Spidertot

Sleepy Spider

Tony wasn't one to dawdle.

In fact, he viewed his quick decision making as one of his strongest attributes. Along with his ability to woo any and all to his side (most of the time that is...).

Tony had his bodyguards transfer everything Natasha and Happy had bought into the trunk of his "death" car 3000.

At the Avengers clinic, Natasha was given a couple stitches for her lip plus a few days rest due to a sprained ankle. Happy on the other hand was sent into emergency surgery minutes after he arrived. Tony had Bruce check over Peter and bandage his arm. The cuts had already started healing thankfully. The kids healing factor never ceased to amaze him.

"So, did you find anything new since we talked?" Bruce looked up from wrapping the bandage around Peter's arm.

"You mean in the past 5 hours since we talked? Have I found anything new..."

"Yeah."

Bruce sighed.

"I was able to pinpoint his exact age, but other then that..." Bruce shrugged, "when I said I need time I meant a couple days not a couple hours Tony."

"What's his age then." Tony looked at Peter, who was attempting to pull off his bandage with little success. He felt like he was missing something. What if the person who did this to Peter hadn't been able to finish the job. Maybe he hadn't intended for him to stay a baby. He stepped back chewing on his lip in thought.

"Oh uh... the results read that he's about 19 months old." Tony nodded. Bruce cocked his head to the side and glanced between Peter and Tony.

"What's wrong? Is there something else I should know?"

"No...maybe?." Tony shook his head he stepped towards Bruce lowering his voice.

"I just had a thought that... what if whoever did this to the kid hadn't planned on stopping." Bruce squinted at Tony.

"I don't—"

"Look, what if he meant for Peter to—" he laughed bitterly at the absurdity of his theory, "—de-age him out of existence" he finger quoted the word de-age, fully recognizing how crazy it sounded. To Tony's surprise, Bruce frowned, and nodded his head.

"Actually, That would make a little sense, or at least as much sense as this situation allows."

Bruce shrugged.

"I don't know tony. You might be right, who really knows anything?" Tony nodded. he stepped up to Peter, scooping him into his arms and striding towards the door. He kicked it open calling behind him to Bruce as he went.

"Shoot me a text if you find anything" he barely caught Bruce's mumbled reply before the door closed. He walked down the hall, thinking of the past several chaotic hours and huffed. At least we have something. He glanced down at Peter, stepping into the elevator at the end of the hall.

At least we still have Peter.

...

Peter was utterly exhausted. Tony didn't need a medical degree to figure that out. He had set Peter up at the table in a highchair, with some of the new food they bought him. Of course the kid fell asleep, ignoring all his efforts on child "cuisine".

Tony stood across the counter from the sleepy toddler. Peter had chosen the more comfortable sleeping position, if not unconventional. That being, laying head first in his green beans and chicken nuggets, arms resting beside him. Tony frowned.

"Hm, tough customer."

"Okay, I have to admit I didn't believe you when you first told me about this" Tony looked up, smiling as Pepper strolled into the kitchen. She walked up to him, placing her arms around his neck casually.