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“Alright, Pete. Just hit the stick at the piñata.”
Tony handed Peter the bat, helping him curl his small fingers around the handle and steadying him in front of the Iron Man piñata. Peter frowned at the blindfold over his eyes, shoving it up on one side and squinting at the piñata.
“I don’ wanna.” Peter’s voice wobbled and he dropped the bat, stepping back.
“What’s wrong Pete?” Tony’s brow furrowed, trying to figure out how a kid could possibly not want candy.
“No hurt Daddy.” Peter spun to face Tony, his wide bambi eyes teary. The others all ‘awe’d’ as Peter shoved his face into Tony’s chest. Tony chuckled and pat the back of Peter’s head, smoothing unruly curls. Maybe an Iron Man piñata wasn’t his best idea.