Tony:

''Aren't you already?''

Tony let out a sigh of relief when he recognized the voice to be Clint's. ''Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were Peter.''

''What?''

Tony froze. That was no doubt Peter's voice. He forced himself to sit up, instantly wishing he hadn't as the look on Peter's face was enough to fill Tony with infinite buckets of guilt. ''Peter that's not what I meant-'' He explained making his way over to Peter. But Peter shrugged his hands away and ran towards the staircase.

''Kid, wait.'' Tony called, starting after him, but Clint grabbed his arm.

''Hold on a second,'' he whispered. Tony glanced back at the stairs to see that Peter was gone.

''What! What could possibly be more important than this right now! The kid probably thinks I'm mad at him or something.''

''Tony chill out.''

''How much did he hear?'' Tony asked, not listening to Clint at all. ''Did he hear everything?''

''He walked in right after you said that... you want to be his dad.''

Tony groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. ''What am I going to do now.''

''Tell him the truth.'' Clint shrugged.

Tony laughed, it sounded more like a bark than anything. ''I can't do that bird brain. I can't risk ruining everything we have. Barton, I love that kid more than anything in the world, I can't, I can't...''

''Hey calm down.'' Clint soothed, noticing Tony's growing panic. ''Maybe you should sit down for a minute, take some deep breaths.'' Clint wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulder and guided him towards the couch. ''Alright, you want me to get you some water or something?''

''Nah, just can I talk to you?'' Tony asked, feeling very vulnerable. He couldn't remember the last time he asked if he could talk to someone.

''About...''

''What would you do in this situation?'' Tony asked, fidgeting with his fingers. He paused when he remembered the way Peter sometimes did that when he was nervous.

''I'd go and talk to my kid. Tony I'm literally begging you just tell him.''

''Nope. Uh, uh, I can't risk that. ''

''Peter loves you Stark. Why would this change anything?''

''I'm just not ready okay?''

''Okay. It's your decision. But if you're asking me for advice, that's all I got.''

''Thank you, Clint.''

''Yeah, sorry I couldn't help.'' Clint apologized, backing into the elevator, that dinged and opened before he even pressed the button.

''Good evening Barton.''

Tony didn't even have to look to know who was speaking. There was no mistaking that deep yet oddly soothing voice. ''Rodgers.''

''Stark.''

''Is Peter okay? He ran into me in the hallway. Looked pretty upset.''

''Yeah, I may have said something, I didn't mean it, at least not in the way he thinks, but I said it.''

''Oh. You want to talk?''

''To you?'' Tony asked a bit uncertain. Sure, he talked to him about Peter before but something about this felt different. He didn't need perfect Captain America to tell him how much he screwed up.

Steve didn't wait for an answer. Instead he made his way over to sit next to Tony on the couch. ''We had a lot of fun with Peter today. Thank you for letting us take him out. I know you were nervous about that.''

''Why are you so nice.'' It was more of statement than a question. No matter the situation Steve remained calm and respectful. He never lost his temper, unlike Tony, who raised his voice more than he wished.

''Are you asking me a question, or is that a compliment?''

Tony starred at the Soldier. He hated to admit it, but he really did admire the man.

''Sorry, we were talking about you.''

''No, it's fine. What did you guys do?'' Tony asked, changing the subject.

''We went ice skating, your kid's really good. Like really good, I saw him doing a bunch of tricks. I could barely walk on those things. I did manage to get some pictures though,'' he remembered, pulling out his phone.

''I'm surprised you know how to take a photo.''

''Yeah, yeah. Look at this one.''

Tony scooted closer to Steve and leaned to the side. Once he saw the photo, he couldn't help but smile. Steve was standing to the side, griping Bucky's shoulder with one hand for dear life and holding the phone with the other. Rhodey stood on Steve's other side, arms crossed, and legs stiff. He was acting like he didn't want to be there, but Tony could tell from the gleam in his eyes that he was more than happy. Natasha was posing next to Clint, her leg pulled straight up into a perfect needle. Clint had an arm rested on her shoulder, as he smiled into the camera. Right smack in the middle was a beaming Peter. The photo had been taken at the exact moment he leaped into the air.

''Dang, I need to get that kid in a dance class.'' Tony breathed, taking in the kid's near perfect form. He was definitely talented.

''Yeah, there's more too. Want to see them?''

''Um yeah!'' Tony exclaimed.

''Alright, there's this one, I took during lunch. ''

''Hey, you've all got cheeseburgers.'' Tony noticed. The photo showed the entire group hanging out in a restaurant. They were all holding burgers, and something funny must have just happened, because Peter's head was thrown back, and his seat was tipped onto it's back legs, as he laughed.

