Hey, thank you so much for all the reviews I'm glad you are enjoying my fic. It has been pointed out to me that mummy is not used in America but I didn't know if mommy was a thing so I just ran with mummy, once Peter is a teenager again he uses mom. Also I have zero experience with children so I know Peter probably isn't acting like a three year old, I just pulled the age out the air to be honest. Hope you enjoy this chapter, thanks again for the reviews.

-EmptyFridges

Peter woke up confused, he had never woken in such a comfortable place before and there was a strange weight over him stopping him from getting up. He whined lowly in his throat and tried to wriggle out of whatever was holding him down but couldn't help freezing when a voice spoke up right behind him. "Pepper…not now…it's too early…five more minutes"

He knew that voice! The boy turned over and smiled widely seeing his dad still asleep behind him, he seemed to have mumbled his complaint half asleep and gone straight back under. Well Peter couldn't have that, he was awake…why wasn't daddy?

Tony swore to himself in his mind, what was Pepper's problem? He was still exhausted so it couldn't be the morning yet…what could she possibly want? He groaned audibly when a hand began poking him which he tried to sleepily bat away. The man froze when the only response was a high-pitched giggle…that certainly wasn't Pepper. He peeled his eyes open to see a small finger mere millimetres from his eyeball. "Peter if you dare poke me in the eye you will be in trouble." Tony couldn't help the snort that escaped him when Peter pulled his hand back as if burned with a squeak. "Go back to sleep, Pete it's not time to get up yet."

Peter looked up into his daddy's eyes confused. He was awake and now daddy was awake, of course it was time to get up.

Tony sighed as he looked at the boy now half lying across his chest. "Pete…it's not time to get up yet, mummy's still asleep." His words just earned him a confused look, "Pete you know we do what mummy tells us, mummy's the boss, and she's asleep so it can't be time to get up yet." Honestly not his best work but he had barely been awake a minute and had only had four hours sleep across the last two days, luckily that seemed to be enough to convince the toddler cuddling him who immediately stopped moving. "Go to sleep Peter Pan" he mumbled already halfway back to sleep himself as he kissed the boy's curly hair fondly.

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The next time Tony awoke he felt considerably more rested. Peter was still lying across him his head resting on his chest where the arc reactor once sat, with his mouth wide open. Tony wrinkled his nose when he saw the line of drool leaking out the boy's mouth onto his own bare chest. A chuckle to his right tore his eyes from him.

"He definitely got that from you"

Tony snorted at her words but couldn't really deny them. He reached his free arm out to pull her close and immediately gave her lips a peck. Then another, he was just leaning in for a third when a hand smacked him in the face. Hard.

"Oww. Peter what the hell kid." He immediately regretted his words when Pepper pinched him, hard, luckily the kid didn't seem to have been paying too much attention.

"Ewwww….no….daddy stop ewwww…..mummy" The boy said covering his eyes childishly as he pouted.

He looked at the suddenly very awake boy on his chest with an eyebrow raised. "What's ewww Pete?" he couldn't supress his snort of amusement as Peter made kissy faces at him. "Is me kissing mummy disgusting?" At the boy's nod he moved quickly. He rolled over careful not to crush the boy in his arms so he was leaning over Peter who now couldn't move due to Tony's arms boxing him in. He leant down and planted a kiss on the boy's nose receiving a groan from the boy. "Is this ewww Pete?" He did it twice more laughing before he blew a raspberry onto the child's belly which had been exposed by all his wriggling pulling his pyjama top up slightly.

Peter started laughing uncontrollably as his daddy's goatee tickled his stomach. His legs kicked wildly as he tried to get away.

"Daddy! Stop! Mummy help." He laughed loudly his childish giggles reverberating round the room.

Pepper couldn't help but laugh, Tony was in his element and she didn't think she had ever seen Peter act so carefree, it felt right.

"Still ewww Petey?"

"No…no… not ewww Daddy…not ewww" he gasped.

Tony stopped and leant over to kiss Pepper again earning another groan from the boy below him. "Right c'mon, breakfast time." he cried jumping out of bed and pulling Peter into his arms. He grabbed a shirt from his drawer as he left the room. He sure wouldn't mind waking up to this every day.

"Pancakes!"

"You bet Peter Pan"

Tony placed Peter down on his usual chair in the kitchen which now had a small booster seat on it so he could actually see over the top of the table and grabbed the boy a cup of orange juice and a straw. He didn't think the boy would need a sippy cup but he also didn't want to have to clean juice up, plus kids loved straws.

