After eating a very healthy meal of pizza, the small group sat at the table.

Tony's mind was spinning in circles. Peter looked so sad, unable to listen and participate in conversation without using paper. Tony wondered if they could talk another way.

"Hey Brucie-bear, do you know if there's any other way Pete and I can communicate? This whole paper thing is gonna suck sooner than later," Tony spoke.

"Honestly? I'm not sure. For some reason all I can think of is Morse code, but neither of you probably know it," Bruce said, crossing his arms and rubbing his chin.

"Actually, I do. I bet Peter doesn't, though."

Tony moved over and touched Peter's arm. Peter's head snapped up from staring at the table.

"Yes?" Peter asked softly.

Tony wrote slowly, hoping the entire time that the younger would say yes. 'Do you know Morse code?'

Peter looked at Tony, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, why?"

Tony's face split in a grin, his eyes crinkling.

'We can talk that way, Pete. I know it and you know it, so if there's ever a time where we can't write, we have a backup plan.'

Peter's eyes lit up, and he smiled. He grabbed Tony's hand, squeezing lightly.

"That's great!"

Tony's response was a series of taps on the inside of Peter's palm.

'.. / -.- -. - .-' I know.

Peter's grin grew wider, threatening to split his face. His eyes glistened as he tapped back, fingers making a steady pressure on Tony's hand. '- ... .- -. -.- / -.- - ..-' Thank you.

The older man had no chance to reply before there was a smaller body crashing into his own. Tony just chuckled and wrapped himself around the boy in front of him. They held each other longer, both soaking up the comfort the hug gave them.

There were soft presses on Tony's back. '.. / .-.. - ...- . / -.- - ..-' I love you.

Tears blurred Tony's vision, and he gripped Peter tighter. A laugh bubbled up from his stomach. Tony buried his face in Peter's hair, and closed his eyes.

Against his chest, Peter smiled. He gripped his father-figure tighter, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Tony's right hand slid around Peter until it was over his heart. '.. / .-.. - ...- . / -.- - ..- / - - -' I love you too.

Unbeknownst to the pair, Bruce watched the scene with a fond smile. Sure, he had no idea what they were saying while talking in Morse, but seeing the effect that Peter had on Tony was amazing.

Bruce was happy for his friend. He was glad that Tony could have someone like Peter. Someone that would have unwavering faith and love for him.

Bruce smiled, and left the kitchen. He stepped out, and was startled to see the rest of the avengers standing outside of the door.

All of them opened their mouths, and Bruce had no doubt they were about to start talking extremely loudly.

He hurriedly shoved them all into a conference room right down the hallway, and slammed the door shut.

Immediately, they all started shouting questions.

"Does Tony have a son?"

"Is that the spider-kid?"

"Is Spider-Man Tony's son?"

The three were the most frequent.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bride of his nose.

"Look, I'm not gonna answer all of your questions. They aren't my place to tell, and who even knows if those two want you knowing. You're all a bunch of asses for eavesdropping, anyway," he said, sighing again. "No, Tony doesn't have a legitimate son. Ugh, I shouldn't tell you this, but yes, that is Spider-Man."

Bruce turned, closing his eyes.

"Did you guys see what he looked like?" Bruce asked.

He received a litany of no's, and Bruce breathed an audible sigh of relief. Sorry they kind of know what you look like, Peter.

At that moment, Natasha spoke up, obviously impatient.

"Bruce, what was even going on? Why was Tony crying?"

Bruce looked at the group, sighing again. At this rate, Bruce was going to pass out from a loss of oxygen.

"I don't even really know what they were talking about. Tony was asking me about if there was another way they could talk, and I suggested Morse code. I didn't really expect either of them to know it, but Tony told me he did. He went to talk to Spider-Man about it, and I guess he said he knew it too? I'm guessing they were talking. I really have no idea what was said, so the only way you guys are gonna know is if they tell you. Knowing Tony, you won't be told anything."

The group huffed, but resigned themselves to their fate of no information.

Though no one knew about anyone else, they all made a silent promise to themselves to figure this particular mystery out.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

I know these are short, but I'm trying my best. I'm working up to a more stable plot. I hope you understand!

If you have any suggestions or can think of any improvements, I'd love to hear them! Constructive criticism is always welcomed!

See you soon,

Djooo