Just as predicted Harry and Steve rushed over first thing the next morning to check up on Peter. Harry checked Peter over while Steve stood nearby talking to Tony and Bucky about what happened. Jamie was simply fascinated by the cast on Peter's arm.

"Mum, can I have a cast?" Jamie asked as he poked Peter's arm again.

"No!" Harry cried out. Taking a deep breath, Harry ran his fingers through his hair. "Honey, having a cast means that Peter hurt himself badly. On top of that, he can't properly use his arm for the next six weeks."

"Oh," Jamie nearly jumped across the room in his haste to get away from Peter. "I'm sorry Peter. I didn't know it was an owie."

"That's okay Jamie," Peter wrapped his broken arm around the boy's shoulders. "It doesn't hurt too much right now. We just need to be a bit more careful."

Jamie looked at him suspiciously making the adults laugh. "If, you're sure. You'll let me know if I hurt you right Peter?"

"Yes Jamie, I promise."

"Why don't you two go play or watch some TV while I cook us all some breakfast," Harry suggested. The boys immediately headed for the couch, already asking Jarvis to pull up their cartoon.

They were able to watch an entire episode before Harry called them to the table. Steve, Bucky, and Tony were already sitting around the table helping themselves to coffee and tea. Jamie and Peter took the empty seats across from Sarah's highchair.

"I meant to ask," Harry said as he placed another plate of food on the table. "How did you do on your history paper?"

Peter froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. Needing a moment, he pushed the food into his mouth and waited until he swallowed before answering. "Oh, it was alright. Mr. Morita gave me an A."

"You must be very good at writing fiction," Steve joked earning himself a bun to the face.

"Don't throw food," Harry scolded.

"So," Tony said pushing his plate away. "We didn't have a chance to tell you our important news. Our application to foster Peter has been approved. He now lives with us."

"That's wonderful," Steve reached over and squeezed Peter's uninjured arm.

"Peter, would you mind helping me with the dishes?" Harry asked when everyone was done eating. "Are you happy with this Peter?" Harry asked when he had the boy away from the others. "It's alright if you would rather have another home. No one will be angry with you."

Peter smiled at the pregnant man. It's cute that he believes I would tell him what I'm thinking. Since when does an adult care? "No, this is nice. I like it here." Not a lie. Peter thought with a smile. I do like it here. Dr. Stark and Sergeant Barnes are nice.

Harry watched Peter with a knowing eye. It was clear to him that Peter had been abused and wasn't likely to trust the adults in his life, not yet anyway. Yet, Harry knew his brothers would do everything in their power to look after this boy and earn his trust. Perhaps I'll mention something to them, and make sure they know to take it slow with Peter.

As the day progressed Harry was unable to find time alone with either Tony or Bucky. Harry was getting anxious watching Peter without being able to speak to his brothers. Biting his lip, Harry decided he had to take extreme measures. "Buck," he said as he sat next to his brother in the living room. "Caithfidh mé labhairt leat. Tá sé tábhachtach." (I need to talk with you. It's important.)

Bucky was immediately on guard. "Céard atá mícheart?" (What's wrong?)

"Is é Peadar é." (It's Peter.) Harry admitted softly. "Cuireann sé i gcuimhne dom nuair a bhí mé an aois sin. Sílim gur baineadh mí-úsáid as. Níos measa ná an méid atá glactha againn cheana féin. (He reminds me of me when I was that age. I think he's been abused. Worse than what we've already assumed.)

"Fuck. An bhfuil tú cinnte?" (Are you sure?)

"Chomh cinnte agus is féidir liom a bheith." (As sure as I can be.)

Bucky sighed and looked at Tony and Peter. "Cad is féidir linn a dhéanamh?" (What can we do?)

"Bí comhsheasmhach. Bíodh a fhios aige go mbeidh tú ann dó is cuma cén." (Be consistent. Let him know that you will be there for him no matter what.) Harry smiled at his brother and switched to English. "If you're ever in doubt, just think of what Mum would do."

Bucky laughed and nodded his head. "That I think I can do."

