Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

We don't need him

Six year old Peter Stark-Rogers was bouncing on the couch, waiting for his Papa to play with him. After a few minutes, the toddler grew impatient, and he wanted to play with his Papa now.

His tiny toddler voice filled the room, “Mis’te JARVIS? Whe’re Papa?” JARVIS diligently reported, “He is in Mr. Barnes room. But I suggest you wait.”

But Peter did not wait.

He found Uncle Bucky’s room, and saw that it was locked. Too bad. He used a bobby pin, as Auntie Nat taught him. His eager voice quickly died down when he saw his Papa and his Uncle kissing. And doing other stuff.

Tears burst into his eyes as Peter ran away, trying to get rid of the awful sight. Doing so, he bumped into Uncle Clint. Clint ruffled his hair, “Hey little birdie, what’s wrong?”

Peter latched onto Clint, and burst into sobs. Clint was surprised, but held him in a hug, gently patting his back. He spoke gently, “Baby bird? What’s wrong?” Peter whispered, “Bucky’s room.” Clint began to walk in, and saw Steve and Bucky doing, very r-rated things.

Clint gasped and headed the other way. In his head, thoughts like shit, and fuck were coursing. He sat on the sofa, still holding Peter in his arms, “Peter, I’m so sorry that you saw that. Really.” Peter looked up with a wavering voice, “But I thought Papa loved Daddy.” Clint nodded, “I’m sure he does. You just stay with me yeah? Want to watch a cartoon? You can pick.”

Peter pondered for a second and then replied, “Tom and Jerry?” Clint lightly chuckled, “Sure. JARVIS, you know what to do.”

And that’s how the two remained, Peter curled up in Clint’s side, trying to keep the bad thoughts at bay. But how was he going to tell his daddy? Daddy would be sad, angry. He didn’t want to make Daddy sad or angry.

Clint, also deeply bothered and disturbed by what he had witnessed, felt entirely bad for Peter. He shouldn’t have had to see that. Especially at his age. Clint kept an arm wrapped around Peter, letting him know that he was okay, and that everything would be okay. He wasn’t sure about the last part, but he would sure as heck try.

Later, Steve came out, with slightly tinted cheeks. It took everything within Clint to not yell at Steve’s ass right now, but for the sake of Peter, he would keep his composure. Peter was looking at the TV, because if he looked at Steve, he sure as hell would start crying again.

Steve offered as if he were a saint, “Hey, Peter, you want to play?” Peter shook his head, leaning into Clint’s grip, “No. You kissed Uncle Bucky.”

Steve looked at Peter as if he was accused of something he didn’t do. But the humiliation in his cheeks was giving the already known truth away. He stammered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tears pricked Peter’s eyes, his Papa was calling him a liar? Peter shook his head furiously, “But I saw! Uncl’e Clin saw too!” Clint only looked at the TV, scooping Peter up. He gave Steve a disapproving look.

Then, Tony and Natasha walked in. (Everyone: The heart and soul of the MCU!)

Tony asked, “What goes on my dudes?”

Peter looked up, “Papa did something bad Daddy!”

Tony crouched down, “What did he do bear?” Peter spoke just loud enough for Tony and Natasha to hear, “He was kissing Uncle Bucky! And, bad things. Icky wicky things.” Tony shot Steve his hardest glare as he scooped up a now crying Peter. Natasha offered gently, “I’ll take Peter, Clint come with me.” She was dangerously soft, which meant that later, Steve was so going to get his ass chewed out.

Natasha delicately took Peter in her arms, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. She kept her arms wrapped around him, being gentle but firm at the same time. She headed into the elevator, followed by Clint.

Natasha spoke kindly, “Peter, honey, you alright?” Peter shook his head, “Does Papa not love Daddy anymore? Does he not love me?” Clint explained gently, “No Peter, Steve loves you very much. He, just messed up.” He didn’t want to tell Peter the real truth, it would break his already broken heart.

They took him to his room, and they played some games with him, letting him win each time so he wouldn’t feel even worse. But, neither of the three could ignore what had happened.

Peter tried his hardest to forget, but the daunting thoughts of his Papa with his Uncle just hurt him so much. What if Papa didn’t really love Daddy? What if Papa never really loved him?

The waterworks began all over again, but Clint and Natasha held him tight, put on his favorite cartoons, and let him watch TV for more than two hours. They would try and help him feel better. And he would, after he heard what was happening between his Dads.

Steve spoke softly, “Tony, I,...” Tony shook his head, speaking too soft for anyone’s liking, “Don’t.” Steve tried again, trying to get him to meet his eyes, “Tony, please.” Tony remained silent and unmeeting the traitours blue eyes. Steve made one last attempt, “Tones, I.” That set him off.

Tony snarled, “Don’t call me that!  How could you! We have been married for six years! We have a kid! How could you?”

Steve tried to explain, “Tony, I’m really sorry. I know, it just happened.”

Tony asked, choosing to look at the wall than Steve’s imperfect in every way blue eyes, “How long?” Steve mocked confusion, “What do you mean?” knowing perfectly well what his spouse was implying.

Tony was still too quiet, “You know what I mean.”

Silence.

Tony erupted, “GODDAMIT ROGERS! How long were you sneaking off with your old war pal?”

Steve looked down at his shoes, “Six years.”

Tony looked at him with disgust, this whole time. While Tony gave it his all, Steve was off screwing someone else. Why? Was it the sex? Was it him? Was it Peter? God, Peter, he saw.

He looked at Steve in the eyes, with a glowing hatred, “Get out. Just get out! Don’t grab anything, just goddammit, get the fuck out.”

Steve remained still, pleading in his eyes, “Tony, calm down.”

Tony fired, “You want me to calm down? I find out that my husband has been screwing someone as long as we’ve had a kid, almost as long as we’ve been married. And I find out from him, that you’re cheating! And you don’t even look sorry about it! Did you think about me finding out? Or Peter? Rogers, you finally shattered his heart. And you want me to calm down?! If you don’t get out of here in the next two minutes I will send security to drag your ass out of here. Now.”

Steve tried to look remorseful as he went down the elevator. Downstairs, he found Barnes. He spoke low, “Bucky, we got to go. Now. Tony, Peter, they found out. We have to go.”

And they did. They left.

Tony sank into a chair, head in hands. He inhaled deeply and exhaled. God, Peter looked so hurt. He made his way into the elevator, trying to collect his thoughts.

He gently opened the door, and the two assassins took that as a sign to leave the father and son some privacy. As they left, Natasha placed a comforting hand on Tony’s shoulder, whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

Tony sat next to Peter on his bed, placing a gentle hand on his knee, “Bud, I’m so sorry that you had to see that.” Peter nodded, leaning into Tony, “Daddy, does Papa not love us?” Tony leaned back, “I don’t know bud, I wish I did.”

Peter yawned, the day’s events finally catching up with him. Tony plastered a fake smile, (fuck em up for a fake smile) and spoke, “Let’s hit the hay shall we?” Peter nodded, curled up into Tony’s side, knowing that his father was going to keep him safe no matter what.

A/N: Heyy! It's me Sarah! What's up? How's it going? Know any good songs for editing? (So I can use after Ramandan is over.) I also noticed that the last few titles are pretty similar, oops. I'll change them up a bit.