*in Shane Dawson voice* GUYS! MY NEW KITTEN IS SO ADORABLE!!
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She doesn't have a name yet, but she's so hyper. She scaled up my clothes to sit on my shoulder lmao.
Peter stared at the container in his hand. Yes, he was truly about to do this, but, Tony and Steve wouldn't stop fighting. It was getting to the point where Peter hadn't slept in a week because he was trying to figure out how to stop it. By now, he could only hope that this would work.
"Friday, tell Mr. Stark that I need him," Peter mumbled, before downing the bottle. He felt himself slip away into darkness.
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Peter opened his eyes quickly. He began to sit up.
"Peter! Woah, calm down buddy," he heard Bruce say. He was in med bay. Peter sighed before leaning back and looking at Bruce.
"How long was I out?" Peter asked, but it sounded more like a bunch of soft whines. Bruce seemed to understand though, because he smiled.
"About an hour, which isn't nearly enough rest for the lack of sleep, and the complete body change you went through. Which, by the way, do you even know about?" Peter shrugged and curled his toes that were underneath the blanket. Bruce sighed.
"You turned into a two year old, Peter," Peter clenched his jaw. Two is younger than what he was aiming for. Peter whined softly and pulled the blanket up, to stuff his face in it. Bruce couldn't help but smile fondly at the kid.
Just for visual aid, here's what I imagine peter looks like
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The door opened, and Tony Stark walked in.
"Is he awake yet?" He asked frantically. Bruce rolled his eyes and gestured to the kid, who was now rubbing his eyes. Tony sighed in relief, and went to his kid.
"Hey buddy," Tony said, crouching next to the bed. Peter looked at him, before reaching his arms to Tony. Tony smiled and stood up, picking up the kid as well. Peter curled into his side and sighed. Bruce smiled.
"It might be a while until I get the antidote, since there's not much to work on, but I recommend letting him sleep. Friday has told me he hasn't slept well for like, the past two weeks," Bruce informed. Tony eyed the sleepy toddler in his arms before nodding. Peter tried saying something, but it didn't work out well at all. So instead, he took his hand, pinched his fingers, then brought them to his mouth, then back again. Tony, who learned the basics of sign language when Clint moved in, understood immediately.
"Yeah kid, I'll feed you first. But I didn't know you knew sign language," Tony said while walking into the hall, waving a Bruce. Peter shrugged. Truth is, when he was little, he had a speech deficiency, so he couldn't form words until he was around, four. Which is probably why he couldn't form words now. He forgot to count for that. They didn't say anything else as Tony entered the elevator. Peter simply snuggled deeper into Tony's warmth. Peter was currently wearing one of his T-shirts, and was swimming in it. Tony bounced him a little.
"Don't worry, kiddo, I got you some clothes while you were out. We'll change you before you eat, sound good?" Tony asked. Peter didn't respond, instead, just watched the elevator door open. Peter didn't expect the whole team to be waiting his and Tony's arrival. Upon seeing Peter, the team's hearts melted. He looked so adorable. Peter opened his mouth slightly at the team, showing is little teeth. Tony smiled. He carried Peter to the couch, then set him down. Peter instantly began to climb down, only to be stopped by another pair of arms. He was turned and saw Clint smiling at him in his father way. Peter couldn't help but smile back.
"Guys look! I made him smile!" Clint gushed. Peter let out a giggle, causing all of them to coo. Peter said something once again, only to huff when it didn't work. He turned, looking around, before turning back to Clint.
'Tony?' He signed. Clint stopped.
"You know sign language?" Clint asked. Peter just ignored him.
"Yeah, he does. I'll take him back, gotta get him into some fitting clothes," Tony said as he came back, a Spiderman footy pajama onesie in his hands. The team had no clue the irony of that. He took Peter and slipped a pull up on him, without taking the shirt off. Then, he took off the shirt if the blushing toddler. The kid was too skinny for his liking, and there was a scar running from his shoulder and across his chest. Tony sucked in a breath and quickly dressed the kid. Peter smiled happily and allowed himself to be picked up. Tony brought him to the kitchen, and gave him some squeezable applesauce that he got at the store. Peter was eating it happily as Tony was back into the living area. Tony sat on the couch, placing Peter on his lap. Everyone sat around them. Peter curled his toes again, soaking in the warmth of the onesie. He leaned back into Tony's chest and continued eating his applesauce.
"How bout a movie?" Tony asked him. Peter simply nodded. Was his kid always this quiet?
"Hey, Peter?" Peter turned to the voice. Natasha was smiling warmly at him. Peter smiled back.
"Are you not feeling well? Is that why you aren't talking?" She asked. Good, Tony thought, I wasn't the only one who caught that. Peter quickly shook his head. A soft whine escaped his throat once again. He turns and hides his face in Tony's chest. Tony couldn't help but comfort the kid.
"Friday?" Steve asked.
"It seems that Mr. Parker had a speech deficiency when he was younger. He wasn't able to say his first word until he was four. Since he is two, he is not able to talk," Friday informed. Peter sighed before turning toward the team, who were all looking at him with sad smiles. Peter shrugged before going back to his half finished applesauce. Tony ran a hand through the kid's hair and told Friday to put on Star Wars. Not even a quarter of the way through, Peter was fast asleep, face presses against Tony's chest and in his right hand was the almost finished applesauce. Tony gently grabbed (OWWW THE KITTEN JUST ATTACKED MY FOOT WITH CLAWS AND TEETH, HELP) the applesauce from the kid's lax hand and set it to the side. Then, he shifted slightly, everyone in the room was watching them, grinning at how cute the scene was. Peter's eye's cracked open. He whined softly, as if trying to say something, the curling on himself.
"You cold buddy?" Tony asked. Peter whined again before leaning on Tony and closing his eyes again. This time, he slept for the rest of the night.
