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Is was a somewhat of a beautiful night. I mean compared to these last couple of days it’s not that bad.
It has raining and storming the last two weeks so clear skies and sunshine during the day really helped. The moon was shining, Clint and Natasha were singing at the top of their lungs. You know, the usual.
After an attack leaving most of the avengers out of a house they all have been living in the avengers base.
And yes all avengers.
after the attack Steve and a few other, thought is would be a good idea for the avengers and their families to live there momentarily.
Until their houses are rebuilt, it’s
safer for them to live there instead of in a shelter.
The whole city was destroyed, but thankfully the people were evacuated. Still a lot of people are without homes.
Some of those people include Natasha, Clint and his family.
Which means 5AM karaoke where Nat, Clint, and his kids all scream sing golden from K-pop demon hunters at the top of their lungs.
Nat, Clint and his family, Tony And Peter all sleep on one side of the building.
And because Nat and Clint love to piss Tony off, whenever the kids can’t sleep they will go in Nat’s room and play until all the kids are tired. (often very loudly)
Nat’s room is two room down from Tony’s, and farthest away from Clint’s room where is wife is sleeping. (unaware of course of their nightly shenanigans.)
Tony swears that women can sleep through anything.
Every one is else sleeps on the other side of the building so they don’t have to worry about them being pissed off.
Nat and Clint forget about Peter. But honestly, they weren’t sure if he was even there. Because they never see him walking around. which to be fair Peter is either helping the community out, by looking for lost people, help rebuilding or he just stayed up in his room. So not a lot of people saw him.
Tony was rolling around in bed still trying to soak up the last bit of sleep he could. The moon light was shining on his face and
a small breeze flowing through the window.
Then he finally gave up trying to sleep when Clint was trying (and failing miserably) to hit the high note in the song. He sat up and started rubbing his forehead trying to ignore the obnoxious screeching coming a couple rooms down. He took a couple deep breaths.
Then sighed when he heard soda pop come on, that was the kids favorite so they always sang it the loudest.
He rolled out of bed, preparing an angry speech for Nat and Clint for allowing so much ruckus this early in the morning.
He put on his robe and opened the door. And to his surprise there was Peter standing in front of him, looking anxious and surprised he just opened the door.
His fist was still up like he was about to nock. His hand being so close to his face made Tony noticed.
Tony looking at his hand made him put it down.
Embarrassed, Peter held his hands politely looking at the ground.
“Kid what the fuck are you doing up?-” Tony asking made Peter finally snap back to reality.
“-You know what we will talk about that later. I have a fallopian-tube-free spider, and a summer camp archery teacher to yell at.” Tony explained as he starts walking down the wall to Nat’s room
“Wait Mr.stark!-” Peter tries before he gets cut off
“-Tony, kid. Listen I literally don’t care what you call me all long it’s not Mr.stark, or you know something mean.” Tony sighs as he continues to walk down the hall.
“Ok, fine Mr.- never mind, just can we please talk it’s important!”
“Like I said kid a have people to yell at.” Tony said continuing to walk down the hall.
“Please?” Peter quietly begged.
Something the way Peter said that made him stop in his tracks.
Maybe it was the way his voice cracking at the end, or when Tony wiped around his head look at him he was holding back tears.
“Alright kid come with me.” Tony responded.
He’d be lying if he said that he was not worried. What could he say, he was worried about the kid. Tony started to walk the other direction.
When he turned around to see if Peter was following. Peter was shocked like he wasn’t expecting him to listen.
“Kid?” Tony questioned in an attempt to snap him out of whatever trace he was in.
“Right coming.” Peter replied finally back to reality.
Tony brought them to a spar bed room far away so they couldn’t hear Clint attempt to sing soda pop in a entirely wrong key.
Tony sat down. Peter just stared at him for a second before getting the memo and sat down next to him.
“So what’s up kid?” Tony asked as gently as possible. Tony’s mind was racing through a number of possibilities. Did some thing happen? Why was he crying?
“I just thought I saw something outside, it’s really not a problem I’m sorry for bothering you! I’ll go now” Peter replied and stood up about to walk away.
Tony grabbed his hand softly
“Don’t bullshit me kid, I know it’s not just you being scared of the dark. What is it?” Tony question.
“No it’s stupid, you’ll only be mad.” Peter replied, head turned away obviously trying not to cry.
“Kid I promise I won’t be mad.” Tony promises. Emphasizing the promise part to make it clear that he was telling the truth.
“You swear?” Peter says shaken.
Looking at him with puppy eyes, looking deep into his eyes.
“Yes I promise” Tony responds
Using the arm he’s holding onto Peter with he pulls peter back on the bed.
“It’s really dumb, but I miss my home, I miss Aunt May, I miss my stupid twin size bed. ” Peter replied.
Tony was shocked for a moment. He was not expecting that.
“It’s sounds like you’re homesick kid” Tony replied finally.
“Yeah, probably… I just really miss it….I miss aunt may….” Peter quietly started to sob.
“Hey, it’s ok kid.” Tony said rubbing his shoulder.
They sat there for a moment just taking in the moment. Until Peter broke the silence.
“hey can I ask you something?” Peter asked quietly.
“what’s up?”
“How do you deal with having a normal day then randomly having to fight and get hurt, and possibly lose everything?” Peter asked
Now for real this time Tony was shocked. He was really not expecting that.
“Well I don’t know kid, it’s just the ‘normal’ nowadays.”
“Yes I know but before it was the norm what did you do? Like when you were like me and semi-new.”
Peter replied.
“Well first, “semi-new” is an over statement your lucky I took off training wheels.
And second, I’ve been a billionaire all my life; from as long as I can remember to when my dad died. He was constantly telling me how about “there are dangers of being a famous persons kid. Especially someone like his kid. And how any moment someone could pull a gun on you” or some shit. Except he left out the ‘tiny pieces of metal being lodged into your chest by your own bomb’ part. But whatever.” Tony explained.
“Right. I guess I just have to get used to it.” Peter responded.
“Yep, that’s just what you’re going to have to do Pete. ” Tony said as he ruffled Peter’s hair.
Peter laughed as he stared to lean on Tony’s shoulder.
Tony looked down at him. He was still stroking his head, tucking hair behind his ear.
He could feel Peter’s breaths starting to slow down. They became longer, more spaced out. And his shoulders finally became to relax.
“I know you miss your home kid, all of do. But you’re being strong kid.” Tony said as he pulled Peter into a hug, rubbing his back.
A couple tears fell off Peter’s face before he entered the twilight zone of sleep.
“I love you dad.” Was the last thing Peter mumbled before he fell asleep.
Tony was stunned.
For real real this time.
Peter had never called him dad before so this is new.
“At least it’s not Mr.stark” Tony muttered to himself.
Tony picked Peter up, carefully shifting him in his arms, making sure not to drop him.
He is a lot lighter than he looks and should probably be, but that’s a conversation for the morning.
He carries Peter to his room.
He sat Peter down on his bed and tucked Peter in. Then he kissed his forehead and whispered
“I love you to kid”
then left the room quietly shutting the door and went back to bed completely forgetting about wanting to yell at Nat and Clint.