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Tony was excited, the weekend for the MIT Energy Conference was finally here and he couldn’t wait to bring Peter to his old College. It was with that thought that Tony had decided to take the Audi Crossover, that way if Peter wanted to lie down or something he would have the room to do it.
“Kiddo come on, I like to get there a little early so I can talk with a few friends,” Tony called out to his child as he made sure his earpiece that was connected to JARVIS was in his ear properly.
“I’m coming, can I bring my switch with us?” Peter asked out hopefully.
“Sure can,” Tony said out easily as he watched his little boy trot by him to head to the elevator. He made his way to follow after the child before he remembered something important. “One sec Underoos, did you go to the bathroom yet?” He asked out seriously.
Peter grimaced because he wasn’t five years old and also because he didn’t go and knew he needed to go if he didn’t want to have another incident like the one at the park last month. It just sucked that he was being reminded by Tony.
“I’m going,” he mumbled out, not even in the mood to argue as he turned and ran back to the bathroom. He was excited as well and wanted to be on the road already. He finished up quickly, coming out of the bathroom still buckling his pants up as he hurried back to his father.
Tony rolled his eyes, making a mental note to make the child use some hand sanitizer once they were in the car, pressing the button for the elevator to finally take them back.
“Do you need to go?” Peter asked out innocently because that’s what the man had just done to him.
“Nope, I do not,” Tony said out confidently, as he gave the child a look of amusement.
“You never have go,” Peter said with a little frown, sometimes it annoyed him that his father didn’t seem to be tied down by all these human constraints.
“Yes I do, I just never need to go around you, I’m human too kiddo,” Tony said with a Chuckle. He had years of practice to perfect his holding capabilities, he wasn’t always allowed to go in a meeting or what have you so his body was just better at holding it then most people.
“I wish I could hold it as long as you,” Peter grumbled out.
“Yeah that’s not happening, and even if you attempt to do so you physically cannot buddy, you’re metabolism is enhanced,” Tony said as they got off the elevator in the garage.
“Which car are we taking?” Peter asked out instead, choosing to drop this embarrassing topic, because Tony knew more about his own body then he did.
“The crossover,” Tony replied out automatically.
Peter frowned because that wasn’t really what he would call a fun car. “Why are we taking that one?”
“Because it can fit everything we’re taking and then some. It also means you can be as messy as you want when you eat without having to worry about spilling anything,” Tony said it easily.
The real reason he was driving the crossover was in case Peter needed to nap, he had more room to do so. And If Peter needed to pee the potty chair would be right there with no issue. He would prefer not having to make frequent stops but with a little boy like Peter in the car with him, it would be inevitable and the potty chair would help with that.
“That’s fine then, how long is the drive there?” Peter wondered out loud as he stepped out the elevator and started heading to the crossover.
“About 4 hours, if there is no traffic it’s why we are leaving early, I’m trying to beat the lunch hour traffic,” Tony told his child seriously.
“Speaking of lunch, are we going to stop for lunch?” Peter asked out hopefully.
“I don’t think so, I packed some food for you. If you get hungry, we can get something from a drive through but I really just want to get there,”Tony said out easily as he got into the car. The car was already packed and he waited for Peter to get his seatbelt on before he started up the car, and headed out of the garage and to the freeway.
Peter reclined his seat back, and kicked off his shoes, before he pulled out his switch so he could play a game. He put on his noise cancelling headphones, as he wanted to get fully immersed in the game.
~*~*A Few Hours Later~*~*~
Tony shifted in his seat again, and absently looked at his watch before he turned to look back at the road. They were at a complete standstill, and he had no idea why. He gritted his teeth refusing to think on that personal choice he had made about 4 hours ago now. It was really starting to come back and bite him in the ass.
“JARVIS why is there traffic right now? Has something happened up ahead?” Tony asked out tightly.
“There is a 3 car accident 6 miles up ahead, the crash happened in the two furthest left lanes and they are slowly making their way over to the shoulder, a police officer is already on the scene and is directing traffic to merge into one lane. That is where the hold up is coming from,” JARVIS said out quietly.
“Great, just what I wanted to hear right now,” Tony muttered out quietly as he shifted in his seat again. He grimaced as his son’s words ran through his mind, he should have gone before they left like he had made Peter do, what the hell had he been thinking? He hadn’t even thought of an accident as a possibility of happening. Well they do say highlight is twenty-twenty, and he could definitely agree about that.
“Sir, your vitals are a bit alarming, and as it doesn’t like the accident will be getting cleared up any time soon, so why not just the potty chair in the back?” JARVIS asked out curiously.
“Because I bought that for Peter, what would I look like as a grown ass man if I used it?” Tony said out harshly, a little peeved that JARVIS would even suggest that.
“I can assure you that the travel chair doesn’t have an age range sir, if you use it you would look like a human as that is exactly what you are. Your bladder capacity currently sits at 85%, past the time where I would have alerted you if this was the child. It will only go up the longer you hold it sir,” JARVIS said out knowingly. “And when you reach the high 90’s your bladder will let go without your say so, and then what will you look like?”
“Just stop talking JARVIS,” Tony hissed out, as he glanced over to look at the little boy in the passenger seat next to him. If Peter wasn’t in here, he would’ve been tempted to either use the chair, or a bottle of some sort. He wasn’t worried about someone seeing him, the windows were heavily tinted as dark as he legally could.
Peter was engrossed in his game, but he did look over and smile at his father when he felt the man looking at him. It was then when the little boy noticed two things, one his father’s face looked pained, and two they weren’t moving. He quickly pulled off his headphones, giving his father a worried look.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked out, his concern palatable in his tone. Was something wrong with the car?
“Nothing,” Tony said out shortly. He was not going to explain to his 11 year old child what he needed to do, just the thought was enough to bring him shame.
