Two college classes, a first date, a prom, and a bout with Covid later, I am back! So sorry about the wait!

Rebekah

SIDE NOTE:

I just finished watching Spider-Man: Far From Home and had this idea, so be warned that this potentially contains Endgame spoilers, Infinity War spoilers, Iron Man spoilers, and pretty much every other spoiler for any other movie before and including Far From Home!

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Tony felt the very moment that Peter went limp in his arms. He carefully lowered the child to the floor, Stephen making haste to his side to help him.

"Don't move him," Stephen advised. "Stay here tonight. Both of you. And Morgan and Mrs. Stark are welcome to stay, too."

Tony hesitated, but then he nodded and made to lift the teenager, Stephen right there to assist, opening a portal directly into one of the many unused bedrooms for their use.

Tony tucked Peter into the bed, Stephen standing back near the door to watch the careful, tender movements. The comforter folded over, under, tucked at the corners. It looked comfortable and normal to the engineer, and Stephen could only assume that this was a nightly ritual with young Morgan Stark.

"I'll go get your wife and child," Stephen murmured lowly, not wishing to wake the boy. "You'd best stay with him. He's liable to panic if he wakes up alone."

As if on cue, Peter drew in a deep breath in the midst of his sleep, his lids flickering as his hand searched blindly for purchase. Tony covered the hand with his own, stilling the motion, and nodded a quick agreement to the doctor.

In a flash of the gold portal, Stephen Strange was gone.

"Mrs. Stark, you need to come with me."

Pepper froze at those words. They'd been uttered before not quite a year previously, and they'd lead to a battlefield where she'd watched her husband almost die.

But as she stood froze, her pulse jumping and her eyes fixated on the floor, she felt a kindly hand rest on her shoulder. She tore her attention from the wooden flooring and looked to the doctor, pain and fear radiating from her.

"Tony is safe," Strange assured her. "We've found Peter. He's staying until tomorrow at the Sanctum and Stark is staying with him. He requested you and your child be with him."

Pepper's face visibly relaxed, softening into a look of relief.

"And Pete? He's alright? When I heard that - I thought - was worried that-" she inhaled sharply. Strange understood.

"He's shaken, and malnourished, and exhausted... but he'll be fine. Do you want to get some things together for the night? I want to be there if the boy wakes up. Stark's not exactly equipped to deal with a panic attack at the moment.

"Of course. Morgan! Come here!"

The small girl he'd seen at the funeral clinging to her mother's hand skidded around the corner momentarily and crashed into the doctor who was forced to grab her to keep them both upright.

"Did Daddy find Petey?" Morgan demanded. Her tone and expression were both Tony-worthy, and Strange smiled slightly.

"Yes. We both found Peter, but he has to stay at my house tonight. How would you like to stay there with him?"

Morgan's reaction was worthy of a five-year-old.

She bounced on her toes, her little hands clapping together as she crowed: "Petey! Petey!"

"Yes," Pepper agreed, smiling slightly. "Petey's not feeling well, but he'd probably feel a lot better with his baby sister there. What do you say, Morgan?"

"I say I'm not a baby," she shot out promptly. The corners of the doctor's mouth twitched as he nodded toward the stairs.

"I'd like like to be back as soon as possible," he reminded them. "Please... er-" he exhaled. "Step on it."

The following ten minutes were packed with Pepper attempting to prepare overnight bags for herself and her husband and child while Morgan skipped around, gathering a toyshop of stuff she was going to show Peter.

Finally, Pepper put her foot down.

"Your brother will come home with us tomorrow. You can show him everything then. Two toys only."

Again, Morgan's response was appropriate to a five-year-old. She stomped her hello kitty sock-clad foot upon the floor and then switched back to Tony Stark's daughter.

"Five," she negotiated.

"Three," Pepper pressed back.

"Four," Morgan fought on, but Pepper didn't budge.

"Three."

"Fine. Three..." Morgan conceded. She huffed a long-suffering sigh and then turned to go back to her room to pick out her toys. Right before turning into her bedroom she shot a glance over her shoulder. "Three and one extra!"

A half hour had passed by the time they finally stepped through the portal and into Peter's temporary bedroom. Pepper wasted not a moment. She rushed to the bedside and dropped a hand onto Tony's shoulder, the fingers on her other moving to stroke Peter's soft, bruised cheek.

Tony turned into her, pulling her close and kissing her hair softly.

"He's here," he whispered. "He's finally here..."

"And I am too!" Morgan announced, just as a reminder of her presence.

Pepper rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.