Revenge...

The bunker.

Two months later- Tony's POV-
I rolled out of bed, 8:03 AM on Saturday, I groaned. I sat up and threw on my top, I walked out to the kitchen and was met with an unnerving sight. Sat on the couch was Nick Fury, Natasha and Phil Coulson.
"Woah... what did I do this time?" I asked sarcastically.
"Stark, there's been some bad news." Nick replied bluntly.
"Uhh... I have a lot of questions. Why are you just sitting on my sofa at eight o clock in the morning?" I asked.
"Loki's back. He's back, Tony." Phil sighed.
"What? How can he be back?! There has to be some sort of mistake." I said, unable to believe it.
Natasha frowned and shook her head.
"Where's my Peter?" I looked around the room, I wasted no time and sprinted down to his room. I burst through the door and Peter sat up, his hair messy and in a baggy jumper. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Stark?" He yawned.
I sat down on his bed, he shifted next to me.
"I have something to tell you, and it's not good news." I put my arm around his shoulder. "Loki is back. And... he's probably coming for me, or you. But this time it will be different. We have more protec..." Peter cut me off.
"Don't let him get me! Please! Mr. Stark! Please! I can't do that again! Promise me!" He clung to my shirt, I have to admit, he did startle me a bit. I hugged him.
"It's gonna be okay. We're gonna go with Nick Fury and stay in his safe room in the underground bunker until they find him. You have nothing to worry about." I reassured him.
"He didn't torture you last time though, did he?" Peter groaned. Ever since those events, Peter has been having nightmares every night. Usually he just sleeps on the sofa, and I sleep next to him just incase. It definitely scarred him, physically and mentally. I grabbed his arm and led him out to the living room. Peter sat down on the arm rest of the couch.
"Hi, Auntie Nat." Peter whispered.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"
Peter nodded, but he didn't look "okay." Nick stood up.
"Let's go. We shouldn't waste time, there's a car waiting outside."
I held Peter close to me and we walked silently out of the doors of Stark Tower. It only took twenty minutes to get to the bunker. We were led to a large room, it was all white and had no windows, the only thing in there was two beds and a locked door.
"We'll be back in an hour with some food, as long as you're in here, you're completely safe. Just call if you need anything." And with that, Nick closed the door and locked it.
"See kid? We're safe. Everything is gonna be okay, and I'm not gonna leave your side, just like I promised." I smiled.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Stark." Peter grinned back. "But... what can we do in here?"
"I don't know, we'll figure something out though. We can play games and stuff." I shrugged.
"Okay, like what? Cards?" He asked.
"Yeah, sounds good. Hey Nat! Get us some cards please!" I yelled at the camera in the corner. Around forty seconds later, Natasha walked in carrying a deck of playing cards.
"Wait! Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked quickly.
"Yeah. Second door on the right, I'll stay here with Peter." Nat smiled.
Peter stood up and hugged me, he then sat back down and turned to Natasha again. I walked out with a grin that took over my face.

Peter's POV-
Mr. Stark walked out and I turned to face Auntie Nat.
"So, Pete. What was that?" She smirked.
"What?" I asked confusedly.
"The hug between you and tin can?" She smiled again.
"Oh. Well, I live with Mr. Stark. It's not a big deal. He's my favourite person ever, why wouldn't I hug him?" I said happily.
"You called him dad once. Why did you stop?" Nat questioned. This conversation was becoming a bit too personal.
"I don't know. What if Mr. Stark didn't like it?" I sighed. "I would love to call him dad. But he's not... you know... my dad." I looked to the floor sadly.
"Peter. That day you called him dad; I've never seen a person more happy! That whole week he was insanely proud." Nat grinned. "He would love for you to call him dad."
"I don't..." Mr. Dad... Dad Stark... MR. STARK came through the door.
"Hey. What are you two kids talking about?" He joked.
"Nothing." Nat replied plainly, she winked at me before walking out and locking the door again.
"Hi..." I said awkwardly.
"Hey kid. Is something wrong?"
"Would you mind if I called you dad?" I blurted out. He looked taken aback, I wondered if I made a fool out of myself, but then it changed. Mr. Stark's face went from surprised to extremely excited. He blushed red and tried to hide it. I raised my eyebrows.
"I... I would love... yeah... yeah that sounds fine." He stuttered.
"Okay, thanks dad." I rested my head on his shoulder and tried to hide a laugh at the same look of happiness on his face. If I knew one thing for sure; it would be that I felt a lot better with dad next to me, no matter what happens...