Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
All Tony ever wanted was a child of his own.
Not just any child, a baby. A perfect little baby to have and to love with all his heart.
Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was.
The universe had it out for him ever since he was born.
His father never paid much attention to him, and never even said that he loved him. Tony's mother was kind but they both died in a car crash.
Because of the very large inheritance, his parents had left him, women constantly fell in love with him for that reason alone.
None of them were too eager on the idea of having a family.
It didn't matter, he didn't really want a wife.
He wanted a child.
Tony had been to dozens of orphanages but nothing clicked. None of the babies or the children seemed like the right one.
It seemed hopeless as if Tony was destined to be alone forever.
And then one day, it happened.
The man had been driving home when walking out of a sandwich shop.
There he was. The one he was going to have and to call his son.
It was a boy with light brown curly hair and hazel brown eyes. He was small but not scrawny, wearing a Midtown Tech School hoodie and simple jeans.
But he was perfect in every way.
Sure he was a teenager but that was just a minor and temporary problem.
After that encounter, Tony went straight home and did his research to find out everything about his new son.
His name was Peter Parker, he was fifteen years old, birthday is August 10th. A student at Midtown School of Science and Technology, top of his classes. A deep love for science and robots. His parents had passed away when he was younger and he was currently in the custody of his aunt because his uncle died recently.
Perfect in every way.
Tony was able to find a nice, secluded house, somewhere no one would be able to bother them in.
Soon it would just be him, and his son.
Exactly how it was meant to be.
It was just a little bit before noon when Peter had left Ned's house and began walking home.
The sun was radiating hot in the sky, even behind the fluffy white clouds that blocked its rays.
As the teen turned a corner towards a nearly empty street, he noticed a grown man carrying a large box towards the opened trunk of a black Cherokee Jeep.
The man had sweat trailing down his face as he struggled to carry the box to his car.
Almost immediately, Peter rushed over.
"Do you want help with that, sir?"
The man looked over at him before nodding.
"That would be nice, thanks."
Peter quickly grabbed one side of the box, it was heavy but with the two carrying it together it became less of a struggle.
It didn't take long until they had reached the truck and could finally place the heavy box down.
"There it is," the man sighed pushing the box further into the trunk.
Both the man and the teen leaned against the side of the car to catch their breath.
"Thanks again, kid," he said between heavy breaths, "I really needed an extra hand,"
"It's all good," Peter responded as he wiped drops of sweat off his forehead.
After a few seconds of silence, the man reached a hand out towards Peter.
"Tony Stark,"
Peter smiled and returned the gesture
"Peter Parker,"
"Nice to meet you, Peter" Tony smiled back. After letting go of the smaller hand, he gestured to the building in front of them.
"I've got one last box in my apartment but can I get you some water? You look like you could use it,"
Peter hesitated for a moment but his dry mouth was calling out for him to say yes.
"Yeah, that would be nice,"
Tony's smile seemed to have grown as he gestured for Peter to follow him into the apartment building.
After two flights of stairs, the two entered Tony's former apartment.
The entire apartment was bare and empty. Against the wall of what could have been the living room, there was a small pile of water bottles.
"Help yourself," Tony said, pointing to the bottles as he walked further into the apartment, "I just gotta take care of one last thing,"
Picking up a bottle, Peter quickly twisted off the cap and chugged down practically half the water. Pulling the bottle away with a smile, Peter leaned against the wall of the apartment.
"Are you moving out of Queens, Mr. Stark?"
"Yup," Tony answered from another room, "Just on my way to my new house with my baby boy,"
That statement made Peter stop before he could take another drink. Thinking back to the car, he didn't remember seeing a baby in there, or here.
As quick as it was there, the boy shook away the thought, figuring that it was none of his business as he took another drink of the water.
"That's nice," he said after drinking the last drops of water, "I hope it works out for you,"
Peter turned his back from where Tony had disappeared to find a trash bag or somewhere to dispose the empty bottle in.
"Oh trust me," Tony's voice suddenly spoke, directly behind him, "It already has."
A large hand suddenly clamped over Peter's mouth, the shock caused the teen to drop the plastic bottle. Before he could even scream, something sharp poked into his neck and something was injected into his veins. Almost immediately, Peter's body fell limp and he leaned heavily against the man behind him. This made it easier for Peter to be dragged into another room.
Tony dragged the boy's body into the room he was in earlier. It only had a bare mattress with small red onesie pajama and a hand towel were lying it, and a few feet away was a lumpy gym bag as well as a baby car seat.
Peter's body was gently lowered flat onto the mattress as black dots began clouding his vision. A strange numbness spread throughout his body.
As his eyesight gradually became worse, Peter could faintly feel a soft wet towel be placed on his forehead, as well as his shoes slowly be pulled off his feet.
From the fog that filled his brain, he barely made out Mr. Stark whispering in his ear:
"It's okay, baby boy. It's okay,"
And then Peter was lost to the conscious world.
As soon as Peter began to wake up, he knew something was wrong.
His body felt… weird. He wasn't in any pain but something was definitely off.
After a couple of seconds, Peter finally managed to open his eyes. He still felt a little sleepy but he had to find out what had happened.
Observing the area, Peter could see that he was in the backseat of a car. In the center seat to be exact.
But why did everything look so much bigger? He's been in the backseat of a car before but it shouldn't look this big. His head wasn't anywhere near the roof and couldn't even feel the ground beneath his feet.
What was happening?
A small yawn suddenly escaped his mouth. Except it didn't sound like his voice, it was much more high-pitched and squeaky, almost like a-
A low chuckle broke his thoughts. In the front seat, he could see the back of a giant man sitting in the driver's seat.
"Did you have a good little nap, Petey?"
Peter recognized that voice. It was Mr. Stark, the man who drugged and abducted him.
