A/N yes, this is another young Peter chapter, my friends have been bugging me to write it so *shrugs* also if anyone has requested I haven't forgotten you I just need a little time to think of plots, that's all. Happy reading! 

Peter, who was three, waddled around the communal floor, looking for his father, Tony Stark. 

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" He called. "Dada?" He walked over to where Natasha was arguing with Clint over something. "Where's daddy?" He asked her, eyes adorably big as he lifted his hands up in a 'I don't know' sign. 

"He's gone shopping." Natasha told him. 

"Why's he gone shopping?" 

"Because he needs to get something." 

"What does he need get?"

Natasha laughed and tapped his nose with one of her fingers. "I can't tell you that mister!" She wrapped her arms around him and tickled his sides, causing Peter to squirm and giggle. 

When she eventually stopped, Peter managed to talk again. "Why can't you tell me?" He asked, still giggling slightly and out of breath. 

"Because it's against the rules."

Peter pouted. "Can't you secretly tell me?" He whispered. 

Natasha appeared to think about it for a bit, tapping her chin and raising her eyes to the ceiling. 

"Alright, come here." 

Peter's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he leant closer, Natasha holding up a hand to cup the noise between them, whispering something in his ear.

"It's a secret!" Natasha whispered into his ear, causing Peter to frown at her. 

"You're mean!" Peter told her, folding his arms- or rather, holding one over the top of the other. 

"You'll find out later." Natasha replied ruffling his soft brown curls. 

"But I wanna find out now!" Peter stomped one of his tiny feet on the ground, causing the little lights on the ends to light up and flash. It seemed he wasn't in the mood to stop whatever he was doing and stare, like normal, for he glared saltily at Natasha, then turned to Clint, who was watching the whole thing in amusement. 

"Uncle Clint, can you pleaseeeeeeee tell me what daddy's buying?" 

Clint laughed. "Sorry kiddo, just wait until he get's home, then you can ask him yourself." 

Peter walked closer to Clint and enclosed his small fist around the end of his shorts. "What if you secretly," Peter tried winking at him but instead blinked both eyes. "-told me." He whispered, though it was really loud enough to be heard from the other side of the room. 

Clint just laughed. "Nice try; maybe Uncle Thor will tell you." 

Eyes lighting up, Peter ran as fast as his tiny legs would carry him to where he knew Thor was- the training room, training with Uncle Steve, Uncle Bucky, and whoever else felt the need to show off their muscles. 

Peter jumped to grab the door handle and tugged it down, stumbling into the training room clumsily. 

Thor was sparring with Steve, hitting his hammer against Steve's shield. The others were watching, awaiting their turn. 

"Uncle Thor Uncle Thor!" Peter yelled, oblivious to the fact he could get very hurt if he got in the way. Steve and Thor immediately stopped, and Thor put down his hammer, kneeling down to get to a similar height to Peter. 

"What is it son of Stark?" He boomed, allowing Peter to wrap his arms around his neck. He lifted Peter easily, and Peter immediately got distracted by his hair, playing with a little plait that Wanda had done in it. 

"Peter, didn't you need to ask him something?" Steve asked, smiling amusedly. 

"Oh yeah!" Peter leant closer to Thor's ear. "Can you tell me what daddy is going to buy?" 

Thor laughed loudly. "I'm sorry young Peter, your father did not trust me with such information, he said I'd tell you." 

Peter frowned. "Why doesn't anyone want me to know?" 

"It's meant to be a surprise." Bucky told him, grinning. 

"Well I don't want it to be a surprise. I wanna know!" Peter whined. "Can you tell me? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Uncle Bucky?" 

"Sorry Peter, no."

"Not even secretly?" Peter whispered, leaning out of Thor's arms and closer to Bucky, who took him from Thor's arms. 

"Not even secretly." Bucky confirmed. 

Peter turned and looked at Steve hopefully. 

"No Peter." 

Peter pouted and wriggled in Bucky's arms until he put him down, running over to where Sam stood, leaning against the wall. 

"Can you please tell me what daddy's getting?" Peter asked, poking out his bottom lip, widening his eyes in an attempt to convince him. 

"Sorry Pete, you'll just have to wait until he gets back." 

Peter turned away and ran out of the room, then paused in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. 

