks, and wanted to be conscious when he returned to Peter.

Tony left Happy's side to mingle with the crowd, shaking off the women that tried to attach to his side. 

It got to the point where he was half enjoying himself, but then his ringtone went off. He looked at the reporter he was with at the moment before excusing himself.

"May?" he asked, finding a quiet corner to converse.

The panicked voice of May went through the phone. "He won't stop crying, I think you need to come back. I hate to interrupt you, but..."

Tony chuckled. "I've been waiting to get away from here for ages. Put him on the phone for me?" he felt a grin form when he heard the babbles of Peter. "Hey, kiddo! You being good for May?"

"Mhm." Peter sniffled. "miss you."

"I know buddy," Tony sighed. "I'll come home as soon as possible. Can you try to stop crying for me?"

Peter sobbed, "But want you home, dada. When you comin home?"

"Soon, bambino. I have to get your Uncle Happy. I'm going to hang up, okay?"

"Okay. Bye bye, Dada." 

May took back the phone and uttered a quick goodbye. Tony hung up and walked quickly to find Happy.

"Mr. Stark! Who was that?" He pushed the reporters aside, but couldn't find Happy.

He dialed Happy's number. "Happy, we've got a code Bambi. Get to the car, now."

The reporters were recording him, but he didn't care. Tony ran a hand through his hair before walking to the car, where Happy was waiting. They left immediately,  and got to the tower in record timing.

Tony got up to his penthouse and rushed to Peter's room, where May was cradling a distressed Peter. May transferred the toddler to Tony's arms, and Peter stopped crying for a moment.

"Dada?"

"Yeah, Buddy, it's Dada. Why're you crying? Talk to me."

"Woke up, an.. And gone." Peter hiccuped.

"You woke up and I was gone?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded sadly, staring up at his father with large eyes. "You never leave again."

Laughing, Tony agreed. "Of course, Kid."

Still holding Peter, Tony paid May and saw her out, profusely thanking her for watching Peter, despite how much she apologized for calling him back.

Tony started humming on his way up to his floor again, and gently put Peter back to bed. He was already sleepy, and the toddler's eyes started closing.

"Goodnight, Pete."

"G'nigh." Peter slurred, turning over and cuddling the blankets. Tony felt his face split into a wide smile, before finding his way to the kitchen.

FRIDAY spoke up. "Sir, I wish to remind you that Miss Maximoff is visiting tomorrow with Misters Barnes and Wilson."

Tony swore softly. They dropped by every now and then for visits, and he hadn't factored that into the plan when he adopted Peter. "Thanks, FRI. Let me know when they get here, okay?"

"Got it, boss."

He went back to what he was doing, which was making a sandwich and sitting down. Once he had finished the sandwich, he went to his room. He was tired, of course he was, but he just couldn't sleep. He kept worrying over the next day.

At some point, amidst his tossing and turning, he fell asleep, and he woke up to rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains. 

Tony groaned, but rolled out of bed. 

Peter wasn't up yet, so he set off cleaning a bit for the visitors. There were some toys strewn across the floor from last night, so they all went into a little bin by the couch. 

He lost track of time until a little voice from the doorway said, "Dada? What you doing?" 

Tony glanced up at his son."Just some cleaning, Bambino. We're having visitors today so I need you on your best behavior." Tony walked over to the kid and lifted him into his arms. "They're my friends, and I hope they like you."

"Why wouldn't they?" Peter pouted, circling his arms around Tony's neck and leaning his head against his shoulders.

Tony didn't answer, instead opting to work on a late breakfast. A glance at the clock told him that it was nearing ten o'clock, so they'd be here soon.

Just on cue, the elevator dinged and FRIDAY announced that they were there. 

Wanda was the first one out, and her eyes locked on Peter. She let out a little gasp and tried to hide her grin, but it still was there.

Peter looked over, and then up at his dad. "Dada? Who is that?" 

"That's Wanda, one of the friends I was telling you about." Seeing Wanda's look, "Wanna hold him, Wanda?"

She nodded quickly, and Peter was transferred into her arms. She looked ecstatic as she gently bounced the toddler on her hip. He was an adorable toddler, to be fair, with his brown curls and innocent expression.

Bucky and Sam exchanged a look after seeing this all go down.

"Who's the little champ?" Sam asked, everything in his voice wanting to use a baby voice.

"My son. I decided to adopt, to I went out and I knew immediately that Peter was the one." He was nervous, hoping that they would accept Peter.

Wanda was beaming. "I love him."

Tony felt his worries slipping away slightly. "Good. Thanks,"

Bucky was still standing, rigid and shocked. 

"Buck, you good?" Sam asked putting a hand on his shoulder. 

"He just reminds me of Rebecca." Bucky whispered, tearing his eyes away form Peter to look at Sam. Seeing Tony's confused look, "Rebecca, my little sister. She was only a little older than him when I... went under."

Peter turned and saw Bucky. He reached out, little hands grabbing at air.

Wanda grinned, walking over to Bucky. "He likes you, Buck!"

Bucky looked at Peter like a deer in headlights, but his arms moved like they had a mind of his own, circling around to support Peter as he held him. He stood there for a minute, helpless.

Tony felt much better at this point, and ushered them to the living room. They sat on the couch, Wanda in between Bucky and Sam, and Tony was on a nearby armchair.

"So, how have things been?" He asked.

"Busy," Wanda shrugged, "Vis went his own way, Nat and Cap are taking some time to themselves. We've been sticking together, I guess. Make a few visits to Wakanda, but mostly we're on the run."

Tony's eyebrows furrowed. "But you were pardoned."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, but SHIELD isn't having any of that. It's that General Ross or whoever that little-" he glanced over at Peter and cleared his throat, "I don't like him, and he doesn't like us."

Tony sighed. "I'll see what I can do. If you ever need to stay here, feel free."

Peter was sitting on Bucky's lap, and started playing with his metal arm.

He grabbed it, holding it up to his cheek. "It's cold."

"Yeah," Bucky exhaled, looking down at the little child. "Yup, it's cold."

Peter looked around, and started to crawl over Wanda to reach Sam. "You look different." Peter pointed out. "But it looks cool." He settled down in between Wanda and Sam, content to snuggle down and sleep, despite just waking up.

The adults talked about a bunch of stuff, before it started to get dark. 

"I should probably get Peter to bed." Tony said, looking at the toddler that was now playing with some toys.

Peter heard his name and pouted. He got up and went to his room with Tony, all the while complaining about how he didn't want to got to bed.

"I know, Buddy." Tony said with a chuckle.

The three visitors left then, putting on caps to hide their faces. They liked the little guy, so maybe they'd have to come visit more. 

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