Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

"Hey kid, how's homeschooling?" Peter looks up at the familiar rough hand that's ruffling his comb back curls.
He is now homeschooled, for now at least. Not until he's clear off the tests from his therapist. Tony and Pepper filed an indefinite leave of absense for him. Ned and MJ do visit him especially after they've been informed about the incident.

"Good." Peter says to Clint as he scribbles on his notebook.

"What's wrong, spidey?" Clint frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. Peter just shrug, his pencil stops mid air as he turns to Steve Rogers who went in his room as well.

"Tony had to take Pepper for checkup. The baby.. is coming any day now." Steve said and Clint sighs.

"You didn't go with them?" Clint ask and Peter shakes his head.

"Why? You don't want to meet your little sister yet?" Peter looks up at Clint as he leans down to squeeze his shoulder. Peter shrugs his hand off and he stand up.

"Hey there, Pete. Why don't we train a bit?" Steve stops him when he's about to run out of his own room. Peter sighs looking up at Steve and then back at Clint.

"I need some stretching too." Clint shakes the feeling that crept up his spine. He knows Peter is still closed off. He doesn't talk much to them. For now the people he only ever talks to are Tony, Pepper and now Natasha. While them on the other hand..

"What do you think, kid?" Clint ask and Peter looks down, nodding a bit.

He grabs his backpack taking his web shooters out and putting them on. Now he's rummaging for another thing..

"Kid, maybe you should bring your-" Steve was cut off when Peter shows us his plastic inhaler he just fished in his bag.

"Alright lets go?" Clint said clapping his hand ones.
 
 

"You should focus your weight! You're supposed to have great balance? Move!" Steve aims a punch and Peter flips back and was met by hawk eye's flying kick which he dodge with his arms. Making him fall back. Quickly flipping back to his feet. He shoots out some web on the ceiling and swings, kicking hawk eye out of balance and trying to do the same with Steve but Steve caught his leg and pulled him off the ceiling.

"Maybe you should make a much more stronger webbing kid! Something that I can't rip off in one pull!" Steve threw him away but he turns mid air, landing smoothly in his iconic spiderman pose.

"Alright, ow. I'm getting old for this. This is unfair. I can't use my arrows." Clint said making Steve smirk, propping a and over his hip.

"I don't have my shield either."

"Sure, like you don't have super strength either." Clint rolls his eyes and Peter stands up, brushing his shirt.
The kid didn't even break a sweat.

"Let's test your strength kid. Wanna run?" Steve asks, not breaking a sweat either. Peter shrugs and Clint place a hand over his shoulder.

"What does that shrug mean kid?" He asks and Peter met his eyes.

"Alright.." Peter said smiling a bit.

"T-Thank you Uncle Clint, Uncle Steve.." Peter said and Clint pulls him in a hug.

"Anytime, squirt."

"Do you finally want to talk about it? It's just us, Peter." Steve said as they ditch the treadmill and they sat down the mat. Peter leaning on Clint as the man have his arm secured around the kid, rubbing his arm.
 
"I want to go back being Spiderman." He says and his two uncles breath got caught in their throats.

"Well.. kid. You know why you still can't do that right?" Clint said rubbing his hair this time. Peter nods.

"I know. Everyone is afraid that I'll do something stupid and kill my self again."

"Peter! You know it's not.." Steve stop mid sentence when he saw the look in Peter's misty brown eyes staring back at him.

"Fine.." Steve sighs. "You are partly right but you're not stupid. In fact you're way too smart for your own good. Just like Tony."

"So much like Tony.." Clint adds, smiling down at the mini version of Tony. Peter spends so much time with Tony that the two of them are starting to look so much alike.

"We are not taking Spiderman away from you, squirt. It's just that.. we're all worried. You can't take that away from us. We all love you here kiddie." Kiddie.. Tony's nick name for him that everyone started to copy unknowingly.
 
"If you really want to go.. we can come with you."

"You mean like a chaperone?" Peter rolls his eyes making his uncles laugh out.

"Just to ease our worries and keep Tony's insanity at bay." Steve interjected.

"Ton.. I mean Dad.." The two didn't miss the way Peter almost call his Dad by his name which he unconciously do when he's closing off.

