Heys,

Here's the next chapter and I have also put up one of the other marvel things: Iron Man Homecoming. A one shot about Tony back on earth dealing with things after infinity war.

And maybe in a week or so I'll put up the last one, another story. A 1920s AU called: 14 Days in Howlett Falls.

-Jaz

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Two

Tony stepped out of his suit and knelt beside the boy unsure if it was even a good idea to move him. Half of Peter's face seemed to be one large bruise, with an array of cuts and dried blood. On top of that one of his arms was bent in a way it shouldn't be, and most likely had other broken bones on top of that.

Sirens met Tony's ears and he took a deep breath, and pulled out his phone to tell Lee.

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Peter had multiple broken bones it seemed. Aside from his arm he had a few broken ribs, and multiple fractures in one of his legs.

"What did he kid get into?" Tony mumbled to himself as he sat in the waiting room.

"That's gonna be one of the first things I ask him when he wakes up," Lee stated.

Tony glanced at her, she was still in her pajamas and her leg bounced nervously as her eyes kept flickering to her phone. "You can go," he told her. "I know your dad is sick and needs you around."

"But Peter-"

"I'll handle it."

Lee didn't look convinced but she nodded as she stood, "Thanks Mr. S."

By morning Tony was bored and tired of sitting in that chair. He needed to stretch his legs and on a whim he put on his suit and flew up above the hospital settling on the roof and watching everything from below.

"There's a call from Ms. Potts," F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

"Put her through."

"Are you actually capable of remembering when you have meetings?" Pepper asked him.

"I am," Tony responded. "I didn't forget, I'm just not going. Mind rescheduling for me?"

"Everyone is already here Tony. You want me to tell them to leave?"

"Yeah, it will the same as when you used to kick people out during my parties."

"You need to- Of course I'm coming, one moment- I'll just do it without you," She decided hanging up.

With the conversation short lived Tony turned his attention back to the streets below where movement caught his eye.

Someone was climbing out the hospital window?

He was about to fly down and see what's going on when a web shot out and the person- Spider-Man swung away. Tony hesitated, would it be okay go leave Peter alone while he went to satisfy his own curiosity? After a moment of debating he decided to go on ahead, he wouldn't be gone long, and Peter was unconscious anyway after all. So with those thoughts in mind he flew off toward Spider-Man.

Spider-Man hadn't got very far. It seemed rather than his swinging from building to building, he stopped on the roof of one and wasn't going to continue. Tony flew down and he saw the vigilante scramble out of sight down the side of the building. When he got a bit closer he could see Spider-Man wasn't even wearing his usual makeshift suit, but rather a pair of pants (which were on backwards) and a hospital gown. One of his legs and one of his arms were in casts but that didn't seem to bother him as he lowered himself to a balcony but didn't turn to face Tony.

"H-Hi Mr. Stark," a voice mumbled and Tony's heart skipped a beat as he recognized it.

"Peter!" Tony yelled shocked. "You need to be in the hospital!"

"No, no I'm good," Peter protested turning sharply and he seemed to get a bit dizzy by the action. He grabbed on the railing before him to steady himself before he spoke. "I know I don't look like I'm making a good case, but I'm perfectly fine, really. I heal fast."

Tony stared at him trying to wonder what on Earth could make the boy think he was in anyway fine, half his face was covered in bandages. "I'm taking you back."

"No! I'm not going back there!"

"Yes you are, this isn't up for discussion."

"But-"

"Nope." Tony moved closer to Peter to grab him but the boy scrambled over the railing and began climbing down the building.

"Peter!" Tony called going after him.

"You can't just shout my secret identity!" Peter yelled up at him as he pointed to the next building and a web shot out which Peter swung on.

Tony watched him, he could grab Peter easily, but he wasn't sure dragging the boy back to the hospital kicking and screaming would be the best of ideas. He'd probably just run off again when Tony turned his back. "Why don't you wanna go back?" Tony asked when he flew up to the roof Peter had paused on looking out of breath. 

"I'm not going back into the system!" Peter declared. "No way in hell!"

