Tony

Me, Bruce, Natasha and Thor were in the medbay with the kid. We didn't have any clothes for him. So he was still wearing Thor's cape. However neither he or Thor seemed to mind. The others were checking the scan. I was just standing beside the kid.

-Got it, Bruce said which caught my attention.

-What? I asked.

-Apparently HYDRA was trying to create super soldiers. They had a bunch of different test subjects to try out.

-But he was the only one there, Nat said and nodded in the kid's direction.

-Because he was the only one who succeeded. The failures are all dead.

-How many? Thor asked.

-106. All children under the age of 10.

My blood ran cold. HYDRA was trying to create super soldiers through innocent kids. I looked over at the kid. How could anyone ever hurt him? I knelt down in front of him and tried to make eye contact.

-Hey.....We don't know exactly what happened to you, but I promise you all of that is in the past. You will not be in danger here. Okay? I said.

The kid slowly looked up and made eye contact with me. He stared at me for a while before he nodded.

-Do you have a name? Nat asked carefully and knelt down beside me.

-Th-they u-used to c-call me s-subject SM-42, the kid stuttered.

-Do you want us to call you that? I asked.

The kid shook his head.

-Alright. What do you want us to call you?

-P-Peter

-Okay. It's nice to meet you Peter, I said and carefully reached out my hand towards him.

Peter stared at my hand for a moment. Then his hand slowly reached out from under the cape and we shook hands.

-Y-you too 'ony, he said shyly.

I smiled and in the corner of my eye I could see Nat smirking at me.

-How old are you Peter? Nat asked.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. It hurt. Of course HYDRA doesn't celebrate birthdays. So I looked back at Bruce for and answer.

-He turned three a few months ago, Bruce answered.

Peter seemed to count on his fingers. When he had count to three he held his hand up showing four at me and Nat. Wow he can already count. Is that normal for a three-year-old?

-Yeah that's right. You're three, I smiled.

Peter blushed and put his hand back under the cape. Then we just sat there for a moment. No words were spoken. After a while Natasha sighed.

-I think we all got attachment issues, she said.

-I agree with lady Natasha, Thor said

-I don't know what you're talking about, I said not taking my eyes off Peter.

I then heard a small growl from Peter's stomach. Peter hugged his stomach tightly as it seemed to hurt.

-Bruce please tell me you're done, I said.

-Yeah, he answered and I sighed relieved.

-Hey Peter how about we get you something to eat? I asked.

Peter nodded.

-Alright. We're gonna have to go to the kitchen. Do you want me to carry you or do you wanna walk on your own? I asked.

Peter didn't answer. Instead he just jumped out of bed and looked up at me.

-Alright. Do you wanna hold my hand?

Peter nodded and reached out his tiny arm and hand through the cape. I grabbed his hand and we slowly started walking towards the kitchen. Every now and then I looked down on Peter just to make sure he was okay. He was. Peter kept his eyes locked on whatever was in front of us. Soon we reached the kitchen where Wanda was preparing a sandwich. Her eyes caught us entering the kitchen and she stopped her movements.

-Peter's hungry, I said before she could ask.

She nodded understanding. I helped Peter up on a chair. Since it wasn't meant for a three-year-old the chair didn't have anything to lean back on. So to stop Peter from potentially falling backwards or sideways I called in mark. 43. Peter at first seemed frightened. But he calmed down as I said it was okay.

-So do you want anything in particular underoos, I said since he didn't have underwear.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. Yeah, HYDRA probably doesn't feed you your favorite food. And I can't really cook.....

-Hey Wanda um.....do you think you could maybe....?

-Yeah. What do you say about pancakes little cinnamon roll? Wanda asked Peter.

Peter slowly nodded. By the look on his face I doubt he even knew what a pancake was. Wanda however didn't waste any time. Instead she lifted up he sandwich in the air and took out everything she needed with her red magic. Peter watched everything with big impressed eyes. Wanda continued making pancakes for Peter. All I did was to fill up a glass of milk. Finally, Wanda was finished and placed the plate with pancakes with Nutella on, in front of Peter. Before I could even think about giving him cutlery he was already eating with his hands. It didn't take long before his whole face and hands were covered in Nutella and pancake rests.

-Does it taste good? Wanda asked with a baby voice.

Peter nodded happily and continued eating. I smiled. Maybe.....just maybe Nat was right. Soon Peter finished his plate with pancakes.

-Are you full? Wanda asked.

I smiled and was about to pick him up when Peter shook his head. But....he just ate like five big pancakes? He should be more than full.

-Oh....well....then I'll make you some more. How does that sound? Wanda asked also surprised over the little boy's appetite.

Peter nodded and Wanda continued making pancakes. Just like before Peter was amazed by Wanda's powers.

.....

20 pancakes.

20 fucking pancakes!!!

How the hell does a three-year-old eat 20 pancakes all by himself!!? I don't even eat half that many.

-And what do we say to the nice witch who made you food? I asked still in shock from Peter's appetite.

Peter looked at me confused and shrugged his shoulders. Then he looked down on his feet embarrassed because he didn't know. I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

-It's okay if you don't know. You just say Thank you, I said softly.

Peter looked up at Wanda.

-T-thank you. I-I 'eally liked it, he said.

-You're welcome. And I'm happy to make you more next time you're hungry, Wanda answered.