"Today I am sending you all home with a permission slip. We will be visiting the University Biology labs at the end of this week." Mrs. Cole told them Monday afternoon in Peter's last class. "Also, this trip does have a fee of forty dollars. You need to have your permission slip signed and returned to me with the fee by Thursday."

Peter looked down at his permission slip and sighed. He would have to get Bucky to sign it, no one would believe him if he handed in a permission slip with Tony Stark's name on it. maybe I could get Harry to sign it, Peter thought as he stuffed the form into his bag before throwing the bag over his shoulder. Should be a fun trip though. I've always wanted to see what the biology labs are like. SI doesn't have much for biology labs.

Heading out of the classroom Peter headed for his locker, only to be slammed into the wall of lockers. "Hey Penis," Flash Thomson drawled. "You actually think that whatever poor slum the government is paying to keep you will let you go?"

"Go away Flash," Peter sighed.

"What? Didn't you read the permission slip Penis? This trip costs money and there's no way you can afford it." Shaking his head, Peter pushed himself off the lockers and began walking away. He knew there was no point in arguing with Flash. Unfortunately for him, Flash didn't want to let his victim go and pulled Peter backwards by his bag. "Where do you think you're going Penis?"

"Everything alright here boys?" Principle Morita asked giving Flash the stink eye. He knew the boy was trouble but so far hadn't been able to prove it. Every time Thomson had gotten in trouble the boy's parents had used their money to get him out of it.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiled at his favourite teacher. "Flash and I were just talking about the field trip."

"If, you are sure. May I suggest that you get moving Mr. Thomson? Mr. Parker, I would like a word with you if you don't mind." Morita guided Peter down the hall to his locker. "I hope that you would come to me if you were being bullied. On another note, I have received the paperwork for your new foster home. First, congratulations on being moved into a good home. Second, may I suggest that you have another guardian sign your form?"

Peter laughed, "yeah. I was thinking about that already. No one's going to believe it if I hand in something signed by Tony Stark."

"Very true," Morita chuckled. "I would like to speak to your foster parents at some point. If you could let them know, and have them call me, so we can arrange a meeting. There is no rush, I know that you only just got moved in. Take a bit of time to get settled first, but I would like to speak with them before the end of the school year."

"Yes sir," Peter gulped. The last thing he wanted was to bring Tony and Bucky to meet his principal. Morita had been trying to get Peter to admit he was being bullied since the beginning of the school year.

"Excellent," Morita nodded at Peter. "You have a nice evening and I'll see you tomorrow."

Taking a deep breath, Peter shoved his books into his bag and then headed out to the car he knew as waiting for him. "Hey Happy!" Peter called out as he jumped into the back of the car. "How was your day?" Peter continued rambling until Happy closed the divider wall. Sighing, Peter relaxed back into his seat. Okay, I distracted Happy enough that he won't tell Dr. Stark. Now I just need to figure out how to get someone to sign the permission slip while not telling them that my principal wants to meet with them…and I can't lie to save my life. Great.

Arriving back at the tower, Peter got out of the car and headed for the elevator Jarvis had waiting for him. "Hey, Jarvis."

"Good afternoon young master. How was your day?"

"It was alright, I guess. I have a field trip coming up."

"Am I correct in assuming that you will not be getting Sir to sign the form?"

Peter laughed, "yeah. No way a permission slip signed by Tony Stark will pass with my teacher. I was going to ask Mr. Barnes to sign it for me."

"A good idea. Shall I alert Sergeant Barns that you have need of him?"

"No, that's okay Jarvis. If you could just let me know where he is, I'll head there and ask him."

"Both Sergeant Barnes and Sir are in the penthouse kitchen."

"Thanks, Jarvis." Peter shot a smile at the nearest camera. A moment later the elevator doors opened onto the penthouse floor.

"Hey, Underoos!" Tony called from the kitchen island. "Perfect timing, Buck here just finished making cookies."

"Awesome," Peter dropped his bag by the elevator and made his way over to the kitchen and pulled up a bar stool beside Tony.

Bucky passed over a plate of cookies with a glass of milk. "How was your day?"

