Natasha pulled her dark red hair into a tight ponytail on the back of her head. She smirked, tugging on her hair to might it as taunt as possible. Usually, she was able to do flips and kicks with her hair falling around her shoulders, but for today, she was dressing casually. Clad in black leggings and a grey workout bra, she headed down to the gym.

Today, she was training Peter. The youngster usually was able to hold his ground pretty well, but after he knocked Tony out, Natasha told Peter he needed practice with his hand to hand combat without using his super strength.

"Besides, it'll help you with those kids that beat the hell out of you back in Queens," she told him as she tried to persuade him into the sessions.

"They don't pick on me anymore," Peter responded suspiciously "And besides, I don't really live in Queens anymore."

Peter agreed to the sessions anyway.

When she walked into the gym, Peter was waiting. To her surprise, he was already sweaty from lifting weights.

"What're you up to, Parker?"

"Bench press," he said happily "I lifted six times my weight."

Natasha shook her head sarcastically.

"You ready?"

"I guess."

Natasha could tell the young Avenger was scared of her. Hell, she could tell most people were scared of her. Her intimidating nature always stood out, causing a lot of people to run in the opposite direction. She could tell Peter was shaking in his boots.

Who wouldn't?

"You know how to throw a punch?"

"Yeah."

"Bring it on then."

Peter lunged, going at her legs. Natasha fell to her knees, and pinned him down on his back. Peter gasped for breath, trembling. He didn't want to use his super strength, especially after what he did to Tony. However, he didn't want to lose to Natasha. He jumped up, grabbed her pony-tail, and dragged her towards the elliptical on the other side of the room. Natasha flung her body weight forward, and jumped back up to her feet. Peter threw a punch, which she caught in her cupped hands.

He groaned, gritting his teeth together. Natasha twisted his arm, putting more and more pressure on his joints. She could feel Peter pushing back, and the suddenly . . .

SNAP.

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Tony shuffled through a stack of papers. Once again, he was in politician mode. The U.N. was considering some Avenger interference with Isil, and they kept asking his opinion. All he could say is that he would be more than happy to go beat up Isil's ass for them, but he'd wait for their word.

When they got his response, they'd debate a bicker even more. It was frustrating not being able to help people right when they were hurting, but then again, this was how he would be able to regain these people's trust.

The door to his office swung open, and Tony leaned back in his chair. Natasha was standing in the door. She was sweating a little bit, and based off of her apparel, he assumed she'd been hitting the gym.

Something was wrong.

Instead of entering with her same confident approach, she looked uncomfortable . . . and guilty.

"Natasha, what's wrong?"

She dropped her head reluctantly, and her feet shifted awkwardly on the floor.

Damn, what's wrong?

"Natasha, what've you done?"

Her facial expression made it look like she was a child caught with her hand sticking in the cookie jar.

"Natasha Romanoff! What have you done?"

Natasha gulped.

"It's Peter—"

"What about Peter?"

"He—well—uh—"

"What have you done?"

"I broke his arm!"

"HELL NO!"

Tony jumped up from his desk, blazing with fury. He stormed over to Natasha, who was trying to be brave. She stuck her chin out, ready to face the wrath of Anthony Stark.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?" he yelled, grabbing her arm tightly.

"Training," she replied, hoping she didn't look like she was crying.

Tony dropped her arm, and ran his fingers through his thick curls.

"Is he in the med bay?"

"Yeah, I took him there before I—you know, came here."

He groaned, spinning around angrily. His blood broiled within him, making him feel extremely hot and sickly. The idea of Peter having his arm broken made him feel sick. He shivered.

Normally, breaking an arm was a rite of passage for teenage boys. Tony himself broke his left arm twice when he was younger, so he shouldn't have been worried about Peter.

Still . . . Peter was valuable to him.

Peter mattered a lot more than he'd like to admit. Something about the kid made him happy and feel like he was at home. Peter gave him the sense of family, something he'd forgotten ever since his parents died at the hands of the Winter Soldier.

He shook his head furiously. Suddenly, he pointed at Natasha, his face riddled with anger.

"Natasha Romanoff, if you dare do something like this again I will burn you into the pile of shit that you are!"

After getting that out of his system, he ran. It took a while for him to realize he wasn't going to the med bay. He shouted outrageously, and turned the other way.

He needed to get to the med bay to make sure he was alright.

His cellphone buzzed; it was Rhodey. Tony lifted it to his ear, but kept running.

"Natasha told me Peter broke his goddamn arm. What happened?"

"I see how it is. She—she broke it. I'm not letting that bitch go near him again."

"Tony, you can't blame her for his."

"Yes, I can!"

"Tony—Tony are you running? You're banting!"

"I gotta get to Peter."

"Natasha said the break was pretty bad. He's unconscious, man. He's in a hell of a lot of pain, and you dashing in and yelling isn't gonna help."

"You think I'm going to him to yell at him because Natasha snapped his bone in half? Hell, Rhodey! You think I'm that big of a douche?"

"Tony—Tony! Stop!"

Tony stopped running, taking a few moments to catch his breath. He could hear Rhodey breathing heavily at the other end of the line.

"Please, can't I go see him?" Tony begged.

"Damn, you're whining like a ten year old."

"Please!" Tony continued "I'll pay you a million dollars!"

"Shut up, man. Fine, go! But be quiet! And I'm coming too!"

