*Tony wasn't expecting this. Nope. Not at all.*

Enjoy!~

When Tony gotten a call from Scott saying that there was an accident at his house, cold blood ran through his veins. Though Scott reassured him that nothing was drastic, but he should be prepared for the worst.

When he hung up with Scott, Tony was shaken.

Oh no, Oh God. His kid is injured.

He ran a ran through his messy hair and took a breath.

Maybe everything was fine. Everything was fine. Though, it took every ounce of his fibre being use his Ironman suit and fly there himself, and pray to God that his kid wasn't injured and that it all a prank or dream.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, his coffee forgotten as he waited for Scott and Peter came here. While waiting, he mentally prepared himself the damage that was inflicted on Peter.

Bruises.

Concussion.

Broken Ribs.

Hypothermia

Heart Attack.

Or...death?

No.Tony shook that thought away as he remembered that Peter was alive, but something hurt him.

A knock snapped his thoughts away, and immediately rushed to the door, opening it quickly, and revealing Scott Lang with his daughter -who had her Pajamas on-, hands holding together as they walked in. Tony was confused though. Where was Peter?

Hospital. That's got to be why Peter wasn't with him. Maybe he should be at the hospital.

Tony turned around and grabbed his keys, while Scott looked at him, perplexed. "What are you doing?" He eventually asks the nervous billionaire when he saw Tony grabbing some stuff.

"He's at the hospital," Tony said quickly, and then grabbing his coat. But Scott looked at him again while Cassie looked up to her dad, wondering why this man was about to have a heart attack or something.

Tony was about to pass him. but someone grabbed his elbow and stopped him there.

"Woah there, cowboy. Hold on a sec," Scott hushed him, gripping his arm. Tony glared at him with cold eyes. Calm down? CALM DOWN?

"Dude, he's with us...just tinier..." Scott murmured, releasing his grip from Tony's elbow. The mechanic raised his brow at him, quite confused. "What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"Cassie..." Scott murmured, looking down at his daughter. Tony's eyes soften as his eyes were meeting Cassie's small form. The little girl bit her lip and held out her hand, revealing a very tiny Peter Parker.

Peter was standing in the middle of her palm, looking at Tony with wide eyes, and a scared expression. Everything was bigger than him, and it was absolutely overwhelming. If it weren't for Scott's reassurance, he probably would've died of a stroke.

Tony's eyes widened just as big and bent down to meet Peter's small form, so his eyes could see the boy clearly.

"Peter?"

The kid gulped and nodded, trembling a bit.

"Oh my gosh," Tony murmured, dropping his keys. If Cassie wasn't a minor, they would be hearing curses from hell.

"We'll get him fixed!" Scott said quickly. "Just give me a day or two and he'll be back to his normal self."

Tony nodded, but his gaze were still on the the very tiny, small Peter.

"Here," Cassie said simply, gently moving her hand, eagerly for Tony to hold out his hand to deposit the precious cargo.

"Oh, um." Tony knew he had a phobia of being handed things and he felt hesitant, worried that his hands would shake, but as he saw the kid with much more than worry fall upon that face, he couldn't help but feel like he needed to protect that small, tiny form.

As Tony was contemplating, Peter suddenly remembered his mentor's phobia, and before Tony could lift a finger, Peter clutched Cassie's thumb and shook his head.

The small girl furrowed her brow and looked down at him. "Whats wrong?"

"N- nothing, just settle me on the floor, and then Mister Stark could pick me up from there."

It was an odd request, but she shrugged and shifted herself onto her knees, making sure she cupped her hand gently, securing Peter.

Once Cassie flattened her palm against the floor, Peter darted off her hand, like a scared mouse running away from a mouse trap.

Tony watched in still shock, as he watched Peter scurry off to Tony's shoe. He almost felt scared that he would hurt the poor kid if he moved even one inch.

But as soon as Peter rammed into Tony's shoe with full force and holding on tightly, he could see the trust melting off of Peter on him.

Peter trusts him. He trusts Tony.

The billionaire kneeled gently, trying not to move so much, seeing that Peter was clutching his shoe like it was his lifeline.

"Hey, Pete," Tony whispered. "Lets say you get off my shoe and somewhere else comfier, hm?"

His calloused hand hovered over Peter's tiny head, almost reluctant to touch such a fragile kid. Almost like a small premature baby.

Tony gently used his pointer finger to every so gently and softly, pat the kid's head. Immediately, Peter flinched, but looked up at the finger that froze.

Tony was about to retract his hand when he saw the kid flinch. Maybe he was too hard. Maybe he shouldn't do this.

The thoughts ended as he felt something wrap around his finger. Looking down again, he saw Peter hanging on for dear life on his extended finger.