Peter shoved a cookie into his mouth as he shrugged. "It was okay," he said once his mouth was empty. "I have a field trip coming up."

Tony perked up "oh? Where to and when?"

"The University biology labs, this Friday. But I need a permission slip signed, only Dr. Stark can't sign it."

Both adults laughed. "Yeah," Tony nodded. "I guess that would be suspicious if your teachers don't know."

"Give me the slip and I'll sign it for you," Bucky told the boy. "Is there anything you need for this trip?"

Peter rubbed one arm and looked down at the now empty plate. "Um, yeah…there is a forty-dollar fee."

Tony just waved him off, "is that it? No problem."

"Do you even have cash?" Bucky laughed.

"Well, no," Tony shrugged. "But I have time to get some."

"Don't worry about it, Doll," Bucky laughed. "I have some cash. I'll give you the forty to cover the fee and a bit more so you can buy lunch or anything else you might need."

"Oh no," Peter quickly shook his head. "You don't have to do that."

Tony reached out and grasped Peter's shoulder. "Yes, we do. It's part of being your guardian. We pay for your school, clothes, food, and anything else you might need or want. So, when you have a field trip, we will give you some extra cash so you can get things for yourself."

"We're going to the university," Peter shook his head. "They're not going to have a gift shop."

"No," Tony agreed. "But they do have a bookstore."

Instantly Peter perked up. "The bookstore. I completely forgot about the bookstore."

Bucky laughed and shook his head, "you two are such nerds."

"You are one to talk," Tony poked his husband in the side. "I've seen you reading through my old textbooks. You are just as much a nerd as we are."

Bucky picked up his glass and took a sip. "I plead the fifth." He held out the near-empty plate of cookies. "What do you two want for dinner?"

"I'll make pasta," Tony offered as he took the second last cookie.

"Can I help?" Peter asked eagerly.

Tony reached over and ruffled the teen's hair, "'course you can. Finish your cookie, put your bag away then come back here and I'll teach you my Nona's recipe."

After passing over the permission slip, Peter took his bag to his room. The rest of the night was spent in the kitchen learning a pasta recipe from Tony and then a surprisingly easy dessert from Bucky. Even after eating, the three men stayed in the kitchen talking until Bucky noticed how late it was and sent Peter to bed.

Friday came and Peter was a little excited to go on the trip. Tony had given him a credit card and told him to go nuts at the bookstore. Bucky had given him some cash for lunch and anything else he may want to buy. Peter had to stop himself from laughing at the over-eagerness of the two men. It almost seemed like they were more excited about his trip than he was.

Thankfully, for Peter and what little sanity he had remaining, Happy was the one who drove him to school in the morning. Mostly because they had to be at the school early to catch the bus and neither Tony nor Bucky were morning people.

"Peter!" Ned called from his spot in line for the bus. "Hey! Are you as excited as I am? This is going to be awesome."

Peter could only just laugh at his friend's eagerness. "Yeah. Today's going to be great."

And the morning was. Their tour of the campus was wonderful. The tour guide was funny while keeping everyone on task and contained. Lunch was taken in one of the many cafeterias. It got even better after lunch as they toured through the working labs. Peter was nearly bouncing in place as they were led into the labs.

The first few were interesting, but somehow a letdown to Peter. It was neat and something he hadn't seen before, but the labs here didn't hold a candle to the ones in the tower. Both Tony and Bruce had taken him down to their labs and shown him around a couple of times. Compared to the labs in the tower these looked like something that belonged in a high school.

They were walking through the arachnid lab and Flash was tormenting the girls by jumping out at them. "Knock it off Flash," Peter scolded.

"What are you going to do about it Penis?" Flash pushed Peter into one of the displays knocking it over.

"Mr. Parker!" Mrs. Cole cried out. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Cole," Peter said quietly. Putting his hands down to push himself up, Peter felt a pinch on his right palm. "Ouch!" Pulling his hand up to look at it, Peter couldn't find anything there other than a small red mark. Shrugging it off Peter pushed himself upright.

"Are you alright?" their tour guide asked with concern. "Did you cut yourself at all?"

