Sorry for the long wait peeps.

A short amount of time had passed since Peter and Tony arrived at their new house, and since Peter had learned Mr. Starks reason for kidnapping him.

Even if he was still completely confused.

For the next few minutes, Tony had found many fun ways to pass the time. That didn't involve Peter ever leaving his hands.

First, the older man would lie flat on the ground while lifting Peter up and down like a bench press.

"Upsy Daisy, Petey." The older man would laugh as he lifted his son into the air. Sometimes when he pulled Peter back down, the man would kiss him on his forehead.

Next, Tony stood up on his feet and he would lift Peter high in the air, laughing at how his baby would flair his arms and kick his legs. At first, Peter was afraid of being dropped but if there is one thing he learned all day, was that Mr. Stark would never let him get hurt.

Finally, with the older man seated on the couch, Tony would bounce Peter up and down in the air. Never too high, and he always caught him right on time.

The worst part was that Peter was actually having fun. Throughout the whole time, he was laughing and was really enjoying himself. All things considered

At the end of their games, Mr. Stark sat back against the couch to catch his breath. Holding his baby tightly against his chest.

Peter nuzzled against the man's chest, comfortable and a little tired.

However, a seed of sadness grew within him.

He really missed May, Ned, MJ, and even Mr. Delmar. He missed his old life! And he felt ashamed that he was enjoying being kidnapped.

But the worst part was that he knew how much it would crush Aunt May if he were to disappear forever. The death of Ben was still fresh and-

Peter was snapped out of his thoughts when Mr. Stark suddenly pressed his nose against his small chest and inhaled deeply.

Was he… smelling him?

The boy's body stiffened, unsure of how to react to the strange action.

Could this day possibly get any weirder?

"Oh baby," Mr. Stark chuckled as he pulled away, "I think you know what time it is,"

Peter's little eyes widened just slightly as he realized what the man was talking about.

Apparently, it could.

It was bath time.

Cradling him against his chest, Tony carried Peter upstairs and into a bathroom.

Sitting down on the floor, the older man gently laid his baby on a soft carpet that was on the ground as he turned on the water for the tub.

While the older man was distracted by setting the water to the right temperature, Peter decided to try and leave the room.

Sure, he had no idea where he could hide but there was no way he was going to allow Mr. Stark to bathe him. Sure, the older man had already seen him naked in this form but that doesn't mean he wants him scrubbing his whole body.

With that in mind, Peter began attempting to roll over onto his stomach so he could crawl out of the room. He hadn't planned what he was going to do next but he had to try.

After a few frustrating seconds, Peter was finally able to push himself onto his stomach. It amazed him how difficult that simple task was for him.

But once one problem was solved, another one appeared.

His little arms weren't strong enough to support the weight of his body enough for him to crawl away.

Stupid baby body!

Peter ended up having to drag his body across the floor, it was more scooting than it was crawling. It was pathetic but he was moving.

"And just where do you think you're going, young man?"

Two large hands grabbed Peter from around his waist and pulled him back. The boy fussed a little as Mr. Stark cradled him again.

"Silly baby," Tony chuckled, gently tapping the tip of his baby's nose, "I know you want to see the rest of the house, and we'll have time for that right after your bath,"

Mr. Stark then laid Peter on the floor, flat on his back as he began unbuttoning his pajamas.

Peter began squirming again even though he knew it was futile, as this was not the first time. Before he knew it, his footie pajamas were removed, and before long so was his diaper.

Tony only smiled as he lifted his baby off the ground before gently settling him in the bathtub.

The water came to just above Peter's navel, and it was warm in a soothing way.

Tony kept one hand holding onto Peter's little shoulder to make sure the little boy didn't slip and fall into the water. With his other hand, Tony reached behind him to grab the baby shampoo and body wash.

Peter kept himself busy by gently waving his small hands through the water, making small waves in the tub. However, he was caught by surprise when Mr. Stark slowly began to lower him back into the water. When he was half-submerged, the boy began to fuss and whine in fear, afraid of falling completely underwater.

"Shh, Shh," Mr. Stark gently cooed, "Daddy's got you,"

Peter forced himself to calm down, reminding himself that up to this point, Mr. Stark hasn't done anything to hurt him.

The older man gently moved the water to wet his babies hair while making sure it didn't splash onto his face, all the while holding him tightly to make sure he didn't slip.

