For the remainder of the drive, Tony had his son sit up front in the seat next to him. Which Peter didn't mind, he just looked out the window at all the trees they passed.

Every once in a while, Tony would look away from the road to look down at his baby. Smiling as Peter swung his little legs back and forth, and the smile he wore as he watched the world pass by them.

God, he's waited so long for this moment.

Peter watched each tree that they passed by. Growing up in New York meant he saw more buildings than actual nature.

While the sight was beautiful, it also confirmed Peter's greatest fear.

He was no longer in Queens. Most likely they weren't even in New York anymore.

At some point during the drive, Peter could feel himself getting hungry.

If Peter had been his normal self this wouldn't be much of a problem but seeing as how he was a baby and couldn't even talk, it was a problem. Peter didn't know what his baby body would be able to eat, especially since he didn't even have teeth anymore.

To keep himself at bay, Peter stuck his hand into his mouth, keeping his infant body from giving in to the need to cry out.

He knew that, despite his current feelings, Mr. Stark does care a lot about him and wouldn't let him starve.

Peter hated that he had to be dependent on his abductor but given his current situation, he had no choice. He couldn't take care of himself, he has no way of getting home, or help. So for the time being, he had to play along with Mr. Starks delusion that he was his son.

The boy was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Mr. Stark unbuckle his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Peering out the window, he saw that he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that they had stopped.

Tony opened the passenger door from the outside and greeted his baby with a wide smile. Reaching into the car, he easily unbuckled Peter seatbelt and unfolded the blanket around him.

"Come here, Petey," he smiled as he picked Peter up from his seat, leaving behind the blanket as he carried his baby towards their destination.

The older man held Peter's back against his chest so he could see their house. He had one arm cupped under Peter's bottom and his other hand was holding onto the boy's front like a seatbelt. Keeping his secured so he wouldn't fall.

From where they stood, a stone walkway with bushes on each side of them lead towards the largest house Peter had ever seen.

It was a two-story house with a brown color that matched the trees surrounding it. A porch was in the front section near the door and surrounded around that corner, and a brick chimney poked out from the top of the roof.

It was a beautiful and lovely home, Peter couldn't lie. But secretly, he was worried if this would be the last time he would be outside of it.

Holding him a little closer, Tony smiled at his baby and pressed a kiss to his soft cheek.

"Welcome home, baby boy,"

Because he was the only adult, Tony had to bring all the boxes and suitcases from the car into the house by himself. That required the use of both of his hands, which meant that he had to put Peter down for a few minutes.

And Peter could tell Mr. Stark wasn't entirely happy with that.

When they first entered the house, Peter was back to being carried in his seat while Mr. Stark carried a large box in his other arm.

Tony brought both Peter and the box to the center of the living room, in between a plush sofa and a chimney with a television mounted in the wall above it.

After setting the carrier seat down, directly in his view, Tony opened the box and pulled out the pieces to a playpen.

While Tony worked on setting up the playpen, Peter distracted himself by swinging his legs back and forth and looking around the room the best his could, all the while still sucking on his hand.

That may have been a bad idea because Mr. Stark would look over and chuckle at his son's action. Making the process of building the playpen take longer than what could have been

Several minutes later, the playpen was finally set up. It was in a circle shape with light grey cushions on the top and bottom of the gates. The floor was cushioned as well, like a pillow.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, Tony picked his baby up, pressing a quick kiss on the top of his head, then placed him in the center of the circular gate. Safe behind the gates of the playpen.

"Now, you wait here, baby. Daddy will be right back," Mr. Stark smiled, leaning into the playpen to press another kiss to his baby's head.

As the man stood back onto his feet, Peter waved his arms towards him, even making grabby motions with his hands, trying to tell the man that he was hungry but his motions went undetected.

When he was sure that he was alone, Peter scooted his body as close to the gate so he could look around the living room.

Much like the house, the living room was nice, and nothing like what Peter grew up with. Even though there was nothing more than just furniture, such as the dining table, the couch, and an armchair nearby.

Every few minutes, Mr. Stark would walk in through the front door carrying either a cardboard box or a suitcase and place them in an empty corner. Every time he passed by the playpen, Peter watched him from behind the gates.

At the far wall, Peter noticed a sliding door that opened to a large open backyard with the forest in the background.

By the time Mr. Stark had brought in the last box, Peter's stomach was aching from hunger.

After taking a quick drink of water, Tony walked over to the playpen with a smile on his exhausted face. He gently grabbed Peter from beneath his armpits and lifted him into the air until they were eye-to-eye.

"Baby, isn't it wonderful?" Tony asked with a wide smile, "You're finally home,"

Peter wasn't sure why Mr. Stark kept asking him questions when he was aware that he couldn't answer.

However, his baby side quickly took over, and a low moan escaped his mouth before slowly turning into a loud cry. Tears began flooding his eyes as he cried out.

