Author's Note: Talon's back, back again! No, I still haven't abandoned this. Yes, I am very sorry for the wait. No, I still don't know what I'm doing. Please send me prompts for what you want Tony and the Parkers to do! I'm planning on a couple more chapters of them alone, but I don't have any ideas for it.

To OkamiShigure: OMG, thank you so much for the super kind words! I don't deserve such high praise, haha, but I'm glad you're loving this as much as I love writing it.

To everyone else who left super kind words: Thank you so much. There was so much encouragement from the last chapter, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this. I was still feeling stuck and unsure of where I wanted this story to go, and was debating simply scrapping and rewriting it, but in the end here we are! I hope you like this chapter of PURE FLUFF!

Getting through dinner was easy, particularly since Mr Stark seemed to be tired out from the excitement. He sat quietly as Peter and Aunt May traded positions so May could make dinner, settling back against Peter's side easily and continuing to watch the mindless cartoons. Peter didn't mind it, although he was bursting with questions - he was pretty tired himself. He had gotten up early to go patrolling, and everything had been just as exciting for him as it had been for Mr Stark. He wasn't as anxious as he thought he might be if he met his role model, but maybe that was because he met him in such a human way. He couldn't help the one question that escaped him though, glancing at the kitchen to make sure May really was busy.

"How did you know?"

"I'm a genius, kid," Tony muttered, his eyes not straying from the TV. "Plus you're bad about keeping the secret. It's a miracle I'm the only one that's found out - but like I said before, I'm a genius."

"Are you gonna tell May?" His voice felt small and he could feel his shoulders trying to crawl up to his ears.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone you don't want me to tell. You've got your reasons for the mask, and I get it. It's not like I always planned to let the world know I was Iron Man. I am stopping you from going out in your pjs anymore. I made you a suit. I was going to come over the end of the month and give it to you, before all this happened. You're gonna get hurt eventually, and those pajamas aren't going to protect you. Obviously it's going to need some feedback and tweaking, but it's the least I can do for someone trying their best to protect people."

Peter was silent for a moment, overwhelmed.

"If you have powers like I do, and you don't do anything with them... then you're the reason people get hurt." Tony glanced up at him before smiling.

"You don't have to justify it to me, kid. You do have to wear the super fancy suit I made you and stay out of trouble too big for you." Peter laughed.

"Do you make every wayward superhero a suit?"

"If I can. When people get hurt and I can prevent it, it's my fault." Peter rolled his eyes at having his words paraphrased back at him, but couldn't stop the bright grin on his face even if he wanted to.

There wasn't much talking after that. Dinner was a hushed affair, with everyone worn out emotionally and Tony almost falling asleep in his mashed potatoes as May coaxed him to eat "just a little more, I could hear your stomach growling earlier". When he was done he was steered to the shower with a clean pair of pjs and underwear from his overnight bag (which Peter was delighted to see were Avengers themed). When the water turned off and Tony opened the door he went in and gave him his toothbrush and they practiced good dental hygiene side by side, which was less interesting than it sounded.

When it was finally time for bed Tony climbed into Peter's bed and curled up next to him without a second thought or question. May and Peter stared at each other for a moment, but May shrugged and mouthed 'You good?' and Peter gave her a thumbs up, so they stayed that way, with Tony getting progressively clingier throughout the night. A few times Peter woke up to a sleepy fog and a whimpering Stark, rubbing his back gently through his half-asleep daze until he settled again.

In the morning they both tumbled out of bed, hair a mess and eyes glazed, as May called them to breakfast. They took turns in the bathroom before wandering down the hallway, pausing when Tony tugged on Peter's shirt.

"Do you have school?" he asked, sounding very young and very sleepy, and Peter had to stop himself from cooing at Tony motherfucking Stark. Instead he swung him up into his arms, carrying him on his hip, and smiled indulgently when the boy laid his head tiredly on his shoulder.

"It's a Sunday, little man, so I'm staying right here. We can do something fun today! We could go to Central Park, or the Lego Store, or we could build something, if you wanted." Tony snorted, a soft sound.

"Out of your dumpster diving computer parts? No thanks."

"Hey, not all of us are super genius billionaires!"

"No, some of us are just super geniuses." Peter blushed at the off-hand compliment as Tony yawned, quietly ecstatic at the praise. "Can I look at your web shooters?" He hesitated, glancing down into hopeful eyes.

"Tonight, after dinner." Tony beamed and settled closer to his chest and Peter felt his heart melt, determination filling him - he was going to make sure no one hurt Tony Stark again, if he could help it.

May glanced up and smiled softly as they entered the kitchen, running her hand over Tony's hair as they passed and beaming as he practically melted into the touch. Touch-starved Peter thought, rubbing his back softly before gently depositing him in a chair. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes, leaning against the edge of the table as Peter sat next to him.

