It's been a week. A week of living with the Avengers, a week of no school, no contact with his friends...no contact with May. Peter wouldn't admit that he missed her, he wouldn't admit that he woke up at night expecting to see his bedroom or that when he woke up in the mornings the smell of burnt toast and loud out of tune singing to some random 80's song. He wouldn't admit he missed her bad cooking, her long awkward goodbyes before he headed off to school or the embarrssing kisses on the head when they were shopping if he spotted friends from school. He missed her. He hated that he missed her, hated that she was so ok with just leaving him out in the rain because he could climb walls and protect people. Hated that she probably hadn't even-

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only sevente-

He jumped from his bed recognising the ring tone and picked up the phone immedately. She was the only one with a personalised ringtown like that, she got it so he wouldn't ignore it. "Aunt May!" His voice held despiration as he waited in antipitation for her to talk.

"Peter." He voice was cold, unloving. Peter's heart stopped and his feet starting moving.

"M-May please talk to me. What do you want from me-what's going on?" His voice shook as he talked, his free hand twisting in a clockwise action as he moved. He didn't know where he was walking he wasn't paying attention. "Please talk to me!" He shrieked a little, as the silence was deafening.

"I want you to stay away from me Peter, I want you to get away from the avengers. I want you to live on the streets where you belong because you're nothing but trash that fights people for fun and games. I wish I wasn't related to some freak of nature-" Peter's phone was snatched from his hands and put on speaker before he could stop it. He glanced up with teary-when did he start crying?- eyes and almost broke down there as Steve fucking Rodgers puts his phone on speaker. "-I wish I never took you in Peter. I wish I hit you harder-wish I'd done more to teach you not to do this. Being a hero is not what you are, you're nothing but a waste of space and ocygen and I hope you know tha-" Steve hung up the phone and Peter let out a loud gut renching sob.

"NO!" He yelled trying to grab the phone. He felt arms around him but he pulled strongly against them, breaking the hold immedately. "No! I DIDN'T GET TO TALK TO HER-I NEED TO TALK TO HER-" He started to hyperventalate. He couldn't hear anyone but stronger arms gripped him, held him in place no matter how hard he thrashed. Steve's lips moved constantly, phone sliding in his pocket as he moved his arms to help restrain the boy by his shoulders. He realised he was being carried backwards and that freaked him out more. "LET ME GO-I NEED TO TALK TO HER-PLEASE" Sobs racked his body as he struggled more. He saw the entrance of his bedroom behind Steve, the door closing on a concerned group of Avengers trying to look in. 

"-ete, please." Bucky's voice rang above him as he felt the super soilder move onto the bed and rest himself against the headboard. He held the boy against him as he struggled. Steve still trying to calm him down.

"Shh...Pete please. Tony'll be here soon and then we'll talk ok, but we need you to calm down son." Steve tries, Peter went to yell immedately but was silenced by Bucky's flesh hand run through his hair. "We need you to breath ok? We need you to calm down." He tried to match his breathing to Steve's. The soilder smiled in return and continued. "Everything's ok. You're safe, nothing is going to happen" He mutters and around 10 minutes of deep breathing, hair petting and embarrsing nicknames later Peter was calm, a fragile silence took over the room.

"I'm here. I'm here!" Tony's voice shatters it, Peter looks over and sniffled and Tony swears his heart stopped at the red eyed boy in a super soilder's death grip. "I had Friday play the audio back, got a set of lungs on you Under-roo's." Tony jokes lightly, his eyes not leaving Peter's. "I'm so sorry kid" He comes over to the end of the bed, a glance at Bucky to let him hug the child. Bucky grunts pulling him closer.

"No. I think I'll keep the punk. He's small and smells like raspberry's, better then Stevie" Bucky teased light as Tony and Steve let out 'offended gasps' both talking at once.

"Pete you traiter. It's blueberrys not raspberrys!" Tony's voice calls out

"I am so much better at hugs then Peter!" Steve argues smirking.

"Liars" Bucky mutters, his breath on Peter's neck making him squirm. He hated to admit he was ticklish. "I'll trade him. Batch of those gooey chocolate brownies from the diner on fifth for the ticklish toddler in my arms" Bucky bargained, metal hand tracing lightly over Peter's ribs causing the teen to intake a breath and wither under it's touch. He held back a laugh as best he could. Tony and Steve's face shared the same shit-eating grin as they looked him over and he just knew Bucky was wearing his own.

