Peter sat in Tony's lab, mind whirling. There were so many possibilities. Do they need Peter's help? Should he stay? Will Tony be okay?
The spider drew ina sharp breath. Tears pricked at his eyes as he thought of his father-figure hurt, or worse-dead.
"Friday? How's Mr. Stark doing? Is he okay? Should I help him?" Peter subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, even though the AI's sensors were everywhere.
"Mr. Stark seems to fairing well, Peter. As you know, Boss asked you to stay here, so you should." The AI had said the message in a series of beeps so Peter could understand.
"I guess you're right…" Peter trailed off, flopping into Tony's chair. As the chair spun with his momentum, his eyes caught sight of a dark grey hoodie that the man had been wearing earlier. Peter chewed his lip as he grabbed it, bringing the fabric up to his nose. Tony's cologne, aftershave, and the scent of motor oil filled his nose. The combination of scents immediately soothed Peter, and he pulled the article of clothing around him and sank into his mentor's chair.
The scent of his father-figure calmed Peter's worry, and lulled him into a sleepy haze. His mind lost against the fatigue of his body, and Peter slept.
Tony blasted a bot, spinning around to get another. The 'battle' had been going on for at least an hour now, and one could see it was coming to an end.
"Fri, how many more do we got?" Tony said, smashing a robot's head.
"Only about fifty more, Boss."
"Alright, you heard the lady, guys. Not much longer," Tony spoke this time to his teammates.
The team replied with multiple affirmatives.
Soon, all of the robots had been dealt with, and the group started to come together.
"Man of Iron, your building is broken." Were the first words out of Thor's mouth.
"Extremely observant, Thor," Tony's voice was devoid of the usual sarcasm it held.
The team shared a look of confusion. What was Tony so occupied with that he couldn't even be snarky?
In reality, Tony was too busy worrying about the teen he had left in his lab.
"None of you saw Peter out here, right?" Tony asked suddenly.
Everyone shook their heads, finally understanding Tony's distracted nature now.
The Stark released a sigh of relief, turning to head back inside.
"Okie dokie, now that that's been dealt with, who wants food? I'm feeling Thai."
The sentence warranted a mad rush back into the compound. Who knew the Avengers liked Thai food so much?
Tony stepped into the lab, a fond smile lighting up his face at the sight of Peter curled up with his sweatshirt. He walked over, rubbing Peter's back in hopes of waking him up softly.
The boy slowly stirred, blinking his eyes opened blearily. He turned his head and noticed the man standing next to him. His eyes widened and he shot up and into Tony's chest.
"You're okay! I was so worried oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're okay, Dad!" Peter didn't notice the new title slip out of his mouth. But Tony did.
Tony sucked in a breath, gripping the boy tighter. '-.. - / -.- - ..- / - . .- -. / .. -' Do you mean it?
"Of course I was worried!" Peter said, disbelieving.
'-. - - / - ... .- -' Not that.
"Uh...what else did I say?"
'-.- - ..- / -.-. .- .-.. .-.. . -.. / - . / -.. .- -..' You called me Dad.
Peter's face took on a pink hue, but he didn't deny it. He nodded.
"I do. Um, I mean I kind of see you as my dad, I love you a lot! But, if it isn't okay, I totally get i-" Peter was interrupted from his nervous word-vomit by Tony squeezing him tightly, dropping his head on the teen's shoulder. Peter noticed his shoulders were shaking slightly.
'.. - .-. … / .-. . .-. ..-. . -.-. - / -... .- - -... ..' It's perfect, Bambi.
Peter grinned. '.. / .-.. - ...- . / -.- - ..-' I love you. He pressed the words into his father's chest.
'.. / .-.. - ...- . / -.- - ..-/ - - -' I love you too.
The pair stepped out of the elevator and into the kitchen, Tony's arm wrapped around Peter's shoulders.
They caught the attention of everyone else in the kitchen, heads turning their way. No one missed the red rimming Tony's eyes.
The Stark sniffed. "Did you guys order yet?"
"Nah, we didn't," Clint answered, munching on chips.
"Clint, stop eating chips. You won't be hungry when the food gets here," Steve chastised, acting out his role of the mom of the group.
Tony rolled his eyes, and tilted his head up to talk to the ever-present AI.
"Fri, order one of everything from that Thai place we like. You know the one."
"On it, Boss."
Tony guided Peter over to one of the barstools, and went to grab a cup of coffee. After filling it, he stood at the counter.
There was light chatter around the room, paired with crunching from Clint; still eating chips.
"Hey, Fri? When the food gets here just bring the delivery guy up here, kay?" Tony murmured offhandedly.
The AI didn't respond, but Tony knew she had heard him. He walked over to Peter, handing him a glass of water.
"Thanks." Peter straightened. "Food's here."
"Uh, Stark, why is he saying the food's here when it's not?" Sam asked.
Right after he spoke, the elevator dinged.
"That's why," Tony smirked at Sam's surprised face.
He went over to the elevator and took the food out of the stunned man's arms. He threw a one hundred dollar bill at him, and turned around.
"Thanks! Buh-bye now!"
The kitchen was filled with chuckles. Tony walked over with the food, dumping it all over the counter.
Clint abandoned his chips to grab the chicken pad thai, just as Bucky was reaching for it.
"Really, Clint? Can I at least have some?" Bucky mumbled.
"Mmm, nope! All mine!" Bucky groaned, and left the counter with a different dish.
Peter nabbed three containers and flopped onto the couch. Tony followed behind, carrying their drinks. They sat and shared the containers.
Eventually, the rest of the inhabitants crowded around the living room. Some sat on couches, and some sprawled around the floor.
"Ooh! We should watch a movie!" Thor said, excitedly. "Maybe that one with the rainbow magic sticks?"
"Uh, you mean Star Wars?" Clint said, laughing.
Tony rolled his eyes, smirking. "Fri, play Star Wars, would you? Put on subtitles for the kid."
"Of course, Boss."
The movie played, and the food quickly disappeared. Peter curled into Tony's side, eyes trained on the movie.
After the movie finished, Sam challenged Clint to a game of Mario Kart. Everyone cheered for their respective player, and the two taunted each other.
Soon enough, they were nearing the end of the race. Sam was in first place, and Clint was in second. Right before the finish line, Clint hit Sam with a green shell, and took first place.
Immediately, Sam started screaming bloody murder. Tony felt Peter jump at his side. Peter's eyes met his.
".. / ... . .- .-. -.. / - ... .- -' I heard that.
Hey guys, I know it's been longer than usual for me to update. School sucks. A lot. Hope you understand.
I love domestic!Avengers so I had to write it. Also, some Iron Dad.
Hope you enjoyed!
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