Peter's session with Dr. Wayne lasted longer than any of the previous ones. Long enough that Tony became concerned as he sat out in the waiting room. He eventually began pacing, despite the fact that he was sure it was a distraction to the receptionist. What was taking so long? He had paced himself over to the far side of the room when the door opened, and the doctor stuck his head out, looking for him.

"We're ready for you, Mr. Stark."

Tony crossed the room, entering the small office and looking for Peter, immediately – of course. If something was wrong, his son wasn't too worried about it. The boy was smiling, sitting in his boosted chair, cheerfully, and holding his Lego Batman in one hand.

"You okay?" Tony asked, brushing his hand along the boy's forehead, pushing the curls back as he sat down.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry it took so long," Wayne said, also sitting down. "We had a lot to talk about. You and Peter have had a busy week."

The billionaire nodded.

"That's true."

"Peter was telling me about Miss Potts – Mrs. Stark," he corrected. "And how happy he is that you two are married."

"So am I." he hesitated. "You don't think we moved to quick?" he asked – something that he normally would have asked without Peter in the room, but that he was suddenly worried about. "Should we have given him more time to get used to the idea?"

"I'm happy," Peter assured him.

"He's happy," Wayne echoed. "Are you going on a honeymoon?"

Tony smiled, relieved enough that he leaned back into the chair.

"Are you asking as Peter's therapist? Or because you want to sell the information to the first news network that comes along with a checkbook?"

That made the doctor smile, too.

"No. My curiosity is professional, I assure you. Although I do want to see the miniature Ironman suit that you made him, sometime. A picture of the two of you together? Leaked to the press? That would pay for my daughter's braces in and of itself."

"I'll send you one before the official photos get leaked," Stark promised. "Make yourself a lot of money, if you can."

He didn't mind; Pepper had already mentioned that it wouldn't be a bad idea if some photos of him and Peter were 'accidentally' leaked to the press – and Natasha and SHIELD had agreed. It would make sure people didn't get the idea that Tony was hiding his son, completely. And would remind people that Peter was a little boy, yes, but had powerful friends and family watching over him at all times.

"In answer to your question, we're not in a big hurry to go anywhere and were thinking we'd wait until summer – when Peter's out of school and can come with us."

"I imagine it's difficult, sometimes, to just get away."

"Sometimes," Tony agreed. "But a day trip out to the Avengers compound is always fun."

"Yeah," Peter agreed.

"Well, he seems to be doing fine," the doctor said. "Keep doing what you're doing as far as the dreams, and feel free to call me if you have any questions or concerns."

"I appreciate that."

Tony was liking Wayne more and more – and not because his father was named Bruce.

"I'll see you both next week – and see if Mrs. Stark can find time to join us, if she would. I'd like to have her input, at times."

"We'll do that."

Tony stood and shook the man's hand, while Peter slid out of the chair.

"Bye."

OOOOOOOOO

"Anything I need to know?" Pepper asked, watching as Peter munched on a cookie.

They'd been back from the psychologist appointment long enough for her to have set out a snack for their son, but not much more. She was making an effort to clear that first hour after the appointment from her schedule – just to make sure she was there if something needed to be addressed. It wasn't easy, especially on a Monday, but Peter was worth the effort.

"He's happy," Tony replied, also reaching for a cookie and looking pretty satisfied, himself.

"I told you I was," Peter reminded them both.

"It doesn't hurt to have a second opinion," his father said, winking at Pepper. "Finish your snack and we'll go to my workroom for a while until mom's ready to leave."

The boy smiled at the phrasing, but so did Pepper – although she didn't make a big deal out of it. They were trying to make it normal, after all, and that meant mentioning it without making a scene.

"I won't be too much longer," she promised. "Tell me what Dr. Wayne said."

While the two guys in her life told her about the appointment – and the after appointment conference, in Tony's case – they finished the cookies and had a little quiet time, together. It was a nice change of pace for Pepper, really, and she could understand why Tony enjoyed the time after school that he shared with Peter. She listened with all the care that she would give someone in a billion dollar meeting, with the only difference being that the presenter in those meetings never presented themselves in front of her for a hug before they left.

Pepper hugged Peter and then kissed his cheek and then kissed Tony, as well, promising that she'd call him when she was ready to go.

"Come on, son," Tony said, offering the boy his hand – which Peter took. "Let's go see how JARVIS is doing with the new suit."

Yes, he'd just finished a suit, but there was always bigger and better on the horizon, wasn't there?

"Okay."

Peter was always willing to spend time with Tony. He didn't care where. Spending it in the workroom? So much better!

Pepper watched them go, wiping the plate off before returning it to her desk. She smiled, thinking that Tony wasn't the only one who was more domesticated, and then pressed the button that would tell her personal assistant that she was ready to start their next meeting.

OOOOOOOO

Despite not being at school, Peter did still have homework. His Math teacher and art teacher had both uploaded assignments for him. When they returned home, Tony had him work on them at the table while he and Pepper started dinner (a frozen lasagna and dinner rolls) and then relaxed at the table so they could be close at hand if he needed help.

The math assignment was somewhat complicated, and Tony was quick to step in and explain what the instructor was looking for, but the art assignment was to simply draw a picture of something interesting that had happened over the weekend. It was the same assignment that the other students had been given, and it wasn't the first time that Peter had been assigned something like that. It wasn't to turn him into Picasso, Tony knew – and had explained to Peter. It was simply to allow him a chance to be creative.

Since he had plenty of interesting things to draw from the last three days, Peter set aside his completed math and went to fetch his crayons. The house was beginning to smell amazing as he drew the judge's office, all of the avengers, himself, Pepper and Tony. Each person was distinctive enough that the boy didn't need to actually label them, but Pepper went through each of them, anyway, just to be able to be part of the process.

"Are you coming in, tomorrow?" she asked Tony when Peter was sent off to put away the art materials and put his homework in his backpack for safe keeping.

"Yes. He'll go to daycare, and I'm going to work on the nanotech." He smiled. "I would let him help me, but he's determined that each little robot needs a name."

"Do they?"

"They're tiny, Pep," he said. "Really, really, tiny. And they don't actually exist beyond simulations, yet. They aren't going to get names. He'd be at it for months to name each one – and he'd never be able to tell one from the other."

"Does he know that?"

"Of course, he does." But he was a little guy and tender-hearted, even when it came to nanobots. "He'll probably figure out some kind of algorithm to name them, even if he's in daycare."

She smiled at that.

"Because he's a genius."

"That, he is." Tony moved to get a couple of potholders so he could pull the lasagna out of the oven. "Don't make any plans for us for tomorrow afternoon, though."

"Why not?"

"Because we're going to go see Ned's puppy."

They had been planning on meeting the new puppy on Sunday, but the whole holy crap we're going to get married thing had gotten in the way of that. Ned had been incredibly understanding, of course – and really excited for Peter – but they definitely needed to reschedule.

"Am I invited?"

"Do you want puppy breath and drool?"

"Yes."

"Then you're invited." He carried the lasagna to the table, and Pepper brought a serving spoon and the rolls, which were piping hot. "We'll go there straight from the tower."

"We could bring dinner," she suggested.

"Good plan," he approved.

"What's a good plan?" Peter asked, coming over to find his chair at the table, and smiling at them, cheerfully.

"We're going to stuff you full of food and then watch a movie," Tony told him. "What do you think?"

"That's a good plan," Peter agreed. "Pepper, too?"

"Of course."

Pepper smiled at that, too.

It was nice to be wanted.