"You guys are all really mean!" He told them saltily, then did his best to slam the door after himself. 

Peter looked at his old teddy bear- already missing an eye, replaced with a button- as he stood in the elevator. 

"We'll find out what daddy's buying," he told it. "Everyone's just being really mean. Maybe Auntie Wanda and Uncle Vision will tell me." 

Auntie Wanda, did not, in fact tell him. She instead gave him a lolly that she had been putting on her gingerbread house. Peter ate it, then asked her if she would tell him what his dad was getting again. 

Chuckling, Wanda handed him another lolly. "I can't just keep giving you lollies every time you ask that question Peter." She told him as he opened his mouth again, eyeing the bowl of lollies. Peter pouted, immediately deflating. 

"Here, you can help me." Wanda told him, lifting him onto a nearby chair so he could see. He had previously been on his tippee toes, his eyes just peering over the top of the table, his fingertips white from holding himself up. 

Wanda handed him the piping bag of icing and helped him draw rood tiles on the top of the gingerbread house. Once he was done, Peter put some icing on his finger and ate it, watching warily as Wanda turned her back. 

When she wasn't looking, Peter quickly grabbed a handful of two of the bowls of lollies and shoved them into his mouth, trying to look innocent when she came back, oblivious to his chipmunk cheeks. 

"Hey! Where did all the lollies go? I swear I had more before..." Wanda said, pretending to not see Peter chew furiously. 

"I don't know, maybe it was Uncle Clint." Peter told her through a mouthful of sticky lollies. Clint was nowhere in sight, so it was incredibly obvious it wasn't him. 

That was, until he crawled out from behind the couch. "Dammit Peter! I almost got away with it." 

Giggling, Wanda shook her head. "You can lick the bowl Peter, there's still some icing left." 

Peter immediately brightened, scrambling down from the chair and raising an arm into the sink, digging around blindly until he hit the jackpot- the icing bowl. 

It took several minutes for Peter to finish the bowl of leftover icing, scraping it out with his fingers then sucking them. 

Once he was finished, he was about to run away to ask Vision to tell him what his dad was going to get but Wanda made him wash his sticky hands. 

Once his hands were clean, Peter ran to where Vision was reading a book by the window as fast as he could. 

He didn't manage to stop in time and bumped right into Vision, stumbling backwards. 

Shaking his head, Peter went back to the task at hand. "Uncle Visionnnnnnnnn!" He said, pulling on Vision's long pants with his little fists. 

"Yes Peter?" Vision asked. 

"What-What-What is daddy buying?" 

"Sorry Peter, it's a surprise." 

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Peter whined, tugging harder. 

"No Peter." 

"But-But-But Uncle Vision!" 

*****

"Please tell me!" Peter said, arms and legs wrapped around Vision's leg. Vision hobbled into the lounge, where Natasha and Clint were sitting again, and near the kitchen where Wanda was adding the finishing touches to her gingerbread house. 

"Please help me!" Vision sighed, dragging his foot across the ground, Peter still clutching to it and whining, desperate to know what his dad was out buying. He was a stubborn boy, and knowing people were keeping secrets from him didn't make him happy. 

"Peter if you stop asking and let go of Uncle Vision's leg, you can watch Tigger and I'll give you popcorn." Clint told him, not looking up from his phone. 

Peter had let go of Vision's leg faster than the speed of light, running over to the couch. 

"Can I? Please?" He asked excitedly, clambering onto the couch by grabbing the couch cushions and using them as a rope to pull himself up. 

"Yep. Friday, put The Tigger Movie on." 

Friday put the movie on, and soon Peter was excitedly watching the movie, mouth open, with a small plastic bowl of popcorn in front of him. 

He had almost finished the movie when the ding of the elevator was heard, and Peter sat up, turning around to see his father walking in with a large cardboard box. Steve, Bucky, Sam and Thor we're behind him, all sweaty and exhausted. 

"Daddy!" Peter yelled excitedly, Friday pausing his movie for him. Tony grinned at him, puttingthe box onto the table. 

"Hey kiddo. Uncle Steve said you've been wondering where I was gone." He said, kneeling down to accept the tight hug Peter had in store for him, his tiny arms wrapping tightly around his neck and shoulders.

