I think I'm going to go with either Eve, Sara, or Samantha.

I just don't like any of the P names some have suggested, like Penny, Pheobe, Petra, ect. No offense intended to anyone with those names, but Penny reminds me too much of the clown from IT.

Petra and Pheobe just sound- blah to me. Persephone- I have to continuously look up just to spell. Plus I don't really think that it fits fem Peter all that much.

But I thank those of you who have suggested more names as well as the one's that I listed. Your input is appreciated. But I still haven't made my choice. I probably won't really reveal Peter's girl name until a few more chapters since only Bucky knows that she's a girl outside of Tony, Pepper, Happy, Ned and Rhodey. So that gives me a little more time to figure out her girl name before I put it in writing.

Steve, Bucky, Clint, Bruce and Thor remained awake long after everyone else had retired for the night, thinking. Even after everything that they had been told, it was still a little difficult for them to see Tony Stark as a father figure of any kind. Though Thor, was giddy as all hell to meet Tony's heir. Steve, while happy for Tony was still having some trouble wrapping his head around the mere idea of Tony becoming responsible for a young and impressionable kid, seemed to be willing to sit back and observe Tony and Peter interact together before he bothered judging the man's many, many short failings any further.

It was well into the early morning hours, sometime around seven thirty or maybe eight am when the door to the common room opened and the small, almost waifish form of the kid from the day before appeared in the doorway.

Any words that the men had been exchanging automatically fell silent as they turned their heads to stare wide eyed at the kid. After all it wasn't everyday that Tony adopted someone.

Tony's adopted son was shockingly small and waiflike. In fact for someone who was fourteen, the boy didn't have an ounce of muscle on his lean frame. Giving him an almost petite look to his build. Not only that but when he lifted a hand to rub at one of his eyes, Steve's eyes widened in alarm when he saw just how thin the kid's wrist was.

For fuck's sake- he could see his wrist bone jutting out from underneath his skin in a way that looked absolutely painful!

The boy was incredibly pale too.

When was the last time that he had eaten anything? Steve wondered to himself as everyone remained perfectly still so that they wouldn't startle the boy as he made a beeline straight for the fridge in the kitchen and upon reaching it promptly opened the door and began pulling out some stuff and setting it in the floor around him.

Curious everyone moved stealthily around the island separating the kitchen and watched as the kid systematically began emptying can after can of vanilla flavored Starbucks canned coffee. Setting the empty cans aside once he was done, he then grabbed five, two liters of unopened Crush grape soda and then began draining those as well.

Once those were done, he set them aside and grabbed a jar of pickles and popped the top and then grabbed some ice cream, left over pizza, a medium container of fried chicken thighs, some hot sauce and buttermilk ranch dressing and began to eat them.

It only took the kid ten minutes give or take to finish inhaling his food and lean back against the kitchen cabinet and just stared blankly ahead for several moments before one of them decided to even attempt trying to say anything.

"Um...are you okay there kid?" Steve asked after a moment or so of awkward silence.

Peter didn't respond at first. Which was both a little bit alarming as well as annoying. However he seemed to respond to Tony's voice when he heard it come from several feet away from the group of men clustered together like the old timey Scooby-Doo gang, around the kitchen island.

"Peter," Tony's voice sounded both weary and worried at the same time as he took in the scene before him for a moment. His sleep blurred sight barely managing to take in what he was seeing. "You okay kid?"

The kid banged his head on the cabinets behind him twice and Tony sighed before coming forward to push his way past the others so that he could check on the kid. Finally managing to reach Peter's side, he knelt down next to the kid and said gently. "I know what would cheer you up. How about I call Ned's parents and see if he can stay over for a long weekend, and we'll all lock ourselves in the lab and make things to blow up."

The boy looked at him blankly for a moment as Tony continued to ramble, "It'll be awesome! We'll stay up late, eat tons of ice cream and junk food- We'll have a root beer drinking contest to see who can drink the most without throwing up- you know I've gotten better at holding my own against you."

There was a soft snort as the kid looked away from Tony.

Maybe because the man's odd ramblings were somewhat amusing to the teen?

"Or we can just have Ned over, watch him geek out because of the others, count how many times he's going to faint as it happens, and the Cap will let you touch his shield." Steve made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, apparently not liking that his shield was being tossed into this weird and messed up negotiation with the boy as a bargaining chip.

However he said nothing since he knew that the boy was grieving.

If touching his shield would somehow magically distract/make things seem better for a little while for the teen, then he'd live with it. But he'd skin Tony alive with a dull spoon if the kid so much as scratched his shield's paint any.

There was another soft snort from the boy before he responded by holding up an empty coffee can and then opening and closing one of his hands in front of Tony's face six times. Tony seemed to understand and merely scrubbed his face with his hands for a second before saying, "Yeah, okay. More coffee. You know that your going to be jittery as all hell later right?"

The boy merely blinked at him and Tony sighed and wrapped an arm around the teen's shoulders and helped him up off of the floor as he said. "I'm going to have to literally peel you off of the ceiling later if you drink too much more coffee and soda. As much as I find you amusing when you're jittery- I've not yet had a real dose of you being as hyper as the energizer bunny on crack. So for the time being, you get two more sodas and three more coffees- at least until Ned gets here. Okay?"

Peter still said nothing. Though he did respond to Tony by leaning into him a little bit and resting his head on the man's shoulder as they disappeared from the room.

But not before Tony cast a apologetic glance over his shoulder at the others and mouthed, "Sorry."