"Dad.. worries a lot." Peter clench his right hand, his finger nails visibly scraping over his skin, which made Clint reach out to take his hand, forcing him to open it and hold his hand instead.

"Listen, Pete. He's your Dad. That's his job. Plus we're talking about Tony here." He said trying to lighten the mood but Steve did notice Peter is avoiding eye contact.

"Kid, look here." Steve moves, sitting right in front of Peter. Lifting his chin so the kid can finally look at him.

"What's wrong?" He asks.
 
"T..Tony.. worries a lot. About me. But then he also have Pepper and the baby to worry about first. I can't be the first one he worries about when Pepper is almost giving birth any day a-and I can't, I can't get my stupid head to work properly. I kept waking him up every night because of my shitty nightmares and I can't make it stop!" Steve was gonna comment on the language but he's much more surprised at how Peter just address his Mom and Dad by their names.

A clear sign.. and it was made obvious at Peter's next words.

"M-Maybe.. they should have just let me go.. it'll make everything much more easier and you all can stop worrying about me." Peter's red eyes finally releases the tears he's holding back. He wipes his eyes and hiccups as he holds back his sobs.

"I.. I don't want to hold everyone back. I'm making everything worst and I'm not even getting better!" Clint pulls the kid in his arms and hush his cries. Thankfully the kid allowed him and even hug back. Which is a first. When he's having a melt down, he's always pushing everyone away.

"I don't know what to do.. I just want to be okay.."

"You will be, kid." Clint rubs his back and Peter suck in his sobs wanting to stop them but he only ends up coughing.

"Steve." Clint calls out and Steve quickly grab the small plastic on the bench near them and handed it to Peter. Who takes one pump, as he cling onto Clint's rough shirt.

"You good, kid?" Steve ask and Peter shakes his head.

"I want.. Tony.." he shakes his head again and he sobs loudly, burrying his face against the crook of Clints neck.

"I want my Dad.." gripping Clint's shirt that feels stiff against his sweaty palms.
"Shh.. Friday, call Tony!" Clint calls out.

"Mr. Stark is already on his way." Friday says and Steve sighs, rubbing the kid's back.

"You'll be fine kid. Soon.. soon enough. Everything will be okay. Eventually." Steve said sharing a knowing look with Clint who rubs his cheek against the mop of curls, treading his fingers in the boy's hair. His Paternal instinct kicking in.

"You're a strong, kid. You're not alone, Pete. We're all here. Just hold on tight, okay? Don't ever let go. Not again." Peter sniffles, hiccuping but even with all of that Clint felt the small nod against his neck.

"Good. We got ya, Squirt." Steve rubs a shaky hand over his face, shaking his head.
 
 
 
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"Hey, Petey.. G'morning." Tony's smiling face was the first thing Peter saw after a dreamless 10 hour sleep. Tony's eyebags were darker but even with that, Tony looks energetic. Even if it's 5 in the morning.

Tony let him sleep, knowing his son needed it. Peter is as sleep deprived as he is. 

But Pepper cannot wait any longer.
 
Nor the baby..
 
"T.. Tony.."

"Guess again, kiddie." Tony frowns, threading his fingers in Peter's head.

"Dad.." Peter quickly sit up and Tony was already pulling him in his arms.

"Gotcha.." Tony squeeze him in a bear hug and Peter sighs.

"H-How's Mom?" Peter said, voice muffled against Tony's shoulder.

"She's doing good. But she has to stay in the hospital. I just went back to get you, bambino. Pepper's almost there. The baby is coming. The doctor estimated that she'll be in labor from tonight to later today." Peter stiffens and Tony quickly rub his back.

"Shh.. I know. I know, Pete. I know. Calm down. Clint and Steve told me. I got you. Right here." Tony squeeze him again, rocking a bit.

"You good? Ready to meet your little sister?" Peter sighs, nodding.

"Better?" Peter nods again.

"Can we.. fly?"

"In my suit? No way I'm letting you in one, kid." Tony scoffs and peter whines.

"I'll carry you." Peter whines again and pouts making Tony laugh out.

"Okay, just this once." Peter grins launching himself back in his father's arms.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Anything for you, son. Love you, Pete."

"Love you too.. Dad.."