"What did you buy daddy?" Peter asked, going on his tippee toes once again, his brown eyes filled with curiousity as he peered up at the box, which seemed to have noises coming out of it. 

"I bought you a birthday present."

"A birthday present?" 

"Yep, it's your birthday tomorrow, but you can open your present now if you'd like." 

Peter's eyes widened and he grinned excitedly, showing off his small, white baby teeth. He nodded quickly, causing Tony to chuckle and carefully pick up the box again. 

"Go to the couch underoos, I'm on my way." 

"Okay dad!" Peter yelled excitedly, running into the lounge, Tony not too far behind. Tony put the box onto the coffee table and pulled out his phone, videoing the whole thing. 

"Open it up Peter." He said, looking like a proud father, his camera trained on Peter. 

Peter grinned, his small fingers dipping beneath the flap of cardboard and lifting it open, the sound growing louder as he opened it. 

There, inside the box, was a tiny, adorable kitten. 

Peter gasped, small hands lifting it up under the stomach and holding it to his chest. 

"What is it Peter?" Tony asked, smiling, the camera still on Peter. Pepper, who had come in when she heard the commotion, was taking photos. 

"It's a baby!" Peter whispered. "Daddy you didn't tell me you were pregnatt!" 

Everyone in the room snorted loudly, and Steve and Sam were leaning on each other, wheezing with laughter, slapping their thighs (or chest, in Steve's case). 

"Peter, it isn't a baby, it's a kitten." Tony said, phone still on. 

"But-but- Sarah got one and she said it was a baby! And you said babies are grown in tummies and-and it's called being pregnatt!" 

Pepper pressed her lips together to stop herself from laughing out loud. 

"It is a baby Peter, it's a baby cat, not a baby human. That means it was grown in a mummy cat's tummy." Natasha explained, for everyone else was too busy laughing or trying not to laugh to answer, except for Tony, who was looking conflicted with his thoughts; unsure whether to laugh or be offended. 

"Oh," Peter said, petting his kitten. 

"What are you going to name your kitten Peter?" Pepper asked, when everyone had finished laughing. 

Peter's mind wandered back to the word Natasha had called Clint, about two days before, when they were yelling about something Peter didn't understand; though he did remember something about a banana and a game called Malari Cart- well, at least that's what he thought it was anyway. 

"I'm gonna name it B*tch." Peter decided. Tony choked on his spit, Steve gasped, and Natasha and Clint went slightly pink. Everyone else giggled slightly, and Pepper grimaced ever so slightly. 

"You can't name it that Peter, that's a grown up word, okay? Don't say that word." Steve told him.

Peter pouted slightly. "Why not?" 

"It's a bad word. Don't say it, okay?" 

"Okay," Peter sighed sadly. He decided to think of a new name, and thought of another name that Natasha had called Clint one time. He specifically remembered the words;

"Child of Satan!" Being said, and thought it sounded like a pretty name. 

"I wanna name it Satan." Peter told them, hugging the meowing kitten closer to him. Tony smirked, moving the camera to catch Steve's reaction. 

"Sound's good," Tony told him, sending a wicked grin in Steve's direction. Steve was the only known religious person in the group, but he didn't say anything, tensing his jaw. 

(Picture of Satan the Cat)

Satan the cat was well loved in the tower, especially Peter, who would pet the cat often and tried to dress him up. 

Bruce couldn't count the amount of times Peter had come to him, crying his heart out because Satan had gotten fed up with the amount of pats, kisses, and dress up games Peter had done to him, sometimes with a small nip on his hand and sometimes with a small scratch, though rarely with a big scratch that bled. 

Steve was the only one who didn't seem to like Satan, but Satan seemed to love Steve. Whenever Steve sat down, Satan would come and sit on his lap and purr. Every time Steve woke up (despite specifically closing his door before he went to bed) he would find Satan curled up at the end of his bed, though sometimes on the pillow beside his head, or on his chest rubbing his face against his face, asking for pats at 2am. One time he even caught Steve a bird, but it was still alive at the time he brought it into his room for him, and put feathers everywhere. Eventually Satan tamed it, sitting behind it proudly, the heart sitting beside the bird. 

So Steve wasn't the biggest fan of Satan, but hopefully, he would get over it, because if they ever got rid of Satan everyone was sure Peter would never forgive them, and they were sure all hell would break loose.