(BTW my dudes, I moved the Good and Evil stuff to my other book, so don't try to find it here. I just felt like it was taking up too much room and it was a random block of annoying so byEE.

Recap: Peter hasn't seen Pepper in months and Tony has been dodging the subject. He is supposedly going to see her on Saturday, but he still doesn't know whats wrong...)

Peter swung through the city, humming to himself as he left his school far behind. That Friday had seemed especially long, his anticipation eating away at him. He hadn't realized how much he had missed Pepper until he had noticed her absence. Wow, he was a terrible son/friend/intern/whatever-he-was-to-her. 

His backpack sagged on his shoulders as he came to an abrupt stop on the side of the tower. Whoops, forgot to tell Aunt May I was going to the tower for the weekend...again...I'm sure she won't mind. 

He shrugged it off and shifted his backpack before crawling his way to his special window or - as he liked to call it - the Peter door. He webbed his bag high on the wall without thinking about it and crawled across the ceiling to the kitchen. Predictably, Steve was by the sink, washing off a sparkling plate. Peter smothered a snicker when he noticed the first Avenger humming to himself. Steve swished his hips back and forth as he hummed a tune blissfully and put the dish away. 

"Peter, I know you're there," Steve told him casually, eyes half closed, back facing the arachnid. 

Peter choked in surprise and embarrassment before he dropped to the ground twisting his hands together. "Hehe...was I interrupting something?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at the ceiling after giving Peter his usual kind smile. "Clint. Get out."

"But why though?" Clint's muffled voice complained from somewhere in the wall. Peter whipped his head all over the room for, looking for vents, but saw none. Where was his voice coming from then? The refrigerator? My sources say no, his mental magic 8 ball told him. Wow, thanks for that, self, real helpful.

"Hey, Steve, do you know where Tony is?" Peter caught the super soldier's attention back. Steve shrugged.

"Probably in the lab, if I had to guess."

"Cool, thanks!" Peter tossed his mask aside and strode for the elevator.

"Peter," Steve's doubtful voice came from behind him. "You might want to change first."

The teen glanced down before remembering that he was still in his costume. "Oh yeah...probably."

Steve and Clint chuckled as Peter backtracked to his bedroom to quickly shower and change. He finished in record time in his excitement to find the billionaire and hopefully his fiance. 

In his distracted mood, he didn't notice the cardboard box laying in the hall until he was tripping over it. Of course his powers warned him, but they weren't helpful seeing as he was already stumbling over. His foot ripped into the box as he crashed roughly to the ground, barley catching himself before his jaw hit the tile of the hallway.

He groaned and glanced over at the shredded lid of the cardboard. Mr. Stark is going to kill me for breaking his stu...

The thought trailed to a stop as something rolled out of the box. A blue play block tumbled to a stop when coming in contact with his shoe. It was one of those toys you would find in a daycare for toddlers and, Peter noticed as his gaze traveled slowly to the box, there was obviously a whole set of them.

"Why would Tony Stark need baby toys?" Peter murmured to himself as he crawled over to sneak a peak inside. The whole thing was filled with similar things. Toy cars. Pacifiers. A colorful Iron-Man themed teddy bear. What the heckedy heck?

Peter glanced around, hoping nobody had seen he had noticed. Tony obviously hadn't wanted him to find it. Peter winced, the thought of his father figure not trusting him causing physical pain. The teen tried to discreetly close the broken lid, but only succeeded in spilling more little trinkets out.

"Nope!" He whisper-shouted to the objects and quickly scooped them up. One managed to avoid him long enough to roll into a side room that the arachnid had never been in. 

Peter hesitated, arms filled with toys. He closed his eyes in indecision before once again, making sure nobody was watching him. Then he shouldered his way into the new room and was so astonished with what he found, he didn't even notice the baby toys falling from his limp arms to scatter all over the floor.

Peter hadn't known Tony had a kid. But the room obviously contradicted that fact.

