Tony left the building and went off in his suit to go find Peter. He searched New York for hours. No sign of the boy anywhere, Tony thought of calling May to ask if she had heard from Peter, but Peter's phone was smashed so he had no way of contacting her. Tony was at a lost, he veered to the right and made his way back to the Tower.

Whatever was bugging the boy must be serious because whenever Peter does this he doesn't stray too far from the Tower because he usually wants to be found.

It's his strange way of asking for help and comfort without admitting he just want it in the first place. Tony sighed when he dropped onto the platform of the penthouse.

He'll come around, he'll be back. Tony told himself.

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Peter swung through the city until he found a rooftop that was covered with a 2-level greenhouse. He dropped down and started walking through the various plants.

Tony was his dad. How was he supposed to look at him the same ever again? Did Tony even know? His mom, from what he remembered, was too kind to keep something like that from his fat-Richard.

And Aunt May knew. She knew and never told Peter. He was old enough to know, he deserved to know. He's been around Tony for almost a year now, why didn't May tell him?

All of those school events where kids were surrounded by parents and Peter was alone because May could get out of work...all the academic awards he's won with no one cheering him on in the stands...

When Uncle Ben died Peter accepted he would never have that father figure in his life. He was obviously bad luck seeing as both potential fathers had died during his time with them.

Peter didn't deserve Tony, if they ever crossed that line into father and son Tony is going to die. It's what happens. The people Peter cares too much about end up dying. Every. Single. Time.

He wasn't going to tell Tony, he couldn't. As long as Clint and Natasha don't say anything Tony will never hear that he has a son.

Peter sat on the rooftop and a was curled under a table in the green house when he heard Tony fly over, he wrapped his hands around his knees and buried his face. Evening hearing him gave him anxiety. What will happen now, will anything be the same? Tony knows Peter too well, he will know something is up.

Peter stayed like that for another hour and decided he should probably get home, it was getting late and Tony was probably worried sick. He picked himself off the ground and swung off of the building.

When Peter got to the penthouse he noticed the tv was turned on but muted, Tony was sleeping on the couch and there was take out on the counter with Peters name on it. Peter walked in and tried to be as quiet as possible. He put the food in the fridge and curled up next to Tony on the couch.

This is my dad, I am sitting next to my biological dad.Peter thought to himself. He felt his eyes sting with tears and quickly shoved his face into Tony's side. This caused the man to stir and open his eyes.

"Pete?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded but didn't remove his head, he didn't know if he was crying and he didn't want Tony to see him if he was.

"Too much?" Tony asked. That was their code word for whenever Peter has a sensory overload.

Peter felt pathetic, he was fine. Physically his senses were fine, mentally he would be fine, but he couldn't let Tony know how he felt. So, Peter nodded and tried his best to not feel too guilty.

"Friday, you know what to do." Tony said and started to comb his fingers through Peters hair.

"That's why you ran off wasn't it? You know going out into one of the loudest cities on this planet probably didn't help your currently situation, right?" Tony whispered to the boy.

Peter let out a tiny giggle and smiled into Tony's side.

"Ah, I made you smile. Means it can't be too bad right?" Tony said.

Peter stayed silent and took in the dark room and his comfortable position.

Tony didn't comment on his lack of verbal responses, it was normal for Peter to not talk if he was having a sensory overload.

"Try to sleep, I won't leave you, I promise." Tony said and leaned more into the couch.

And Peter did, he fell asleep to his father's steady heartbeat, feeling guiltier than ever.

The next day Peter tried his best to act natural, he laughed at Tony's jokes and told stories about his friends and school. The only time Peter freaked was when they were in the lab and Friday announced that May Parker was calling.

Tony looked at Peter with question in his eye, "What did you do Underroos?"

Peter gulped and stared at Tony as May's voice rang through the room.

"Tony? You there?" She asked.

"Yes May, how can I help you on this fine day?" Tony asked with a smile.

"What? You are okay? Peter is okay?" She asked with confusion lacing her voice.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't we be?" Tony asked back.

"Well… Peter seemed so distraught last night, he was so angry I would have thought you'd take it harder than him honestly." May said.

"Me? What? I mean yeah it was rough at the beginning, but we took a breather and worked through it, I wasn't overwhelmed or anything." Tony said.

Peters heart was rapidly beating, Tony and May were talking about opposite things and they didn't even know.

"Well…alright then. I am truly sorry I never spoke of this before, I didn't mean to let you deal with this alone…that wasn't my intention. Maybe Peter should stay with you a little bit longer. I know I get back tomorrow but I think this will be good for the two of you." May said.

"Ah…okay? That's fine with me, Pete? You good with that?"

Peters head whipped up and he slightly nodded his head, what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't say no…

May and Tony said their goodbyes and Tony turned to Peter, the look of puzzlement was on his face.

"Does she really think I am uncapable of handling you during an overload? How rude, I am awesome at it."

Peter nervously giggled and turned away from Tony before Tony could read far into his expression and mood.

This was going to be a long few days.