Back once again! I apologize for the late update, again. Please keep giving me ideas, I try to turn them into something that looks like a cohesive story and I do have at least two arcs I will eventually get to, but I need to get through the Parkers first!

I discovered once again I am unable to write a completely angst free chapter but this is mostly fluffy, I hope you enjoy it (and the character I introduce!)

Thank you to Layla, Julie, Sami, and all the other wonderful guests who left SUCH KIND comments on the last few chapters. It means a lot to me and you guys are what pushed me to finish this. Thanks babes 3 enjoy!

Tony squealed in joy as he swung through the air, giggling when Peter and MJ put him back on his feet to walk beside them with their hands clutched in his. There was something mean like a headache pounding in the back of his mind, telling him he shouldn't act that way, but Peter was grinning every time they swung him and MJ was laughing with him, so he couldn't be doing anything bad. He decided to ignore it, and shrieked in happiness as they swung him again, clinging to their hands tightly.

They had left the park for lunch after Peter showed him how to hang upside on the monkey bars and swing himself back up when his face started to go red. Peter didn't have that problem, but Tony knew that was because Peter was a superhero with weird powers. MJ thought they should go to McDonald's, and Tony thought that sounded awesome because he really wanted a burger. The thought made something harsh and scary jar in his mind, and he frowned as he pushed it away, worrying on his lip.

Why was he so worried? He couldn't quite put the energy into remembering right now, didn't really want to. It seemed scary, and he was having fun with Peter and MJ right now. If it was important, the Avengers would take care of it. The other Avengers.

He pushed that thought away too.

"What's with the frown, little man?" MJ asked, swinging him up into her arms. He giggled, leaning back away from her until she dipped him upside down, smiling indulgently. He grinned up at Peter and Peter grinned back, laughing. He squirmed until MJ righted him and set him back down, grabbing her hand again and bouncing along next to her.

"Is there a play area?" he asked excitedly. "McDonald's' have play areas, right?"

"Sure," MJ said agreeably. "But you can't play until you've eaten your meal."

"Oh, come on, MJ," Peter argued. "Let the kid have some fun."

"You would be a terrible father."

"Hey!"

"Is there going to be a toy?" Tony asked, looking up at MJ hopefully. "Can I keep it?"

"Of course!" Peter exclaimed, and Tony giggled at his volume as people on the street glared at him.

"I think they're doing Avengers toys right now," MJ said more sedately. "Who's your favorite, Tony?"

"My favorite Avenger?" Tony paused, feeling something uncomfortable grow in the pit of his stomach. He liked all the Avengers. Iron Man was really cool and smart, and flying around like he was weightless and there wasn't a care in the world always gave him a thrill. Steve was really nice and good at cooking, and he cared about everyone on the team, even when he was being a self-righteous dick. Natasha was quiet and scary, but she was only dangerous to people who were bad, and she always showed that she cared in the little, really important ways. Thor was loud and brash, and could probably crush his skull with one hand, but he was gentle where it was important and always willing to learn something new, which Tony could appreciate. Clint was abrasive and a mess but fierce in a fight and a really good friend. Bruce was amazingly smart and one of the kindest people he had ever met, and Hulk was pretty cool too, especially since Hulk had saved his life that one time.

"I like Iron Man," he heard Peter say, jarring him out of his thoughts, and Tony grinned proudly.

"I know what you like, Parker, I asked the kid," MJ deadpanned, and Tony giggled, hiding it against his hand.

"Who do you like?" he prodded curiously, looking up at MJ. She raised a brow and considered for a moment.

"I like Black Widow," she declared, and Peter snorted even though he looked enamored.

"You just like the way her thighs look when she does that thing."

"Are you telling me you aren't attracted to her?"

"... I'm not saying that."

"That's because you know you can't lie to me. Checkmate." Tony laughed, shrieking when Peter reached out and ruffled his hair, reaching up to smooth it back down. He thought maybe this was what having an older brother was like. He wondered what his other childhood might've been like if Peter were there.

The McDonald's didn't have a play area - Tony pouted in disappointment - but it did have a little outdoor table that they could sit at, so Tony claimed it while Peter and MJ went to order. He swung his legs as he sat, staring down at the ants crawling around the sidewalk, and looked up when a shadow fell over him.

"Hello," the man said with a soft smile. He was a perfectly normal looking guy, in a collared shirt and jeans, hair combed neatly. Tony's shoulders tensed in defense, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm Dave. What's your name?"

"What's it to you?" he muttered, not quite looking the man in the eye. His phone vibrated but he didn't move to pull it out, a tense coiling feeling starting to rise in his chest.

"Where are your parents?" Dave continued instead. Tony raised his brows and pointed to the McDonald's, studying Dave's face as he glanced over for a moment. "Well, can you come with me for a minute?"

"No. Why?"

