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Tuesday. Tony, Peter, Clint, Steve, nat, Bucky and Bruce are all sitting in the common room spread out around the various pieces of furniture. Bucky is, like usual, leaning against steve. Clint is sitting on a bean bag, a pack of chocolate buttons in his hand, next to him is Nat who's siting on a chair. Bruce was siting across from Tony and Peter who are next to each other on the sofa. They're all gathered together with the goal of getting Peter as ready as possible for school tomorrow, though Tony is really the only one doing any work. Yesterday, Tony had taken Peter shoping and bought a plethra of high end stationary and anything Peter could ever need for school.
"You bought him 12 notebook?" Clint asks, sounding shocked as he looks at the pile of stationary on the table that Peter and Tony are currently sorting through.
"Yes. Yes I did" Tony responds, not even bothering to look up as he writes on the lable of each notebook.
"Dont you think thats a bit over kill?" Clint questions.Tony is quick to respond, his tone turning slightly defensive
"Well he needs one for every subject plus extra for studying or whatever"
"Do you know what a helicopter parent is, Tony?" Nat jokes, earning an amused look from clint who pops a chocolate button in his mouth. Tony, for once in his life, isn't able to think of a good comeback. Hearing Nat refer to him as Peter parent raises emotions in him that he'd rather to dwell on. When he relises hes been quiet for too long he retorts with a pathetic "shut up."
Everyone shares looks with each other, all of them with entertained smirks on there faces.
"Someones gone soft"
Cling jabs lamely.
"Im not soft!......im just....taking care of him"
Tony trys to recover, speeding up on the last bit.
"Oh right, taking care of him.... like a father would"
Steve says, with a smirk Tony can only describe as the most shit eating grin on the planet. God, for Americans golden boy Steve sure is a fucking prick, Tony thinks to himself.
Peter goes bright red at Steves coment and distracts himself by puting the new highlighters in his new pencil case. Hes now desperat to not make eye contact with anyone.
Tony responds quickly, not really thinking about his words
"Hes not my son!"
Peter instantly feels a strange sense of dread inside himself though hes not really sure why. Mr Starks not my dad I know that.
Thought Peters reaction isn't visible, tony instantly regrets his words and backtracks.
"Well its- hes not not my son hes-... shut up!"
His words are rushed and clumsy which is a rare thing for the genius.
Peter instantly feels a change inside himself. He tentatively dares a glance at Tony who is glaring at a laughing Clint. Tony notices Peters gaze. His expression drops from anger to adoration as he looks down at the- no his boy.......his.... even just thinking is sends a weird feeling through Tony. Love? Dred? Fear? He can't tell. Hes never been good at identifying his feelings. Hes got Pepper for that.
Everyone is now dead silent staring at the two. Bruce is the first to get up, giving an obviously fake excuse about an emergency in the lab. Everyone else follows shortly after, relising what Bruce is doing.
Soon Peter and Tony are left alone on the sofa. Tony looks back down at Peter after waching everyone leave. He sighs trying to figure out how to say what he wants to.
"Underoos, i-.....i love you, ok? You know that right?" Tonys voice is entwined with all his emotions, not just from the moment, but the feelings of love, and care, and pride and affection from all of the years he'd know Peter. His emotions exploding inside him like that bomb in Afghanistan that somhow hurt his heart less then his emotions where now.
Peter looks at him with with thoes big eyes that make you want to give him everything.
"I- i love you too Mr stark"
Peter barly manages to get his words out, now on the verg of tears.
"I've told you so many times, you dont have to call me Mr Stark, kid."
Tony says with a smile, trying to make the very emotional moments lighter. Peter dosent responded. Tony sighs, dreading yet overjoyed by what hes about to say.
"You can call me dad, kid"
Peters world snaps. He instantly hugs Tony and the tears start rolling. Tony instantly panicked.
"You dont have. I just thought- i thought you might want to. Oh god kid, dont be mad, im so so sorry" Tonys words are fast and filled with fear of rejection.
"No no its ok. I want to.... dad"
Peter whispers, pulling his teary face away from Tonys chest to look up at him. Tony is absolutely lost. He looks down at Peter and pulls him back into a hug, kissing his hair.
"Did you just..."
Peter nods.
They both cry.
Its the best day of both there lives.