Tony was quiet again at breakfast, clearly not a morning person, while May and Peter engaged in their soft morning chatter as they discussed the plans for the day. "Tony and I were thinking of maybe going to a park or over to Ned's," Peter said, tearing up his toast to dip into his egg yoke. Tony grunted at the sound of his name, looking up blearily before going back to carefully eating his breakfast. He didn't seem as coordinated as he wanted to be, and more of the egg than he probably wanted ended up on his face rather than in his mouth. May resisted the urge to coo.

"Sounds fine to me. Just make sure you tell Ned and his mom before-hand. And don't tell Ned who he is, Peter, you know that boy can't keep a secret for shit." Peter frowned but nodded.

"Yeah, we'll probably just go to the park and hang out then." He nudged Tony with his elbow just as he was about to fall asleep in his eggs, making him jolt upright.

"Central Park?" Tony muttered as he shoveled food into his mouth to cover up the fact he was dozing off. Peter snorted.

"You want to walk all the way back to Manhattan, buddy?" Tony looked at him and frowned at the nickname, but slowly shook his head.

"Not really."

"We'll go to a local park, there's one nearby." Tony continued to stare at him, and Peter stared back nervously, unsure what the tiny genius was contemplating.

"Can I draw?"

"What?"

"With chalk. Can I draw?"

"Oh yeah, I bet MJ has some chalk. She loves drawing."

"MJ?"

"She's one of my friends. I bet you'll like her." He started to squirm as Tony stared at him some more before breaking out into a slow grin.

"You liiiike her!"

"I don't!" Peter cried as May started laughing, blushing furiously.

"You do. But don't worry, I won't tell. I'll help you get her."

"What do you mean?"

"Peter. Peter Parker. Peter-man. I'm Tony effing Stark. I can help you get a girl." Peter blinked, staring down at the sleepy and disheveled boy in shock as he went back to stuffing his face with breakfast. "Plus," Tony added through a mouthful as May scolded him for talking with his mouth full, "chicks love guys who are good with kids. Conveniently, I am a kid right now."

"I don't think MJ likes kids," Peter replied with some hesitation, and Tony gave him the stink-eye while May choked on her laughter.

"She doesn't have to like kids to like guys with kids. May, back me up!"

"He's not wrong, Pete," May said after she managed to reel in her laughter, shoving a bite into her mouth to keep from letting it out again as Peter turned a darker shade of red. Tony grinned smugly.

"To the park with MJ!"

"Hey Parker. Who's the kid?"

MJ looked as nice as she always did, down to earth and laid back and perfect, and Peter rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't holding Tony's. Tony held out his free hand with a big grin, politely saying "I'm Anthony! I'm staying with Ms Parker because my Mommy is sick right now."

"One of Aunt May's coworker's kids?" MJ concluded, shaking Tony's hand easily. "Nice to meet you. I'm MJ." She looked at Peter. "He why you wanted sidewalk chalk?"

"Yeah. It wasn't any trouble, was it?"

"Nah. You know I have little cousins. We keep some on hand for when they visit. C'mon kid, let me show you how to draw Spider-Man." Tony's eyes sparkled, whether with mirth or happiness, as he darted off after MJ and left Peter to stand dazed in their wake. Maybe Tony was right about girls liking guys with kids. When he finally followed them the two had commandeered a large swath of sidewalk. Tony had claimed the yellow, orange, and pink chalks for himself, and seemed to be scribbling in a very deliberate pattern. It looked like nothing to Peter, but obviously meant something to the kid. MJ, meanwhile, had done as promised and taken the red, black, and blue, drawing a pretty good approximation of Spider-Man's mask. Peter winced when he saw it. His costume didn't exactly inspire awe or fear, but it worked well enough to keep the wind out and keep his face covered, and that's all he had needed it for when he started. The prospect of a new costume that Tony had designed, possibly one with some actual protection in it, was appealing.

Tony was talking excitedly at MJ as he drew, chattering on about how cool Spider-Man was and how did she think he made his webs? She indulged him, giving thoughtful answers, and the two seemed to appreciate each other's company, just like Peter thought they would. He smiled and settled next to them, claiming a green chalk for himself and starting to draw a rough approximation of the Hulk. He wasn't a bad artist - he designed his own blueprints, after all - but it wasn't exactly his forte. MJ, at the very least, seemed impressed.

The small genius continued to talk about random topics for the better part of an hour, at which point he was apparently done with his drawing, because he leaned back and grinned happily at it. MJ had finished Spider-Man and moved on to draw Peter, Ned, and herself. Peter was in the midst of drawing the rest of the Avengers. They both leaned back to study Tony's work.

It was an intricately woven ball, it looked like, with depth and detail that made no sense to them, but probably made sense to Tony. "That's cool," MJ said kindly. "What is it?"

"JARVIS," Tony replied happily, dusting off his hands proudly.

"Nice." She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. "I'll send this to Peter so you can show your mom." He beamed at her before darting off to the playground equipment, immediately scrambling up onto the monkey bars.

"He's a good kid," MJ said as she sent the picture.

"Yeah," Peter sighed, thinking back to the Avengers' reactions yesterday when they found Tony and the look on his face when they yelled. "He is."