"Why not?"

"Because."

Tony crossed his arms and drummed his fingers, as he thought. Finally he spoke, "How about I make you a deal kid?"

Peter looked more frustrated than interested, but he took the bait either way, "What kind of deal?"

"Come back to the hospital with me, and until you're mostly healed I'll keep CPS away. Deal?"

"You can do that?"

"I'm Ironman kid. If I can fight aliens I can deal with them."

Peter mumbled something he didn't catch, but it was clear he relented. Tony moved closer and this time Peter didn't protest so Tony picked him up as carefully as he could and headed back to the hospital.

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"So how did Spider-Man come about?" Tony asked Peter the next day when they both sat alone in the room.

Peter looked away from flipping through the hospital's TV channels to Tony's face, "I got bit by a radioactive spider."

Tony blinked, he wasn't sure what he expected, but that wasn't it. "So you got bit and now you've got super strength, can stick to walls and shoot webs?"

Peter shook his head, "Not exactly. I can do those other things but I uh, I made the web fluid and the web shooters."

"You made it?"

Peter nodded, "I kinda broke into a high school and used some chemicals they had." He paused a thought occurring to him. "I'm running low actually, I need more."

"You broke into a high school to steal chemicals to make webs?" Tony repeated slowly.

A blush crawled it's way onto Peter's face. "It sounds better when you don't say it like that."

Tony couldn't help but laugh a bit, "Alright, got it. Well next time maybe I can help you make some rather than breaking and entering."

Peter's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Tony couldn't help but smile more at his enthusiasm, "Really."

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Tony woke up to the sound of someone shouting his name.

He opened his eyes and slowly remembered what was going on. He was sitting in a chair in Peter's hospital room.

"Mr. Stark!"

Tony's attention was brought to Peter, the boy was calling him while a woman in a beige pantsuit tapped her foot impatiently.

"Calling him won't change anything," she frowned at Peter who called for him again.

Tony stood up, "And who are you supposed to be?"

The woman gave him an uninterested look and rolled her eyes, "Tara Evans with Child Protective Services. I'm his social worker, and I'm here to discuss where Peter will be going after he is released."

"Well why don't you leave, and come back the day he's released?"

She crossed her arms, "While I do know you usually throw money and that uh- charming attitude of yours at problems, but that's not going to work today. It would actually be appreciated if you leave so I may speak to Peter alone."

Tony glanced at Peter who was staring at him worriedly. Tony turned back to the woman with a slight smile, "Ms. Evans was it? It is your job to do what's best for the child correct?"

She gave an annoyed sigh, "Skip to the point."

"Well clearly happiness is in his best interest, and to get to happiness you need to go."

She didn't bat an eye, "Goodbye Mr. Stark."

Tony paused thinking, "What would it take for me to be allowed to be in the room?"

"You'd have to have some sort of stake in this process. You'd have to be his relative, or a potential foster parent or something."

"Done," Tony said without missing a beat. "I'll foster him."

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked confused.

Emotion finally showed on Ms. Evans face, "What? That's not how things work- you have to-"

"I'll have my lawyers figure it out. That is, Peter you don't mind right?"

Peter stared at him his mouth opening and closing a few times.

"Kid?"

"Y-yeah? I-I mean yes, sure, I-I'd like that..."

"Good," Tony nodded. "Then it's settled."

Ms. Evans stared at him blankly, "What?"

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"So let me get this straight... You agreed to foster Peter, went through all the paperwork, made a deal with social services so they come visit twice a week, and now two and half months later everything is official and he's moving in tomorrow your having second thoughts?"

"You're making me sound like a horrible person Lee."

"You do that yourself."

"I don't know how to raise a kid! I was just thinking I wanted him to be happy! I didn't think about the rest."

Lee gave him a slight smile, "Then I think you're already on the right track. And you've got the Avengers by your side, I'm sure you guys can figure it out. And if not, I'll still be here to help out until the business officially fails."

