AN: I know. I'm a day late. Adulting sucks and my back really hurts. Blegh. Finding a chiropractor that accepts my insurance is a pain in the neck. I just might say screw it and see an ortho. I saw one from the time I could walk until I was nineteen...sigh...Adulting really sucks. Moving forward. My tattoo is in the final stage of healing! Whoo! It still itches but it's a more bearable level now. My little Deadpool. I'm totes getting my baby Spider-Man! I swear on this! Moving forward. I've been reading the 1960's comics of Spidey and Aunt May just died...I CAN'T EVEN! NOOOOOOOOO! WHHHHHHHHHY! *wails* I'm such a sap. A hopeless sappy empath. *sniffs*...*wails again* Alright. Alright. I'm good. I'm cool. Just peachy. Moving forward. The babysitting saga is almost over! Then like Bucky and Peter, we'll hit the baby milestones and then move on to the toddler saga then after that, the story will pick up. All good on that plan? Awesome! Here we go! PS. If I can, I'll try to get Bucky and Peter's tonight! No promises though.
Mistakes? Curse you Grammarly. Flames? Thanks for the laugh.
Enjoy my Spider-Babies!
Babysitting Saga: A bird, a soldier boy, and a baby...oh my!
"Where's Petey? There he is!"
Peter giggled when the light blanket was removed from his head revealing his current caretaker. The blanket was flipped back over his head and then removed quickly.
"Where's Petey? There he is!"
Peter giggled and clapped his hands.
"Don't get him too wound up Sam. His bedtime's coming up." Rhodey said from the kitchen of his suite.
"Aw Rhodes, lighten up. I'm letting the kid get out the energy before bed." Sam said. "Ain't that right Peter Pan?"
Peter cooed sweetly and smiled.
"If you say so. Dinner's nearly done so get ready." Rhodey said. "FRIDAY, are you sure Peter's not ready for solids?"
"According to my scans and Dr. Banner's examinations, no. Peter is still a little young for solid food." FRIDAY reported.
"Really? He's teething." Sam asked picking Peter up and heading for the kitchen.
"Teething does not equal ready," FRIDAY said.
"She's got you there Sammy boy." Rhodey teased.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Ready for dinner little man?" Sam asked.
Peter cooed and stuck his tiny fingers in his mouth. Rhodey and Sam inwardly awed at the baby and his adorableness. The two Avengers liked taking care of the baby. To Sam, the baby was a like a little brother and to Rhodey, well he already made himself uncle and planned on telling Strange that when he got back. In fact, Sam and Rhodey were both sure every Avenger has self-proclaimed themselves as the baby's family. The two sat down at the table and plated their po'boy sammies and chips then Rhodey grabbed the bottle and Peter from Sam.
"Hey! Who says you get to feed the baby?" Sam asked.
"I'm the oldest and the favorite uncle. So I get to feed the baby." Rhodey said.
"I'm the big brother, and big brothers look after the baby brothers. I get to feed the baby." Sam argued.
The two argued for a few minutes before noticing that Peter and the bottle were gone.
"Oh shit! Peter! Peter Pan?! Where'd you go little guy?" Sam called.
"Petey? Come here, baby!" Rhodey called.
The two heard Peter cooing and looked up at the ceiling. There up above them was little Peter in a web-swing drinking his milk. The baby smiled at them around his bottle and rocked.
Sam and Rhodey panicked and decided they were going to have a serious talk to Strange when he returns, honestly, they forgot Peter was half-spider. The two got Peter off the ceiling and their heart attacks settled.
"Petey. You are something." Sam said.
Peter giggled.
Soon bath and bedtime came. Sam bathed Peter, splashing around with him then dressed him in his pajamas. Rhodey put him down for the night and sang an old lullaby to him. The two kept a very close eye on him as he slept.
They already had a heart attack, they didn't need another tonight.
Yes in this story and with the other, Peter has organic webbing. I've always liked that idea better than him making it...for some odd reason.
Until Next Time! Oh, Petey. You little devil.