Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

🍼❤️🤖Tony 101💭❤️🕷️

Peter Parker leaned against the doorframe of the living room, watching as Tony Stark sat on the floor surrounded by a pile of toys, babbling to himself in his little headspace. It wasn't the first time Peter had seen Tony like this, but every time it happened, it felt like a whole new learning experience.

"Okay, Pete," Peter whispered to himself, "you've got this. Tony 101—how to handle a regressed genius."

Tony, currently in the mindset of a curious toddler, was happily playing with a set of colorful blocks. He was completely absorbed in stacking them into a tower, his tongue poking out in concentration. Peter smiled softly—seeing Tony like this was both endearing and a little overwhelming. This was Iron Man, but also a little guy who just needed some love and attention right now.

"Hey, Tony," Peter said gently, stepping further into the room. "How's the tower going?"

Tony looked up at Peter with wide eyes and a grin, holding up one of the blocks proudly. "Look, Petey! Big tower!" His voice was full of that sweet innocence, and Peter felt his heart melt.

"Whoa, that's impressive!" Peter knelt down next to him. "You're an architect and an inventor, huh?"

Tony beamed, clearly pleased with the praise. But just as Peter was about to relax, the tower wobbled precariously. Tony's face froze as he watched it tip over in slow motion. The moment the blocks hit the ground, Tony's bottom lip quivered, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Uh-oh," Peter muttered, already sensing the impending meltdown. "No, no, it's okay! We can rebuild it, Tony. We can make it even taller this time!"

But Tony was having none of it. His little fists balled up, and before Peter could blink, he let out a frustrated wail, tears streaming down his face.

And thus began lesson one of Tony 101: Dealing with tantrums.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Peter said, quickly scooping Tony into his arms. He rocked him gently, bouncing him a bit in hopes of calming him down. "It's just some blocks, buddy. We can try again, no big deal."

But Tony, still upset, buried his face in Peter's chest, sniffling loudly. His small hands clung to Peter's hoodie, and Peter could feel how tightly Tony was holding on, seeking comfort. It was clear that, in his little headspace, the falling blocks felt like the end of the world.

Peter rubbed circles on Tony's back, softly humming in an attempt to soothe him. "Shhh, it's okay, Tony. I'm right here."

After a few minutes of soft rocking, Tony's cries began to subside, turning into soft hiccups. He peeked up at Peter, his big brown eyes filled with leftover tears.

"There you go, buddy," Peter said, smiling down at him. "Feeling a little better?"

Tony nodded, sniffling. "S-sorry, Petey," he whispered.

Peter shook his head. "You don't need to apologize, Tony. It's okay to be upset. But next time, instead of crying, let's rebuild the tower together, alright? I'll help."

Tony nodded again, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Peter carefully set him back down on the floor, grabbing the scattered blocks.

"Let's make it even taller this time, okay?" Peter said, holding out a few blocks to Tony.

"Okay," Tony said softly, taking the blocks and carefully placing them in the new tower they were building together.

As they worked, Peter couldn't help but think about how surreal this was—being responsible for someone like Tony Stark, even in this regressed state. But there was something special about being the one Tony trusted when he was little. It wasn't easy, though, and that brought Peter to lesson two of Tony 101: Keeping Tony entertained.

After they finished the tower, Peter noticed Tony's attention drifting. The little guy was getting restless, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and looking around the room.

"You getting bored, bud?" Peter asked, and Tony nodded, looking at Peter expectantly.

"Okay," Peter said, standing up and stretching. "How about we color for a bit? I've got some new markers and coloring books."

Tony's eyes lit up immediately. "Yeah! I wanna color!"

Peter smiled, heading over to the shelf where he kept Tony's little supplies. He grabbed a stack of coloring books and markers, setting them down on the coffee table. Tony scrambled up next to him, eagerly flipping through the pages until he found one he liked—an Iron Man coloring page, of course.

Peter chuckled. "You never get tired of coloring yourself, do you?"

Tony grinned, picking out a bright red marker and carefully filling in the lines of his suit. Peter grabbed a marker of his own and joined in, helping Tony with some of the smaller details.

As they colored together, Peter glanced over at Tony, who was humming happily to himself. Moments like these—calm, peaceful moments—were what Peter loved most about being Tony's caregiver. It wasn't always easy, and Tony could be a handful, but seeing him so content made it all worth it.

"All done!" Tony announced proudly, holding up his finished drawing.

Peter looked it over, nodding in approval. "Looks amazing, Tony! You did a great job."

Tony beamed, and Peter felt a warm sense of accomplishment. He had successfully navigated another day of Tony 101—no small feat, considering how unpredictable little Tony could be.

"Alright, buddy," Peter said, glancing at the clock. "How about we get some snacks and then maybe a movie before bedtime?"

Tony's eyes widened at the mention of snacks. "Can we have cookies, Petey?"

Peter laughed, ruffling Tony's hair. "Yeah, we can have cookies. But only if you promise to eat some real food too."

Tony giggled, hopping off the couch and grabbing Peter's hand. "Deal!"

As they made their way to the kitchen, Peter couldn't help but smile. Sure, taking care of little Tony could be a challenge, but it was one Peter was happy to take on. After all, there was something incredibly rewarding about being the one Tony trusted most when he was in his little space.

And so, another day of Tony 101 came to a close, filled with tantrums, coloring, and cookies. And Peter wouldn't have had it any other way.