Peter looked at him with desperation and luckily, Tony immediately scooped him up, cupping him securely in the palms of his calloused hand.

He noticed that Peter instantly relaxed in his hand, but he kept a firm grip on his thumb now.

"You think you can take care of him?" Scott murmured, holding out Peter's backpack to Tony.

"Course," Tony replied, eyes never leaving his hand, as he held the most precious and tiny living being he has ever held. Absentmindedly taking the backpack from Scott with his other hand, he lifted a brow when it was mostly empty.

"You have the spider suit, right?"

"Duh." Scott rolled his eyes. "I'll see you later. Be careful of him. We already called Aunt May that he would be spending the night at your place."

"Well, at least she was convinced," Tony muttered.

When the two left, Tony was left with a tinier size of Peter freaking Parker, who was sitting on his palm, looking around, alerted by every single movement. His small fingers still clinging onto his thumb.

It was weird to see Peter this...small.

Tony also noticed that Peter was wearing doll clothes, probably stripped from Cassie's dolls of course. God, it must be very itchy if Peter kept scratching his neck.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked, walking into the kitchen with Peter cupped in his hand gently. He felt Peter nod feebly and tremble a bit.

Definitely, the kid was not alright. How he shakes, and how he's not speaking. It worried Tony.

"Are you sure, kid?" Tony asked again, furrowing his brow at Peter.

A small, squeaky voice spoke up. "Y-yeah, just...um-feeling...small." Peter frowned slightly.

That was something Tony was not denying. "Yeah, kid. Your way to small for me to ruffle your hair," he replied, trying to make it a joke, but still a bit worried. The lights dimmed up immediately when Tony strolled into the kitchen.

He looked down at Peter, suddenly hit with the realization.

Ah. What was he going to feed him?

Tony didn't think he would have miniature sized foods, so he decided to get some crackers, and a cap full of water. Maybe that would work. "Hey, kid?" Peter looked at him questionably.

"You think I can settle you on top of the counter for a few moments?"

Peter hesitated, afraid that something was just going to swoop him under his feet like a feather. But, he nodded and let Tony's hand hover over the counter closely, and tipped his hand to the side, making Peter slide off easily.

Peter hit the counter with a thud, landing on his two small feet.

He watched as Mister Stark turned around and rummage through the pantry, obviously looking for some type of food. Peter looked around, getting the full feeling of his surroundings. Hey, if he was going to be stuck like for this for a day, then he might as well explore around.

Walking aimlessly around the counter, he spotted the sink. Feeling a bit confident that nothing would happen, he wandered to the sink. It was so weird to see everything so big. When he got a bit closer to the sink, he saw the sponge twice as big, with suds oozing out still.

Around the sink, it was wet, so he took every step carefully. The sink itself looked like a massive pool with much depth more than regular pools. The faucet dripped with water that was almost half the size of Peter. One drip with water, and he could be soaking wet.

Peter leaned in farther into the sink. He saw a dirty bowl full of water. Some silverware were residing as well too.

While he was looking at the sink, Mister Stark finally found what he was looking for. He grinned when he got the goldfish, but when he turned around, his face paled instantly.

"Hey kid!" Tony's voice broke Peter's concentrating and without thinking, he jerked his whole body, almost a bit too sharply as he lost his balance and slipped into the sink. There was a splash and then a quick in take of breath from Peter.

Tony dropped the goldfish box on the ground, letting it spill all over the floor and rushed to the sink. He saw Peter soaking wet in a bowl full of water. Peter's hair drenched with wet and soaking clothes clinging onto his wet skin.

"Pete!"

Peter flopped out of the bowl, shivering madly now. The water was not warm. Definitely not warm.

"I-I'm k-kinda cold," Peter's voice laced with shakiness.

Tony panicked and collected the small Peter with both of his hands and rushed into his bedroom. He slammed the door opened and went into his own private bathroom, where he grabbed a small towel, wrapped the fuzzy thing around Peter and laid him on the counter.

Peter instantly buried himself into the towel, glad that something keeping him warm.

"Are you alright, kid?" Tony bent his head to the level where Peter could see his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Peter murmured, using the edge of the towel to dry his face up. Tony frowned still when he noticed that Peter was still shivering. Then, a light bulb popped into his head.

Straightening up completely, he opened a drawer and spotted the thing he was looking for.

Blow Dryer.

Tony took it out and plugged it in. He turned the setting to warm and turned to Peter with a small grin.

"Why don't we warm you up? I'm sure this will help you out,"

Peter smiled and nodded. With that, Tony put it on low and blew it a few inches away from Peter's form. Immediately, Peter could feel the warm breeze hitting his cold face, and he could just feel himself leaning closer to the blow dryer.

Peter hummed contently.

