Peter Parker wasn't exactly an expert in caregiving, but he'd learned one undeniable truth: Little Tony Stark was happiest when swaddled. Like, burrito-level swaddled. Today was no different. Tony sat cross-legged on the couch, pouting and fidgeting with the sleeve of his too-big hoodie. "Don't wanna work. Don't wanna think." He mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. Peter tilted his head sympathetically. Tony had a rough day—stress from big responsibilities weighed on him even when he slipped into little space. The only thing that helped on days like this was getting snuggled up tight. "You want me to burrito you, big guy?" Peter asked, crouching next to him. Tony perked up immediately, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah... Burrito." Peter chuckled and grabbed the softest, fluffiest blanket from the corner of the room—Tony's favorite one. It was grey and warm, and Tony liked to say it smelled like hugs. "Alright, bud. Lay back and let's get you wrapped up nice and snug." Tony flopped dramatically onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "I'm ready." "Sure you are, Mr. Stark." Peter shook his head fondly and started tucking the blanket around Tony, wrapping him up slowly and carefully, like he was handling something precious. "Tight enough?" Tony squirmed just a little, testing the wrap. "Tighter." Peter obliged, pulling the blanket tighter around Tony's small frame. He tucked in the last corner, pinning Tony's arms gently but securely to his sides. When he was done, only Tony's face peeked out, his body a cozy cocoon. "There we go. Tony burrito, fresh off the stove." Peter beamed, lifting Tony into his lap with ease. "How's that feel?" Tony let out a contented hum, wiggling slightly to settle deeper into Peter's chest. "Mmm... Safe." Peter leaned back into the couch, one arm wrapped securely around Tony's swaddled form. "Safe and sound. Just like you should be." Tony yawned, blinking slowly. "No thinkin'. No big things." "Exactly," Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to Tony's hairline. "No big things. Just me and my little burrito." Within minutes, Tony's breathing evened out, his eyelids drooping. Peter tightened his hold just slightly, rocking them gently back and forth. "Love you, Tony," Peter whispered, feeling the warmth of Tony's trust. A sleepy, mumbled reply escaped from the little burrito. "...Love you too, Pete..." And with that, Tony drifted off, wrapped snug in safety and love.
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Avengers Age Regression Oneshots
FanfictionCute Agere oneshots of the Avengers, also Loki because I like him and I said so. Maybe character insert? I don't know.
