Hey guys, hope you enjoy these one-shot that I've wrote. They take place between my two fics: Time is Just the Memories We Make and Pain is What I Echo to Reach You. Not sure how many I'll write but I hope you guys enjoy them. Send me some ideas for some one-shots if you want, I'm open to some ideas! :)

Enjoy!

Peter

Peter awoke with a jolt. Springing up from his bed he tried to shake off the nightmare. But the vision of Tony and Ellie laying there at his feet, dead, unmoving sent a spine chilling feeling through his body. He needed to confirm it wasn't real. That it was, truly, just a dream.

Cautiously he slipped out of bed and across the hall, fearing that the slightest sound would wake up the other two occupants in the mansion. Tiptoeing he made his way over to the door of their bedroom. The door was slightly opened so Peter didn't worry about waking them with the sound of the door knob.

Peering through the doorway he was able to make out the shapes of their bodies underneath the covers. He risked coming closer to the bed to make sure that they were still breathing.

From the end of the bed he was able to see an outline Ellie's face illuminated by the blue glow of Tony's Arc Reactor. He could also, slightly, see Tony's face leaning against her head. They were so intertwined that only their heads told them apart.

Peter sighed in relief at their sequenced chest movements as they slept. Slowly he made his way back out of the room.

"Peter?" A voice whispered groggy, stopping him in his tracks.

"What are you doing up?" Tony asked squinting at him in the doorway, turning slightly from Elynea's embrace to get a better view.

His movement awoke Elynea in turn. "What… Peter are you okay?" She asked spotting him over Tony's shoulder.

"I had a bad dream." Peter admitted quietly, looking down at his hands.

"What was it about Petey?" Elynea asked softly as she sat up and shuffled to the end of the bed, Tony moved with her.

"I saw…I saw…" Peter stuttered not able to get the words out.

"Come're bud." Tony said opening his arms out for him.

Peter didn't hesitate to walk over to him and crawl onto his lap. Tony's arms encased his entire body in a warm blanket.

At some point, they had moved back against the bed with Peter tucked in between them. Their arms both encased him and each other as they drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

As Peter drifted off he wondered to himself if this was what it was like to be comforted by his parents.