A/N: Can I say I'm sorry? I had meant to post this last week, but considering I only got a grand total of maybe 10-12 hours of sleep, that wasn't happening. I'm honestly debating if I should go on hiatus. That would be very liberating for me, but considering I post on an irregular schedule, meh...
As you can tell I'm really tired, it's 2:47 am here, I should be asleep...

In other news, I have this incredibly awesome follower kyuuka yayoi, who was kind enough to point out that someone was plagiarizing my fic. I won't go into details, just gonna say that everything got fixed, and there are no more issues. Can I ask all of you a favor? I know this whole plagiarism thing won't happen again, but if you do see something, please tell me, yeah?

1 year Later, Late August, 7:33 am

In the month before Peter turned 5 the Roger-Starks moved back to New York. Peter was going to start school, and the better schools were located on the east coast. They had been cautious with the move, doing everything slowly, making sure not to draw any attention. Since the last time Peter saw Avengers Tower was when he was a baby, it was like a new house to him. The whole day, when they finally moved back, Peter kept running up and down the stairs, going to the roof, then to the lab, and back up to the living room. Tony would chase after Peter sometimes and Steve would nag that they still have stuff to unpack. But, then he would cave and he'd chase Tony, who'd still be chasing Peter, and Peter would just run and hide anywhere and everywhere he could.

The other residents of the tower had stepped out for that day to give them some time to re-adjust to the tower. After the event of 3 years ago the Avengers had taken to living separately, but after a few months the tower was reconstructed.

Peter was excited to start school. He had really only been around his dad, and aunts, and uncles for most of his early life; there had been day cares and play dates, but Peter was too introverted to really play with kids. During his last play date Peter had played for a good hour, but then he sat in a corner and started reading a Magic Tree House book.

For his ages, Peter was incredibly smart. He had read through book after book, so Tony has just gotten him an ebook reader since they would run out of room for the books soon. Math came naturally to Peter and he could do simple multiplication and division. So naturally Tony had taken to having him in the lab, trying to see if the sciences appealed to him. And to Tony's dismay, of all the sciences out there, Peter chose biology as his favorite; he still really liked spiders.

Against Steve's wishes, and against his own desires, Tony bought multiple biology books for Peter. Granted most of them were too advanced for the kids, but he was a fast learner.

Steve and Tony had gotten into a huge fight over what name to register Peter under. Tony wanted to use Rogers-Stark that way being in the public eye could keep him safe. Steve wanted to use Parker so no one would suspect him being related to the Avengers in any way. In the end the aunts and uncles were brought in to be tie-breakers, and they thought it best to give Peter a normal; childhood and when he got older he could reveal what he real name was.

As expected from their genius son, when they explained the situation, Peter understood completely. Granted Peter didn't to lie to his possible new friends, he knew why. Which was why Peter was now sitting in his booster seat in the back of an inconspicuous car, the only one Tony owned.

xxOOxx

"Tony you were supposed to turn right here." Steve commented, pointing to said turn.

"No, it's two more streets down." Tony sighed out.

"I'm pretty sure we passed the turn." Steve sounded more assertive.

"Last I checked the turn was on 283rd street, not Pinebroke." Tony's grip on the wheel tightened, he didn't like being told he was wrong, when he knew he was right.

"Last you checked I was practically dragging you out of the lab. You had been awake for 52 hours." Steve raised his voice slightly, trying to get through Tony's thick skull.

"If you had let me, I would have left on my own." Tony also raised his voice, teeth slightly gritted.

"I had been down to the lab every 2 hours on the hour. You were still stuck in front of that computer." Frustration was laced in Steve's voice.

"Because I was in the middle of –" Tony raised his voice again, but was cut off by Peter.

"Dads!" Peter shouted, getting their attention. "Turn lef' on the ne't street. At the ne't mall street make a righ', the school is there." His words were a little slurred, but he got the message across.

Steve and Tony were stunned and quiet. Silently Tony signaled and turned, following Peter's directions.

Peter was used to his dads fighting, he had learned that no matter what they're arguing about, they'd drop everything and listen to Peter. It made Peter all happy when his dads listened to him, especially when they ignored everyone that tried to listen to them.

The school came up, though still a block away. Tony parked the car, and turned it off, one hand still gripping the wheel. Neither Tony nor Steve moved, they were stuck, all that was running through their minds was shit, Peter's starting school, we can't be there with him.

Noticing that his dads weren't moving, Peter broke into action. He undid his booster seat straps, slipped on his backpack, and exited the car. Making sure no cars were coming, Peter opened the driver's seat door, and tried to pull Tony out. Undoing his seatbelt, he managed and led him to the sidewalk. Peter did the same to Steve.

Gaining his composure again, Tiny flashed his million-dollar smile that makes the fangirls swoon. He stooped down to Peter's height and asked," You excited about school Petey?" Tony straightened out Peter's jacket; they let Peter dress himself, but today he had asked Tony to help him pick something out.

"I'm really, really excited!" Peter exclaimed bouncing up and down.

Tony kept smiling and ruffled Peter's hair. "Great, now you have to keep up the reputation of the Stark name. No parent will ever tell you what I'm about to tell you: be flirtatious and give 'em hell." Tony winked.

"Tony." Steve sighed out in disapproval, but smiling nonetheless. Putting his hand on Tony's head, he gave it a shove downward. "That's not what you tell a 5-year-old."