A large crib sat on one side, little Avengers figures floating above the washed white wood. The blanket at the bottom had Iron Man covering it, letting Peter know that Tony hadn't held back with the superhero merchandise. The dresser and play table were similarly themed. A kid's laundry basket was in the process of being put together in the middle of the room.

"What the..." Peter's mouth fell open in confusion.

This is what Tony had been keeping from him? He..He had a freaking kid? A real kid. That was his. 

"What?" Peter whispered and tugged at his hair, like he did when he was stressed.

And Tony hadn't told him? Well, why didn't he want him to know? Maybe he just didn't want any complications when he kicked Peter out-

Voice down the hall cut off his thoughts. 

"Rhodey, I don't know about that..." Fick. It was Tony.

"Tony," Peter could hear him sigh from the room. "He deserves to know. Pepper misses you a lot, but she's missed him too. You can't hope to keep it from him when she gets back tomorrow."

Peter's thoughts flew fast. They were coming down the hall. Towards him. The room he wasn't supposed to be in. He couldn't even digest the full weight of their words in his panic. Hide hide hide, where to hide... His eyes trailed to the ceiling. That'll work.

"Yeah," Tony snorted, huffing under the weight of the last box. "It's kind of hard to miss that."

"That's kind of what happens when..." Rhodey stopped upon seeing the torn box. "Uh, Tony."

Tony rolled his eyes to the heaven, as if he couldn't believe there was more work for him to do. "FRI, what happened?"

The AI didn't hesitate. "Peter tripped, boss."

Tony froze. "The kid wha..."

He dropped the box into Rhodey's arms, causing the soldier to wobble with the abruptly added weight. The billionaire pushed the half open door open to find the room unchanged, aside from the new toys, that had been outside a few minutes ago, scattered over the ground.

"FRI, where did Peter go?" Tony asked softly, afraid of the boy's reaction. He really hoped he was still in the tower at least. He would not let that spider get away without him explaining first.

"He asked me not to tell you, boss."

"FRIDAY, don't make me ask again," Tony growled and turned to glare at her voice box in the ceiling.

Every cell in Peter froze as the billionaire's eyes landed on him. Crap, he is going to be so pissed. Remember the last time you went somewhere you weren't supposed to? he asked himself while his face paled.

But Tony didn't look mad. He looked kind of...sad to see him clinging to the ceiling. Okay, his powers might be weird, but they weren't prone to getting pity looks. Something was up.

"Um...hi Mr. Stark," Peter casually lowered himself to the floor, willing his brain to ignore the small details of the kid's room. "How was your day?"

Tony rolled his eyes at the teen's attempt of casualty. The billionaire swung his arm softly around the shorter's shoulders and steered him out of the room, mostly relieved he hadn't...I dunno, run away? I thought teenagers were prone to running from emotions or some shit like that.

He should have expected better from Peter. This was Peter they were talking about, after all.

He sat the kid on the couch to face him. Peter stared with wide, innocent eyes. Tony resisted the urge to get him some ice cream from the freezer before he broke the news. He didn't really know where to start. In the end he only sighed.

"Just let me explain real qui-"

The elevator dinged, cutting him off. He glanced up tiredly in annoyance, waiting for FRIDAY to announce who is was.

"Boss, Ms. Potts has arrived."

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GUYS I'M ALIVE IT'S OFFICIAL.

I am so sorry. But in my defense, it's not my fault. I can't read fan fiction (thanks for the suggestions everyone) and I can't write on my phone like usual. UGH. Thank you guys so much for sticking with me, you're awesome! ❤️❤️

But here you go. Hope you liked it, I myself have no idea how to feel about this short story. It's a lot different from what I normally write in a lot of different ways, but is it okay?

Actually, you know what...EVERYONE VOTE ON THEIR FAVORITE STORY SO FAR SO THAT I CAN SEE WHICH I DID BEST ON PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

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Once again, apologies from your fav author, (especially since that author note was so freaking long),

- Wanda