Peter is a secret little. He has been for a couple months now. None of the adults in his life know. Although, he suspects Pepper might. He sees the looks she gives him. It's almost like she can tell when he is about to drop into little space. She gives him these looks during movie night. These looks that you would usually give a baby. The looks make him the happiest he has ever been. 

He walks into the penthouse after school, looking for Tony, but instead, he sees Pepper sitting at the bar. "Hi, bud," Pepper greets.

"Hi!" Peter widely grins at his mother figure.

"Can you sit down for a moment? I want to talk to you," Pepper requests.

"Ok, w-will Mr. S- Tony be ok if I talk to you for a little bit?" Peter asks, desperately not wanting to disappoint his mentor. 

"Oh, of course he'll be ok with it, I already spoke to him. I told him I'd be up here when you got here so I could talk to you," Pepper assures. 

"Ok." 

"Pete, are you a little? I'm not going to make fun of you. Promise."

Peter starts crying, "Y-Yes." Pepper takes him into her embrace.

"It's ok, Petey, what headspace are you in?" 

"B-Big."

"Alright, it's alright, can I tell you something?" Peter nods against her chest, "Tony and I are both caretakers. So if you want, we can take care of you."

"Pl-Please. Pl-Please." 

"Ok, baby, Do you want to tell Tony?" Peter nods once a again. 

"Tell Tony what?" Tony walks in the room and startles Peter. 

"Pete, do you want me to tell him or do you want to tell him?" 

"Y-You," Peter whispers. 

"Tonnes, remember that thing that was happening that I went to the doctor for?" Pepper had been producing breastmilk for a month or so, so she went to see her doctor this morning who told her that she isn't pregnant and it's just her body picking up on hormones from a little she's often around is putting out, seeing as she is a caretaker. 

"Yeah, you never told me what it was," Tony walks near and settles on the barstool next to the sobbing little.

"Well, it was just my body picking up on hormones this little guy was putting out," Pepper explains.

"Bambino, you're a little?" Peter nods into Pepper's chest. Tony smiles widely and carefully picks Peter up from Pepper. "That's amazing, Bambino!" Tony blows a raspberry into Peter's neck. He lets out a giggle. "What headspace are you in?" 

"Big."

"Ok, I'll put you down and we'll move to the couch and we can talk about this." 

"You-You won't kick me out, r-right?" Peter asks, white as a ghost. 

"Of course not, baby, we're caretakers. We would never do that," Pepper reassures. 

"If you want, we could be your caretakers," Pepper offers. 

"Really?" 

"Of course. But, only if you want," Tony assures. 

"Yes! Yes, please!" The caretakers smile at their little.

"Ok, baby, come here. Lets talk about this then if you're still in big space, you and I'll go down to the lab," Tony holds his arms out for Peter. 

 "Does May know about this?" Pepper asks, stroking the little's hair.

"No, no, she'd take it all away," Peter pouts. 

"Do you know why?" Tony looks at him. 

"She's a dominant who has to have control over everything."

"Ok, buddy, don't worry, you can go into little space as often as you want around us," Pepper plays with Peter's curls.

"Really?" Peter has a feeling he hasn't had in a long time. Hope. Something Ned says he needs more of. 

Tony smiles down at him, "Of course, sweetheart." Peter knows his hope in this couple, who have been his parental figures for the past few months, was not misplaced so he smiles back. He smiles at his father figure for all the happiness he's had in the pass few months because of him and Pepper. 

"Bud, let's talk about this a little more so we can get everything in order so you can drop into little space," Pepper gently steers the conversation back to the topic. 

"Pete, how old are you when your in your headspace?" 

"Under a year," Peter shyly responds, hoping that the couple wasn't expecting him to be a little older. 

"That's what I thought," Pepper smiles.

"Pep, why did you think that?" Tony curiously asks.

"Because my doctor tested my breastmilk and told me that every little's milk is a little different and my body is picking up on the hormones of a little under age one," Pepper explains.

"That makes sense." 

"Petey-pie, what do you want to call us when you're in headspace?" 

"I-um don't really talk when I'm in headspace," Peter avoids the caretaker's eyes. 

"Right, of course, you don't talk, I'm sorry for asking that," Pepper apologizes.

"It-It's ok," Peter meets her eyes. 

"I have a very awkward question for you, baby," Pepper warns.

"Ok."

"How do you want to get your milk? Do you want me to breastfeed you or either Tony or I give you a bottle?" 

"Can we do both?"

"Of course," Pepper smiles. "We're also going to get you a Hydro flask, because it's important that you drink the milk even when you're not in little space." 

"Why?" 

"Because it'll help you throughout the day, it'll give you the energy to get through the day,"  Pepper explains. 

"Ok."

"No Spider-Man when you drop, ok? I don't want you to get hurt. If you feel as though you might drop while your out on patrol, I want you to come here or go to the apartment," Tony gently but firmly says. Peter nods.

"I already know not to go out, I figured it wouldn't be good and then I'd have to tell you guys." 

"Do you have pacifiers? Do you use diapers?"

"No, but I want to do both of those." 

"Alright, do you want a nursery?" Tony is already planning everything out in his head.