"T'anks daddy."

Tony smiled at his son as he ruffled his hair before grabbing the ingredients for pancakes smiling when Pepper walked into the room now fully dressed. She joined him and within minutes the family of three were sitting around the table eating breakfast. He couldn't help but marvel at how domestic it was as he and Pepper chatting about work and turned to check on their kid every now and then.

Once everyone had finished Pepper collected up the plates and washed them while Tony wiped their child's face which was covered in juice from the blueberries. She sighed regretfully, she didn't want to leave them but she had meetings that couldn't be missed, she had rescheduled some of them or delegated but the three she had today were important. She kissed her fiancé when he lifted his head to look at her then pressed one onto Peter's head as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Peter looked up when his mummy kissed him confused. He reached his arms up towards her smiling as she pulled him close.

Pepper smiled as she held Peter on her hip, to be honest picking him up was probably a bad idea it would now be even harder to leave him even if it was only for a few hours. "Hey Petey-baby." She said to gain his attention. "I need to go to…" Before she could continue Peter tightened his grip on her and whined, she looked at Tony for help but he simply shrugged having no idea what to do either. "Look at me baby. I'll be home later, you can play with daddy all day while I'm gone okay? You'll have fun without me." She said bouncing slightly in an effort to calm the boy.

Tony's heart twinged at the sight but he knew Pepper had to leave and soon. "The sooner mummy leaves Bambino the sooner she can come home." He tried to tell the boy in order to console him but he still sobbed into his mum's shoulder. Sighing he slipped his hand between the child's stomach and his fiancée side and took the child from her. Pep herself looked close to tears, how did people do this? He felt like a monster. He kissed her lightly as he continued bouncing their son whose tears were soaking through his shirt. "Just go Pep, he'll be fine." He assured her as she kissed the child's head once more before leaving.

He moved the child so they were chest to chest, Peter's legs wrapped around his waist, his head underneath his own chin. He rubbed soothing circles into his back as he walked around the room still bouncing the child and humming. "Sssh Pete, c'mon calm down baby. Mummy will be home I promise, how about we get dressed and make her a present."

After several more minutes of pretty much begging on his part the child stopped crying at last and he carried him through to dress him, Peter could walk but he was being really clingy and honestly he didn't want to deal with another meltdown so soon.

He quickly dressed the boy…after letting him choose his clothes of course, he didn't want another mess like yesterday and got himself ready for the day. "What do you want to do Petey?"

"Toys?"

Nodding Tony followed the boy into the living room where they had put a toybox full of toys acceptable for three-year olds, he hadn't actually looked in it himself but he was sure Pepper knew what she was doing. He sat himself on the couch and watched as his son opened the box and began to pull things out, he took his StarkPad out and opened his emails looking up at Peter every thirty seconds or so to assure himself the boy was fine.

Peter quickly found action figures of the Avengers and grinned to himself but couldn't help feeling sad over the lack of Spiderman. Oh well he could just be Spiderman he supposed. He set up his toys and sat on the floor making fighting sounds as they fought the giant dinosaur figures he had found in the box.

Tony couldn't help the sad smile that grew on his face as he watched his boy play, he had the Avenger's as a team, it was only a child's imaginary game but it still made his heart twinge. As much as he felt betrayed by Rogers he still missed them, although Nat and Bruce living just downstairs helped and Thor was due to visit in the next few days, hopefully with a cure for Peter. He went back to his emails answering the most important ones and forwarding some on to Pep, why people still emailed him about things that were clearly CEO matters was baffling.

"Daddy. Play?" Peter said after a while pulling on his dad's trouser leg to get his attention.

Tony smiled down at the cute child and put down his tablet, "Okay Pete, who am I?"

"I-on man silly!"

"Of course baby, sorry." He took the Iron Man toy and joined his son in attacking the dinosaurs unable to stop himself from laughing when Rogers got hit with the dinosaur's tail and Peter threw him across the room. They continued playing for a while longer until they defeated the dinosaurs and Peter's stomach rumbled.

Tony immediately felt guilty, it was day two of looking after the child and already he had forgotten to feed him. "C'mon Bambino time for some lunch. Let's put your toys away. How does PB and J sound?"

Peter grinned and ran towards the kitchen but was quickly caught by his dad and pulled back. "Not so fast baby, toy's away first." Peter stuck out his bottom lip but his dad simply ignored it and stared back at him.