"I can-"

"I have never accepted handouts from you in the past, and I'm not doing it now. But regardless you want Peter to be happy and Peter trusts you, and I think that's what's most important."

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"So, how's it feel to be out of there?" Tony asked Peter after a few minutes of driving in silence.

"Good," Peter nodded, "The uh other kids there and I didn't get along to well."

When he stopped at a light Tony looked at him to see Peter staring down at his bag nervously. Peter seemed to realize cuz he looked back to the road.

"Well uh, I'm sure you'll get along with everybody. They're all just giant kids anyway." When Peter didn't say anything in response he kept talking unsure what else to do. "And things will be good this way, by the time your settled you'll still have about a week to chill before until school starts. Also meaning you are free to spend time at KJ's, Lee has been asking about you."

"I wanted to go, but they didn't really let me leave much," Peter shrugged looking out the passenger window. "It was hard to get out to be Spider-Man too."

"Being Spider-Man safely though right?"

Peter gave a slight groan, "Yes Mr. Stark."

"I'm just making sure," Tony shrugged. "Just making sure."

There was a pause before something seemed to come to Peter's mind and he gave an excited smile, "Will I finally be able to go into your lab? And you'd help me with my web shooters?"

"Not today, but soon," Tony agreed to which Peter deflated slightly.

"How soon?"

"Soon."

"Fine."

"But there is something you can do today."

"What?"

"Well after I give you the grand tour, you can finally meet the rest of the team."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Awesome."

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"And now the last stop on our tour before meeting everyone," Tony announced as the elevator came to a stop. "Floor 80." He stepped out the elevator and Peter eagerly followed, "This where I live. And of course where you now live."

"Whoa," Peter marveled looking around at everything with interest.

"Would you like to see your room?"

"Please."

Tony led the way pointing out things as they went before he stopped in front of a door. He motioned for Peter to open it and the boy did stepping in.

Inside was a large bed, a couch, and a giant TV plastered to the wall. The door to the walk in closet was open, next to the door for the bathroom. He had expected Peter to rush forward and examine everything as he did with the other rooms and floors they had visited, but the boy remained frozen in the spot.

"Kid?" Tony asked him raising an eyebrow.

"I really get to live here?" Peter asked in a small voice.

"You don't like it?" Tony asked stepping past him into the room and frowning at the room itself. "I can always have it redecorated for you."

"No... It's-its great."

Tony turned around to see the boy's eyes were gathering with tears which he tried and failed to wipe away. Tony stared at him for a moment unsure of what to do when Peter spoke again,

"I'm sorry..." he said through his gasps for breath. "I just- thank you Mr. Stark."

Tony gave the kid a small smile and after an awkward pause he moved to pull the kid into a hug. It was an awkward hug, but Peter didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," Peter said again. "It's just- it's been a while since I had somewhere to live... the group home was fine and all but my own room... and someplace as nice as here... I-I'm sorry."

Tony felt a sudden pang of emotion, and he opened and closed his mouth how to respond for a moment. He held Peter tightly trying to process, he knew Peter had little to nothing and he had planned on giving Peter whatever he could, he hadn't thought about how overwhelming it would be for him.

"You don't need to apologize," Tony told him finally. "Why don't you sit down? I'll grab you some water."

Peter nodded into his chest and moved to sit on the bed while Tony retreated to the kitchen. When he returned with the glass of water Peter had calmed slightly, but a few tears did continue to escape.

"Thank you," he said taking the water and drinking it quickly.

"No problem kid."

"Not just the water," He said lowering the glass. "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark."

Tony couldn't help but smile a bit, "Tony... and you're welcome."

"What?"

"You're living with me now right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then you can call me Tony."

He nodded and fell silent for a moment, "Can we pause the tour so I don't go meet everyone like this?"

Tony couldn't help but laugh at his request, "Sure kid." He smiled grabbing the remote and handing it to him. "Let's find a movie in the meantime, and maybe we can set up your new phone. Sound good?"

Peter gave a sniffle as he wiped at his eyes again, but Tony could see the smile on his lips. "Sounds good."