“Then why I have we stopped? And why do you look like?” Peter said as pointed his finger towards his father’s face.
“Why do I look like what?” Tony muttered out, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Like you’re in pain or worried about something,” Peter said out truthfully.
“I’m just wondering why this hold up is taking so long,” Tony said out begrudgingly, and he wasn’t lying he just wasn’t sharing the full truth.
“Oh, what happened? Why did we stop?” Peter repeated out, as his father hadn’t answered his question the first time.
“There’s a car accident up ahead, so we need to chill for right now,” Tony said before he just turned off his car.
At this point, other people were actually getting out of their cars to try see what was happening. They were in one of the furthest lanes to the left, so they had no hope of even trying to merge, they were well and truly stuck.
“Oh no,” Peter whispered out, he had thought they were supposed to be there already but he now knew why.
“Just go back to your game,” Tony muttered out, not trying to be cross with his son but his bladder was refusing to be ignored right now.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows in concentration because a child he was, but stupid he was not. He knew something was wrong with his dad, he just didn’t know what as the man wasn’t sharing with him. He slowly put his headphones back on, making sure to keep the one closest to the door, off his ear just in case his father needed him. He didn’t turn the sound for his game back on, because he didn’t want to get distracted.
Unaware of just what his child was doing, Tony was grateful when Peter returned to his game because he was losing his composure the longer he sat here. He squirmed in his seat for a moment, taking a moment to give his crotch a much needed squeeze while pretending he was just adjusting him. Peter still wasn’t looking at him and he wanted to keep it that way. He thought he would be able to ride out the urges, until a rather forceful one hit him and it was all he could do not to just let go and piss himself in his seat right there.
“Ooh fuck,” he hissed out, only barely managing to keep his bladder in check.
“Sir, I must insist you relieve yourself, this charade is pointless and will only have one outcome and it’s not the one you want. I can assure you, I know the probability and it’s not in your favor,” JARVIS stressed out.
“Shut up Jay, I got this,” Tony said out through is clenched teeth.
That was all Peter could take, his father was clearly in pain he could hear it in the man’s voice. Not to mention the man’s heartbeat was frantic and the little boy was scared because he didn’t know what that meant. He pushed off the headphones and turned a bit so he was looking completely at his father, his own face a picture of misery.
“What’s wrong daddy?” The little boy asked out seriously.
“Nothing Petey pie, I’m okay,” Tony said out slowly, his breaths a bit shallower then he would have liked.
“I heard you curse and I can heart your heartbeat and somethings wrong with you and I wanna know what,” the little boy rushed out before his father could try to placate him again.
“I’m a bit stressed because of the situation that is all kid,” Tony managed to somehow get out.
Aware that his father was just going to continue to lie in his face, Peter frowned as he wondered what he could do. He looked at the watch on his arm, before he grinned. JARVIS was everywhere and especially in their car, he would know exactly what was wrong with Daddy.
“JARVIS, what’s wrong with Dad?” Peter asked out loudly in the car.
Tony’s eye’s widened as he looked at his child in disbelief, his hand uselessly clutching the steering wheel to keep himself from holding himself. “You better not say anything Jay,” he threatened out.
“Thank you for asking young Peter, sir is currently dealing with a bladder emergency and refuses to use the toilet that is in this car for just this situation,” JARVIS said out promptly choosing to ignore his creator. His primary task was to keep his creator safe, and what the man was doing wasn’t safe at all. And if nothing else, Peter had a way to get the man to do something that everyone else struggled to do.
Peter turned to stare at his father in horror. “Why are you holding it? Are you insane? What’s his level at JARVIS?” The little boy asked, voice still worried as ever over his father.
“It’s sitting at 95% and rising,” JARVIS answered out truthfully.
“Daddy,” the little boy whimpered out. “Why won’t you go?” He whispered out, not sure how he was supposed to deal with this.
“There’s no where to go kid,” Tony said with a sigh, as he was betrayed by his own creation.
“There’s the travel chair back there, you can use it,” Peter told his father out softly.
“I bought it for you, and it’s a little degrading if I have to use it,” Tony admitted out. If he was being honest, he just felt embarrassed that maybe Pete wouldn’t think he was the greatest superhero anymore if he used the travel potty.
“It’s not degrading at all, you’re human too,” Peter said out softly. “I don’t want you hurt yourself and our weekend over before it even starts,” he added out sadly.
Tony sighed, knowing he was going to cave, partly because his bladder was reaching it’s limit, but mostly because he didn’t like disappointing his child and he was on his way there if he kept this up. “Okay, I’ll use it,” he muttered out.
“Good, I won’t look or anything,” Peter promised out seriously.
Tony nodded but didn’t say anything as he climbed into the back seat. He got on his knees, never more grateful for his darkly tinted windows then he was right there. He hurriedly unscrewed the potty chair before he got into position. He couldn’t help the relieved smile that came to his face as he forcefully emptied his water into the plastic potty chair. He groaned softly at the release, wondering why he had contemplated holding all this in.
Peter grinned as his father went, feeling quite proud that he had managed to make the man go, when JARVIS couldn’t. He didn’t say anything the entire time as his father relieved himself, nor when the man sealed the chair with its top. Only when Tony was back in his seat, his cheeks a bit red did the little boy finally say something.
“Guess this means you should’ve gone before we left too?” Peter said out cheekily.
Tony had to grin despite his embarrassment because that was the whole truth. “Cheeky little spider baby,” he said out fondly, as he turned to look out road.
He was never more glad that Peter had insisted as he the traffic didn’t start moving for another hour and a half and he knew as he pulled into the condo driveway that he wouldn’t have been able to hold it at all. He wasn’t going to tell his kid that though, he was Iron Man after all.