//Father\\

3

Tony carried Peter to the car waiting outside. He placed the kid in the back of the car and shut the door. Peter didn't even try to get out of the car, he just layed in the back, crying his eyes out.

Tony got in the car and headed towards the tower. He could tell the boy hadn't slept for hours because he was out cold, eyes all puffy and red, in the back seat.

Peter blinked a few times and rubbed his head. He tried to sit up but didn't find the energy to do so. He looked around the horizontal room, lying on his side.

Peter dug through his head to figure out where he was. All he could remember was him screaming, crying, begging not to leave. He had so many questions and no one was there to answer them.

The weak boy gained the strength to lift himself off the abnormally large bed he was lying in.

"Kid?" He heard a voice come from down the hall as he walked through the doorway.

Peter walked into a large room, couches and chairs around a large TV. The room lead into a modern, very nice kitchen. In the kitchen, Tony was sitting on a small wooden stool at the table.

"What are you doing put of bed?" Tony asked as Peter walked towards him. "Mr. Stark?" Peter asked. He hadn't seen Stark in a long time, around four months.

"Hey kid." Tony had a small, understanding smile in the corner of his mouth. "How are you holding up?" Peter was extremely confused, why wouldn't he be ok?

"Um... yea Im fine." He responded, holding a confused expression on his face.

"Are you sure?" Tony could tell Peter was missing a large detail of the story of last night.

Peter nodded and went to sit on the large couch, covered in blankets. "Whats with all the blankets?" Peter didn't look over his shoulder, moving around the blankets to make himself comfortable.

"Hey Pete," Tony walked to the couch and plopped next to the teen. "Hm?" His puppy dog eyes stared at Tony. "What all do you remember about yesterday?" Peter clicked his tong, and looked for something to say.

"I don't really know? Its all kinda a blur. Except I do remember crying a lot. And screaming to not take me away." He looked really confused, "Was I drunk?" A rush of panic fled his face.

"Oh my god! I was drunk! May's gonna kill me!" These words broke Tony in ways he never thought were possible.

"Peter." Peter stopped talking as he looked at Tony's very serious expression.

"May is gone."

Peter broke, once again. He knew Stark wasn't kidding. All the memories of the past weeks fled into his head. The gunshot, the hospital, the nurses saying he should leave. He could still feel the coldness of her lifeless palm in his hand.

The teen collapsed onto Tony's lap. Tony usually would have said something, but all he did was run his fingers through the curly brown hair on his lap. His effort to calm the boy down, or at least ease the pain the best he could, wasn't working very well.

Tony sat on the couch with the weeping kid sprawled across his lap.

About an hour later, the boy wore himself out and Tony brought him to bed.

Stark left the kid in bed, asleep, and went to sit in the living room. Steve, Bucky, Clint, Nat, and Bruce waited eagerly for Tony's arrival.

When the man reached the living room, he was bombarded with questions. He explained Peter had no living relatives to live with and that he would go into an orphanage. He explained how he wouldn't let a boy who just lost his aunt, the only person in the world who he really cared about, die in front of his eyes go to an orphanage.

Tony mentioned the part about himself adopting the 15 year old as briefly as possible to try to avoid conversation.

"Hold on, hold on." Steve noticed, "You, Tony Stark, adopted a kid?" Steve starred at Tony for a couple seconds before bursting out into laughter, as if he was kidding.

Eventually, the group realized he wasn't kidding and Tony was now a dad. Shocked, the team gathered around the table to eat breakfast and continue their conversation about the boy asleep upstairs.