You Can Let Go Now Daddy

Bandaid

"Stark, what's this?" Peter held a tool up to the man, waiting for his answer. Tony looked up from his workbench to see what the boy had in his hand.

"A screwdriver." He told the boy. Peter smiled, looking down at the tool.

Of course it was plastic. When Tony realized he'd have to watch the kid more than Pepper because she was always busy, he'd built Peter a smaller, kid size workbench with plastic tools so the kid could play along with what he was doing in a safe way.
Peter loved to copy the adults in his life, Tony quickly realized.
He liked to pretend he was building things like Tony, he liked to pretend he was cooking in the kitchen whenever Pepper made breakfast... He even liked to pretend he was shooting arrows like he'd seen Clint do on the television.
He was still begging Tony and Pepper to let him go to the shooting range with Clint and watch him shoot the arrows. Pepper hated that idea.

Peter returned to looking down at his toys strewn across the small workbench.
"Stark, why can't I use your tools? I want to make something too." He whined slightly.

Tony didn't even look up from his work this time. "You know it's dangerous, Peter. Sharp edges and all of that. Pepper would kill me if I let you go anywhere near this stuff."
That excuse didn't cut it for little Peter. When Tony wasn't paying attention, he slipped out of his chair and picked up one of the many scrap pieces strewn across the floor. His fingers slid across the surface, tilting his head slightly.
He looked around, searching for a spare tool that Tony wasn't using and grinned in triumph when he saw the real screwdriver laying on the floor. He didn't have any screws but maybe he could use it like a hammer.

He brought the stuff back to his workbench and set the scrap down on the workbench, making sure it stayed still.
"I'm going to be just like Stark..." He whispered softly. He lifted the screwdriver, bringing it down happily onto the piece of metal. The loud sound didn't bother Tony until he heard a scream and crying.
The billionaire turned to see what all the fuss was about and saw Peter, his finger had a cut on it. He rushed forward, wondering what the smaller boy had done and realizing with a jolt that the side of the scrap metal he'd picked up had blood on it. He'd clearly cut himself on it.

"Peter!" He lifted the crying boy from his workbench, hurrying off to find a first aid kit.
Peter's stomach hurt. He had made Tony angry and now he was going to be sent away. He'd gotten lucky with the nightmare incident and the bathroom incident, but he knew Tony's patience must be wearing thin and he would get sick of having a kid who didn't listen.

Tony placed Peter on top of the counter reaching for the band aids Pepper had bought for Peter specifically.
"Children always get into accidents." She'd claimed when Tony had laughed.
Now he wasn't laughing.

"Here pick a design..." He handed the box to Peter's good hand and began to clean his finger on the opposite hand. Peter wordlessly pulled one from the box and handed it to Tony.
He wrapped the bandaid around the boys finger. He was about to stand up and hug Peter when he saw the design on Peter's bandaid. Iron Man.

"I'm sorry for causing a problem and not listening, Stark. Please don't send me away." He asked, resting his head on Tony's chest. Tony sighed.

"It's not your fault. I'll clean that stuff up before I take you back down. And nice bandaid." He smiled softly. "Looks like I'll always be around to protect you now." He poked it and Peter giggled.
At least he had a cool bandaid.