The next morning, Tony stumbled into the kitchen for his daily coffee fix. The rest of the team-minus one sleeping spider-were eating around the counter. Multiple sets of eyes followed the billionaire and he retrieved a mug and filled it.

As the coffee made its way into his system, Tony's focus on his surroundings increased, and he noticed everyone staring at him.

"What?" he snapped, "Do I have drool on my face or something?"

"Tony, why didn't you tell us that you know who the spider-kid really is?" Sam asked, face stuffed with a waffle.

Tony choked on his sip of coffee, slamming the mug down on the counter. Steve slapped his back, helping to get his coughing under control.

"Uhm...what?!" Tony stuttered.

"Spider-Man. We saw you last night. Why were you crying?" Natasha demanded.

"Oh, well...you see-" Tony's fidgety answer was interrupted by feet shuffling into the kitchen.

Everyone watched as a comatose Peter waddled in, wrapped in an Iron Man printed blanket. He yawned as he went over to the coffee machine, grabbing a random mug to fill.

At the last second, Tony snatched the mug from Peter, and spun him around to tuck him into his chest. '-. - - / .- .-.. - -. .' Not alone.

Peter huffed, burying his head under the man's chin. '... - .- / -... .- -..' How bad?

The philanthropist sighed. '. ...- . .-. -.- - -. .' Everyone.

Peter snorted, chest rocking with silent giggles. '.-.. . - .-. ... / -.. - / - ... .. …' Let's do this.

Before Tony could persuade him not to, Peter turned to face the rest of the Avengers. He smiled and waved.

"Hi! I'm Peter, or, as you all know me, Spider-Man. I can't really hear right now, so I'm free from all of your questions; yay!" Peter turned and marched out of the room, the blanket billowing like a cape behind him.

"I swear to god Pete, really?" Tony murmured, smacking his hand to his face.

"Uh...what the hell just happened?" Sam spoke up.

"Guess I've gotta explain this one," Tony grumbled, filling his mug of coffee and them turning into the common room. "You bozos wanna hear this, or not? I'm only telling once."

The large group scrambled to sit around the billionaire, giving him their full attention.

"I met Peter during the Sokovia fiasco. I needed back-up, and I had been seeing videos of him all over YouTube. He's amazing," Tony started, thinking of all of the incredible things Peter is capable of. "I managed to track him down, which was actually harder than I expected. Kid's pretty good at staying on the down-low. I narrowed his location down to a little apartment in Queens. He lives with his aunt. Both of his parents died when he was young."

There was a collective wince throughout the group, sympathizing for the boy.

Tony continued, sympathizing with them. "I went and visited him. I basically told him he was coming. Had the audacity to tell me he had homework," Tony chuckled. "I brought him to Germany, and you guys know what happened there."

Wanda chose this time to interrupt. "Oh my god. I threw cars at him. He looks so young!"

"She has a point, Tones. How old is Peter?" Rhodey said from the arm of the couch.

Tony dropped his face into his hands. "He's fifteen now. He was fourteen in Germany." The answer was whispered guiltily.

"Tony! You put an innocent child in danger! How did any part of you think that was okay?" Steve said in disbelief.

Tony's head whipped up from his hands. "Do you really think I don't know that? God, I regret it every day! I look at the kid and I think what I would do if something had happened to him. I know I messed up, Steve, but I was desperate."

A tense silence fell upon the room.

"Tony, I-" Steve started to say, but was cut off.

"Forget it. It's not a big deal. Basically, I made Peter's suit, yadda yadda, and I keep an eye on him. He comes over a couple times during the week and works in my lab. After the robot thing two days ago, he's been staying in the room I have for him. Anyway, that's the end of that. Hope you're all satisfied." And with that, Tony got up to leave, only to abruptly pause. The action caused everyone to look up.

Only to find a small figure standing in the doorway. Tony sighed, and walked forward to Peter.

The group watched Tony's fingers pulse on Peter's forearm. '.. / - ... - ..- -. ... - / -.- - ..- / .- . .-. . / .. -. / - ... . / .-.. .- -...' I thought you were in the lab.

Peter's eyes searched Tony's, seeing them slightly red. He twined his fingers with Tony's, and faced the group spread out in the room.

"I don't really know what just happened, but I can make a good guess. If you guys are blaming Mr. Stark for Germany; don't. If I had really wanted to, I could have said no. It was my choice to go. Please don't blame him." The words spilled out of Peter's mouth before he promptly turned and pulled Tony along with him to the lab.

Before anyone could speak, Bucky turned to Steve. "We need to talk to him," he mumbled.

"Yeah, Buck. We do."

In the lab, Tony pulled Peter into his chest, sighing at the comfortable feeling of the small body wrapped around his own. Tony pressed a light kiss into Peter's hairline while pressing a message into his back. '- ... .- -. -.- / -.- - ..-/ -... .- - -... ..' Thank you, Bambi.

Peter looked up at the sudden new nickname, a smile growing over his features. He stuffed his face back in his father-figure's chest, squeezing him tighter. '.. / .-.. - ...- . / -.- - ..- -..- / -.. .- -..' I love you, Dad.

Tony's response was stolen from him as a red light started flashing and Friday's voice filled the lab.

"Boss, the robots have returned, and are currently breaching the eastern entrance."

Tony's heart sped up, turning back to Peter. His brows were furrowed, and there was slight fear in his eyes.

'... - .- -.- / ... . .-. .' Stay here.

Peter opened his mouth to protest, but something in Tony's eyes stopped him. He gripped the man in a hug, quickly pushing his fingers into his shoulder blades. '.-. .-.. . .- ... . / -... . / ... .- ..-. .' Please be safe.

Tony quickly kissed the boys hair. '.. / .- .. .-.. .-..' I will.

Tony then rushed out of the lab, his suit already forming around him.

Peter stood, worry filling his chest, almost suffocating him. But he stayed.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Djooo