After a few moments, Peter was lifted back up to a sitting position.

Tony then grabbed the shampoo bottle and gently squirted a small amount onto his baby's head before gently rubbing the soap into the small tuft.

Peter tried to remain still as Mr. Stark gently rubbed the soap on his head, his large fingers coursed through his hair.

After a few minutes, Tony reached behind him, while still holding onto Peter, and grabbed a small hand-held mirror.

"Look how cute you are," the man cooed, holding the mirror in front of his baby.

When Peter saw his reflection, he swore that his heart stopped.

Staring back at him was a baby. A baby with chubby cheeks, wide brown eyes, and soapy hair that stood up in the air.

This was the first time he saw his reflection ever since he was de-aged.

He didn't even recognize himself.

Peter was snapped out of his thoughts when water suddenly poured onto his head.

He didn't even realize when Mr. Stark pulled away from the mirror or started pouring a small cup of water onto his head. Luckily the man guarded his face against the soap and water.

After his hair was washed out, Tony grabbed a small towel and squirted the baby soap onto it before gently scrubbing his baby's body with the towel.

Peter whimpered as the towel scrubbed all over his body but he resisted the urge to try squirming away from it. Knowing that it would get him nowhere.

Before he knew it, it was over.

"Here we are." Mr. Stark said as he lifted Peter out of the tub and placed him down on a soft towel spread on the floor.

After draining the tub water, Tony began to swaddle Peter with the towel.

"You're such an adorable baby," Mr. Stark cooed, kissing Peter's cheek and cradling him against his chest.

After Peter was dry, Tony picked both of them off the ground and carried his baby to another room.

It was a large nursery, the walls were a calm blue color, there was a changing table on top of a large drawer most likely filled more clothes and diapers, and a white arm-chair in the corner.

The strange thing was that there was no crib anywhere. Not even a box for one.

Mr. Stark gently laid Peter onto the changing table, unwrapping the towel from around him and tossing it into a nearby laundry basket.

The older man knelt down, keeping a secure hand on Peter so he didn't roll-off, and pulled out a fresh diaper and a new pair of pajamas.

The pajamas were a two-piece. The pants were dark blue while the shirt had a light blue center with darker sleeves.

It didn't take long for Mr. Stark to put the new diaper on Peter, after that, he gently began to pull on pants that were dark blue before pulling the shirt over his small head.

When Peter's head poked out from the shirt hole, Mr. Stark smiled down at him.

"There's my adorable boy," he chuckled as he pulled his son's small arms through the sleeves.

For the finishing touch, Mr. Stark even put white socks on his little feet.

Lifting him up from under his armpits, Tony pressed a large kiss against Peter's cheek. Which caused the boy to squirm a little bit.

"Baby, you're so cute," The man cooed, gently bouncing his baby up and down in his hands.

Peter couldn't bring himself to fuss as he suddenly felt drained.

The events of today began to take its toll on Peter as a large yawn suddenly escaped his mouth.

"Awww, are you getting tired, Petey?"

Another yawn escaped from the boy's mouth, giving the answer to the man.

Tony sat down on the chair, smiling down at Peter as the boy nuzzled himself closer to his chest.

Peter was making himself comfortable in Mr. Starks arm when he felt a kiss against his forehead.

"Thank you for giving me such a wonderful day, Peter. And an even better tomorrow," the man whispered above him before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, "Sleep now, baby. I'll see you in the morning,"

As the man began rocking him back and forth, Peter allowed his mind to wander.

Today had been a complete roller coaster.

It went from being a completely normal day to a total nightmare.

In the blink of an eye, he was snatched away from his life and thrust into a completely new one that he did not ask for,

Plus, Mr. Stark had already confirmed that he had no intention of losing him anytime soon.

As the boy began drifting off to sleep, a small part of him began to accept that this was his life now. That there was no way he was ever going to escape Mr. Stark, at least not in this form.

Maybe when he gets older, he can figure out a way to inform the world of who he really was. If they haven't given up looking for him that is.

Until then, he can only hope that Aunt May and Uncle Ben would be alright without him.

Before you think too much about it, the final sentence isn't a mistake. Ben is still dead, but Peter is forgetting that.

(And so it begins) Evil Smirk

I've been running low on ideas. SO! Feel free to drop some drabbles my way.