I'm so sorry, it's been forever! I didn't forget about this! This chapter is not my best work, but I just needed to get it out and over so I could move on. The next update will not take as long. The story actually doesn't really have a plot, so if you have any suggestions PM.

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Peter:

The next few days went by in a blur, and before he knew it, it was Sunday night. He slept most of the weekend, waking up only to eat, a few times a day, but every time he woke up, the room was still full of Avengers. Even Clint had stayed for the weekend. Star Wars was playing on repeat, whenever he was awake.

''Hey, you up?'' Tony asked, noticing Peter's eyes were open.

''No.'' He replied, rolling onto his stomach and burying his head into the pillow. Tony walked over to him, and put a hand on Peter's back, tilting his head slightly.

''You okay?''

''Mhmm.''

''Just tired?''

''Mhmm.''

''Alright, think we can get some food in you?''

''Not hungry.''

''Yeah, I know, but you still got to eat. Can't have you passing out again can we. Alright tell you what, I'll get you whatever you want, it doesn't even have to be healthy. I just need you to eat something.'' Tony bargained, pulling Peter up into a sitting position. ''If you could eat anything in the world right now, what would it be?''

He thought for a minute, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. ''Oranges.''

''What? Are you being serious?''

''Yeah. May would always buy them when I was sick. It was the only thing she could get me to eat.''

''Okay... Steve you're on grocery shopping duty. Oh, and by the way, Wanda is stopping by for the week tomorrow. Her apartment got infested or something.''

''Alright, I'll be sure to pick some stuff up for her. Anyone else need anything?''

''Trail mix.''

''Toothpaste.''

''Tampons'' Nat added.

''What are tampons?'' Steve asked.

''How old is he again?'' Nat laughed.

''Very old. I'll get them for you.''

''Thanks Clint.''

''You guys really want to talk about this around the kid?'' Rhodey asked.

''Why not?'' Peter asked. As awkward he was, this was something he could handle without so much as blushing. Okay maybe a little blushing.

''Yeah why not. He can handle it, he's a big boy, remember?'' Tony joked. ''Okay, Steve you're taking Clint with you. Bucky you're staying here, don't worry your boyfriend can survive forty-five minutes without you.''

Steve gave a lighthearted laugh and left with Clint, to the grocery store. Tony turned back to Peter and gave him a soft smile. ''How are you feeling?''

''A lot better than yesterday.''

''Good. I'm hoping to see that old Peter soon, it's been too long.''

Peter smiled. He had missed him too. And for the first time, since the phone call, he felt like he was back in his own body. Like he could control himself. ''Thank you, Tony.''

''For what?''

''For everything. You didn't have to do any of this.''

''Hey! Look at me. I love you. Okay, you're not just some random charity project, you're my kid. Of course, I'm going to take care of you.''

Peter couldn't help but smile as those words. His kid. He was Tony's kid. Despite his complete happiness, he couldn't help but feel a bit restless. He had been lying on the couch for the whole weekend, and even though he still wasn't feeling a hundred percent, he really wanted to get up and move. ''Tony? Am I allowed to like, get up?''

''Where exactly do you plan on going?'' Tony chuckled, sitting down next to the kid.

Peter sighed. He hadn't thought about that. It hadn't even crossed his mind, that he would have to go somewhere, he just wanted to move. ''I don't know. It's been days since I've left the couch, and weeks since I've even left the tower. At this point, I could care less where, just as long as I can get up and move.''

''I didn't think about that. How about tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere. You've still got a bit of a fever there, and don't even say you're not tired.''

''But Tonyyy, I feel fine.'' He whined.

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but instead of making some sarcastic comment he softned his voice, ''You want to drop the act, and tell me how you're really feeling?''

Sighing in defeat, Peter laid his head against Tony's chest. ''I don't feel good.'' He whispered.

''Bruce, would you get me that bottle on the counter? It's full of red liquid. Yep that one, thank you.''

Peter watched as Tony poured some of the strong liquid into a small cup and handed it to him. He felt a little childish drinking colorful medicine in a tiny cup, but he was glad Tony hadn't made him pills, as he had always had trouble swallowing them.

''I know that doesn't help much, with your crazy metabolism, but it's better than anything I could've bought.'' Tony, explained, taking the cup from the kid's shaky hands and setting it aside on the coffee table, in case he needed more later. ''What can I do bud?''

What he really wanted was for Tony to hold him and tell him he loved him again. He longed for the man to brush his hair back gently, and... just talk to him. Talking to Tony, always seemed to calm him down.

''Peter.'' He coaxed tapping on the top of his head. ''Can you just talk to me?''

Peter took in a deep breath. ''I just... can you...''

''Can I what Pete?'' Tony pressed.

Peter opened his mouth again, before giving up on words, and instead grabbed Tony's arm and wrapped it around his middle.

Tony hesitantly pulled Peter closer, then without thinking began brushing his hair back, causing Peter to sigh. ''You really like that, don't you?'' Tony asked grinning. ''I love you.''

Smiling, Peter replied, ''I know you do.''

Tony:

Tony rolled his eyes.

Both boys seemed to have forgotten that there were other people in the room as well. All of which were watching them, curiously. They had never seen the man show so much affection to anyone before, except maybe Pepper.

''We're back! Did you miss us?'' Shouted Clint from the hallway. Then remembering that Peter was still not feeling well, he lowered his face. ''Hey, we're back. We got the oranges, stuff for chicken paprikash whatever the heck that is, and some other stuff.'' He said while handing a bag to Natasha.

''Aw you got me chocolate too!''

''Yeah it's the one you like.''

''Thank you, Clint.'' She smiled and pulled one of the bars of dark chocolate out of the bag.

''I'm going make dinner, just wanted to see how Peter's doing.'' Steve explained. He too was growing on the kid.

Peter gave a thumbs up from the couch. Tony had to stop himself from telling him to sit up, actually look at Steve and give him a verbal response. He wasn't his dad. That wasn't his job.

But wasn't it? Peter was his now. His kid. But did that make him Peter's dad?

''What should we do now?'' Clint asked later that night, before taking another bite of his

''I have an idea. Why don't we watch one of those Star Wars movies?'' Natasha suggesting, a smirk playing on her lips.

''Again? Really?'' Grumbled Tony. He wasn't really angry; he would watch Star Wars a thousand times with Peter if that's what he wanted him to do.

''Yeah why not? Unless you don't want to.''

''No, no its fine. I'll put one on.'' Tony replied. He didn't even realize he was doing it, but a few minutes into the movie he had started quietly muttering the lines to himself.

Natasha smirked at Clint who scowled and discreetly handed her a wad of cash. To his surprise she smiled and offered him a piece of chocolate. One down 15 to go.

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