Kinda short I know, but I'm super busy and wanted to post something.
"Hey buddy. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Peter mumbled as he continued to methodically pet Lucky. They were sitting in front of the couch in Clint's apartment, Aladdin on the TV and a barely eaten bowl of popcorn in front of them.
Clint had noticed something off about the kid since he pick him up for their movie night. His little brow furrowed and his lips pouted in a way that showed sadness and not the boys typical bratty petulance when he didn't get something he wanted.
"Is your new puzzle I gave you going okay?" He asked the little guy, trying to get anything out him. He had been silent most of the night, something very out of character for Peter.
"Yes."
Clint sighed. "Come on, bud. Talk to me." He rubbed his hand up and down Peter's little back. "You know you can, right?"
The question went without response for a few minutes, and Clint was about to give up when a little voice squeaked out whisper.
"Dad's giving up."
"What?"
"My dad said he's giving up. That he and daddy shouldn't get back together no more."
Baffled, "He said that to you?" Clint asked.
Peter shook his head and began pulling on Lucky's ear. "No. I heard them taking this morning."
Oh, well that's terrifying. Who knew what was flying out of Tony's angry mouth in that conversation. More than likely nothing Peter shouldn't be hearing. God, Clint was not child counselor. What the hell is he supposed to say to the kid?
"We'll look buddy." Peter turned to look at him. "You know, grown ups say and do things when they're angry that they don't really mean. Your dad's love each other a lot, and it's gonna take a lot more than this for them to break up."
"But they already broked up."
Clint shook his head. "They aren't broken up completely. Mistakes were made and they needed their space from each other."
Peter was quiet for another moment. Moving to plucking on Lucky's neck fur, obviously to the dogs slight annoyance by the huff he gave off.
"So they'll sleep in the same bed again soon?"
Clint shrugged, "Maybe."
"I'd like that." Peter whispered. "They made happy noises when they were in bed together and thought I was asleep. I like when they're happy."
Clint choked a little at that. Oh lord, this kid. He chuckled, "I'm sure they did."
Peter smiled blindly up at him. "Clinty, can we do something for my daddies? Help them remember how much they love each other?"
"Well, that depends. What ideas you got?"
"Well..." The boy grinned.