"I'm fine," Peter reassured them. "I'm sorry about the displays."

The guide just shrugged it off. "Don't worry about those. We were getting rid of them anyways. We can't use them again."

"Why not?"

"They were displays for the spiders we were studying. Unfortunately, the spiders were slightly radioactive, and we can't get the displays clean enough to use with anything else."

Peter paled a little and looked back at the broken glass. "Oh."

"Not to worry," the guide chuckled. "The radioactivity isn't harmful unless it gets into your bloodstream, even then the levels are so low it may only show as cold-like symptoms that abate within a week."

"That's good," Peter tried to laugh it off. Deep down he knew that the little red mark on his hand was going to change his life, he just didn't know how much.

"How was your field trip?" Tony asked the moment Peter stepped out of the elevator. Beside him, Bucky was laughing and shaking his head.

"It was good," Peter admitted. "Though I think you have spoiled me for other labs."

Tony laughed. "Yeah, my labs are some of the best on the planet." Tony noticed Peter rubbing his hand. "You okay there Underoos?"

Peter looked confused. "Oh, right. Yeah, I don't know what happened."

Bucky held out his hand toward Peter. "Let me see." When Peter gave him his hand, Bucky looked it over and poked it gently. "Looks like an insect bite. You should be fine. If it keeps bothering you, there is some Afterbite in the bathrooms. Now, what do you two feel like having for dinner?"

"Why don't we work together and make a stir-fry?" Tony offered. When the other two agreed the three men headed for the kitchen and enjoyed a quiet night together.

Saturday morning found Peter curled up in his bed sweating and feeling like death warmed over. Groaning he forced himself upright and made his way to the bathroom. It took all of his energy to head back and collapse on his bed.

"Sir?" Jarvis interrupted Tony and Bucky in their morning shower. "I apologize for interrupting, but I feel it is necessary to inform you that Young Master Peter is not well. I have scanned him, and he has a fever."

"Shit," Tony cursed and rested his head on his husband's chest. "Okay, thanks, Jarvis. Can you let Bruce know and ask him to come up as soon as he can?"

"Of course, Sir," Jarvis said.

While they waited for Bruce to come up Tony and Bucky got water, ginger ale, crackers, and an ice pack and brought their supplies to Peter's room. "Hey there kiddo," Tony said softly. "Jarvis said you weren't feeling too good. We've brought you some things." Peter groaned as he tried to roll over and face the two men. Lowering himself onto the bed as gently as he could, Tony helped the teen roll onto his back and propped the young man up with pillows.

Bucky's phone rang, making Peter try to hide his face. "Sorry," moving quickly Bucky headed out into the hall. "Hey Stevie, what's up?"

"Sorry to bother you, Buck. I just wanted to let you know that Harry collapsed this morning. I called Severus and Granddad, and they've checked him over. He's doing better but they want to put him on bed rest for the rest of his pregnancy."

"Fuck," Bucky cursed. "He's not going to like that."

"No," Steve agreed. "They want to keep him in bed for the next week or so, then give him another exam and see how he's doing. Hopefully, he'll just be put on a relaxed form of bed rest."

"What would that entail?"

"Harry would be allowed to walk, but only on the main floor. I will have to carry him up and down the stairs and he's not allowed to do any cooking that requires him to stand for longer than five minutes."

"What about the baby?"

"Granddad says the baby is fine…"

"But?"

Steve sighed. "I'm worried Buck. Ma had the same issue when she was carrying me. What if this means the baby is born with my health issues?"

"Then we'll deal with it," Bucky quickly reassured his brother. "It's not the thirties anymore Punk. There are treatments for all your illnesses now. It's not that big of a deal."

"Right…yeah."

"I'd come over but Peter's sick."

"Is he okay?"

"Not sure," Bucky rubbed a hand over his face. "Jarvis told us Peter had a fever a few minutes ago. We're waiting for Bruce to come up and look him over."

"Keep me posted on Peter and I'll keep you posted on Harry."

