Wrong Number Kid

Domestic Avengers?

Tony looked at the bitter-sweet site in front of him. All of the Avengers, including Loki, were cooing over the drowsy Peter.

The room was a bit crowded considering there were now 13 people in it, but they all managed to fit.

Bucky, Loki, and Vision were standing in the corner of the room, watching from afar. They were not that good with feelings, so they kept their distance, fearing they might make things awkward.

Steve, Sam, Clint, and Rhodey pulled up chairs that were close to Peter and watched in awe. The chairs had a bit of cushioning on them, but not enough to be comfortable.

Bruce was fiddling around with Peter's tubes and checking his vitals since he was awake now. The heartbeat on the screen was steady, and the kid did not seem panicked at all.

Thor and Natasha were standing near the bedside, watching Peter stir. They weren't necessarily giving him a lot of space, given that if Peter moved his head to the side, he could hit their hips, but the effort was appreciated.

The whole room had no tension in it whatsoever.

And Tony was utterly stunned. He had never seen the Avengers like this.

If someone got hurt on a mission, the whole team would never stay in the same room to look at someone. But, there they are, all looking at a 15-year-old with wonder.

How on earth did this kid crawl into their hearts? How did he make them soft?

'God, all the people in this room would murder someone for him without a second thought. We're wrapped around his finger.'

Tony shook his thoughts away and took a minute to look over Peter before heading in.

His face wasn't littered with bruises anymore, and the neck brace was off. He had an IV in, but none of his other injuries were noticeable. His eyes were droopy and presented drowsiness, but he was glad he was awake. His curls were plastered all over the place, which made him look like a shaggy puppy.

Tony walked over to Peter, making Natasha and Thor shift away from the boy.

Rhodey cleared his throat, and all of the Avengers cleared the room. Leaving extra chairs to be scattered around the room.

"Where are you guys going?"

Bruce was currently speed-walking towards the door with glasses hanging loosely off his nose.

"We thought we'd leave you two alone." Burce shrugged before following the rest of the Avengers.

Tony stood there confused and looked at Nat after realizing she was the only one who hasn't left the room.

"What did he mean?" Tony scratched his head.

"Did you forget that you had a drone recording the room back there? We saw everything. Goodbye, 'Mister Dad,' and take care of your bambino."

Natasha walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Tony was bewildered. They saw everything. They saw him cradle and cuddle the boy. They saw him call him nicknames. How is he ever going to face his team?

A groan cut off his thoughts. He looked down and saw Peter with a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Stark." he giggled with a slight rasp.

"Hey, kiddo. How you feeling?" Tony pulled up a chair.

"I feel weird."

Tony snorted.