Tony chuckled and allowed himself to leave for a second to get the food. Ignoring the spilled mess, he picked up the box and grabbed a few of the goldfish and went back into his bedroom.

He couldn't help but grin when he saw Peter out of the towel and right in front of the blow dryer now, smiling as well.

"Alright kid, while you're heating up, you might as well eat too," Tony said, placing a few gold fish in front of Peter.

The boy looked up and nodded, using his tiny hands to pick up only one goldfish, not moving from his spot. He was only able to hold one goldfish at a time. And God, it looked freaking adorable to Tony.

He couldn't help it. His kid was small, cute and adorable. Not to mention that his cheeks would be chubby whenever he took a big bite.

Tony sat on the toilet, studying Peter take mini sized bites of his food.

Eventually, Peter finished with a satisfied burp.

"Geez kiddo, excuse you," Tony chuckled. "You full already?"

Peter nodded and smiled at his mentor. "The goldfish was pretty big."

"Yeah, no kidding,"

As soon as Peter was dry, he stood up and walked to the direction Tony was at. The billionaire watched the kid scurry across the bathroom counter and stop right at the edge, looking at Tony with a shy expression.

Soon enough though, Peter held out his hands towards Tony, as if wanted to be held again.

Tony got the message and flattened his palm out.

The kid walked quickly on Tony's palm and held onto his thumb when he started lifting his hand again. Though this time, Tony's hand went all the way up to his shoulder. Peter looked at Mister Stark.

"Here, you can get on my shoulder," He says, nudging his thumb away from Peter's grasp.

"You sure?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, Pete. I can't use one arm while I'm holding you."

Seeming reluctant he jumped on his mentor's shoulder and sat down, taking a fistful of Tony's shirt to ensure his security.

With that, Tony sauntered out of his bedroom and into the living room.

He sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV.

"What do you want to watch?" Tony asked.

"Star Wars IV!" Peter exclaimed, smiling.

"Despite being small, your change in movies hasn't?"

"Nope!" Peter popped the 'p'

Tony huffed a laugh and shook his head. "Okay, kid. Hey Fri, put on Star Wars IV."

Almost 1 hour into the movie, Tony froze when he felt Peter slide off his shoulder and onto his stomach. The boy stumbled a bit, making him trip and face-plant into his stomach.

"Uh, kid?" Tony asked, using his index finger to nudge the kid gently.

"Sorry... your just really warm..." Peter's voice was muffled into Tony's shirt.

"On my stomach, really?" He asked incredulously, trying to conceal his smile tugging at his lips when Peter only leaned farther into Tony's stomach.

"...and squishy," Peter whispered.

"Oi, I heard that. I'm not that fat," Tony mumbled, but there no real bite in the words.

Peter didn't respond, and Tony thought he was engrossed in the movie, so he kept watching it and allowed Peter to use his stomach as a big pillow or something. A half an hour later, he didn't hear anything from the kid, that is until he looked down.

"Pete?"

The boy was curled up, his mouth parted just a bit, and eyes closed. Peter was long gone.

"Kid!" Tony whispered, exasperated. Well, looks like he's stuck here for awhile. He knew he was able to just shift him and place him in a tissue box or something, but when he looked at Peter sleeping contently, he couldn't bring himself to wake him up.

So instead, he covered the kid with his large hand, completely shielding him like a turtle shell and shifted a bit to the point where he was able lay his head against the couch's headrest.

After all that, he un-cupped his hand and saw that the kid did not stir. Not once.

"What am I going to do with you?" Tony asked, sighing as he felt like he won't be able to sleep tonight because he has some fragile on his stomach. God, he was turning paternal.

"Friday, turn off the lights," Tony's voice was hushed.

The lights turned off immediately, and then Friday's voice was just as quiet as Tony's.

"Good night, sir."

Peter woke up with a gasp, sweat forming on his forehead. "Stupid nightmare," he murmured, swiping the sweat off. He blinked for a few seconds to get rid of some tears that were threatening to spill. He didn't even notice that there were tears drying on his cheek. Gaining his composure, he noticed that he was still small...

And he was also on his mentor's stomach.

Crap.

There was a flashback when he said that Mister Stark's stomach was squishy and comfy. Then, he fell asleep without warning apparently.

Peter felt his ears burn red as he looked up and saw Tony's chest rumbling as he was snoring loudly.

Oh. Warmth coursed through his entire body when he realized that Mister Stark really stayed on the couch because he didn't want to wake him up. Smiling, he patted gently on Tony's stomach, fluffing it up like it was a pillow and laid back down, but his eyes never closed.

His smiled faltered during it as he remembered his nightmare.

Peter couldn't sleep. He was wide awake.

Sitting up, he looked at Tony's sleeping face, and then looked at the arc reactor. It glowed brightly under Mister Stark's shirt.