"Yeah. You look after yourself as well Stevie." Hanging up Bucky slipped his phone back into his pocket before heading back to Peter's room. While he had been talking with Steve, Bruce had arrived and was currently looking the teen over.

"So?" Tony asked when the three men stepped into the hall. "How is he?"

Bruce sighed and shook his head. "Honestly, I'm not even sure why he's sick. Colds and cases of flu don't just pop up like this, not when it's this bad. While it is bad, Peter should have no problems bouncing back. Make sure to keep him hydrated and comfortable. If he can try to get some soup into him, but don't force it. Call me if he gets worse or if he's not better by Monday."

"Thanks, Bruce," Bucky shook the doctor's hand and walked the other man to the elevator. Once Bruce was on his way, Bucky headed back to where his husband was staring out of the windows, wrapping his arms around the other man. "Peter will be okay. Bruce will make sure of it."

Tony leaned back into his husband. "Who was on the phone?"

"Steve. Harry collapsed, he and the baby are okay, but he's been put on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy. Steve's worried that the baby might inherit his illnesses."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

By Monday Peter was feeling fine. In fact, he was better than fine, better than he had ever been. He could see and hear everything. Which turned out wasn't all that great if what he could hear coming from down the hall was anything to go by. Getting up, Peter quickly made his absolutions and headed for the kitchen. He couldn't believe how hungry he was. Peter spent a few hours scouring the kitchen eating almost everything he could find. Even when Bucky and Tony came in and began cooking a full breakfast Peter's stomach needed more.

"How are you feeling this morning, Peter?" Bucky asked as he checked the teen over.

"Much better," Peter admitted. "Hungry."

Both men laughed. "Yeah, I understand that," Tony said. "I remember being so sick while I was at MIT I couldn't eat for days. When I finally felt better, I was starving and ate for nearly an entire day. Scared my Platypus with that one."

Bucky nodded in agreement, "it's the same for me after a battle, and even worse if I've been injured. The serum demands a lot of fuel."

Breakfast was a quiet affair and thankfully neither man questioned the amount of food Peter was inhaling. After cleaning up his dishes Peter went to gather his school supplies and headed for the elevator. "Peter are you sure that you are well enough to attend school today?" Jarvis asked with concern. He scanned Peter when the teen had woken and discovered something had changed within the boy.

Peter smiled up at Jarvis' closest camera, "I'm fine Jarvis, promise."

"I've taken the liberty of installing myself on your phone," Jarvis said quietly. "If you should need me, I shall be there for you."

"You're the best Jarvis," Peter waved at the camera as he entered the elevator. It was early enough that Peter decided he wanted to take the subway to school. While Tony and Bucky preferred that Happy drive, Peter, they also understood wanting some independence. It had been a compromise, if he was running early, and he kept his phone on him, Peter was allowed to take the subway to school.

Heading to the station Peter winced as his ears were assaulted by the sounds of sirens. Normally, the sounds of the city didn't bother him, yet today it felt as if red-hot pokers were digging into his skull. As the ambulance sped by its flashing lights hurt Peter's eyes. Trying to cover his eyes, Peter stumbled into an alley and fell against the building.

What is wrong with me? Even his thoughts seemed too loud. Breathing heavily, Peter tried to figure out what to do. Part of him wanted to run back to the tower and tell Tony and Bucky what was going on. However, a bigger part of him still didn't fully trust adults. Pushing himself up, Peter forced himself to continue toward school.

Reaching the subway entrance Peter paused and looked down the stairs. immediately he was assaulted by the sounds and smells. There's no way I can take the train. Sighing, he turned around and started walking to school. It took much longer to walk to school and by the time he reached school, Peter had already missed first period.

"Dude!" Ned exclaimed when he caught up with Peter at their lockers. "Where have you been!"

"Shh, not so loud!" Peter held his head in his hands.

"Sorry," Ned whispered. "Are you okay Peter? You don't look so good. Maybe you should head home."

"I'm fine," Peter tried to reassure them both.

The rest of the day followed a similar pattern. Peter took some of his painkillers at lunch, trying to get rid of the pain in his head, but it never went away. After his last class, Peter darted out and headed to his locker as quickly as he could while his brain felt like it was going to explode. He threw books into his bag, not bothering to check any of them.

