Peter Parker Kid Oneshots

Sicky

Peter (age 3)

Steve

"Daddy!" I heard my little boy call for me. I took a glance at the clock, it read 2:36 am. I hopped out of bed and ran to Peter's room.

Peter was sitting up in his Captain America themed bed with puke all over him and his covers.

"I s-sorry." He cried. "Aw, baby it's okay, it isn't your fault."

I pulled his shirt off his head and picked him up. "Let's go take you a bath bubba."

He clung to me like a koala. I pulled his sheets and covers off his bed and loaded them in the wash before I put him in the bathtub.

"Are you okay?" I asked cleaning his hair. "Thwoat." He whimpered.

"Aw baby, I'll get you some medicine after this."

Peter just laid on my arm exhaustedly while I cleaned him up. I let the water out and grabbed a towel.

I picked him up with it planting a kiss on his clammy forehead. I dried him off and just dressed him in a pull up.

I gave him some medicine and a wet rag for his fever.

"You're going to bed with me and Papa okay?"

Peter nodded sucking his thumb. I usually never let him do that but it was keeping him quiet.

In Peter's other hand he had his favorite stuffed animal or should I say spider? He named him Spideio but he just calls him Spidey.

I laid him in the bed in between me and Tony.

Tony immediately wrapped his arms around Peter but he was still asleep.

I combed my fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp and soon Peter was asleep.

I kissed his cheek before turning over to go to sleep.

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"Papa! Daddy!" Peter sobbed, his nose in the air (if that makes sense). Tony and I sat up at the same time.

"What's wrong Petey Pie?" Tony asked, his voice laced with sleep. "He's sick Tones."

"Aw poor baby." Tony pulled him into his arms and held him against his chest.

Peter wrapped his arms around Tony and sobbed into his chest.

"Calm down Pete. You'll only make it worse." Tony spoke softly. He stroked his hair. Peter tried to hold in his cries, little whimpers escaped his closed lips.

"You're okay babe." Tony kept repeating. "S-sicky." Peter whined, little hiccups causing him to stutter.

"I know baby, I know." Tony stood up patting Peter's back. "Let's go get you some medicine."

"You hungry or are you too sick?" Tony moved his curls out of Peter's face. Peter frowned. "No."

"Okay maybe later then." Tony planted a kiss on his temple. I followed them lazily.

He gave Peter some cough syrup. "French toast sound good or do you want something else?" I asked Tony. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter babe."

He placed Peter in his high chair and scooted it closer to us so we could keep an eye on him.

Tony wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me against him tightly.

"Tony, I'm trying to cook!" I whined. Tony laughed placing a kiss on my lips.

"Daddy." Peter pouted doing grabby hands towards me. I laughed and picked him up.

"How about I cook?" Tony smiled. I nodded. "Thanks babe."

"You want some of Daddy's kisses too Petey baby?" Peter nodded shyly. I attacked him with big kisses all over his face. He grabbed my face with his tiny hands.

"Twickles!" Peter laughed. All of a sudden he sneezed in my face. I flinched and Tony laughed handing me a napkin."

"I s-sorry!" Tears filled his eyes. He apologizes for literally everything and he's only 3.

I wiped my face with the napkin. "It's okay bubba." 

"It was an accident sweetheart." Tony said putting the toast on a plate.

"You still not feeling good enough to eat?" Peter shook his head wiping his tear filled eyes.

"I hope you get better buddy."

And he did! In just a couple hours Peter was back to normal like nothing ever happened. He was jumping around, dancing, and swinging.

The only bad thing is Tony ended up sick, so me and Peter took care of him.