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Two Hours Later . . .

Tony passed Rhodey the x-rays, trying not to grimace. It was a clean break, one that would take even Peter a long while to heal.

Rhodey wheeled up close to Peter and stared at the sleeping teenager's face. He seemed peaceful, his chest rising and falling regularly.

Tony stared at the monitors again, relieved to see that his heart beat was stable.

Tony knew that Peter was a fighter from the beginning. His willingness to charge right into the face of danger said something about his character. He was strong, but funny. He got scared, and wasn't afraid to express it. However, he didn't let that crush him in the slightest.

Peter always did his best, and even when he failed, he was willing to try again. He listened to Tony, but wasn't an ass kisser. Peter wanted to please people, but wasn't going to let his desire to please get in the way of his morals.

He always was fun to be around. Whenever he walked into a room, everybody's faces, including Tony's, lite up. Sometimes, when the situation was dark and gloomy, he'd make people smile with a cheesy joke or a sincere flunk.

Tony chuckled slightly thinking back onto some of his favorite memories with Peter. He remembered when Peter told him he couldn't go to Germany because he had homework. That'd been the first time he met him.

Tony knew he'd first enlisted the web-slinging teenager to use him, and well, he did. He didn't expect to see the webster back in his life so soon, but fate has a funny way of orchestrating things.

A lump formed in Tony's throat as he observed the sleeping. Peter was in his life for a reason . . . to fill the empty hole in his heart.

He marveled at how positive and youthful he could stay with his parents and beloved uncle dead. Peter had been bullied beat up, and ridiculed for being brilliant, something which he carried with ease.

Peter was something else.

Peter was unique.

Peter was Peter.

And he was the light of Tony's life.

Suddenly, Peter moved, groaning a little. His eyes opened slowly, and he flinched. Tears began building up in Tony's eyes as Peter blinked because of the bright light hitting his face.

"My god. Everything is so big," he mumbled, reaching up his good arm to rub his eyes.

He jerked it back into place. His face twisted up with pain.

"What happened?"

"You broke your arm," Rhodey said softly, leaning over to adjust the pillow Peter's head was lying on.

"Actually, Natasha broke it," Tony added helpfully.

He choked up slightly when he said that, and prayed silently that Rhodey hadn't noticed.

"You guys are so loud," Peter muttered.

"It's his Spidey Senses" Tony clarified "They're all out of whack."

Peter moaned again, the fingers off his good arm gently brushing against his broken arm. He clamped his eyes shut as if to block out all the larger than life images in front of him.

"Can we give him some pain killers?" Rhodey whispered.

Tony nodded, walking over to a medicine cabinet on the side of the room. He fished through it for a second, and then pulled out a bottle. Dumping three of the piles into his hand, he screwed the lid back on tightly.

"Get some water," he whispered.

Rhodey rolled over to the sink in the corner, and grabbed a paper cup near it. He filled it half-way, and brought it over to Tony, who was now standing by Peter.

"Come on, man," Tony whispered, running his hand over Peter's hot forehead "Open up. This'll make the pain stop a little bit. It'll also calm the fever."

Peter obeyed, allowing Tony to hold his head up as he swallowed the pills.

Peter flopped back down on the bed, and sighed. He appeared extremely uncomfortable, which made Tony's heart lurch.

"Parker, be the badass you are and get better."

"I'll try."

"Oh, and don't go near Natasha again or you're grounded."

"Tony—" Rhodey started.

"I won't. I promise," Peter replied, a small smile spreading across his face.

Tony grinned.

"Now that's the spirit!"

"You gonna put a cast on it?"

"Yeah, what color do you want? I was thinking blue—"

"Cameo. I want cameo. In the fourth grade, Eddie Fischer fractured his wrist and got a cameo cast. I thought it was the coolest thing ever."

Peter smiled again.

"Yeah, yeah. I can do a cameo cast."

"Good."

"Now, what's important is that you get your rest so you can resume your badassery in the morning."

"I'll try."

"Atta boy."

He headed towards the door, and held it open for Rhodey, who wheeled himself out. He walked down the hall a little way, and when he saw that Rhodey was out of sight, he turned around and headed back to the med bay.

Peter was back in the dark embraces of sleep. A soft snore escaped his lips, making Tony giggle to himself.

What a day . . .

He pulled up a chair next to Peter, and sat down. Tony didn't know how long he stayed there. It was late into the night when Vision came down to pay his respects. Of course he did it late at night. The android didn't sleep after all.

Even after Vision left, Tony stayed. For whatever reason, he found watching Peter sleep be peaceful. It calmed his frantic nerves, and convinced him that it would all be okay. Peter would make it out of this messy situation alive, and would be swinging through the sky in no time.

Tony's mind also churned a little bit, trying to figure out ways to make Peter's time off commission as comfortable as possible. He knew Peter's cast wouldn't be water proof, so he started scheming up a way it would be able to make it able to withstand water. Also, it couldn't be scratchy . . . Ah, yes. He'd have to think up a way to avoid that!

"Get better, kid. Please. I need you to."

He didn't know if Peter could hear. It was likely he could. People often hear things when they're asleep, and they enter into their dreams.

Maybe his words were comforting Peter.

He hoped so.

He hoped that his son would be okay.

Author's Note:

While this chapter isn't that humorous, it has some good Tony/Peter moments. I hope you enjoyed reading about Tony being a doting Daddy.

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