A/N Requested by iamKhrfan :) sorry if anyone's getting sick of young Peter chapters, this will probably be the last one unless someone thinks of another one or something. Happy reading!

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"Are you ready Peter?" Tony called, standing by the elevator, keys in hand. 

"Yep!" Peter's voice replied from his bedroom, quickly followed by a loud crash and the sound of tumbling. 

Tony frowned, because he didn't hear Peter's voice yell; "I'm okay!" at the end of the crash, like normal. 

"Are you okay Peter?" 

"Yep!" Peter called, sounding like he was struggling. A couple of seconds later, he stumbled in, his large backpack bumping against the back of his legs. His teddy was tucked under his arm, and his brown curls was a mess. The wiggles bandaid was evident on his tiny nose, hiding his most recent injury caused by running face first into a wall. How he did it, nobody knew. 

Tony smiled when Peter came to a delayed stop beside him, almost smacking into his legs but stopping just in time. 

"Let's go then Peter," he told him, enclosing Peter's small hand in his own. They were heading to shield to pick up the majority of the avengers, because they had caught a quintet there, and the rest had another car. 

Peter sat in the back of the car, in his car seat, playing with his avengers figurines. AC/DC blasted through the speakers, which Tony mouthed along to. He had his classic sunglasses on, and Peter wore his own pair, which kept slipping down his nose. 

It didn't take too long to arrive at the spot they were supposed to pick the others up, everyone clambering into the dark van. Peter didn't look up from where he was still playing with the figurines, having all the avengers destroy a blobby looking thing Peter had made out of clay in kindy. He even threw a hotwheels car across the van, but Clint quickly caught it before it hit Tony and caused a crash. 

"Peter, what have I told you about throwing things in the car?" Tony told him sternly. Peter lowered his arms, one holding hulk and the other holding ironman. 

"Don't do it," Peter replied quietly, lowering his eyes to the floor, swinging his legs slightly. 

"Exactly. What do you say?"

"Sorry daddy." 

"Apology accepted." Tony went back to driving, quiet conversations taking up the silence of the car, along with the sounds of crying for help and explosions and deep voices saying 'it's okay ma'am' coming from Peter.

Soon Peter grew bored and turned to Thor beside him. 

"Can you play with me Uncle Thor?" He asked, using his puppy dog eyes, biting his lip hopefully. 

"Of course young Peter, son of Stark." Thor said, swivelling in his seat. Peter happily handed him the Thor figurine, and the Hulk figurine. 

"Ahh! Help me! Dr Tickles has stolen me!" Peter said in a highpitched voice, holding his teddy at the top of the nearby seat. He lowered his voice until it was inhumanely deep. "Don't worry, we'll save you, we're the avengers!" He held Captain America at the same time, evidently showing he was the one saying this. 

"You can't get past me! I am Dr Tickles!" The clay blob thing was pushed into Captain America, who suddenly started laughing loudly. 

"Noooooo! Run for your lives!" 

Thor pushed forward his Thor figurine. "Don't worry Steve! I'll save you! I'll vanquish this mighty beast!" 

Peter laughed manically. "It's too late! I have taken him- fight Captain America." Peter lifted up the Captain America doll, making it walk towards Thor in such a way it made a shiver run up his spine. 

"I'm not Captain America anymore, I'm Captain Tickles." He laughed loudly, and by now most of the car was watching in either fear, interest, confusion, amusement or complete horror in Steve's case. 

Peter held up the Black Widow figurine. "Uncle Steeb no!" He squealed in a high pitched voice, causing Natasha to wince. 

Steve, in the front, choked on the water he had been drinking. 

Then Peter made the Captain America doll jump on Thor. He looked up at Thor, who looked rather pale. 

"You're dead now," he informed him in his normal voice, taking the doll from his hands and dropping it into the death pit, or the car floor, littered with different dolls and a couple of broken things. 

"You know what, I'm feeling a bit tired Peter, I might take a nap for the rest of the trip." Thor decided, putting down the hulk figurine. Peter's face immediately dropped, tears filling his big, brown, doe eyes. 

"B-b-but we haven't finished the game! We can't just let Dr Tickles win!" 

"Er-"

"We're here." Tony announced, saving Thor from witnessing another death of an Avenger. Peter squirmed in his seat, immediately dropping the rest of the figurines, trying to peer through the dark tinted windows. His face brightened and a grin spread on his face, showing of his small milky whites. 