"Good afternoon Mr. Parker," Mr. Morita said from behind him startling Peter.

"Mr. Morita," Peter gasped out. "Sorry, you just startled me."

"I apologize for startling you. I just wanted to check and see if you have spoken with your guardians about our meeting yet?"

"I mentioned it but they're pretty busy right now."

"I understand. If you could remind them about it, I just want to speak with them before the end of the school year. Have a good evening Mr. Parker."

Peter leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees as he tried to get his breathing under control. Turning around to grab his back, Peter froze when he saw his locker door. It had been crushed…in the shape of a hand. "That's new."

He had never been so thankful for Tony and Bucky's overprotectiveness in sending Happy to pick him up. There was no way he would have survived the long trip back to the tower.

"Jarvis," Peter said quietly after closing his bedroom door. He had arrived at the tower to find both Tony and Bucky had been called away and were unlikely to return before dinner.

"What can I do for you young master?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

Jarvis thought on the subject carefully. He and Harry had spoken not long after Peter had come to live in the tower. Harry had told Jarvis his thoughts about Peter's abuse and how he needed to be able to trust Tony and Bucky. Jarvis thought it should also apply to himself as well. "So long as it does not endanger yourself or others then yes, I will keep your secret."

Peter felt himself relax and sighed in relief. "I think something happened to me on that field trip. I crushed my locker door. Can you…can you check me over but not tell anyone?"

"For now, yes, I will keep your secret, but I encourage you to tell Sir and Sergeant Barnes. If you would stand in the middle of the room, I will scan you. If we need to test your blood it will have to be done in Sir's lab."

"Thanks, Jarvis," Peter stood in the middle of the room and watched as Jarvis' blue laser scan washed over him. When the lights disappeared, Peter began pacing the room, trying to calm himself down. He was so worked up that when Jarvis called his name, he jumped…and landed on the ceiling.

"Well…" Jarvis said after a moment. "That is new."

"Um, Jarvis," Peter looked over at Jarvis' nearest camera. "I think I'm stuck."

Peter was sitting in history class trying to keep his head down. After his WWII paper, and the accident during the field trip, Mrs. Connor kept a closer eye on Peter and his work. His grade kept going down, no matter how hard he tried. It was made worse for him that Mr. Morita kept trying to help. The principal continued to ask about Peter's work and that he wanted to speak with Tony and Bucky.

A vibrating noise broke through Mrs. Connor's lecture. Turning, Mrs. Connor glared at the class. "Whoever's phone that is, it better not happen again or there will be serious consequences." Without another word, she turned back to the board. Not a moment later the vibrating noise returned. Peter didn't think he had ever seen Mrs. Connor move so quickly. "Who's phone it that!"

Peter could feel his phone vibrating in his back pocket and was panicking. The last thing he needed was Mrs. Connor catching him with his phone going off. Yet it went off again, this time right as Mrs. Connor was walking past him. "Mr. Parker," she scowled down at him. "Is that your phone going off?" She didn't give him a chance to explain. "Take out your phone."

Hand shaking, Peter pulled out his phone. Immediately he noticed that he had two missed calls from Harry and as he stared at the screen, he received a text message from Jarvis.

9-1-1! Answer immediately!

A second later his phone began to ring, and the screen showed that Harry was calling again. "I'm sorry Mrs. Connor. This is an emergency and I need to take this."

"If you answer that phone Mr. Parker you can consider yourself out of my class."

Putting the phone up to his ear, Peter grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. "Hello?"

"Peter?" Jamie's voice shocked Peter. "I don't know what to do! Please help?"

"Jamie? Hold on, take a breath, and tell me what's wrong." In the hall, Peter ran into Mr. Morita and gestured to his phone and put the call on speaker.

"It's mum! I think the baby's coming! Dad's gone on a mission, Uncle Tony and Uncle Bucky are with him and I can't get any of the grandpas to answer. Sarah's screaming and won't calm down. I don't know what to do!"

