Peter stands as still as possible backstage, as Mr. Stark wows the crowd with his, yet again, amazing words.

The man seemed to have a way of making even the weather sound interesting, obviously making sure to include a healthy amount of jokes and jabs throughout. Not wanting the Little's to grow bored, and instead to grab their attention. The giggles he got in response felt amazing.

Peter quickly forgets that last thought. He shouldn't be thinking of other Littles or anything that remotely has anything to do with them.

He's not still hung up on how Mr. Stark interacted with that Little. That was in the past, and he's most certainly not jealous. He knows that will never be him. He doesn't even want something like that.

A nice daddy to hold him tight, or a mommy to kiss and cuddle on the couch with. Nope, not one bit.

Peter's thoughts are, thankfully, interrupted by a sharp pain in his lower stomach. And it isn't until a second wave hits, that he quickly realizes he had been neglecting his bladder.

A very dangerous act when one is hiding a secret as big as Peter's.

Thankfully, the presentation is nearly over and Peter's able to listen to the last seven minutes as his mentor finishes up before walking off the stage to the roar of applause.

"How was that, kid?" Tony asks with a cocky smile. "Oh, what am I saying? It was great!"

"Yeah, great!" Peter gig- laughs as he agrees along with the man. Even if he didn't agree, he would of course never say that out loud.

"Well, I hope you were listening carefully because we're now going to answer some questions." Tony turns Peter and leads him by the shoulder when another wave of desperation has Peter stumbling over his feet. "Easy kid."

"Um... Do you know where the bathroom is?" Peter is mortified that he had to ask. It made him feel younger than he's supposed to be, but he also had no intentions of wandering around and getting lost. Not when his need was as bad as it is.

"Sure do, kid. It's right down this way." Tony turns them down another hallway, away from the waiting crowd. They start heading down the backstage hallway when a voice calls Tony's name from behind. Peter doesn't see the eye roll in his position of being lead by his mentor, but he does take note of the irritation in his voice as he steers them around.

"Ah! Dr. Reed, what a surprise. I thought you weren't scheduled until tomorrow." The shaded-glasses man stated, neglecting Peter.

Dr. Reed chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. "I decided to come and watch your presentation. Very inspiring work you're doing. I was hoping you could expand on how to prevent overheating while..." The rest of the sentence and Tony's response didn't register to Peter, as he focuses on keeping his pants dry.

He must have made a noise or movement because the next thing he knows he's being pushed back in the direction of the exit.

"Come right back when you're done, Underoos." Tony pointed, a little irritated. Nonetheless went straight back into the conversation with the other professor.

Peter takes that as a dismissal and tries not to look back as he leaves out of the doors and turns right in hopes of running into a bathroom soon. It's bad enough that he almost let Mr. Stark walk him all the way there, highly embarrassing.

He's almost glad for Mr. Richards's interruption. But only almost, for part of him felt slightly deflated.

Walking down the unfamiliar corridor, Peter couldn't help but feel a little strange walking by himself. No one seems to be backstage anymore, as Peter hurries down, to what seems, like an endless hallway.

Finally, just as Peter thinks he may not make it in time, he stumbles upon another set of doors. Right outside of them, a big sign indicating the bathrooms. The sigh of relief couldn't sound more relieving from Peter's mouth, and so Peter all but runs in and straight to a stall. Not paying attention to the other men giving him strange looks.

As he sits on the toilet, not thinking too hard about why his underwear is damp. He's soon flushing before heading out to wash his hands.

"Next time, don't wait too long, little one." An older gentleman says in a heavy Russian accent.

"I'm not little," Peter answers automatically before blushing heavily. He knows he must sound very little with just that singular sentence.

The man only laughs kindly before leaving.

Peter takes his time drying his hands, making sure he won't run into the man before leaving himself. He walks a little bit, making a few turns until he decides to stop to look around.

He hadn't been too far from where Mr. Stark had stopped but feels that he should have seen him by now. Backtracking a bit, Peter looks around and tries to remember which way he had come from. After another few minutes, and nothing looking even remotely familiar. Peter begins to panic.

Traitorous tears spring to his eyes immediately, but Peter ignores them and carried on walking. Ten minutes pass, and then stray thoughts plant themselves in the young teen's mind.

What if he gets lost forever?

Is Mr. Stark looking for him?

Would Aunt Maybe sad or relieved that he's gone? He knows Mason would, may even throw a party.

At least she won't have to worry about housing and feeding another person. Maybe she could start a new family with Mason. One without an unwanted burden hanging around.

"Are you lost, little one?" Peter feels a light touch on his shoulder accompanied by a soft voice. He realizes two things as he glanced into the face of a smartly dressed woman oozing caregiver vibes.

One is that his face is damp with tears that have been slowly making their way down his cheeks. And two, the fact he's chewing on his fingernails, just a step away from sucking on them.

Peter doesn't know if it's the panic of being lost forever, thinking of Mason, or the soft voice the woman is using. Meant to soothe a little or a combination of them all. But he reaches his breaking point there and then.

Big, fat tears slide down his face as he releases his first sob before burying his face in his hands. This is just all too overwhelming.

The next thing Peter knew, he was being surrounded by various voices speaking as he sits huddled on the floor.

When had he got down here?

His hands still covered his face as he cried into them. Vision blurred by salty tears until he's suddenly being picked up. Not knowing who the arms belonged to, he instinctively started to wiggle out of whoever's arms he was in.

That is until a very familiar perfume his hit nose, accompanied by a very very familiar voice trying to soothe him.

"It's okay, Peter." The red-haired woman whispered, patting the boy's bum comfortingly. "Did you get lost?" She followed with a question before tutting. "Silly Tony for losing his favorite intern."

"O-only in-tern," Peter hiccups trying to calm down. Suddenly crying, as to him it felt like a perfectly reasonable response to the fright he had gotten in. "Was scared," the little whimpered. Wanting Ms. Potts to know that as well.

The woman hummed and bounced the boy lightly. "You were so brave staying put until one of us found you. Tony is worried sick. Let's go find him." Peter lays complaint in Pepper's arms as she walks. Not believing that the man is worried sick. Betting that Pepper was only saying that to settle his wandering mind.

Making quite a few turns, both lefts, and rights. Peter couldn't help but to think that this mishap wasn't entirely his fault, for all the ground floor corridors look the same.

Enjoying the soothing sways Pepper's pace causes. Peter couldn't stop his eyelids from closing, his breath coming out in short puffs. Signaling to Pepper that the Little is indeed sound asleep.

Sitting up, yawning, and stretching out his arms. Peter is left feeling unsure of how much time had passed. Although, it did comfort him a little when he recognizes his room at the hotel.

Getting out of bed seemed to become much more difficult than it should have been, as Peter's limbs didn't seem to want to follow his command. After a few minutes of untangling himself from the sheets and climbing over the wall of pillows, that strangely line each side of the bed. The teen makes his way out of the room.

And it's then, he can hear voices coming from the living room.

"This is your fault," Pepper seethes as Peter peaks around the corner. Of course not yet been found.

Right now, Pepper couldn't believe the emotions that are going through her mind right now. Gosh, she's still wound up over discovering Peter all alone in the corridor. After searching all the bathrooms there was on the ground floor, only to have the restrooms all up empty.

It was enough to give her a heart attack, it scared her that much. And after witnessing what she had, and at how careless Tony had been. She sure had a lot to say.

She isn't going to let Tony have it his way this time, not even for a single second.