Beta Read by CReationNation

While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs and something happens to him. Now he has to go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Shameless Irondad and Spiderson.

Prologue

It was a crisp, chilly December evening. Stray flakes of snow could be seen falling in the lights of the city. Tony Stark sat in front of the desk in his office at the new Avengers facility in Upstate New York, reading over the same paragraph in the dull contract Pepper was making him read.

To be honest, his mind was actually miles away, thinking about the beloved woman that was forcing to do this mind numbing task and the vacation to the Bahamas they were leaving for in just two days. With everything being so busy planning a wedding and running the Stark Industries business, the two had decided to take a much needed get away for Christmas. But Pepper insisted that he read and sign these last few contracts before they left. His first instinct would be to just scan the pages for signature and initial spots and leave it at that. But ever since that time the business lost $104,000 dollars (chump changes in Tony's opinion) when he didn't read the fine print on the contract close enough, well, let's just say Pepper has her ways of making sure he now reads every sentence before signing.

Which leads us back to why he's staring glassy eyed at the same paragraph for the last ten minutes. Tony rubbed a hand over his face, in an attempt to re-engage with the task at hand. God this was a snooze fest. Maybe he should call it a night, and finish it up tomorrow. Or maybe just get a bit of scotch to help him get the rest of the way through the current contract.

Before he could debate any more on which was the better option, his phone next to him lit up with an incoming call. Glancing down at the screen, he saw the name and goofy face of Peter Parker show up. The man rolled his eyes, but still smiled fondly. The kid probably wanted to tell him about something that happened on his patrol this evening. The kid still mostly gave his reports to Happy, but every once in a while when something kind of big or out of the ordinary happened, he would call Tony as well.

Tony allowed the call to go to voicemail as usually. He always listened to the kid's messages later when he had time. Ever since the Vulture incident happened a little over a year ago, Tony had attempted to be more involved with the kid. His efforts didn't show much success. (Hey, he wouldn't be the first to admit to not being a grade A mentor), but he still paid a bit more attention to the reports Happy transferred to him, which is a lot more than what he did before the Vulture incident. And he made more of an effort to call and check in with the kid… at least once every … two months? And he even had kid come over to facility a couple times for suit upgrades. The last time mind you, he reactivated the A.I. installed with his suit. The boy was ecstatic. So Tony still counted all that as a win.

With a shake of his head, Tony went back to the task at hand; this boring stack of papers as he waited for the ping from his phone, indicating a new voicemail message. After about ten minutes he suddenly realized that the sound never happened. A slight frown formed on his lips. That was… odd. The man tried to recall a time when the kid called but left no message, and he couldn't.

Chalking it up to some random teenage angst, or something, Tony once again went back to reading the contract in front of him. He finally managed to start reading the next paragraph down the page, and was stuck on that paragraph for the next twenty minutes. But it was for a different reason this time. He began to get a prickly feeling on his skin, the kind you get when you feel like you were being watched. And he was. Something was crawling outside the window that Tony's back was facing. It was small, and looked shadowy against the dark night sky. It stared at him for a moment before crawling out of site.

Tony turned around to look at the now empty window. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, despite the fact, he saw nothing there. His eyes returned to the paper, and seconds later the shadowy figure returned; crawling across the window, and again, out of sight. Tony quickly swung around just in time to catch a glimpse of it before it disappeared. The billionaire then swiveled his chair around so he could stare intently at the window, waiting for whatever it was to show up again.

By chance the shadowy figure was now peeking through the window on the other side of the building now. It waved a tiny dark arm, as if trying to draw attention on itself. But when it didn't work, it crawled out of sight again, just in time for Tony to swing around again, and see nothing but a blank dark window.

The sudden sharp noise of his phone ringing gave Tony quite a jump that he would never admit to anyone. The caller ID showed Pepper Potts, and the billionaire immediately answered it, although still trying to figure out what exactly was creeping on him. Was it hostel? "Hi babe," he greeted distractedly, turning around yet again to look at the other window.

"Tony, I just finished up the rest of details on the Ashton Agreement," His beloved's voice flowed through the speaker into his ear, slightly taking away the eerie feeling that currently pricked his skin. "I'll be flying out to Miami in the morning to oversee the start up."

