Hey, ya'll. Prompt from TheLoversTheDreamersAndMe (Previously PilotArcher). Super fluffy one with Peter de-aged to a baby :D could be really cute. The interactions with him and wall the Avengers could be amazing.
I'm really looking forward to this one, thanks for the prompt. Enjoy! (Also, if the format is a bit wonky, it's because there were some issues getting it set up. If you can't read it all or something, PM me and I'll do my best to fix it)
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the Avengers.
"Bye Aunt May, I'll see you Monday, after school!" Peter called as he got the text that Happy was outside waiting for him. The Avengers (read: Tony) wanted Peter over for the weekend, and he was more than happy to accept. Sure, he had to say that he couldn't make the Decathlon meeting, but he didn't really need the practice, anyway.
Peter closed the door behind him and thought briefly of using the elevator. He quickly dismissed that thought and opted for the stairs. When he got down and out of the building, Happy pulled up beside him. "Hey, kid. Come on, Tony's waiting for ya."
Peter got into the backseat and with a smile said, "That sounds vaguely stalkerish." Happy rolled his eyes. This kid is something else, Happy thought.
When he got there, Peter dropped his stuff off in his room and went to the living room. Tony wasn't in there, but Clint, Natasha and Steve were. Peter figured he could ask Natasha because she was fondest of Peter out of the three. "Hey, guys. Um, do you know where-" Peter was cut off when Tony walked in the room. Well, that was easy. Peter thought. And he didn't even have the chance to embarrass himself in front of the group. Another bonus.
"Right there," Clint said, gesturing to Tony. Natasha shook her head.
"Hey, kid. You ready to get to work?" Tony asked, leading Peter from the room. Peter nodded, slightly wondering what accident will happen this time. It wasn't normal that something would blow up, ruin something or mess up Peter's homework, but it had still happened enough that Peter thought about it.
"There's a new project that I started, please don't mess with it. I don't know if it's completely stable yet." Tony pointed to a corner of the room where a big black box took up most of the space. Peter didn't really see what the big deal was, but he was still going to stay away. He'd learned the hard way not to mess with anything in the lab that he wasn't supposed to.
They were almost done with their respective projects when Peter realized he needed a tool. It would be easy to get it, but it was around The Box. Peter felt that something that was giving off such sinister vibes should be capitalized.
Tony looked up to see Peter staring intently at the corner. "Whatcha looking at?" Tony asked, making Peter jump.
"Oh, nothing, I just need to get…" Peter trailed off and gestured to the corner where Tony's project was.
"You can go get it, just be careful." Peter nodded and Tony watched intently as Peter walked carefully around it. Yes, Tony was the one who made it, but there were a few kinks he needed to work out. And he didn't know how bad it would be if they got jostled.
They had almost made it, but Peter accidentally turned too fast and ran into the table. There was a split second of panic, a flash of light, then it was over. In Peter's place was a child. Well, child wasn't the right word. Peter was already a child. This Peter was a baby. Who started crying. Great.
"Uh...F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony said, still staring at Peter, who was still crying. He had no idea how to take care of a baby. He could hardly take care of himself.
"Yes, boss?" F.R.I.D.A.Y said, making Peter cry harder.
"Send Pepper down here, please. Quickly."
When Pepper got into the lab, she saw Tony staring at a baby on the other side of the room. Pepper rushed over and picked up Peter and started soothing him. "What-wait, is this Peter?" Tony nodded sheepishly and started explaining.
After a few minutes, he ended his last sentence and waited. Pepper stared at him. "You didn't think to remove it from the room?"
"If I did that, then I would be the baby. At least Peter is closest to being a baby."
"Well, you need to figure out how to fix him because May isn't going to be happy." Pepper and May were good friends, and Tony knew that. His face whitened at the thought of an angry May Parker.
"I will. I can't have him in here though. He'd get hurt. Ask Clint to help. He has kids."
Pepper left with baby Peter and Tony placed his head in his hands. What did I do?
Steve was going to put some food in the fridge for Tony and Peter to get whenever they got hungry, but before he could, Pepper walked in and said, "Don't bother. Peter's here and I'll take some food down to Tony later."
Steve turned and almost dropped the plate. Pepper was holding a baby, who had Peter's face. "Yeah. That's Peter. There was a mess up with one of Tony's projects." Pepper said, tiredly. She would say that she's used to Tony's inventions not working, but this is much, much worse. Then turning to Clint (who was stuffing his face with Natasha beside him looking disgusted), "He told me to give Peter to you because you have kids."
Clint looked up, with his eyes wide. "I wasn't there when Laura was raising them! I had missions!"
"Take Peter. He won't be any trouble." Natasha said, standing up and taking the baby out of Pepper's arms. "Will you, my little паукмалыш?"
"What did you just call Peter?" Steve asked warily. Natasha had an unfortunate habit of concealing her curse words in Russian. The team had learned to say a variety of curse words in Russian that way.
"I called him my little spider baby." Natasha shrugged at their faces. "What? It's a term of endearment, but with spider in front of it. You have a problem with that?"
The team shook their heads and turned their attention to somewhere else. Natasha placed Peter in Clint's lap, making him groan. "I'm going to get Tony for this."
Later that night, after dinner, they were all in the living room, doing various things. Bruce had Peter now, and he was reading a book on quantum physics to Peter. The baby was hanging on to his every word. "Do you think Peter knows what he's talking about or what?" Clint whispered to Natasha. She shrugged.