"My boy just outgrew his bike and I thought a nice young boy like you might like it. It's just over at my car-"

"Bring it here then."

"We'll be back before your parents come out-"

"No! Go away!" Tony's raised voice was starting to attract attention, just like he wanted. A dark look passed over Dave's face and he shrunk back in fear, coldness blossoming down his spine, but it was gone as quickly as he came as Dave scooped him up and started walking away.

He screamed.

"THIS ISN'T MY DADDY!" he screeched at the top of his lungs as he threw a fist into Dave's ear, making the man curse. He aimed another for his throat but his fist was caught. "HE'S NOT MY DADDY!" He writhed, kicking desperately, squirming incessantly against the tightening grip of a stranger. Tears started to stream down his face, his breath hitching, and he opened his mouth again as Dave shoved his head into his shoulder, muffling and smothering him.

He panicked when he couldn't get a full breath, the pain from the battery in his chest amping up along with his squirming. He screamed into Dave's shirt, panic and desperation wracking him even as he felt Dave stop walking.

"This your kid?" he heard someone ask, and he sobbed desperately, reaching out blindly towards the voice.

"He's just throwing a tantrum," Dave said nervously.

"Then lemme talk to him."

"He's just being a kid-"

"Then you won't mind me talking to him."

"He's my kid!"

Tony heard a dial tone and felt Dave tense. "911, what's your emergency?"

"Hey, my name is Sam Wilson and I think there's been an attempted kidnapping."

"I didn't kidnap him! He's my kid!"

"Then why don't you let me ask him that, and I can tell the nice lady on the phone that I was wrong?"

Tony suddenly went boneless and Dave cursed again, dropping him to the ground. Tony sat, sobbing and trying to catch his breath, looking behind him at who had stopped the kidnapping. It was a black man who had his arms crossed, a phone in one hand, a brow raised at Dave.

"He's n-not my Daddy," he choked out to the man, pointing at Dave. "I w-want my Daddy-" He trailed off into a wail, sobs wracking his chest. He heard Peter and MJ shouting for him and watched as they pushed through the crowd. Dave looked panicked, turning away and running straight into MJ. She grabbed his pinky and twisted him to the ground, sitting on the small of his back. Peter, looking pissed and terrified in equal measures, sat on his legs. He struggled and cussed.

"Yeah," Sam said into his phone, "we have him under citizens arrest. This was definitely an attempted kidnapping." He nodded to some of the people who were loitering nearby. "I'll talk to the parents and see if they want to press charges, but there are a couple people here to give their statements either way." Tony choked on a sob, crawling towards Sam, and was gratified when he knelt down and gathered him up with one arm, bouncing him lightly and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's alright buddy. Were you here with those two?" He nodded at Peter and MJ.

"Yes," Tony sobbed. "They're my friends." He laid his head on Sam's shoulder, tears still running down his face, exhausted.

"Where are your parents, bud?" Tony pointed tiredly as Steve and the others pushed through the crowd before leaning back and reaching out for Bruce. Bruce looked baffled and pissed and scared, an expression truly only he could convey, but he pulled Tony into his arms gently, hushing him softly.

"It's alright, Tony," he said quietly as Tony fisted his hands in Bruce's shirt.

"D-daddy," he sobbed tiredly, burying his face in Bruce's chest to ignore the others reactions. Bruce was the one who looked most like him, a big boy part of him said, so he had to be the daddy. Natasha could be the mommy, he thought to the big boy part, which cringed slightly, so he pushed it away and tried to remember how to breathe. Bruce rubbed his back softly, and he could hear Sam and Steve talking.

"You're Captain America man. Y'all have a kid?"

"It's Tony Stark," MJ said, and Tony peeked out, looking at them all.

"Shh!" Clint hissed at MJ, gaudy purple sunglasses pushed up his head. "Don't go announcing it to everyone!"

Sam laughed a bit before he took in Steve's grim face and did a headcount, then did it again. "Holy shit," he said, running a hand over his head. "Alright. Well, the police are going to arrest this fuc-fudger."

"Please, Mr?"

"Wilson. Sam Wilson."

"Mr. Wilson, we'll explain everything once we get this sorted out over dinner for your troubles." MJ was hissing at Peter and Peter was arguing back, both with an increasing amount of hand gestures. Tony didn't care. He was tired, and his chest ached fiercely, and he was still upset at the others except for Thor, because there was a part of him that was so afraid. He reached out to Thor and settled into his arms, sighing happily as Thor rested his cheek on his head, his thumb gravitating towards his mouth.

"It is alright, Anthony," Thor rumbled softly, and Tony melted into the vibrations of his chest, feeling warm and safe and sleepy.

"Hey kid," MJ said some time later, and he opened his eyes tiredly. "You still hungry?"

"Hungwy?" he asked around his thumb before nodding.

"Great," MJ said with a smile, "because they gave you a Hulk toy."

"Huwk!"