"Okay hang on Jamie. I'm on my way." Hanging up Peter glanced at his principal.

"I think you need to help your family Peter," Mr. Morita assured the teen. "Don't worry about your classes, I'll make your excuses and I'm sure Ned will get your homework for you. If you need to look after your family for a couple of days, then your absence will be excused."

"Thank you, sir." Peter gave the man a quick smile and then raced for the door. Once he was out of sight Peter pulled on the spider-man outfit he and Jarvis had come up with and launched himself into the air. It would be faster if he swung over to Brooklyn. While he had never been to Steve and Harry's house, Peter knew where they lived as both Steve and Harry made sure of it.

It only took Peter a few minutes to swing to Brooklyn, unfortunately, he had to stop and take off his Spider-man outfit as there was no building tall enough for him to swing from. Instead, Peter ran as fast as he could. Due to his newly enhanced body, it only took him a few minutes to reach the house on Stratford Road. Peter didn't bother to knock, instead, he just burst into the house. "Jamie!" he called out.

"Peter!" Jamie rushed into the living room and crashed into the older boy. "You're here!"

Peter knelt and pulled the boy into a hug. "I'm here. It'll be okay. I'll go up and check on your mom and Sarah. Why don't you run over and see if your granddads are home? If you don't get an answer within two minutes, come right back. understand?"

"Okay Peter," Jamie pulled himself together. "I'll be right back." Without a glance backwards Jamie raced out the door leaving Peter behind.

Taking a second to gather his wits, Peter pulled out his phone. "Jarvis?"

"What can I do for you, Peter?"

"Is there a way for you to get in touch with Harry's other doctor?"

"I'll see what I can do," Jarvis reassured Peter.

"Jarvis?" Peter bit his lip feeling unsure. "Is there any news about the team?"

"The Avengers are currently in the midst of battle, and it would be dangerous to interrupt them. I will alert them the moment it becomes safe to do so."

"Thank you, Jarvis." Putting his phone away Peter headed upstairs, trying his best to ignore the odd things throughout the house. Reaching the top floor, Peter froze wondering what to do first. Should he check on Harry or Sarah first? Deciding it would be best to check on little Sarah, Peter went into the nursery. "Hey there little one," he said softly. "What's wrong?"

Sarah pulled herself up by the bars of her crib and made grabby hands at Peter. "Ma ma ma."

Feeling nervous Peter picked Sarah up and cuddled her. "I know you want your mom, but you gotta be brave for a little bit. Your mom's not feeling so good right now and your dad's off saving the world. Jamie should be home soon, and he'll be up to look after you. Will be okay if I go and check on your mom?"

The little girl rubbed her face with a hand and nodded. Smiling, Peter kissed her forehead and lowered her back into the crib. After a quick look around the room, Peter grabbed a stuffed Bucky Bear and passed it to her. "I'll come and check on you as soon as I can, okay?"

When he was sure she would be okay, at least for now, Peter headed across the hall to the master bedroom. "Harry?" Peter called as he opened the door. "It's Peter. Jamie called me."

"P-Peter," Harry groaned out. "Where's athair and granddad?"

"No idea. I sent Jamie over to see if his granddads are home and Jarvis is trying to get in touch with your other doctor."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tossed his head back against the pillows. "That's…good."

"Harry!" Severus burst into the room looking panicked and dishevelled. "Merlin. When did the contractions start?"

"Last night sometime. I just thought they were just cramps, only these didn't stop. Oh, fuck! Sarah?"

"Lucius has Sarah and Jamie. He's also contacted, Theodore. Where's Steve?"

"Sudan or maybe Sokovia. I'm not sure," Peter answered. "There was a call to assemble two nights ago. Tony said they might be a few days. I asked Jarvis to contact them, but he said it was too dangerous, and that he would let them know as soon as he could."

"Thank you, Peter," Severus smiled at the boy. "Do you mind staying? I may need some help." Peter looked between the two men panicked but he nodded. "Good. First, I need you to run to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then fill a bowl with ice and bring it up here. If you need assistance, ask Lucius."

