Fury sat at his desk looking through files that he needed to prep the team for. He sighed rubbing the crest of his forehead as he shut his eyes for a long moment. He had been exhausted since the Super Dads had moved their tiny spider monkey into the tower. The kid never slept. He also was never where he was supposed to be. He never listened. Fury would be damned if they could put a leash on the child to stop him from sneaking up on people. Someday, he reminded himself, to recruit Peter for stealth on missions. The kid would be amazing later in life.

Fury felt a small poke to the top of his head.

He opened an eye as it twitched.

"Peter…" he warned as the small child poked his head again. He looked up seeing the small boy hanging from the ceiling of his office on a web thread his t-shirt hanging lopsided over his torso.

"Can I see it?" the boy asked grinning down at the director.

"No." he sighed out swatting the finger away when it came back to poke him again. "Peter, I do not have time for this. Go bother your fathers." He snapped.

"Can I see it now?" Peter asked again coming lower. His face was now present in front of Fury's. The older man sighed. He clicked a button on the top of his desk. Peter heard a small buzz before Tony answered the other end.

"Yeah boss?"

"Get your mother fucking kid!" Fury snapped into the intercom. Peter froze hanging on his web sucking in a breath.

"Peter!" Tony shouted from the intercom. He had about two minutes flat to get out of that room before his dad showed up.

"Better get swinging kid." Fury smirked wagging an eyebrow at him. The boy hightailed it up on his web and swung along the roof quickly to an air conditioning unit vent as Tony came stomping up the stairs. He flung the door open panting from running. Stark looked at Fury raising his eyebrows.

"Where is he?" he asked the director.

"Vents. As usual." He shrugged chuckling. That boy would be the death of Captain America and Tony Stark.

"I swear he gets faster every day. I'm going to put a tracker on his ass." Tony grumbled narrowing his eyes up at the ceiling. They couldn't hear him crawling around, because let's face it he was a spider-boy, but he knew his kid was up there.

"Just keep him out of trouble for a day. I need to get some work done." Fury told him agitated.

"Sir, there's a visitor at the main entrance." Jarvis cut in between them.

"Who is it?" Tony asked.

"It's a young boy sir. Scanning…" there was a brief pause. "Name: Wilson, Wade." Tony sighed heavily running a hand down his face.

"Oh not this kid again. I can't take Peter playing pranks with Wade's help today…"

"He's crying sir." Another short grumble from Stark before Fury growled in his direction.

"OUT! I have work!" he pointed to the door. Tony trudged down the stairs about to yell for his son but he stopped. Jarvis had said that Wade was crying. Something in the back of his head told him to wait. He stopped in front of the door and reached for the button to make it slid open taking a breath. It wasn't as if he didn't see this kid around Peter enough; they were best friends. He wanted a better influence on his son. Wade was always such a bad natured child and he was constantly in trouble. The door slid open. Tony stiffened.

There was a sad sniffle, pathetic really, before the small blonde boy brought a hand up to his eye trying to rub at it.

"Wade." Tony said more gently than usual to the boy.

"Mr. Stark." Wade sniffled trying to make it seem like he hadn't been crying. He wiped at his eyes sharply making them more red.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked as the boy looked down. He wouldn't look him directly in the eyes.

"Nothing sir. I just wanted to see if…if Peter was home." He muttered. Stark knew something was wrong. He sighed bending down on one knee before taking the kids chin and making him look up. He sucked in a breath.

"Wade." He said sharply making the boy bit his lower lip. "Who did this to you?"

There was a large purpling bruise starting along his right eye and a red blotch on his cheek.

"No one." The boy whispered.

"Who's here?" Steve asked walking up behind Tony at the doorway.

"Peter's inside buddy." Tony said picking up the boy. "Let's go find him."

(Later in the Tower)

"I'm going over there." Steve said pacing the floor of their bedroom in the tower. Tony watched his partner, and frankly, he'd never seen him more angry. He took a breath and put a hand on Steve's bicep gently. The blonde male stopped pacing but his shoulders were tense.

"A child Tony." He seethed between his teeth. "He hurt a child."

"I know." Stark soothed him running his fingers down his arm. He took Steve's hand pulling him closer. The bigger male sighed before allowing Tony to hug him.

"I am Captain America. I have every right to go over there and beat the living he…" Tony chuckled.

"Language Capsicle." Tony chided him. "How about I handle this one. Iron Man style." He grinned. "It's not really Captain America's angle to beat the crap out of people out of the blue. I'll help him remember not to lay a hand on his son."

There was a loud clatter from the room down the hall. Then instant silence.

"Peter!" Steve called out. No response.

"Wade!" Tony snapped. Again, silence. Both adult men sighed glancing at one another. Silence was never good.

(In Peter's room)

"I told you not to do it!" Peter rushed out in a whisper trying to snatch the curtain rod out of Wade's hands. The older boy just laughed holding it over his head.

"It's called a spear Peter." Wade announced holding it above the other boy's reach. He'd managed to jump off the bed in enough of an angle to pull the curtain down causing a crash in the bedroom. He'd then dive rolled across the carpet sprawled out in the curtains to untangle the rod. After he'd wrestled it out he'd hoisted it above his head, brandishing it as a weapon. He grinned.

"Put it down Wade." Peter said quickly.

"Make me." He chuckled.

"I'll take that." Tony snatched the rod from the boy's hands standing over him. Steve rubbed the back of his neck eyeing the boys.

"Ok, it's bedtime." He smiled.

"Aw come on Mr. Stark!" Wade whined trying to climb up the man's leg to reach the rod again.

"Dad, can we read a book?" Peter asked taking Steve's hand.

"Sure which book?" He let Peter take him over to the bookshelf across the room as Tony continued to try and pry Wade from his thigh. Wilson clung there like a koala bear glaring up at Tony.

"It's my Spear of Destiny!" Wade protested as Tony trudged over to put the empty rod back on the window. No point in curtains at this point.

"It's going to be a rod up your little as…" Tony started but stopped when he earned a menacing glare from Steve.

"Boys." Steve said firmly. It was his soldier tone and gosh did Tony love that tone. "Bed. Now. Peter, I'll read the one about Hawkeye tonight ok?" Peter nodded and scrambled up to his bed. He snuggled down under the comforter, a Stark Industries design, and scooted over to make room for Wade.

"Am I allowed to stay?" Wade suddenly asked eyeing the bed. Tony felt his gut bottom out. He had been rude to the little punk about five minutes ago forgetting completely that he was petrified to go home.

"You're always welcome here Wade." Steve said sitting on the edge of the bed. Wilson glanced at Tony biting his lip again.

"Doors open no matter what kid." And with that, Wade scrambled for the bed hopping up and in beside his best friend.

"Thanks Mr. Stark! Thanks Mr. Rogers!" it was like a weight came off Wade's chest and he felt safe. Both Tony and Steve saw the small smile that crossed his face. Yup. His dad was in for a real whooping when they finally got the boys to sleep. A thought crossed Steve's mind…it had been a while since Bucky had gotten a real good mission to let loose and be his soldier self again; maybe he'd want to take care of this one. He made a note in his head to call his friend in a a little while.

"Alright boys…Hawkeye is a very important hero. He's not the kind of hero that…" Tony listened as Steve started reading the book to the boys. He supposed they were probably stuck with Wade hanging around forever. He seemed like the kind of kid that would stay by Peter's side no matter what and as a father he was suddenly proud to know his son had that kind of friend…even if he did make weapons out of furniture.