"We're at the playground!" He yelled excitedly, small fingers fumbling with the belt of his car seat, trying to undo it quickly. 

Clint quickly helped, used to the belts of the car seats for children. Peter was quick to open the door, before even Tony had gotten there to open it for him. He tripped slightly as he ran out, pulling off his clothes to reveal an ironman costume underneath, dumping his clothes on the pavement behind him. He pulled on his ironman mask, running to the playground. 

Tony chuckled, picking up his clothes behind him as the others climbed out. It was late afternoon, so they couldn't stay for very long. 

"Who wants coffee?" Natasha asked, digging through her purse. 

"Me! Me! Me!" Clint yelled, jumping up and down. 

"Good, go get me some." Natasha told him, dumping a five dollar bill into his hand. Clint immediately deflated, thinking she had been about to go get him some. 

"Fine," he huffed, walking away. Tony handed him a fifty dollar bill. 

"Get everyone some," he said, "Mine'll be black, no sugar. You can probably remember everyone else's preferences." 

Clint nodded, smirking down at the fifty dollars and pocketing it. 

They all gathered on the grass of the oval that was beside the playground where there was a couple of people playing baseball. Peter was on the playground, swinging on the monkey bars and yelling to Tony- 

"Look at me dad! Look at me- oops!" Peter missed the last monkey bar and fell to the ground, immediately starting to cry. 

Tony quickly stood up, running over to Peter, who wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, allowing him to lift him up. 

A baby chino and marshmallow and several cuddles later, Peter was back on the playground, having fun with his new friends- Georgie and Edie, a pair of twins who were the same age, playing tag. 

It was only a little later that Peter realised something had been following him for quite some time now- a large black blob that copied everything he did. 

"Anyway, she told me that she'd prefer to cook the eggs instead of hide them in strangers houses for them to find three weeks later when they go rotten." Tony was saying, sipping his coffee. Vision was listening attentively, and the others had their own small conversations, except for Clint and Natasha, who were snickering and playing a game of how many stickers they could stick on Steve's back before he noticed. So far, it was three hundred and twenty seven, not an inch of Steve's back visible anymore. He still hadn't noticed. 

"Daddy daddy daddy!" Peter yelled, running over looking rather frightened. 

Tony turned to him, catching Peter as he misevaluated how long it would take to stop and crashed straight into him. 

"What's the matter kiddo?" 

Peter panted for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath from running so far with such short legs. 

"There's a big black thing that keeps following me and- and I don't know what it is!" He told him fearfully, clutching onto Tony's shirt. Tony was sitting on the grass, so he was at the right height for Peter. 

"What does it look like?" 

"It's big, and black, and copies me and- there it is again!" Peter pointed to his shadow, causing the others to laugh slightly. 

"That's your shadow детский паук. (Spider baby)" Natasha told him with a chuckle. Peter frowned. 

"Oh," he said, eyebrows furrowing. "But it looks different!"

"That's because it's late afternoon. The lower the sun is, the longer your shadow is." Bruce explained. He taught Peter all about shadows, Peter sucking all the information in like a vacuum. 

"Cool!" He said excitedly. 

Tony checked the time on his watch. It was growing late, and he knew Pepper was probably wondering where they all were. 

"Time to go kiddo." Tony said, standing up. The others followed suit, and Peter suddenly giggled, eyes on Tony's back. Tony sighed, realising that Clint and Natasha must have moved on from Steve's back and onto his. He wondered exactly how many stickers were there, and his answer was found when he lifted a hand to feel and felt the amount that grew from the centre of his back. 

"Great," he muttered, leading the way to the car, one hand holding Peter's hand to stop him from getting distracted and running off to pet dogs. If he didn't hold Peter's hand, he knew it would take another half hour to leave the park, Peter patting dogs, making friends, listening to a buskers music or saying tearful goodbyes to the many new friends he made then never saw again. 

Peter fell asleep as they drove home, so everyone stayed silent, not wanting to wake him up. 

"He's cute," Clint stated, having been looking at Peter for quite some time (not staring, he insisted. He's not a creep.) he turned back to Tony. 

"I don't know where he got it from, because you're the ugliest thing I've ever seen." 

"Eff you Barton." 

"Ohhhhh! Boiled!" Thor said loudly, making Peter wake slightly, then move in his seat. Everyone quietened until his quiet breathing resumed, then went back to whispered arguments. 

"Thor it's burn! For goodness sake-"