I'm back friends! Had a LOT of work to do before summer, but it's calming down, as I only have a few days left. This chapter isn't as long as I wished it to be, I'm working on giving you guys more in each chapter, but lets face it, it's been a while.

Now, one of my favorite authors, (LGBIGreyhound13 go read their stories they are AMAZING) gave me the idea, to reply to reviews in the AN's. So, if I don't get to you through PM, I will definitely answer you here, starting soon!

And for the guest who reviewed the other day, saying they like sickfics, I would definitely be using your prompts THANK YOU! They will be posted asap in my oneshot series, Here for You :)

Now onto the chapter!

Peter:

Peter awoke to the sound of pouring rain, splashing against the tower roof and pooling into deep puddles on the ground. Even with his enhanced senses, it was still somewhat peaceful. Until his senses started buzzing and lighting flashed, causing him to wince and throw the covers over his face. The blankets were warm, having been slept on all night, so that was at least a little comforting.

He hated thunderstorms with just about every fiber of his being. The rain he could handle, but the booming echoes of loud thunder left his shaking every time. And the lighting sent his senses haywire. One downside to being Spiderman. It was easier when he had May. He didn't even have to say a word, the second there was any sign, a small rumble of thunder or just really heavy rain, she would turn the tv to a low volume and let him curl up beside her on the couch, as she stroked his hair gingerly.

He sighed, knowing that was no longer an option, and never would be again, then proceeded to hide under his covers until Tony walked in. Peter noted that he hadn't knocked, though he wasn't entirely sure the door was ever shut in the first place. Oh well. It was just Tony. That thought felt so weird.

''Hey kiddo, you awake yet?'' Tony whispered, after coming closer.

''No,'' Peter mumbled in response. Another bolt of lightning struck, sending searing waves of pain to his head. He winced again, griping the blankets tightly and squeezing his eyes shut. He was already wishing he never woke up.

''You alright under there?'' Tony's voice was soft, as he spoke in a hushed voice, like he always did in the morning. Peter's ears followed each movement the man made, up until he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and gently tugging the blankets off his face.

Peter grimaced once the covers were off. The room wasn't bright, as the sun was currently hiding behind thick stormy gray clouds. But it was cold. He sat up slowly, pulling his knees to his chest and meeting Tony's gaze. ''What time is it?''

''Nearly nine,'' Tony answered, with a quick glance at the no doubt, very expensive watch on his wrist. ''I wanted you to sleep in a bit before I talked to you.'' Tony stood to his feet and reached for the desk chair, pulling it over and flipping it around before sitting, resting his arms over the back.

He wanted to talk? They seemed to be doing a lot of this whole talking thing lately. Not that he minded. It was nice to be able to talk to someone sometimes. Tony just seemed to understand him in a way that May or anyone else never could.

''Yeah, look I have some meetings I need to attend today; I can't miss these. Pepper's orders, and you know how she is.''

''Y-you're leaving?'' He tried so hard to hide the disappointment in his voice, but Tony seemed to notice anyway.

''I'm obligated for the eleven to one and there's a five to nine, I kinda really need to be at too. Everyone else will be here though, you can go hangout with Clint. You seem to like him a lot.''

Peter looked up, trying to decide if Tony was being genuine, or a little salty. ''Yeah? Or, maybe I'll just- unghh, hangout with Cap.'' His senses buzzed, all over, covering his arms in goosebumps, as he shivered. He knew it was coming, but he jumped anyway, when a quick flash of lightening light up the room, followed loud booming thunder that seemed to shake the whole sky. He threw his hands over his ears, and squeezed his eyes shut until it passed.

''Woah, woah, woah, hey,'' Tony shot up from his chair and moved to sit beside Peter.

''Sorry, I'm fine. It's just really annoying,'' he muttered, starting to calm down a bit again. Gosh, he really hated thunderstorms. He sniffed once before scooting closer to Tony, crossing his arms over his chest for both comfort and warmth.

''Annoying?'' Tony huffed, his eyebrows creasing in concern. ''Kid, you're like, in actual pain.''

''Only a little,'' he lied. It was definitely more than a little. Especially the lightening. Each strike seemed to send its own special wave of electricity through his body. Not fun. ''It's just the storm. It kind of messes with my senses. The loudness, the lightning flashes, those really mess with my head.''

''Your head? Is it the noise, or the brightness or both that mess with your head.''

''Well both. That and me and flashing lights don't really mix well.''

