So...this is Peter

The next few weeks passed in a flash. The Avengers offered to handle all the funeral arrangement while Tony spent the time looking after Peter. At first it was hard, the teen didn't want to eat, had nightmares and was extremely depressed but after the funeral he seemed to get better. Tony assumed it was because he got closure. No one brought up what would happen to him now that he had no one though. However they couldn't live in ignorance forever because three weeks after the funeral someone came knocking on the Avengers door (figuratively since they Kinda live in a tower). It happened on a Wednesday. Peter was sleeping in and everyone was doing their own things around the tower while Tony worked in his lab.

"Boss there are two women at the reception asking for you." Tony put down the pliers in his hand "Women? Who are they JAR?" "They appear to be Social Workers here about Peter." Tony sighed and hung his head "Great." before taking a breath and turning to the door "Get them into the common room. I'll meet them there." "Yes sir."

By the time Tony arrived in the common room the two women stood in the middle looking around assessingly. Tony could tell they weren't going to fawn over him nor his money which meant he liked them already. He also noticed how they spoke to one another with eye contact meaning they were close friends outside of work. Even better. "Good morning ladies. Welcome to casa di Stark. You may have a seat and I'll get us drinks." the women smiled politely before the one of the right- who was officially dubbed blondie for obvious reasons- said "There's no need Mr. Stark, we're here to sort a few things out and then we'll be on our way." "Ok then. You're here about Peter right?" "Yes we are. I am Ava Volkov and this is Bridget Larsen as you know we're social workers and we're here about Peter Parker. After the death of May Parker it shows that he has no guardian." "Yea, about that. What if- What if i took him in?" he hated that he stuttered but that seemed to be what got him two soft looks. It was Bridget that spoke next. "Mr. Stark-" "Tony." "...Tony. Are you sure? I can see you care about the boy very much, however right now Peter needs someone to be there for him right now. Given your status this entire meeting is off record which allows me to say this. My parents were big business moguls where i grew up however they were never there for me. I know you care about Peter possibly love him but if you love him then you'd want what's best for him. You need to know with certainty that you could be what he needs. Can you do that?"

The room was silent for a while, the women giving Tony a chance to think about it. Finally he let a determined look cross his face "I can do it. Peters been my kid for a long time. I'd love to make it official." that got him beaming smiles "Fantastic. Now we'll put your request in but as protocol we have to search for any family left." "Peter doesn't-" "We know, its just protocol though so no worries. We'll get back to you in a few weeks. It was a pleasure meeting you Tony."

After letting the women out Tony had Jarvis wake Peter up for lunch while he ordered Pizza. Tony made sure to order extra for the team before setting the table. He just put down the last glad when he felt a weight on his back. He chuckled softly before turning around holding the sleepy boy "Hey Bambino. Have a good nap?" the teen mumbled incoherently and nodded into the mans chest causing Tony to smile warmly "Well I'm sure a nice warm meal will make you feel better. I ordered Pizza. It should be here soon." "Hungry." was the soft reply and Tony nodded running his fingers through the boys curls "I'm sure you are. Come on, sit down." he lead the boy onto a chair at the table. "Boss the Pizza has arrived." "Thanks honey. Can you have someone bring it up?" "...Katniss has taken the food and I have announced lunch. The team is headed up now." "Thanks Jar." "You're welcome sir." Tony pushed his chair against Peters and took his seat allowing the boy to lean into him while threw an arm over the boys shoulder.

It was after lunch and Tony found himself working in his office when his door opened. "I'm busy." he said without looking up. He needed to finish his work, he'd hoped to hang with Peter but then was told he had urgent work to complete. No one was allowed to distract him. "I'm sue you are." he looked up at the familiar voice "Ah, Merlin, what a surprise." the man huffed and took a seat opposite Tonys desk "Merlin was a wizard. I'm a sorcerer. There's a difference. If you're going to mock me you should get your facts straight." Tony rolled his eyes trying to hide a smile "You always ruin everything." Stephen smirked "Only for you." now the man mock glared "What do you want? I'm trying to work here. I wanted to hang with the kid for a while." "Well that might be difficult." Tony eyed the doctor warily "Why?" "Well considering i just saw him leave with Banner and they looked really deep into...what did Barton call it? Oh right, they looked deep in their 'science zone' " Tony groaned and banged his head against the back of his chair "I'm not seeing either of them until dinner aren't i?" "Very likely." with a suffering sigh Tony slumped "Did you just come to tell me this?" "No actually i had a preposition." "What?" "Well when we had Chinese food you said we could have that here and seemed really shocked to actually eat it in China." "It's the same." "Don't interrupt me. Anyway it got me wondering what else you've been eating wrong. So I've decided do correct your abhorrent taste in cuisine. We're having Coq au vin."

Tony spluttered incredulously "Cock what?!" Stephen sighed "Seriously?! Not cock! Coq au vin. It's a popular French dish." "Never heard of it." "Now you have. We're having it for dinner." "Where would we even find this cock whatever." "Please stop saying cock and it's a French dish so we'll most probably find it in France." Tony raised a brow at the other man "Another date? I'm beginning to think you're trying to get into my pants." he relished in the slight pink that appeared on the formers cheeks before the man cleared his throat "No need to flatter yourself. It's just a donner between friends." "Oh we're friends now are we?" "Tony." "Yes Stephen?" "Just come to the bloody dinner." "Demanding." "You know what? Eat your New York food." "I'm kidding! Come on!"