Tricks

Four

Peter woke up with a hand running through his hair. He blinked sleepily as he struggled to grab at his surroundings. He felt warm instead of feeling the cold of the steel walls around him.

"Hey, buddy." Tony greeted Peter with a soft smile on his face. Peter hummed and looked around in confusion. Did they make it out? Was he finally out?

"Your at Stark Tower. In the infirmary. Everything's okay now." Tony soothed the kid's worries.
Peter looked around and noticed that they were the only ones in the room.

"Thought that having too much people in here might overwhelm you. Want some water?" Tony questioned.
Peter nodded his head as he realized how dry his throat was.

The brown haired kid watched as the man poured some water into a paper cup and held it out to him. Peter grasped the cup softly and took a sip from it.

"So, I think a thank you is in order. Since I blacked out and all. So thanks kid. You really saved me out there." Peter beamed at the compliment, glad he could help someone.

"However, I checked in and none of your blood family can take you in. Your godparents died awhile back. I'm sorry." Tony frowned.

"It's okay. This stuff happens doesn't it?" Peter responded.
"Doesn't mean you should be calm about it." The man answered. Peter just shrugged and finished his cup of water.

"Would- uh, you can stay here for a few days. We'll figure out something." Tony awkwardly said.
Peter nodded, "I'll be going into foster care, right?"

Tony bit the inside of his check and looked away. "You remember Clint? The guy who helped get us out of the building? He'll be watching you for a few days. I have some important things to do."

"Sure."

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"So, you knew." Tony seethed.
"It's not like that Tony! We didn't want to hurt you." Natasha explained, trying to not make things worst then they already were.

"Yeah well, it would've been less painful if I knew I could trust my friends!" The man almost shouted at the group. "Who else knows?"

"Wanda, and Sam." Steve answered quietly.
Tony pursed his lips in disgust. "So people these days are just okay with cheating?"

"It should've have happened." Steve replied.
"But it did, didn't?" Tony interjected. "It happened, I found out. Good thing I can trust my Al. But you guys." He trailed off shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. I know I hurt you, I just." Steve stopped talking and looked down. For a moment Tony almost felt sorry for the man. But then he realized just how many arguments they have gotten in. How many nights they shouted over stupid stuff. How much pain they caused each other rather than love and happiness.

If Steve cheated once, who knows if he'll do it again. Tony wasn't an idiot, he saw how Steve reacted to being caught. It was like he was expecting it. Didn't even seem sorry about it.

"Tony." Natasha muttered.
"Get out."

"What?" Steve questioned, head snapping up in surprise.
"Get out. If I can't trust the people who lied to me, why in the hell would I let them live with me?" Tony said.

"We don't have anywhere else to go." Steve cried out.
Tony shrugged, "Not my problem. Get a job. But if you're still here by ten I will call the cops and have you removed."

"Tony, reconsider. This is childish!" Natasha told the man.
"Childish? Fine Romanoff. Then I guess I'm childish. But get the  fuck out of my home." Tony walked out of the room, head hot with anger and his heart soaked in sadness.

Tony started back to the infirmary to get his bandages replaced but stopped upon hearing laughter. He carefully opened the door and watched as Clint and Peter played with some action figures.

Peter's face lit up as Clint pretended to be wounded as one of Peter's agents shot at Clint's toy. Tony's eyes narrowed at the duo as he walked passed the room and as his feet traveled to the workshop.

Tony sat down and stared at the blue prints that were in front of him. He was working on a new prototype for Captain Americas shield. It'll be scraped now, however.

Tony doesn't know how he could ever work with the man again. At least, not unless if the world was at stake once more. That would be the only expectation.

"Captain Rogers, and Ms. Romanoff have left the building." FRIDAY spoke, startling the man.
Tony let out a hum, "Did they pack their bags?"

"No Sir." FRIDAY answered.
"Have to do something about that. Does S.H.I.E.L.D still have those spare rooms?" The man questioned, swirling in his chair.

"Yes Sir. All empty, and ready for use."
Guess he'll be sending some boxes to them then. Tony sat up in his chair and pulled up the cameras to the infirmary.

Clint was still playing with Peter. The kid's smile never fading, and laughter only going with laughter as Clint told him a joke.

"Hey FRI? Can you pull up information on adoption?"
"Of course boss, new addition?" FRIDAY asked.

"Something like that. Want to be a big sister?" Tony smirked.
"Of course." FRIDAY responded.

"Then let's see what I can do." The man mumbled under his breath as he looked at the requirements of being adopting.

Dying In L.A By: Panic at the disco