Tony nodded calmly. ''I can see that. I bet I can help you, if you just describe really well what it does to you. I've got the noise and brightness down; I can make you something for that. There anything else I should know about?''

Peter bit his lower lip and fiddled with the bottom of his t-shirt as he thought. He wasn't sure how exactly to describe the feeling it left him with. It was almost as if, there was a kind of buzzing sensation in his head. It didn't hurt so much as just feel... wrong. He opened his mouth to say that, but it was like time just skipped and suddenly Tony had one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin, gently pulling his face towards his own.

''W-what?'' He stuttered, not missing the deeper look of concern on Tony's face.

''You alright there? You kinda spaced out on me for a minute.''

''Uh huh. Sorry, that was weird.'' Peter rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and leaned forward into Tony, who smiled and wrapped his arms around him. Peter sat there for a minute, his forehead resting gently on Tony's chest. The arc reactor glowed softly in the gloomy dark bedroom. He stared at it for a minute, before closing his eyes.

''You okay?''

''Mhmm,'' Peter replied, without moving.

''You wanna go eat something before I have to leave?''

''Mmm.''

''I'm gonna need a little more than mmm, kiddo,'' Tony chuckled, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders and drawing him back a bit, so he could look at him. ''

Peter groaned in protest. He knew he was being needy, but he didn't care. ''You don't have to leave, yet do you?''

''I have time to make you something to eat if you hurry and get down there. The storm will be harder to hear from there.''

Peter doubted that. His enhanced hearing would be more than capable of hearing thunder this loud from any point in the compound. ''Can we stay here?'' Peter begged, twisting his hands together in his lap.

''You know I want to kid. But I've got work to do and you need to eat. I don't ever wanna see you passed out like last time again.'' Then after seeing Peter's very powerful puppy dog eyes, he added, ''Come out for breakfast, we can hangout for a little before I have to go. If the storms still bothering you by the time my first meeting ends, I'll come get you and you can go to the five to nine with me.''

''You'd let me go with you?''

''Why not? It's an SI meeting, so you could learn some things there. Plus, I'd like the company.''

''But, won't people think it's weird that you're bringing a random teenager with you?''

''Nah. I've thought about bringing you in before. Just never got around to it I suppose. We'll tell them that you're my personal intern and it's important to me that you're there to listen.''

Peter thought for a minute, letting it sink in, that Tony Stark had actually wanted to bring him to one of his meetings.

''In the meantime, will you please let me make you something to eat?''

''Can Cap make it?''

''Okay, I ignored that first little comment because you were quite visibly suffering. But-'' before Tony could threaten or make some sarcastic comment, the storm picked up. Wind blew harshly, soon followed by thunder, then of course as always, lightening.

Peter managed a small smirk in Tony's direction before pressing his hands against his ears.

''Alright, you win. But I'm still making you breakfast. Oh, and you're not allowed to speak to Steve today,'' Tony half joked, before asking Friday to dim to lights and standing to his feet.

''But what if he talks to me,'' Peter questioned, following Tony closely as they made their way to the kitchen.

''Give him the cold shoulder. Not a word from you to him for the rest of the day.''

''You're not actually serious, are you?''

Tony starred at him for a moment and for a second, Peter thought he was really mad. But then he broke into a grin and said, ''Nah, he's good to you, isn't he? Lot nicer than I am, that's for sure.''

''Stop it, you know I love you the most.'' Peter honestly expected some sort of cocky response, but instead Tony just smiled at him.

Everyone but Wanda and Bruce were already in the kitchen. Steve and Bucky were laughing and attempting to flip pancakes. One landed right on Steve's face and Bucky moved quickly, pouring a neat puddle of syrup on top, then spraying whipped cream all over it.

They all watched in amusement as Steve stood there, syrup and whipped cream slowly oozing down his face. Peter wasn't sure what exactly he expected to happen next, but it certainly wasn't Steve calmly licking a bit of cream off his lip and shrugging. Everyone, including Bucky was focused on his face, so no one saw him reach behind him.

The next thing they know, Steve's holding a fresh can of whipped cream. There was no time to react before he was spraying Bucky's face, eyes and all. After that. It was war.

Bucky blindly sprayed his own can, some accidently landing on Clint, who was standing close by. Clint was quick to reach for his own, tossing one to Peter and shouting ''Save yourself kid,'' as he ran out of the room.

''Where the hell is he going?'' Tony asked, seconds before the archer popped out of a ceiling vent and decorated the top of his head in the cold white cream.

Soon everyone had their own can, and no one was safe.