''Yeah, that's what Peter wanted.''

''He's got good taste.''

''Here's a picture from the theater.''

This one had Clint jokingly covering Peter's eyes with his palm. It was the next photo that had both Steve and Tony laughing out loud.

Natasha and Wanda stood on either side of Peter, as he attempted to walk across the store isle in high heels. His legs were bent, as if he were in the action of falling, yet he was still grinning ear to ear.

''Looks like you guys had a lot of fun.''

''Yeah, he kept saying he wished you were there though. We should do this again, with you. And Bruce too.''

''We should.''

''That kid loves you so much Tony. Whatever happened I'm sure you'll figure everything out. It'll be okay.''

''Thanks Rogers. I really needed that.'' Tony said, realizing for the first time that he didn't need to be told what to do. He just needed reassurance.

''Anytime,'' Steve replied with a warm smile.

''I should probably go to talk to my kid.''

Steve nodded, patting Tony on the back as he got up.

''Send those to me.'' He requested, tapping Steve's phone.

''Of course.''

...

Peter:

Peter sat up crisscrossed on his bed, his curls were frizzed as he had originally been laying down, until there was a knock at his door. He was tempted to stay laying down and refuse to answer. But something about Tony's tone, had him slowly sitting up. ''Come in.''

''Hey buddy.'' Tony spoke softly, his voice gentler than usual. Or maybe this was usual now. ''I just wanted to let you know that-''

''It's okay Tony. I get it,'' Peter interrupted.

''What?''

''Sometimes I need a break from myself too.''

''Peter that's not what I'm-''

''But I can't really take a break from myself, because it doesn't work like that. I'm sorry if I was being annoying, or, or something. I'm really sorry, Tony I don't like it when it your mad at me. ''

''Peter! Kid, I don't want a break from you. I'm not mad at you at all. Come here.''

Peter crawled into Tony's open arms, instantly melting into his soft embrace.

'' Look, me and Clint were talking about something... private and I was just startled when I heard your voice. I swear that's it.''

''O-oh.'' So that's what happened.

Tony gave Peter a sideways glance. ''Are you okay?''

''Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I'm- I'm fine.'' He wasn't. At all. He knew Tony was telling the truth, he could tell. That wasn't what he was worried about.

''Okay, I can tell somethings up.''

Yeah, I have to plan a whole dang funeral for my last living relative, and I have no money, or any idea how to deal with this physically or mentally. ''Just, nervous about the date.''

''Oh.''

''Mhmm. I guess I should text Mj.''

''Guess so.''

''Tony?''

''Yeah?'' Tony asked, holding his breath. Peter thought he saw him cross his fingers, before he hid hid hand from Peter's view.

This is your job. You have to do it alone. ''Um, never mind.'' Peter shook his head and pulled out his phone.

Hey, you want to like grab some dinner or something tomorrow?

Are you asking me out?

Yes?

Is Thai okay?

No. No, thai was definitely not okay. But Mj didn't know anything about May's death, so he couldn't exactly tell her no, could he?

Yes! Thai sounds great

Alright! I'll see you tomorrow, maybe we could hang out at that park like a block away from the restaurant

Sounds good to me, 7:00 okay?

Sounds good to me

Okay, goodnight Mj.

Night, Peter.

Okay, that's taken care of. Peter let out a breath of relief, before it struck him that he was only doing this so he could lie to Tony.

Clint:

''Guys, we hung out with the kid for a day. One single day. And now look at us.'' Natasha gestured dramatically to everyone else in the room.

''He's adorable!'' Steve exclaimed.

''I love him so much, he's like a little puppy.'' Clint admitted.

''I'd die for him.'' Bucky voiced.

''I'd kill for him.'' Nat replied.

''Woah, that got really dark, really quick.'' Rhodey remarked.

''No kidding.'' Wanda, smirked. ''But you have to admit, he is pretty cute.''

''I don't have to admit anything.'' Rhodey objected. ''But I want to. That kid is precious, and I swear to do anything and everything in my power to protect him. And I'm only saying this because I want too.''

''I'm really glad we have him here.'' Steve commented.

''He's really changing Tony.'' Clint observed.

''Yeah, he is.''

''I'm just here to watch Tony give him the talk.'' Rhodey blurted.

''Didn't you just call him precious and vow to do anything and everything in your power to keep him alive?'' Wanda asked?

''Yes, but only because I wanted too.''

Hey! Sorry, not much happened in this chapter, the next one should be more interesting. Please review! Love the reviews from the last chapter so much! You guys are amazing!

I've got several oneshots ready, so expect to see that series posted soon!