Mr. Starks face fell in concern and confusion as he watched his baby cry in pain.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

Peter couldn't stop his wails as they got louder, not even to explain why he was crying. But he managed to pull his hand back into his mouth and started to suck, trying to give the man a hint.

Tony's eyes darted around as if connecting the dots together.

"Are you hungry?"

The only way Peter could confirm the man's realization by wailing even more and flaring his arms around.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Mr. Stark said with guilt in his voice, "You must have been starving. Don't worry, Daddy will make it better,"

Peter was still crying when Mr. Stark placed him back inside the playpen before rushing towards the kitchen.

Despite everything, Peter felt a little better by the man's words.

Way before all this happened, Peter had gotten a Baby Bottle Pop in his candy collection for Halloween. It didn't taste bad but it did feel weird having eaten it like a baby so Peter barely ate it again after that.

Now here he was, an actual baby, drinking milk out of a real baby bottle.

If this had been anyone other than him, he would have laughed at the irony.

At first, Peter had hesitated with eating the formula, even though he knew it was the only thing his baby body could handle, but Mr. Stark gently coaxed the bottle into his mouth.

Tony was sitting on the sofa, holding his son in the crook of his arm while holding the baby bottle in his free hand as Peter drank it.

The milk had a weird taste to it but Peter happily ate it. Delighted to finally have some food in his stomach.

Tony sighed with relief when his baby began to eat.

God, he felt so guilty that his baby had been so hungry that he was in pain. The cries he heard earlier was something he never wanted his son to do again. He wanted his baby to always be happy, and Tony was going to do everything to make sure that Peter was.

"Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long," Tony said, smiling down at his baby, "But I never thought this could actually happen to me,"

Yeah, me too, Peter thought as he ignored the man and continued to eat.

In the corner of the room, he could see the box he had helped Mr. Stark carry because he thought that he was helping someone in need. Not fall into this mans trap.

"My dad," Tony's jaw tightened for a second before he continued, "Your grandpa, was cold and he never had time for me. Not even to say "I love you" to his own son,"

That caught Peter's attention and he shifted his gaze to look up at Tony.

"I promised myself that when I got a child of my own, I would never be anything like my father. I swore myself of that," Tony smiled sadly as he continued, "But it didn't seem like that was ever going to happen. I guess there's something wrong with me because I lost contact with a lot of my friends, and... I just... fell into this void, and for the longest time, I was so alone,"

Peter was shocked by what he was hearing, had he judged Mr. Stark wrong?

"But then I found you," A bright smile overcame the man's face, taking away every trace of sadness that had once been there, "My baby, the minute I first saw you, I knew that you were special, and I knew that you were the one I've waited so long for. My precious boy,"

Peter didn't even realize he had finished the bottle until Mr. Stark pulled it out of his mouth with a small pop. The man then draped his small body over his shoulder and began patting his back.

"And now here you are. You're finally home, exactly where you belong. Right here with me,"

Peter's shock was overtaken when a burp escaped his body.

With a small chuckle, Tony pulled Peter back and cradled him in his hands in front of him so the two could look each other in the eye.

For a while, the older man didn't say much, or anything really, as he looked down upon his baby. In his eyes were pure happiness and a proud smile was on his face.

After several seconds, the man pressed a gentle kiss to Peter's forehead.

"We are going to have such an amazing life together. Just the two of us,"

Tony lifted Peter higher until their foreheads were pressed together. The older man had his eyes shut and his smile never faltered.

Peter thought over everything the man had just said before he closed his eyes as well. Relaxing in the man's hand.

"And I'm going to keep my promise," Tony suddenly said, lowering Peter so he could cradle him in his arms, "Daddy's going to love you, Daddy's gonna take care of you, Daddy's always going to protect you,"

Tony paused for a moment, lifting one of his hands so he could wave a finger in front of Peter, who smiled softly and grasped his finger with his small hand.

"And Daddy is never going to let you go," Tony whispered before gently kissing the tip of his baby's nose, "I promise. I'm going to love you, forever, Peter."

Tony then proceeded to kiss every inch of his baby's face.

Peter didn't protest to the affection, he's pretty sure he's been kissed more times today than he has his whole life. But he thought over what Mr. Stark had said.

Never let him go? What did that mean? Was Mr. Stark saying that he was going to keep Peter in this house forever? Or did he just mean that he wasn't going to lose Peter like he did his friends?

But there was something else Peter was thinking about.

This whole time, he thought Mr. Stark was crazy or at least mentally unstable in a way but he had it all wrong.

Mr. Stark just wanted a chance to prove that he could be a good father, and so far he's done a good job. But that didn't mean that what he was doing wasn't wrong. He still kidnapped Peter but at the same time...

God, he was so confused.

After planting one last kiss, Tony hugged Peter closer to his chest.

"I love you so much, baby,"

Peter didn't say anything. After a second or two, he gripped onto Mr. Starks shirt and snuggled closer to his chest.

For the first time, this entire day, Peter started to believe him.