After almost a minute Peter sighed and grabbed his toys, ugh why did he have to put them away what if he wanted them again? He knew that look on his daddy's face though and did not want to be in trouble so threw his toys in the box then threw his arms up so his daddy would lift him up.

"You are so lazy underoos." Tony told him as he lifted him onto his hip with a laugh, he gave the child some apple slices to crunch on while he prepared lunch one handed. Within minutes he placed the boy on his booster and sat in his own chair so they could eat. Watching Peter eat was hilarious, the boy seemed to miss his mouth as often as he managed to eat and he couldn't help but laugh as the boy looked at him his whole lower face covered in jelly.

Once they'd eaten he wiped Peter's face clean again and took him back into the lounge. "How about we watch a movie Bambi?" At Peter's grin he grabbed some blankets and settled down on the couch with the toddler tucked into his side. "What shall we watch Pete?"

"Toy Stowy daddy?"

"Good choice baby."

He had been unsure whether three-year olds needed naps but considering Pete fell asleep within half an hour he thought that was probably answer enough. He pulled the boy closer to himself and soon found his own eyes drooping. God kids were exhausting.

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Tony felt cold all of a sudden and his eyes snapped open in confusion. Had he been asleep? Why was he asleep on the couch? Looking at the floor he realised the blanket he had been under had fallen to the floor and it all came back to him. Looking down in a panic he realised his son was no longer curled into his side. He shot to his feet. "Peter! Pete, where are you?"

When he didn't hear an answer his panic just got worse as he looked under the table and went into the kitchen. "Peter! Come on where are you." He swore his heart was in his throat as he tore through the penthouse trying to find his son. He could feel tears running down his cheeks but was too stressed and worried to both wiping them away. "Peter c'mon stop it." He knew the boy had to still be on this floor he couldn't leave the floor without supervision, thank god he had thought to set up that protocol while waiting for Peter to wake up after being de-aged. That thought did ease his worry somewhat but that didn't stop Peter getting hurt or something.

"FRIDAY where is Peter? Is he hurt?" He asked frantically after five more minutes of searching, kicking himself for being so stupid to forget about his own AI.

"Master Peter is in the lounge, unhurt sir." He let out a breath of relief ignoring the new name the AI was using for Peter, he would look into that later. He ran back through into the lounge but still couldn't see his son.

"Peter, where are you?" He called again running his hand through his hair for what had to be the hundredth time. Then he heard a noise. A giggle? He froze and suddenly anger over took the fear in him. Here he was out his mind with worry and Peter was hiding from him.

"Peter come here. Stop messing around." He heard the giggle again and frowned as he tried to place it. He closed his eyes hoping he was wrong before he looked up and sure enough there was his son, stuck to the ceiling. "Peter." He said shortly making eye contact with the boy, "come down here. You shouldn't be up there."

Peter looked at his daddy and suddenly hiding from him didn't seem so funny anymore, he looked angry. He shook his head and stayed where he was.

Tony couldn't believe the boy's audacity, "Peter this isn't a game, come down here or you'll find yourself in even more trouble."

Peter shook his head again at his daddy's words, if he was already in trouble he didn't want to come down, "nu-uh."

"Peter you can't stay up there forever, you will get bored before I do, every minute you stay up there is another minute in the corner." He sat himself on the couch and watched his son who was mulling his words over.

Peter knew there was no way he could get out this, he just wanted to play a joke and now he was in trouble. It wasn't fair. But Aunt May always said jokes should be funny, and daddy had been upset, so maybe it wasn't a joke. His daddy had sounded scared and worried when he didn't know where he was. He crawled forward a little on the ceiling so he was directly above his daddy and unstuck himself.

Tony swore his heart stopped when Peter dropped and he caught him on instinct honestly surprised he had been able to put his arms out so fast. He put his hands under the boys armpits and looked into his eyes before running his eyes over the child's body to see if he was hurt. "Is he hurt FRI?"

"Master Peter is fine sir."

Tony let out a breath of relief and turned the boy over on his lap and landing six quick swats on his ass before standing up the boy still in his arms and placing him in the corner. He knew the swats wouldn't have hurt the boy, he clearly still had his powers, but the child's sobbing was still heart wrenching.