"Sounds great Hon…" Tony responded still glancing around at all the windows.

"Did you get those contracts signed?"

"Um… y...yeah- I mean no not yet. I'm working on it, but don't worry it will get done."

It sounded very much like Tony was just goofing around in his lab, and lying through his teeth. But in truth, the man was still distracted about the feeling of being watched. So he kept turning around in circles looking at all his windows trying to catch another glimpse at the culprit. Pepper however thought he was doing exactly what it sounded like he was doing. "Tony," her voice was full of warning. "You know how important this is. I know you don't like the tedious paperwork, and boring meetings. So I try really hard to keep your participation minimal, and the few time I need you to-"

"Woah, woah! Pep, calm down. I'm doing it, ok. I'm actually looking at the Kelton contract as we speak. I plan to have it signed tonight, and I'll get the last one signed tomorrow." Tony hearing the distress in his lover's voice finally stopped looking out the office windows and gave his full attention to the phone call.

"Ok…" she sounded guilty. "I'm sorry, Tony, it's been a long day."

"Sounds like you need this vacation more than me."

A breathy laugh sounded on the other end of the phone. "I'm only expecting the oversee to take a couple of hours, then I'll be flying out."

"Yep, I'll be seeing you at the hotel Friday night… oh and wear something nice… if you know what I mean."

By 'something nice', this was code for 'nothing at all' and Pepper gave another giggle over the phone. "Get your head back into the paperwork, Stark, or the next two days are going to be long."

"I love you sweetheart," Tony spoke, his voice full of affection.

"I love you too. Have a good night."

Tony ended the call with a slight smile on his face. He was totally whipped over that woman, not that he would admit it to anyone but himself. A sharp tingling running up his spine reminded him of the unknown whatever that was watching him. It was behind him, he could feel the eyes staring at him. What could it be? Another alien attack? Someone seeking revenge? A crazed fan? Very slowly he reached a finger up to his chest to hit a button on the side of his arch reactor; the button that only put armor over his right hand and forearm. He felt the nanotechnology grow over his skin until the armor covered up till his elbow.

His pulse beat deep in his eardrums. Did it have a weapon also? Could it be ready to attack any second? With a quick blow out of breath, Tony swung around, armored hand outstretched ready to fire. His came face to face, with a blue eyed, brown haired… baby?

Well baby was generic term. He's referred to 5 year olds as babies. This one was definitely younger than 5, but older than a new born. The baby was at least old enough to distinguish that he was male and not female. "What the-" he swore loudly. A million different things could have been going through Tony's mind at that moment. Like 'why is a very young child hanging off my third story office window.' What actually went through his mind however was 'Oh my God, a little baby is outside his window, at 10:30 at night in the middle of December. He must be freezing.'

The billionaire stared dumbfound at the child for several moments before his thoughts connected with his mouth. "Friday, open east side office window," he spoke to his A.I. and a moment later the window was sliding open, letting in breathtaking cold air.

The shivering child wasted no time crawling through the now open window, and tumbled forward onto the floor with a thud and slight whine. This is when Tony noticed that besides the overly large T-shirt that hung over his body like a dress, he was wearing no other clothes; as the shirt had ridden up on his back showing his naked bottom cheeks to the world. Tony awkwardly pulled the shirt back down to cover his nakedness, and at the same time, the child pushed himself into a sitting position. A large shiver ran through his little body, and he wrapped his tiny arms around himself. "Ok kid," Tony spoke, not even sure if the kid was old enough to understand him. "I don't know who you are, or how you got here. But you need to back to whatever you belong, right now."

The kids next words left Tony speechless. "M-Mr. St-arrk it's me," the kids teeth chattered as he spoke. "P-Peter… Park-ker."

I know 'Peter getting turned into a kid' isn't the most original plot idea. But I hope you all give the story a chance, you may be surprised, I'm trying to make it as original as possible. I'm also terrible with grammar, and tend to overlook typos and mistakes. If anyone wants to help me beta-read that would be awesome.

I'll update when I have time.