Rhodey went straight for Tony, leaving a thick pile of whipped cream on his face. Peter burst into laughter at the sight of Tony Stark, covered in the creamy topping. But his laughter was put to a stop almost instantly as he too was shot in the face.

So much for Spidey senses.

He was caught by surprise and ended up breathing in, sucking in the whipped cream through his nose and choking.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him, clearly concerned at the sounds the youngest was making.

But Peter, was fine. Okay, so his nose was burning a bit, but really he was fine. And to prove it, he raised his can and proceeded to spray it all over Cap's face, much to Tony's amusement.

From there on, everything went haywire all over again. Peter eventually had to duck under behind the kitchen counter for a quick breather when lightning struck again, along with more rumbling thunder.

He sucked in a deep breath, leaning back and resting his head against the counter wall. Closing his eyes, he sat there, breathing in and out slowly, trying to reassure his senses that he wasn't in any real danger.

''Hey buddy, that's really bothering you isn't it?''

Peter instantly recognized the voice as his father's. Wait? Father's? That wasn't right was it?

Yet it was. The second he heard the voice, there was an instant connection in his brain that just said... Dad.

Opening his eyes Peter looked up to the man, kneeling before him, head tilted and expression soft, though his eyebrows were creased into a familiar concerned way. Peter hated that he always made him worry. He didn't mean to be so... broken.

''Hey, it's okay,'' Tony comforted, coming closer and pressing his cold hands to the sides of Peter's forehead. Peter leaned in immediately to his cool touch, allowing it the calm his aching head for just a moment.

The shouts and laughter of the team members started to die out as a pair of light footsteps walked across the room. They stopped right in front of him, only this time he opened his eyes to find a young girl with a head full of flaming red hair crouched down in front of him.

Wanda?

''What's wrong with him.''

''His senses are just bothering him, he'll be okay,'' Tony explained.

Peter tensed as Wanda came closer, her eyes glowing a little, along with her hands.

''Woah, hey, let's maybe not?'' Tony interjected, not even thinking as he knocked her hands away.

''Relax tin man. I am not here to hurt your son. I can help, but I will have to touch him.''

Tony looked torn. He glanced at Peter, then Wanda, then back to his kid.

Peter watched as Tony fought whatever battle he was having in his head before finally moving aside, allowing the witch to do her work.

She moved in right away, placing her hands to the sides of Peter's head, just like Tony had. But her hands were even colder. He leaned in, senses instantly calming. In fact, all of him calmed. His mind went blank, as he starred ahead, fully relaxed and no longer in pain.

Tony:

Tony watched as his previously tensed up kid, melted into a relaxed state, pained expression dissolving from his face completely.

He felt stupid for not trusting Wanda. She had proven to be trustworthy at this point, obviously or she wouldn't be there with them. He couldn't help it though. He got a little paranoid about things when it came to Peter. His kid.

''What did you do?'' He asked after a minute.

''Took over his mind,'' she stated seriously. Tony starred at her. ''I'm kidding,'' she smirked. ''Well kind of. I did access his mind, and I've completely cleared it. Don't worry, it's all temporary. Everything will come back when I take my hands away. His senses however, will remain down until I lose focus.

''Oh,'' he said, not really knowing what to say. The girl was good. Really good. ''Do you think there's a way I could I don't know, test this? See if I could invent something that eases his senses like that?''

''I suppose it may be possible. He's not exactly aware of well, anything right now, do you want to help me lie him down?''

''On the floor?''

''Yes, if that's alright. It'll only be a moment, and I can see he felt safer down here then he did out there.''

Tony hesitated. It wasn't exactly that he had a problem with his kid lying on the floor, which he did just a tiny bit. But it was more he kind of just... wanted to hold him.

''Here let me help,'' offered Clint. Tony didn't even know when he appeared there, but he was grateful, because Clint lifted the kid just a bit, and placed him right in Tony's arms, which immediately wrapped around him.

''Hi buddy,'' he murmured, a smile forming as he held the kid, because that was all he wanted.

Clint:

Clint smirked as he watched Tony smile happily at the kid in his arms. Nat came and crouched beside him, leaning a head on his shoulder.

''He okay?''

''Yeah, little sensory overload. Dad's got it though, as you can see.''

Tony looked up at him and just smiled. No snarky comment or anything.

Clint and Nat shared a look, neither having ever seen the man this happy before.

It was nice. The man had been through a lot. He deserved to have people in his life that made him this happy.

What did you think of that fluffy moment? I personally really loved it 😀

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