Nodding, Peter rushed down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. He filled the kettle without issue but paused when he noticed the stove. It wasn't electrical and it didn't look like gas. If Peter thought about it the thing looked like it ran on coal.

"Do you need assistance, Peter?" Lucius asked from behind him.

"Oh!" Peter jumped in surprise. "Lucius, I didn't hear you. Um, yeah. Severus said I needed to put the kettle on, but I can't figure out the stove."

Gently, Lucius took the kettle from Peter and placed it on the stove. "Leave this to me. Is there anything else Severus needed?"

"Right…a bowl of ice."

Lucius was tempted to simply pull out his wand and summon the ice, but he could see that Peter was having a hard enough time already and he didn't want to overwhelm the boy. Instead, he opened the freezer and grabbed the container of ice chips Severus had insisted be kept there. "There are bowls in the cupboard next to the sink." Once Peter had gotten the bowl, Lucius filled it with the ice chips. "I shall bring up the water when the kettle has boiled. Can you also let Severus know that I was able to get in touch with Theodore and he is on his way."

"I will. Thanks for the help," Peter quickly headed back up the stairs. "I've got the ice," Steve said softly as he re-entered the room. "Lucius said he would bring up the water when the kettle has boiled and that he got in touch with Theodore who should be here soon."

"Thank Merlin," Harry said heavily. While Peter was gone, Severus had transfigured Harry's pyjamas into a hospital gown.

Not a moment later Theodore came bursting through the door. "Hadrian! Are you all right? I came as soon as I heard." Coming around the bed, Theodore reached out to check on his grandson. "Don't worry about anything, we'll get both of you through this."

As the contractions began to worsen the two healers shifted Harry around on the bed and ordered him to push. Peter wasn't sure how long there were at it, but it didn't seem to be working. Harry was going pale while the sheet under him was becoming alarmingly red.

"We need to get him up," Theodore called out. "It will be easier to push from an upright position." Reaching for his wand, Theodore quickly transfigured a coat into a birthing stool. "Merlin, I wish Steven was here, he could just lift Hadrian."

Peter stared at the stool for a moment, not quite believing his eyes. Hearing Theodore talk about Steve jolted out of his revive. "I can lift him," Peter told them. He wasn't about to keep his powers hidden if they were needed. Reaching over Peter looked at a panicking Harry and didn't bother to ask, instead, he just lifted the man and carried him over to the stool. If either Severus or Theodore thought it odd, they said nothing about it.

"Good," Theodore nodded approvingly at Peter as he conjured another regular stool for Peter to sit on. "Sit behind Hadrian and wrap your arms around his chest…yes just like that. If he needs to Hadrian can lean against you and hold your hands."

Peter shifted to better support Harry as the other man leaned against him while offering his hands. "Don't worry about squeezing too hard Uncle Harry, I can take it, promise." Harry was in too much pain to argue with the teen, just taking his hand and squeezing hard.

"Alright Harry," Severus knelt in front of his son trying to keep the worry off his face. "We need you to try and push again."

"Athair," Harry panted. "I'm scared. I want Steve."

"I know love," Sev ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "He'll be here soon. We just need to focus on getting this little one out of you. They are eager to see you. Unfortunately, they are too far into the birth canal so we cannot perform a cesarean. I'm sorry." Harry tried to shake his head, but he was too weak.

"Have an ice chip," Theodore offered Harry a small piece of ice with a smile. "Take a moment Dear One then we shall continue." Harry leaned back into Peter, taking the ice chip while trying to catch his breath. When he was ready, Harry gripped Peter's hands tightly and sat slightly forward. "Good," Theodore encouraged. "On the next contraction, I need you to push."

Gritting his teeth, Harry began pushing again. A small part of him was certain that this was it for him. That he would die bringing this child into the world. He could feel his body and magic weakening, but he held on needing to make sure that his child would live.

I know I should apologize for the cliffhanger...but I'm not going to lol.

Again, let me know if you have any suggestions/things you want to see happen. I do have some plans for Peter, Tony, and Bucky. There will probably be some flashbacks in future chapters further explaining how Peter became Spider-Man.