A/N: 

Me: *screaming loudly*

Steve: what? What happened? 

Me: I'VE GOT 1K READS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peter: is- is she okay? 

Me: *squealing, jumping up and down, clapping hands*

Loki: *grinning, twirling dagger* can I stab her? 

Peter: what? No, Mr Loki we talked about this! 

Loki: but she's so annoying! I mean, look at her!

Me: *running in circles in the distance, screaming, hugging ipad to chest, Ironman chasing me* 

Me: I got 1K reads! Oh my freaking god I needa tell tahlia! She said by monday, but it's freaking friday what the hell-

Bucky: who's tahlia?

Peter: *gasppppp* her friend you- rude person. 

Me: *taking deep breaths, panting* okay, okay... I'm okay now. Without further ado, here is today's chapter! 

Bucky, whispering: who's she talking to? 

Peter: *gasp* the readers you imbecile! 

Peter hurried after his father, using his puppy dog eyes to the best of his ability. 

"Please dad, I don't need a babysitter! I'm fifteen now, and I know how to cook, I can make my own meals, I'll go to bed on time-"

"Peter, you're a reckless teenager who thinks he needs to save the world constantly. You have your crusts cut off on your sandwiches, and have someone tuck you in every night. I'm getting you a babysitter, whether you like it or not." Tony told him sternly, and Peter realised he wouldn't look at Peter's face, probably to avoid the curse of the puppy dog eyes. 

"But dadddddddddd-" 

"Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, it's just one day." Tony told him, pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel the front of his shirt dampening and realised Peter was crying, especially when he heard sniffling. Tony hugged him tighter, kissing Peter's forehead. 

"I'll leave you with Steve, he's good at hugs isn't he?" 

"Yeah but they're more mum hugs, yours are dad hugs." Peter sniffled, hugging Tony so tight he almost broke a rib, not that he told Peter that. 

"What's the difference?" Tony asked, amused. 

"Dad hugs include pats on the back, mum hugs are engulfing your entire body and holding your head into your chest like a baby." 

Tony snorted. "Steve really is your mother, isn't he?" 

Peter nodded into his shirt. 

"Well Uncle Clint's a dad, I'm sure he'd give you dad hugs if you asked, he'll be there too. It's just one night, how bout I leave your IronMan blanket with you like last time?" 

Peter nodded again. 

"Why'd you want to be left by yourself anyway? One second you were wanting to be by yourself, and now you're complaining about hugs. Wouldn't hugs be better than no hugs?" 

Peter mumbled something into Tony's chest that he didn't quite catch. 

"Sorry, what was that? I don't like the mumbling remember?"

"...I wanted to sneak into your room and sleep on your bed." Peter said slightly louder, and Tony laughed. 

"You can sleep in your bed if you're gonna miss me that much, but it's just one day, I'm sure you'll be fine." Tony said, the pair pulling out of the hug. "Now let's go, Pepper'll kill me if I'm late."  

***

"Make sure he doesn't eat any sugar, and that he's in bed before 1am, Steve'll do that anyway... he might be a bit upset about me leaving, but he really likes hugs, and apparently needs 'dad hugs'. If he's really upset, running your hands through his hair calms him down really easily. He has his crusts cut off on his sandwiches, and his favourite dinner is lasagne. If he has a sensory overload tell Friday and she'll initiate the protocol. Just don't touch him when that happens, and be as quiet as possible. He'll grab your hand if he needs it. He-"

"Tony calm down, it's one night, he's a good kid and it'll be fine, don't worry." Clint cut him off, reassuring him. 

Tony took a deep breath, nodding. "You're right, you're absolutely right, I need to go- sh!t I'm gonna be late." 

He ran over to where Peter was sitting on the lounge room couch, brown eyes big and staring up at them innocently. 

"I'm going now Pete, okay?" He said, and Peter's bottom lip trembled as he went in for a hug. "I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" 

Peter nodded into his chest, tears dripping down his nose as they let go. Steve immediately wrapped an arm around him, letting Peter cry into him, one hand on Peter's head in the 'Mum hug' as Peter described it. 

"Bye Peter! Bye Clint, Steve, Bucky. Remember my rules! Call me if anything goes wrong!" Tony called as he entered the elevator. 

Peter didn't answer, for he was sniffling into Steve's chest, but Clint, Steve and Bucky answered for him. 

Two minutes later, Clint was giving Peter a 'dad hug', while Peter was wrapped burrito style in his IronMan blanket, watching Star Wars. 

Steve and Bucky were making dinner, a simple nacho meal since lasagne would take too long to make and Tony had mentioned that Peter has to eat by 6pm, otherwise he got grumpy. 

"Here you go Pete," Bucky said, handing Peter his bowl of nachos. Peter sat up accepting the bowl with a quiet thank you. 

Bucky frowned as he sat down, knowing Peter would be quoting that guacomole vine by now, but he was instead eating his food quietly. 

"It's alright Peter, Tony'll be back in no time." 

"I know," Peter sighed, fiddling with his fork. "I just lost May, and... I don't wanna lose Dad too." He said, a tear slipping down his face. Bucky's heart panged, and Clint pulled Peter closer to him. 

"You're not going to loose your dad, I promise you that Peter. You'll never lose him." Clint told him. 