Thor thundered into the room, obviously in good spirits. He had taken a trip back to Asgard for a few days. It seemed to have done him good. "My friends! I have so many stories to tell!" He was about to keep going, but he noticed Peter. "Who is this?"
Steve cleared his throat. "Well, Thor. There was a problem in the lab and now Peter is a baby. Tony's working on fixing it right now."
"That's Peter? He's so small! Your Midgardian babies are tiny!" He walked over to Bruce and Peter, then softened his voice. "May I hold him?"
Bruce looked from Thor to Peter to Natasha. She was by far the most protective of the group. "Yes. Be careful though." Natasha said, staring at Thor. Thor looked taken aback. Natasha's stare wasn't pretty.
"I give you my word, Lady Natasha. No harm will come to young Peter." Thor took Peter gently from Bruce. Natasha watched them closely, but she soon found that she didn't need to. True to his word, Thor was gentle. He sat down and started telling Peter tales of Asgard.
Pepper had gone off to get some work done, but she felt that she needed to check on Tony. Knowing him, he would run himself to the ground before admitting he needed to go to bed. She walked down to the lab, slightly surprised at the lack of music. Tony liked his music loud while he was working. He was really thinking this was worse than it was.
"Hey," Pepper said, knocking on the doorframe. Tony's head shot up.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Is there anything I can get you?"
Tony shook his head, then stared at the table. "I just want this to be fixed. How's he doing?"
Pepper walked over to him and looked at the table too. She didn't understand it at all, but Tony did. More or less. "He's doing fine. They're taking care of him. It's getting late. You should go see him." Then, seeing how Tony was torn, she added, "It'll do you good.'
He nodded, then followed her out, turning off the light.
The room was peaceful when they got up there. Tony's imagination had the place a mess, Peter crying and the rest of the Avengers hating him. But that wasn't the case. Thor was back from his trip, telling Peter what happened while he was there. Peter was sort of listening. He seemed more invested in Thor's beard.
"Hey," Tony said, walking into the room. Everyone turned to him. "I couldn't fix it, but Pepper told me I needed a break. Can I see him?"
Thor nodded, then turning back to Peter, he said, "I will finish my story another time, young Peter." He handed Peter to Tony, who didn't know how to hold him. Natasha shook her head and pushed Clint up to go help him.
"You have to support his head. He's still very young, but he can hold his head up, so he's around 4 months-ish. But still, support him." Clint looked over at Bruce to see if his estimate was correct. Bruce waved his hand in a so-so motion.
Tony sat down carefully with Peter. They stared at each other for a while. Tony finally looked away, towards Clint. "Is this normal? Did yours just stare at you until you felt uncomfortable?"
Clint shrugged. "Sometimes. It's how they process." Tony nodded slowly. Did Peter really not remember anything? If Tony couldn't get this figured out, then Peter will have to live his life all over again. May is going to kill Tony.
Around twelve, the group finally dispersed for bed. Peter, who had been asleep for a few hours, started stirring when they left the room. Tony placed a hand on his back and hushed him. Soon, it was just Peter and Tony. If Peter wasn't with Tony, he would've gone back down to the lab and worked all night. But he didn't. Tony adjusted himself so he was lying down on the couch and fell asleep.
Surprisingly, Peter slept through the night better than Tony did. Tony kept waking up to make sure Peter was okay and he wasn't hurt. That meant that Tony only got around 4 hours of sleep.
After a while, everyone made it down to the kitchen to eat. Natasha held Peter and fed him baby food that F.R.I.D.A.Y. had delivered sometime in the night. Tony was very grateful for that.
He quickly ate and went down to the lab to work. After a few hours, with no solution, Tony was tired and stressed. He just wanted to fix this, so he could have Peter back. Yeah, baby Peter was cute and whatnot, but he missed regular Peter.
Natasha rushed in just then. "It's Peter," she said. Then, seeing Tony's face, she added, "He's okay. He's back to normal now." Tony all but pushed past her to get to Peter.
When they got to the living room, Peter was sitting on the floor, with the other Avengers surrounding him. Peter saw Tony and quickly got up. Tony moved quickly to him and embraced him tightly.
"Oh. This is nice and all, but I can't breathe." Tony pulled back, keeping his hands on Peter's shoulders.
"How did it happen?"
"We don't know," Bruce said. "He was on the floor and Thor was going to go down there and play with him, but we weren't looking for a minute. We look at him and he's back to normal."
"Peter, do you remember anything?" Tony asked.
Peter nodded, bashful. "Yeah...everything." He laughed a bit at the look on Tony's face. Peter hoped that Tony knew that Peter wasn't going to tell anyone about the events that transpired the night before.
"Right. I think that I'll take us all out for lunch." Tony said, smiling at Peter. "Where do you want to go, Peter?"
They all turned to go, Tony pulling Peter closer to his side. He wasn't going to let go for a long time.
"I wish we could go to Asgard. We could have a feast. That reminds me of the time..." Thor continued talking, oblivious to the sighs and groans of his team while they listened to a story they've heard a million times. Well, except for Peter. He listened to every word.
Clint leaned into Natasha and muttered, "So it's not just a baby thing."
Thanks for the prompt! I had a lot of fun writing this. Prompts are still open for the time being.
-Pink Prickly Pears :)