"Hey Petey-Pie calm down, I know those smacks didn't hurt that much. You can't do that baby, that was dangerous just dropping from the ceiling like that, what if I wasn't able to watch you? Take some deep breaths before you make yourself sick." He told the boy as he pulled him in for a quick hug. Once Peter had calmed down he held him at arm's length and forced the boy to meet his eyes. "Now I want you to stand in the corner for three minutes and think about your behaviour today Peter. Okay."

At his son's miserable nod he turned him around to face the corner and sat on the couch. Punishing teenage Peter was difficult but punishing the three-year-old Peter was akin to torture, he felt like a monster as he watched the boy sob softly his small shoulders shaking. He knew he probably should have left him in the corner more than three minutes but he was sure that would feel like a lifetime to a three-year-old.

Peter felt terrible. He hadn't meant to be mean to daddy, he just wanted to play a joke. He was sure he had been in the corner an hour now, it was horrible. He had made his daddy sad, he knew he had tears running down his cheeks but he couldn't stop and didn't bother rubbing them away.

"Come here Petey." As soon as he heard his daddy's words he turned around and ran towards him to give him a hug.

"Sowwy daddy!" He sobbed into the man's stomach. "I didn't mean to be a bad boy an' make you sad."

"Sssh, Peter, you weren't a bad boy, what you did was naughty but you aren't a bad boy okay. You just scared me, I woke up and didn't know where you were then when I was looking for you clearly worried you didn't say anything. And then when I asked you to come down you didn't and when you did you did it in a dangerous way baby. I was terrified. How would you feel if I did that to you baby?"

Peter climbed up onto his daddy's lap and threw his arms around his neck, "I'm sowwwwwwy."

"Sssssh I know baby, you're forgiven, it's okay. Just don't do it again okay. And don't climb on the ceilings. You could get distracted and fall."

"Can we pway something daddy."

"Sure thing Bambino, what do you want to do?" He was honestly amazed the boy had calmed down so quickly, as a teenager Peter was usually subdued for at least a few hours but toddler Peter just seemed to bounce back immediately.

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Several hours later Tony found himself lying on his stomach in the lounge building a castle with Lego under Peter's direction. He knew three-year olds probably weren't meant to use such small toys but Peter seemed to have something of big Peter still in him and didn't appear inclined to put the blocks in his mouth. He watched Peter fondly as he built whatever he was building with ease, he kept complaining Tony was 'doing it wrong' resulting in Tony simply watching as Peter played. The child was adorable, his face kept scrunching up in frustration when pieces didn't go together as he wanted them too and he kept mumbling to himself. Tony wished he could freeze time in this moment, no worries, no stress, just watching his son have fun as they waited for the love of his life to come home for dinner.

It was as if his thoughts summoned her. At the very moment Pepper walked in, Tony was sure Peter must have heard the elevator coming up because there was no way a three-year-old could move that fast. He watched as Pep was nearly bowled over with the force Peter knocked into her legs.

Once she regained her balance Pepper pulled the child up into her arms and planted a kiss to his forehead as he excitedly told her about his day. She walked over to the couch and simply sat and listened treasuring the moment as her lover prepared dinner.

"Come on Pete, time to get washed up for dinner." She told him half an hour later, the boy was practically glued to the television, she had no idea what he was watching to be honest, but parental lock was still turned on so she wasn't worried. "Peter." She repeated when he didn't move. At the third repetition she walked over and knelt next to the boy taking his chin in her hand. "Peter, it's time to get washed up for dinner, I shouldn't have to ask three times, I know you heard me." Luckily that seemed to be enough and the boy jumped up with a quick apology and dashed to the bathroom to get washed up. She followed behind, teenage Peter always managed to get water on the floor when washing up for dinner she didn't want to give three-year-old Peter any opportunity to make more of a mess.

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That night Tony laid an exhausted Peter down in his bedroom. "If you have any bad dreams, come to mummy and daddy's room okay Petey? You don't need to be alone." He would be alerted as soon as Peter showed signs of distress, but he hoped by reinforcing the message to toddler Peter the teenage version would also seek comfort rather than suffering through night terrors alone.

Sure enough, several hours later Tony was awoken by F.R.I.D.A.Y. and lay in bed for a few minutes to see if Peter would come to them. He kept his eyes shut as he heard his bedroom door swing open, he had left it ajar for the child and could feel the boy's eyes resting on him, he was clearly debating whether or not to climb into the bed. Tony simply lifted an arm and smiled as the child jumped up without a second thought and settled himself down between his parents. The three-year-old was asleep in minutes.