Peter sniffed, wiping away a tear but smiling nonetheless. Steve walked up behind the couch and hugged him from behind, and Bucky put his plate down, joining in on the group hug as well. 

After dinner, when Bucky had replaced Clint on the Couch of Cuddles, Clint went to the freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream. 

"Clint Tony said no ice cream!" Steve scolded. 

Clint waved him off. "It'll be fine Steve, what's the worst that could happen?"

***

"What the actual f!ck Clint!" Bucky screamed, ducking as a printer came out of nowhere. 

Steve's voice was heard in the distance. "Why the f!ck would I say printer?!" 

"Language!" Clint reminded him. 

"Clinton Elizabeth Barton you have no rights to tell me off you're the one who gave Peter sugar!" Steve yelled, looking at the chaos of the room. There was footprints on the ceiling, and the coffee table was in the kitchen, with coffee spilled all over it. The couch had fallen over, and the blankets were hanging from the fan. 

There was spider webs coating several surfaces, and the smashed printer had put broken pieces everywhere. 

Steve was by the lounge, trying to stop Peter from being stupid. 

"Peter put that washing detergent down- yes now, no don't eat it- Peter, Peter, peTER! Spit it out, spit it out, don't eat more- ugh, Bucky help me here!" 

"Clint do something!"

"Me? Why me?" Clint asked, covering his ears as Peter started blasting music, loudly. 

"You're the bloody idiot who gave him sugar!" Bucky screamed. 

"Okay okay! Um- Nat! I'll call Nat!" He fumbled for his phone, quickly tapping Natasha's contact. 

He watched frantically, hoping Natasha would answer the call. 

Natasha's face appeared on the screen as she accepted the call, looking rather annoyed. 

"Clint, I'm in the middle of a mission, what do you want?" She said, and Clint could see the background behind her moving. 

"I uh, accidentally gave Peter sugar and-"

"You idiot. Get someone strong to wrap their arms around him and lay on the ground with him, maybe run your hands through his hair, he'll be asleep in ten minutes." Natasha said, rolling her eyes and putting the phone down. He could see her kicking someone in the distance, and the phone jolted slightly. 

"Did they give Peter sugar?" Wanda asked in the background, appearing at Natasha's side. She looked down at Clint through the phone and laughed, probably seeing the chaotic background.

"Clint! Hurry up!" Steve yelled, making Wanda laugh again. 

"Alright alright! I've gotta go Nat, Wanda, thanks for the advice!" 

The girls waved, giggling, and ended the call. 

"You need to wrap your arms around him and lay on the floor and run your hands through his hair!" Clint told them. 

Steve ran over to where Peter was currently laughing like a drunk person, his feet planted firmly on the ceiling, spinning a pillow around by one of his webs. He dived on him and the two tumbled down to the ground, Steve with his arms wrapped firmly around Peter, making him unable to move any longer. 

"Mummmmm!" Peter wined, struggling slightly. 

"Shhhh..." Steve replied, running his fingers through Peter's hair. It was hilarious to watch as Peter's eyes immediately started to drift close, then he'd open them again in attempts to stay awake. 

As Natasha had predicted, Peter was fast asleep within ten minutes, curled into Steve's chest, IronMan blanket thrown over him. 

Everyone let out the breath they hadn't realised they were holding in, Steve not trusting himself to move. 

Bucky squatted beside Peter. "How do we move him?" He whispered quietly. 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, thinking on how to move the sleeping Peter without waking him. 

"Bucky, come over here and take my spot, very carefully." They carefully swapped spots, knowing Peter would wake up the moment there wasn't human contact beside him, something he often did when Tony was away. 

Once Bucky had taken his spot, Steve carefully picked Peter up and started carrying him to his bedroom, where he laid him down again, lying beside him. 

Clint was starting to clean up the mess, and Bucky went to join Steve, laying on Peter's other side. 

***

When Tony got home the next morning, he was surprised to find the tower was still standing. It was also clean, Tony noticed, and extremely... vacant. 

He found Clint asleep on the couch, snoring, the vacuum on the floor beside him. Steve, Bucky and Peter were asleep on Peter's bed, Peter curled up into Steve's chest like a baby. 

Awing quietly, Tony snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat, going back into the kitchen to order an Uber eats, ordering breakfast for the exhausted four. 

Something told him that things hadn't gone exactly how he thought they did, but as long as everyone was in one piece and the tower was both clean and undamaged, maybe he didn't need to know. 

Nat: 

<Aww, nobody would know he had a sugar rush last night by the way they look when they're asleep. 

Anger flared through Tony's body. Maybe he did need to know. 

TinCan: 

<He had a sugar rush!?

Nat: 

<Oops, wasn't supposed to tell, silly me. (Sarcastic)

TinCan: 

<Which one was it?!

Nat: 

<Clint

TinCan: 

<I'm going to kill him! 

Nat: 

< :D

TheGoodWitchFromTheWizardOfOz: 

<Nat is this about when he ate your dark chocolate last week

Nat: 

<Nobody touches my chocolate. Nobody. 

SpiderBaby: 

<Dad was serious about killing Clint btw

<what a great way to wake up

SpiderBaby has attached a video:

TheGoodWitchFromTheWizardOfOz: 

<lol

SpiderBaby:

<hey look waffles

< :D