Brushing off Steve's hand, Tony stuck his tongue out at him. "My son, I can say what I want." Tony whined taking hold of Peter possessively, holding his head to his chest.

Steve just rolled his eyes, Tony's theatrics always annoyed him, but in an endearing way, if that's even possible. Peter was giggling like a madman, he always very fond of Tony's grandiose displays.

Looking at Peter again Tony kissed his forehead and told him, "Seriously though, Peter, have fun and be safe."

"Ok daddy." Peter smiled, baby teeth and all.

Giving Peter one last hug, Tony stood up. Steve gave Tony a quick kiss on the cheek before taking hold of Peter's had and walked him to the school. Even though Tony would love to see Peter off at the front doors of the school, he would be too easily recognized. No one knows what Captain America looks like under his cowl, so at the very least Steve could see Peter off. Tony went to go sit on the hood of the car, and watched his family go. Everything was going to be all right, it was going to be a good day.

xxOOxx

Steve walked Peter to the front of his school, stopping at the base of the steps. They had decided to show up early to avoid passer-byers, so the area was empty except for a few pedestrians. Steve kneeled down and hugged Peter.

"I want you to be a good boy Peter, and listen to your dad." Steve told him, "The second part, not the first part." He added afterwards.

"Alright papa." Peter wrapped his arms around Steve's neck.

Letting his go, Steve reminded Peter, "And remember, if anything happens, use the cell phone we gave you."

Because Tony is Tony, he made a Stark Phone for Peter. Granted it doesn't have the bells and whistles, but there's enough that Peter can surf the web, call, and text; it had gps, a tracker built into it, and a distress function should if be needed.

"Got it papa. Wuv u. Make suore tat daddy i-in't lony." Peter ordered through a smile.

"Yes, sir." Steve mock saluted. He ruffled Peter's hair, and stood up. "Want me to walk you to your class?"

"No papa, Ima big kid!" Peter hugged Steve's legs one last time before he ran up the steps, and stopped at the top. "Bye papa!" Peter yelled goodbye and walked inside.

Steve felt a oang in his chest, Peter was growing up, he had started school. A car pulled up behind Steve, and he turned around to see Tony looking at him through the passenger window. He walked over to the car and got in.

"It wasn't that bad, I mean, you're not crying are you?" Tony jibed patting Steve on the shoulder.

Steve gave a small laugh, "You're right, besides, you have eyes inside the school don't you?"
With a smug smirk on his face, Tony responded sarcastically, "I have no idea what you mean. I mean I only practically had the school built."

The couple started laughing together, tension leaving then, and finally relaxing for the first time today. After they were able to breathe normally, they sat in silence for a moment, only for a moment.

"You know Tony," Steve started, taking hold of Tony's hand, rubbing circles on it with his thumb, "we have at least 4 hours to ourselves."

A mischievous grin found itself on Tony's lips "Yes I am very aware." Tony said as he turned on the car, pulling onto the road.

"Glad… to… hear… that." Steve said in between each kiss he placed on Tony's knuckles.

Tony drove slightly faster than the speed limit, excited to get home.

xxOOxx

Peter was following the other kids around him, until he reached a secretary standing by a directory with a couple of helpers.

"Eskoos me, miss." Peter called out.

The secretary lowered herself to Peter's height. She has a warm, inviting face, and she spoke with a soft voice. "Yes sweety, can I help you?"

He's not sure why, but something from the back of Peter's mind told him she was dangerous, something wasn't quite right.

"I'm looking for my classroom. My name is Peter Ro—Parker." Peter answered.

"Hmm… Peter Parker… let me check." She stood and went to go look at the roster. "Well it seems you'll be in room 23 with Ms. Dawson."

"Kay, tank you miss." Peter said, already walking away, still on edge because of her.

"Sweety, don't you want me to walk you to your classroom?" the secretary asked, faking concern.

"I can fine it." Peter smiled and kept walking, but not for long, another kid, about Peter's age, crashed into him. Both boys fell clutching their heads, yelling "Ow!"

"Wats where you go!" the young boy that ran into Peter yelled out.

"You ran into me!" Peter defended.

"So. You shooda mofed." The young boy stood up.

"I was wa'king." Peter was starting to get mad; the other boy didn't look like he was going to apologize.

"Boys, boys," the secretary tried getting their attention, but both were already standing, and Peter was walking away.

"Peter, sweety, come back here," the secretary called out to him, but not bothering to chase after him.

The boy did follow Peter, and for a while. Annoyed, Peter turned around and asked him "Why are you following me?"

"You ignored meanie Ms. Tarwood." The boy said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So." Peter huffed, he didn't even know the name of the kid, and he couldn't get rid of him.

"No one belief me when I say she's a meanie." The boy passed Peter, and stopped in front of him. "My name is Harry."

"I'm Peter. Do you know where room 23 is?" peter didn't feel anything off from Harry; he actually felt he could trust him.

"I have Ms. Dawson too, we can go together."

"Kay, where is it?" Peter started smiling, realizing he had just made a friend his own age.

"Dis was." Harry said and started running in the direction of the classroom.

Peter followed, happy and excited. First day of school, already a new friend, it was going to be an awesome day.

A/N: I have no idea if I got the little kid speak right. I'm the youngest, so I don't know what little kids talk like. I'm on tumblr or reading all day, so I don't go out, or watch much tv that isn't part of on of my fandoms. I think I did ok, I mean, not like it's a crime or anything, right ;)