Unknowingly, Peter got up and started to tread lightly to the destination, eyes widening every step he took. The light was just calling his name. When he got super close, he heard humming.

It sounded so soothing, he sat down criss-crossed applesauce and just listened the lulling sound. It was to calming, that he didn't notice Mister Stark was watching him with tired eyes.

After a few minutes of Tony processing what was going on and wondering why the kid was just staring at his arc reactor, he had to say something."Kid?" He whispered, brows furrowing when he saw some dried up tears on the kid's cheek.

Peter looked up at him. His eyes were so...distant.

"Pete? Hey kiddo..." Tony used his thumb to try to wipe some hairs away from Peter's face, though it looked like he used his thumb to poke his face. Getting no response, he retracted his thumb, but two tiny hand caught it and wrapped their arms around the thumb. Almost like a baby when someone nudges its fist until the baby grabs on.

"Mister Stark?" A small, hoarse voice leaked into the billionaire's ears.

"Hey, kiddie. Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his eyes as it bled through Peter's.

He sniffed in response, but nodded.

"Yeah, no you're not. What's going on, buddy?"

Seeing the kid's lip quiver, and their arms wrapped firmly around his thumb, Tony's face softened instantaneously.

"Com'on Pete, tell me what's wrong," Tony encouraged.

It took a full minute, but kid eventually faced defeat. Knowing that Mister Stark won't let this go, he took a shaky breath.

"I-I had a nightmare."

Tony blinked.

"I know-its s-stupid, a-and-"

"Hey, kid," Tony hushed gently. "Its okay, everyone gets nightmares."

Peter only held on tighter. "I-I, you remember Toomes?" He asked, looking at Mister Stark with misty eyes. Tony has tried to forget it, but it always seemed to bite him back in the butt sometimes.

"Yeah kid, I do," He replied.

"W-well, a-after that," Peter took a big breath. "I-I followed him into a warehouse where we battled. When I tried taking him down, he had his wing suit, and- but I-it collapsed, Tony. The building just collapsed on me and-"

"But, didn't it have supports?" He asked faintly.

Peter looked down. "It used to..."

"Oh my God," He whispered as sudden gears starting churning and working. "You didn't have your suit. I-I took it away from you, didn't I?"

Peter nodded weakly.

Peter nodded once again. "H-he trapped me there after...and I-couldn't breathe. My chest felt like my chest was on fire, and my ribs ached so badly. There were dust in my eyes and-and mouth. I-no one was there...Tony, I was so scared. B-but, I lifted it and that was it..."

When hearing the nightmare, he just wanted to call himself an a**hole now. This kid. This freaking kid lifted the remains of some kind of concrete building...without his suit. Dear goodness gracious.

"Kid...I-I'm so sorry... If you had the suit...it would've been able to call somebody and-God-I'm so sorry, Pete."

Peter shook his head, "It-it wasn't your fault. You tried protecting me by taking away the suit, but I just kept like I was still freaking invisible or something." He laughed mirthlessly. "I was so freaking stupid,"

If Peter wasn't so small, he would've given a bone crushing hug for the kid.

"Kid," Voice suddenly emotional. "You aren't stupid. You're a kid, yes. But, you got guts. I'm proud of you, don't think otherwise."

Peter looked up, eyes shimmering. "Y-you mean it?"

"Course I do, kiddo. Your my kid."

Peter was awestruck. Whether that The Tony Stark called him his kid, or that he was proud of him.

"Mister Stark, I-I don't what to say?"

"How about go to bed?" Tony asked, raising his brow playfully.

Peter laughed and nodded, but then turned worried.

"What now, kid?"

"Is it okay, for you know...sleep here?" Peter asked worriedly, and a bit sheepish.

Tony was silent for a second.

"I'm sorry," Peter rambled, about to jump off. "I'll get off and sleep somewhere else."

When trying to get off, Tony stopped him with his large hand.

"Woah there, kid. Where are you going to go? Its fine, you can sleep here on my 'squishy' stomach." He emphasized the last words. Peter's cheeks turned a subtle pink hue, but nodded as he flopped down on his stomach, arms stretched out, as if he was hugging Mister Stark.

Peter inhaled his mentor's shirt, smelling the oil and cologne. It was an odd smell for most people, but it smelled reassuring.

"Good night, Mister Stark," Peter muffled into the shirt.

Tony chuckled and tapped lightly on Peter's small head. "Night, kid."

One last Chapter :) Before anything else, I wanted to get the full feel of Tony having a phobia of being handed things, along with being afraid to hold something that fragile. Combining them together will just make it worse, and thats what Tony was feeling. But I freaking love the headcannon where Peter is able to hand Tony something without him being freaked out about that.