Peter Parker one shots (✨edited✨)

Daddy's got you

A/N: baby Peter because I'm sad, and it just somehow fixes everything.

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"Petey, Petey." Tony hushed as he walked into Peters nursery, the man headed over to the crib in the corner of the room where Peter was currently crying, legs kicking out and the blanket previously covering him at the other end of the crib.

"Shh. It's okay" Tony spoke gently, working to lower the bars of the crib so he could reach the upset little boy, the older man reached his hand down, gently running it over Peters head.

But it didn't settle Peter quite as much as he hoped it would have and Tony frowned when his son continued to cry. "Okay, okay." The man muttered tiredly, reaching down to lift the boy into his arms.

The boy continued to cry for a little while longer, wailing and wriggling in his fathers arms until Tony began to gently rock him, whispering gentle hushes to him, it was only then that the cries began to settle, and the boy began to calm.

"That's it. Daddy's here, it's okay," Tony said walking around the nursery with Peter in his arms. The baby just stared up at him, his face slightly red, his nose running and tears still left on his face.

Tony smiled down sadly at the boy in his arms, turning to grab a baby wipe from off the changing table before attempting to wipe the snot and tears from Peters face. Peter whined and squirmed around in Tony's hold, not appreciating what his dad was doing.

"I know buddy, but we've gotta get all that icky stuff off your face." Tony whispered, finishing up wiping the last of Peters face before dropping the baby wipe into the bin.

"There, see, all better." Tony said while Peter just babbled, his little hands reaching towards Tony's face.

A smile crept up on Tony as he admired the boy in his arms, he had lifted him a little bit higher and Peter was now dragging his hands across Tony's stubble, fascinated with the feel of it. "You're meant to be asleep buddy," Tony said carrying Peter back over to his crib, gently laying him down.

Peter wriggled around as Tony lifted the bars to the crib back up, the man reached down again, gently running his pinky finger from Peters forehead to his nose.

"It's sleepy time baby." Tony hummed, he rested his chin on his arm as he leaned on the crib, continuing the action of running his finger across Peters face, watching the boys eyes start to droop.

"That's it." Tony encouraged, watching as Peter began to blink slower and slower until his eyes didn't open back up, he waiting a little longer before hesitantly pulling his hand away.

Tony held his breath and carefully stepped away from the crib, he gradually stepped backwards towards the door watching Peter closely, ceasing his moments whenever the baby even moved an inch.

Finally Tony was close enough to the door and he turned around, he was about to sigh with relief, to head back to his room to go back to bed but ended up sighing in defeat when the small little sniffles started up again.

And the sniffles grew into loud cries as Tony once again made his way back into the nursery, the older man frowned, coming back up to the crib again.

"Peter." He sighed, bringing the bars of the crib down again, honestly Tony was exhausted, he checked his watch quickly, it was 3:23 a.m and this had been their routine for the past few night.

Tony knew it wasn't Peters fault though, he wasn't used to being on his own and this was his first week of being in his own room.

Tony reached back down, lifting Peter back up.

"I know, I know." He soothed, the billionaires eyes we're practically closed and he knew he couldn't stay in here again, he had tried yesterday and ended up sleeping in the crib with Peter, there wasn't much sleeping though because Tony was so worried he would actually roll over in the night that every time he almost dozed off he would wake himself up again.

Tony blinked down at Peter, he couldn't help but smile when Peter stopped crying again, not just because it was finally quiet, but because all it really took to get him to stop was to hold him, because the safest place he felt was in Tony's arms.

And that made Tony feel something in his heart.

Well. His ark reactor.

The man looked around the room before sighing for what felt like the one hundredth time, he didn't know what else to do, so instead of putting Peter back in his crib he grabbed another baby wipe off the side along with a pacifier.

He wiped Peters face again before dropping the dirty wipe in the bin. He then slipped the pacifier between Peters lips, still gently bouncing him as he made his way out of the room.

Tony turned a quick right towards his own room, waiting for the doors to slide open before stepping in.

"Is he okay?"

Tony looked up to see Steve sitting on his side of the bed, he was just in a pair of briefs, tiredly rubbing his eyes and it was clear he was just about to come help.

"Yeh," Tony sighed stepping closer towards the bed, the door closing behind him. "Little man's just lonely," Tony continued, he smiled sadly at Peter before looking back up to Steve.

"I'm just gonna grab the side crib for tonight," Tony informed the other, accepting his defeat. Steve nodded, standing himself up. "Let me get it," the older man offered, he didn't wait for Tony to answer, instead just retrieved the crib from the corner of the room where it was folded up.

Steve made his way back over to the bed, unfolding the crib and assembling it properly as Tony continued to tiredly entertain his son. He was so caught up with Peter he didn't even realise the other had finish until he was stood right in front of him.

"Let me take him," Steve whispered gently, he could see how tired Tony was, the last few days had been rough for all of them but it seemed Tony was taking it the hardest

Tony eventually passed Peter over and Steve adjusted him in his arms comfortably, grinning down at the boy. "Hey little man," Steve smiled while Tony made his way back to their bed

"You're meant to be asleep you know."

"That's what I told him." Tony grumbled, he had flopped back onto the bed, groaning tiredly as he pushed his head into his pillow.

Steve smiled again, walking back over to his side of the bed, he held Peter for a little while longer, sitting down on the bed.

"You're driving your daddy craz-." Steve tried to whisper to the boy but was quickly interrupted.

"Don't make him feel bad." Tony groaned somewhere from behind Steve.

The man laughed quietly, leaning forward to gently lay Peter down, the boy was practically asleep, gently sucking on his pacifier, once Peter was secured in his crib and covered with a blanket Steve turned back over.

"He won't feel bad," Steve promised, placing a kiss to Tony's temple. The man just grumbled something along the lines of 'he better not' as Steve leaned back. The super soldier decided to sleep on his back tonight.

Just so he could keep and eyes on both of his babies.

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