"If it's not a burden." 

"Sweetheart, when will you understand that you're not a burden on us?" Tony asks. 

"I-I don't know...I-I'm sorry," Peter avoids meeting Tony's eye.

"Pete, can Tony and I call you our baby when it's just us? Whenever else we're around people like May and Happy and Rhodey, we'll call you...our kid, is that ok?" 

"Yes, yes!" Peter enthusiastically exclaims. 

"Do you want to drop?" Pepper asks, excited to care for a little in little space for the first time. Peter yawns and nods. He stretches out and curls into Pepper. "Hi, baby," she coos at him.

"Hey, sweetheart," Tony coos. "Pep, do you want to feed him?" 

"Sure," Pepper smiles, "are you hungry, baby?" Pepper coos. Peter smiles at her and makes little cooing sounds at her with a smile on his face. 
"Tony, can you hold him for a second so I can take my shirt off?" 

"Of course." Tony takes the little passed to him. He starts to fuss a little. "It's ok, baby, Mama is just taking her shirt off to feed you." Tony soothes his and Pepper's little. 

"Ok, carefully put him back on my lap," Pepper opens her arms to take her baby in her arms. Tony stands with the little in his arms and carefully puts him in her lap. She gently guides his head to her breast. 

A few minutes later Peter stops feeding so Pepper pulls him away from her chest and carefully passes him to her husband. She pulls her shirt back on as Tony plays with him. Tony coos at Peter as he tickles him.

"Tony, do you want me to take him?" Pepper offers, looking drained. She's never breastfed before and it took more of a toll on her than she expected, but she loved every second of it. She loved getting close time with Peter that she probably wouldn't have had he not told them that he was a little. 

"No, no, you go take a nap, honey, no offence but you look drained," Tony smiles at his wife. 

Pepper smiles back, "Thank you, honey. But, I don't think I could nap when this little one is out here needing his Mama," she coos at her baby. Peter babbles back and reaches out for her. "You want your Mama, don't you, baby?" She gently takes him from Tony. She cradles him in her arms. He gently tugs on her hair. 

"Pep, you sure you don't want to take a nap? You look drained and yet you're still out here, taking care of us," Tony checks. 

"I'm sure, honey, besides, how am I supposed to sleep, knowing this cutie pie is out here? Yeah, that's right, baby, you're too cute. Yes, you are." 

"You're so good with him," Tony admires his beautiful wife and beautiful child. He enjoys watching Pepper cradle their child. 

"Tony, can you order diapers and anything else we might need for our little?" 

"Sure, any particular color for the bottles and pacifiers?" Tony gets up to grab his Starkpad off the table. 

"I think red and blue. Do you like that, baby?" Peter joyfully coos and babbles at Pepper. "I'm going to take that as a yes." 

Tony smiles, "I think I can manage that." Before he sits back down, he reaches his hand out to caress Peter's head. The little leans into his caretaker's hand. "Pep, sit next to me so you can help me pick some of his things out." 

"Alright. Let's get him some onesies too." Pepper sits next to him. 

"You can pick out the onesies." 

"Aww, look at your Daddy, Petey, he's being so sweet today," She carefully moves Peter so he can look at Tony. The little giggles and reaches out to Tony. Tony's heart just about melts when Pepper calls him Peter's Daddy. He never thought that he would ever be referred to as someone's Daddy. Tony places his hand in Peter's and gently gives it a little squeeze. Peter puts his other arm around Tony's neck and tries to pull himself closer to his Daddy. Pepper passes Peter to her husband. The billionaire holds the little close to his chest, letting him listen to the sounds of the Arc.

Peter slowly falls asleep, listening to the whirling. At first he giggled at the blue-white light bathing his skin. Then he puts his head to his chest and Tony lays his hand over it, gently holding Peter's head to his chest.

Both Tony and Pepper are so glad to finally be able to give into their DNA and take care of a little. Neither Tony nor Pepper have ever had a little that they get to love and care for. However, no matter how much Tony never thought he would have a little of his own, he does and he's so glad for it.

Sure, he was a playboy for so many years. He always knew that this would always be his end goal. He's loved Pepper for many more years than he'd care to admit, but it all worked out in the end.

They told May about Peter being a little a couple months after Peter came out to Tony and Pepper. As predicted, she kicked him out. The caretakers instantly took him in. When he struggled in a particular subject they helped him, when he got A's and A+'s they put those on the fridge, when he got a copy of his report card every semester they put that on the fridge as well.

He did get the nursery Tony planned out for him. It was perfect, there was a big comfortable, recliner for Pepper to feed him in, the crib was huge, the walls were painted red and gold, and the room was always filled with love.

Every day when Peter got home from school, they were there to greet him and feed him. Whenever Pepper breastfed him, it was their own bonding time. Everyday when Peter got home, no matter which headspace he was in, Pepper would breastfeed him. The only times she didn't were when she went on mandatory business trips, so Tony bottle fed him.

When he dropped into little space, they always took care of him. No matter what they were doing, they always rushed out of whatever meeting, project, just whatever they were doing, to be there when F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted them that he was showing signs of dropping. He never had to be in little space without them.