The boy quickly tried to unbuckle himself from the car but...
That was when he noticed it.
His hand was tiny! His arm was tiny!
Looking down as much as he could, Peter saw his even smaller body strapped tightly against a cushioned car seat. Instead of his nerdy t-shirt and jeans, he was dressed in a button up, red onesie. And... Oh Hell, was he wearing a diaper?!
This was impossible. This was just a nightmare, there's no way that he was a- that he was a-
A frightened whine escaped from Peter's mouth before he could realize it. Large tears formed in his eyes as he felt himself on the brink of breaking down.
The car suddenly began to slow down and pull over to the side of the road before coming to a complete stop.
The door to his left swung open, and there stood Mr. Stark, and like the rest of the world, he was bigger than Peter remembered.
"Peter, what's wrong?" the man cried out in concern as he climbed into the backseat and sat next to the distressed baby. His larger form caused him to tower over the once teenager like a giant.
Let me out, let me go! Peter wanted to cry out, but instead he said: "less mol nal, agga ga go!"
"Baby, what's wrong?" Tony asked with concern and fear.
Peter wanted to cry even more with frustration but he tried to calm down.
Talking obviously was not going to work, he had to find another way to make Mr. Stark understand.
As best as he could, Peter reached his little arms towards the older man. For a more dramatic effect, he swung his legs impatiently.
Tony must have misread what Peter wanted because he concerned faded and he began to chuckle.
"Oh, I think I know what the problem is," Tony smiled, and Peter seriously doubted it, "You just wanted Daddy to hold you,"
What the hell? Did he seriously just call himself Daddy?
Tony reached a giant hand out and unbuckled the seatbelt with one hand.
Using both of his hands, he lifted Peter out of the seat by holding his beneath both his armpits.
The boy looked down in shock, surprised at how Tony could hold him like he weighed nothing.
As Tony pulled the boy into his arms, Peter squirmed a little but his struggles were useless as he was cradled against his sturdy chest.
"There you are, sweetheart," Tony cooed as he sat back against the car seat, "Is this better, baby?"
No! Peter tried to say with a swing of his fist. But instead, his chubby hand merely swung in the air, and he said, "Bah!"
"God, you're so adorable," Tony chuckled at the baby, and he slowly pulled Peter closer to him.
As gently as possible, Tony planted kisses to both of Peter's cheek as well as his forehead. Peter squirmed at the feeling of the man's lips against his skin. His beard was scratchy and it was uncomfortable being kissed by a stranger. Tony then pressed both of their foreheads together, closing his eyes as he sighed with content.
After all this time of waiting, he finally had a perfect baby for himself. Peter was so beautiful and sweet. Tony loved him more than he had ever loved anyone before. He was going to do this right, he was going to be the father that Peter deserved. He was going to protect him forever, he was going to love him forever.
And Peter was going to love him back.
"My baby," he sighed, pressing another kiss to Peter's head.
Peter just stayed there, unsure of how to feel.
Tony kept kissing him and looking at him like he loved him, like Peter was his son but... he wasn't. They haven't even met before today,
Besides, his kisses weren't as comforting as the ones May would give him.
Oh God, Peter realized, May! She must be losing her mind wondering why he wasn't home yet!
As Mr. Stark began to pull away from Peter, the boy began to squirm again, causing the man to chuckle.
"I know, baby," the man laughed, "I know you want your Daddy to keep holding you but we have to get going. It still a long way home,"
As Tony adjusted Peter to hold him in the crook of one arm, Peter stared at the older man with confusion and shock.
Did he just refer to himself as his Dad?
With his free hand, Tony reached into the gym bag that was on the ground and pulled out a small blue blanket. He gently placed it on the car seat before moving Peter to sit on it.
Peter began squirming again as Tony tried to buckle him in again. Not wanting to be strapped in again, he kicked his legs and patted the older man's hands but it was all for naught.
The buckle of the seat belt clicked securely shut.
"It's okay, baby," Tony cooed as he began to bundle Peter with the blanket, "Shhh, just sleep now. We'll be home soon then Daddy will hold you again,"
Peter pouted a little as he slumped down in the car seat. The buckle and blanket kept him secured in the seat.
Escaping was obviously not going to be happening, and neither was negotiating.
However, instead of leaving to move to the driver's seat, Tony stayed in his spot and just stared down at baby Peter. For several seconds, they both sat in silence. Tony was looking down at his baby with a large proud and happy smile.
Peter stared back too, feeling uncomfortable beneath the man's gaze when Tony suddenly leaned closer and pressed another soft kiss to his cheek.
"Daddy loves you so much, baby," the man whispered against the small tuft of hair on his baby's head, "So much,"
Peter was taken back by the man's confession, considering the fact that they had only just met earlier today. How could he say that he loved him?
Placing one last kiss on top of Peter's head, Tony finally began to step out of the car. Before he closed the door, he looked at his baby again with a smile. When the door was shut, it also locked automatically.
As soon as he buckled himself into the driver's seat, Tony adjusted the rearview mirror so he could perfectly see Peter in the reflection.
With a smile, the man turned the keys to start up the car and continued their trip home.
While the car began driving down the road, Peter squirmed a little to see if he could free himself from the blanket.
No dice.
He was wrapped up too tightly, and even if by some miracle he could get out of the blanket, there was no way he could undo the seatbelt with his stubby little arms.
It was hopeless.
Still pouting, Peter figured the only thing he could do was rest and hope this all was just a nightmare.
As Peter was pulled back into the sleeping world, only one thing ran through his mind.
What the Fuck?!
I have absolutely no excuse for this other than I came up with this in the middle of the night while under sleep delusion.
Hope y'all enjoyed it. Let me know if I should continue.
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