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Peter and Harley stood in front of Peter’s bed staring at the now clean toddler sitting before then. She was wrapped in a thick Iron Man blanket with her fist in her mouth. Her eyes were adorably wide and the color of melting dark chocolate while her nose was as small and cute as a button.
Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Alright. What now?”
Harley tapped his finger against his thigh. “Maybe she can talk?”
“Uhm,” Peter blew a breath. “O-okay. Let’s try it.”
Taking a step, Peter moved closer to the little girl on the bed. Her eyes followed him like a hawk. She looked so much smaller bundled into the blanket. Peter’s heart clenched at the sight.
“Hi baby.” Peter spoke to her softly. “My name is Peter and the guy behind me is Harley. What’s your name?”
Her eyes flickered over from Peter to Harley then back to Peter. Slowly, she took her fist out of her mouth and rested it on the blanket, getting drool on the red and gold fabric.
“‘M Bwainee.” The little girl mumbled shyly. She stopped looking at Peter and instead at the blanket.
Peter wanted to melt at the sound of her voice. It was sweet like dripping honey and so pure and quiet.
Harley stepped up next to his boyfriend and squatted down so he could be eye level with the girl. “Wow, that’s a neat name.”
“Fank ‘ou.” She whispered.
Peter squatted next to Harley. “Can you tell us where your parents are Blainee?”
The girl shook her head.
“Okay.” Harley consoled. “That’s alright. Can you tell us why you were in a box in that alley when we found you?”
Blainee sniffled. “Amma an’ daee didn’ wan me so-so dey weft an-an now I’s awone.”
Peter’s heart went out for the girl. Acting on instinct alone, he reached for the small girl and wrapped her up in his arms. The blanket gone and only him keeping her warm. “I’m so sorry baby. You didn’t deserve that. Your mommy and daddy don’t know what they’re missing.”
Blainee sniffled again and rubbed her wet eyes against Peter's shirt. Peter didn’t mind, he just pulled the girl closer to him and hugged her tighter.
Harley watched the moment with fond eyes. Reaching towards his boyfriend, he rubbed Peter’s back gently before pressing a kiss to his neck. “Let’s get some food in you two. Especially you, Blainee bear.”
Halrey reached over and poked at the girls sides resulting in a quiet, but prominent giggle.
Standing, Peter walked with Harley to the kitchen with Blainee in his arms. It was late, so everyone was asleep by now except for maybe Tony, but he was in the lab so Peter didn’t bother worrying about it.
“FRIDAY,” Peter spoke up with Blainee still in his arms. He continued to run his hand over her back in a comforting manner. “Run a scan and make sure everything with Blainee’s alright. Also, get me as close as you can to her age.”
“It seems that Young Blainee is suffering from a fever as well as severe malnutrition. According to my children's records database, Young Blainee is about two years old.”
Peter let out a breath. “Milk then?”
Harely nodded. “That seems about right. And some bananas or something.”
Peter nodded and set Blainee down on the counter. She made a small noise of protest instantly getting Peter’s arms wrapped back around her in a warm embrace. “Shh shh baby. It’s alright.”
Harley started chopping up a banana and smashing it in a small bowl before sliding it over to his boyfriend. Peter took it gratefully then grabbed the smallest spoon he could find so he could give Blainee the food.
Once the spoon was in his hand, he started the process. He put the banana mush on the spoon and gently raised it to her lips. Blainee eyes it warily and didn’t take a bite until she got an encouraging nod from the one feeding her. Carefully, she took the spoon into her mouth along with the banana mush and chewed on it slowly.
“Good?” Harley asked the girl.
She hummed and nodded. “Nummy!”
Peter chuckled and gave her another spoon full. The bits that wouldn’t fit into her mouth stuck to her face in a way that should be gross, but Peter only found it endearing.
When all the banana was gone, Harley handed him a coffee cup filled with chocolate milk. “We don’t have any baby friendly cups around.”
Peter hummed and gently pressed the slit of the cup up to Blainee’s mouth. She eagerly drank the milk, making sounds of appreciation every now and again.
After the milk was all gone, Blainee’s eyes slowly began to droop and a cute yawn passed her lips.
“Looks like it’s time for bed, little one.” Peter mused as he rubbed her stomach gently.
Harley nodded in agreement. “Let’s wipe her face off first.”
Peter agreed and took Blainee back to his room and wiped her face off. Her eyes were rarely staying open which brought a smile to his face.
Her eyes were fully shut and soft puffs of breath were leaving her nose as she slept. Peter couldn’t help but pace a gentle kiss to her forehead before laying her down in the middle of his bed. He looked over to Harley, who was changing into his pajamas, and smiled.
The blonde smiled back and slid into an old shirt. Peter did the same and crawled into the bed on the right side of Blainee. Harley climbed in on the left.
“Night Pete.” Harley murmured.
“Night Harls.”