Detergent. | You Can Let Go Now Daddy

Detergent.

It had been the middle of the night when Peter had woken up. At first, he didn't realize, but a couple seconds later, the realization had kicked in; he had wet the bed. Peter had wondered whether or not he should go wake up Tony and Pepper, or clean it up himself. After a couple minutes of thinking, he made the decision on his own to clean the sheets himself. Peter grabbed the wet sheets and he carried them down to the washing machine. 

Peter looked at the confusing washing machine, looking at all the buttons. He of course couldn't read, so he had to figure it out on his own. Peter shoved the soaked sheets into the washing machine and he pressed a couple of random buttons he felt were the right ones to press. Peter saw water coming out and he smiled proudly to himself before he picked up the detergent. He spilt it into his hand before adding the sappy mixture into the water as he watched the water rise along with the sheets. 

It didn't take long for his gaze to fall back onto the detergent, gazing at it intensely. What would it have tasted like? He wasn't sure, up until that moment. Peter grabbed it and poured more into his hand, staring at it before bringing it up to his mouth and slurping it inside. He didn't like the texture. It felt like he was drinking thickened liquid, which made him want to spit it out. The taste however had a soapy, strange taste to it. 

Peter quickly swallowed the thick detergent, his face scrunching up a little as he swallowed. That had been when the chaos endured. The water in the washing machine started to pour out at a rapid pace. Peter had jumped when it splashed all over him, at least it covered the fact he had wet the bed. It didn't take long for Tony and Pepper to get alerted by Friday that a scene was being caused in the laundry room. Quickly, Tony ran down to the laundry room as Pepper stayed up in the bedroom. Inside he had seen water flooding the floor, then Peter, covered in water with detergent on his mouth. 

Tony immediately sprung into action. The water had already been at waist level for Peter, so he had to move quickly. Tony turned off the washing machine, looking at the soapy water and sheets inside before he picked up Peter, running upstairs. He stopped in the hallway, setting Peter down. "Mind telling me what happened down there?" He asked calmly, looking at the tiny boy in front of him. Peter looked at Tony before hesitantly speaking. "I wet the bed and didn't wanna wake you so I tried to clean my sheets myself." He spoke, embarrassed looking at the ground. Tony looked and nodded softly. "Why do you have detergent on your mouth?" He asked another question, looking at Peter. "I drank detergent." The boy responded, looking at his father in front of him. "Oh boy," Tony responded, picking up Peter. 

Tony headed up to Happy after he cleaned up Peter and changed him into a new set of pajamas. Happy looked at Tony and noticed his legs were a bit wet. "What was going on down there?" He asked him, looking down at Peter. "Pete drank detergent after trying to wash his sheets because he wet the bed." He said, sighing. "We need to hurry, c'mon." He said, quickly grabbing a bag with Peter's toys and all that inside before heading out to the car.

Tony buckled Peter into the backseat before getting into the front as Happy got into the passenger. He put the key into the cars ignition before quickly driving to the hospital. Tony parked in the parking lot before stepping out of the car, grabbing Peter along with his bag. Tony checked him into the hospital and explained what had happened to the nurse. He didn't include him wetting the bed, just told them that he had drank detergent. 

Tony waited patiently as the doctors ran some tests on Peter, only to make sure he was okay and no harm was done. Once he had been told it would be some overnight thing, he nodded softly and decided to stay. In the meantime, he told Happy he could head home and that Pepper would just pick the two up in the morning. Tony smiled and waved to Happy before he had heard a small and faint "Sorry daddy." Coming from Peter. "It's okay Peter, now you've learnt not to do it again, yes?" He asked, looking at Peter. Peter softly nodded, wondering why Tony had been so nice to him. "Get some sleep," Tony said, ruffling Peter's hair softly. Peter nodded softly and turned to the wall, quickly falling asleep.

The following morning, Pepper had picked up the two from the hospital. She was glad Peter had been okay. The most she had done was unflood the laundry room with the help from Bruce and Clint. Tony was glad he had brought the backpack full of things for Peter to do. It helped especially during the testing, and afterwards. It occupied Peter so he wasn't completely bored sitting there while the doctors did their thing. Even in the car ride home he had played with his toys, mostly the Iron Man figure he had gotten from Tony.