"Oh I don't know. Doesn't seem very ticklish to me Jerk" Steve's voice holds a light laugh and tease as he reached for Peter's bare feet abd brushed his thumb over it. Peter immedately regretted ignoring them about wearing socks in the tower as he almsot lost it there. Steve's grip on his foot was strong and he couldn't pull away.

"No stop you can't-" Peter tried to argue with them only to have Steve and Bucky up their tickling tactics. Tony's voice comes from beside him as his hand reached behinds Peter's knees.

"No, defiantly not ticklish" He teases more and tickles under them. That was it, Peter lost his composure and was a wiggling mess of laughter and begging to end it. "Oh no wait guys I think we were wrong. Defiantly a wiggling ticklish toddler," Tony laughs as Peter troes to move away more.

"Ok, trade is agreed then?" Bucky asks as he finds a perticularly ticklish spot on the boy's ribs as the boy twists in his hold. With a nod from Steve and Tony he released the boy who was still a little ball of giggles as the others followed suit. Tony smirked a little as the boy still giggled, Tony grabs the boy into his arms. He continued to giggle loudly as Tony holds him, glad to see that he'd forgotten the reason for his sadness. 

"Right giggle box. Why don't you and Clint go play some Mario-cart with Sam ok? I need to talk to the soilder boys about something." Peter gives a little grumble as he is released from Tony's hold and shoo'd out of his own room. 

"...His aunt" Steve starts once he's away from them and Friday clears them to talk, Tony turns to them with a grim look on his face.

"I origanally thought she was a sweet women, cute. Trusting..." He pauses. "She found out, wacked him across the face and then kicked him out of his house because 'she doesn't house liars' and....he's like a son to me...I'd do anything for him Steve...Barnes. I'd die for that boy" He finishes and sighs a little. Steve and Bucky smile at him gently and Tony looks away  with a huff. "Not word to Bird bro's or Antman" He mutters and stands awkwardly. "I'm applying for legal gaurdian ship for him, I just need proof of abandonment...but I think..." He sighs, Steve looks at him.

"You think what?" He asks gently and Tony looks at Peter's window quietly.

"....That...I might humour the notion of him being my....like actual kid.." Bucky's eyes snap to him in confusion. "Before you ask....Peter's mother and father were both highly regaurded scientists when alive. I know I invited his mother before she passed to one of my parties and well....you've seen videos of my past.."He mutters and glances over. Bucky's got a shit eating grin that matches Steve's and before he can say anything they tease.

"Such a Dad" They chime together and Tony groans loudly.

"See I try to be serious and I deal with this bull!" Tony turns storming out in a pout. The two soilders smile at each other and leave to work on their own things.

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Tony watched the footage of Peter's break down, his heart clenching as he screamed for his aunt. He couldn't believe what he heard.

'I want you to stay away from me Peter, I want you to get away from the avengers. I want you to live on the streets where you belong because you're nothing but trash that fights people for fun and games. I wish I wasn't related to some freak of nature' 

"Freak of nature my ass." He qoutes in anger, his fist connecting with his table as he looked at the documents on his table. "I'll get these signed and have a chat with Aunty about how I feel...fucking stupid-" Tony jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned and saw Bruce looking sheepishly at him.

"Heared about Peter..." He pauses. "He going to be ok? I saw the footage....He's distressed" He says calmly and looks to Tony. "He needs to talk to someone Tony...you can't just tickle him to make him forget about something like that." He warns, Tony nods gently.

"I know Bruce...but he won't talk to just anyone. Bruce he's so...Peter" He groans and Bruce chuckles and looks at Tony with a knowing smile.

"Could try Stephan Strange?" Bruce suggests. "I mean, he's not a theropist but he's good to talk to. Helped me alot when I was....in a bad place. He helps Tony." Tony frowned gently and nods a little.

"I'll think about it...ok? But right now I want to go over this paper work...I know I know first time in history that Tony Stark wants to look at paper work." He holds his hand up. "Let me be, go be a green bean or something" He says smirking a little, Bruce rolls his eyes a little and leaves Tony to him self, but not before turning to Tony and repeating the fraise that was echoing around the compound.

"Such.A.Dad" Bruce teases, laughing as Tony throws a screw driver at him.