Chapter 1

It was a cold morning in New York City, Stark towers loomed over the city. A 16 year old Peter Stark-Rogers trudged out of bed, out of his room, and down the hall way. There was no drought in his mind he was sick. But it was Monday and he need to go to school, he had a math test today and he really didn't want to miss it so he was hoping that if he just tried to make it throw the day he would feel better.

As he entered the kitchen he let out a loud wet cough, his fathers looked up from looked up from there breakfast and shot worried glances at their adopted son.

"Are you alright honey?" Steve said, concern in his voice.

"Yeah you're not looking so good." Tony said.

"I'm find dads just need to get up and moving is all, I'll be alright." The brunette said his voice horas. Steve then got up from his food and pressed his hand to his sons head.

"Oh sweetie you're burning up!" The tall man said. "Maybe you should just stay home today."

"No I can't, I have to." He was cut short has he went into a coughing fit.

"That's it you're going back to bed mister." The blond hero said.

"But, but."

"No but's, you dads right you head back to bed right now there's no way you can go to school like this." Tony chimed in. "Steve make sure he gets in bed, I'll call the school and tell them he'll be out today."

"Thanks sweet heart." Steve said happily "You heard him, bed, now!" At this point Peter know that all fighting was futile, so he turned right around and headed back to his bed and Steve was right on his heels as his ravened haired father pulled out his cellphone and started to dial the schools number.

By the time Tony had gotten to his sons room, Steve was sitting on the edge of bed and Peter was wrapped tight in blankets and had a thermometer in his mouth. The blond hero pulled it out and looked at the tiny screen.

"101.6, yup you're not going anywhere young man." The caption said putting the thermometer down. At this point Tony had walked over to the other side of the bed and set down.

"Anything we can do to help buddy?" Tony said running his fingers throw his sons brown hair.

"Na, I just need to sleep this off." He said with a cough.

"At least take some medicine that will help." Steve said getting up for his seat on the bed and walked out of the room to retrieve it. Now it was just peter and Tony alone in the bed room, he counted to rub his son's head which was making peter start to submit to his urge to sleep.

"You've really been pushing yourself to hard Pete." His father said.

"I know." He said in a sleepy voice

"You need take it easy, you're going to burn yourself out kid."

"I know."

"Well just promise me you'll tone it down a bit ok." His father said snagging closer to his only son.

"Ok." Peter said resting his head on his dads shoulder. And a few seconds later Steve strolled into the room with a blister pack of pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Here you go sweetie, this should help with that nasty cough." The super solder said handing his son the glass of water and the pills.

"Thanks pops." Peter said weakly as he took 2 pills and a large swig of water.

"You should get some rest now Pete." Tony said in a sweet voice.

"If you need anything just call me or dad, ok?" Steve said as kissed his sons forehead and started to head towards the door, Tony kiss the top of his head and followed his tall husband.

"Love you dad, love you pops." Peter said rolling over on his side and pulling the blankets to his chin.

"Love you to baby." The two older men said in unison as Tony flicked off the lights and joined his husband in the door frame. They both took a minute to watch their child drift off to sleep, then Steve slowly and quietly closed the door.

END CHAPTER 1