A Prank By Loki

Untitled Part 3

Peter's P.O.V

Tony gave me paint.

PAINT!

Do you know how much fun paint is? its fucking amazing.

Tony's not paying to much attention to me as I happily splatter paint on the walls - before you ask he said it was fine to do because it's his tower and tiny hand prints are cool! yeah that's right I actually have my finger prints on his walls now! I glance up from my glorious mess of purple, blue and red swirls to see him smiling at me. "Peter, did anyone ever tell you that you should quit science and take up art?" I shake my head and he just laughs "Go on, keep going. I might have glitter somewhere if you want some?" I nod my head excitedly and get back to painting whilst I listen to Tony go back to working.

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Me and Tony are playing on the floor now-he's got an ironman action toy and I've got a captain America one. We're playing 'Civil war'. "Ha!" I laugh loudly as I manage to knock ironman to the floor, Tony gasps and grabs me up by my waist and lifts me high above his head.

"Oh no! bested by captain America, whatever will I do?" He laughs and brings me down to his face where he starts blowing my cheeks and kissing them in between - I loose it and start laughing loudly.

The morning is going great.

******

I'm hiding.

Why?

Oh because its naptime and I hate naptime. It's been 2 weeks since this whole thing started and I have learned to hate the constant need to sleep at least twice a day. And no, I'm not cranky, screw you!

I hear Tony's foot steps as he walks into the room. "Oh where oh where has my Peter gone?" He says in an almost song like voice. "Where ever could he be?" He continues "I checked his bed, the front room and now the playroom - oh where oh where could he be?" He chuckles to him self, I stay low in side the toy chest, it goes quiet....To quiet - Before I know it, the lids lifted up and I don't get enough time to run as Tony grabs me "Found youuuuu" He says grinning. "Come on Pete, naptime with me and then a movie after, promise" He coos and carries me to his room.

I guess a nap wouldn't be that bad.

******

Tony's working on something again, it's small and he keeps fiddling with it every so often. Whilst he's doing that though he has me sat in the mesh prison with a few toys scattered around on the soft matts, I know he knows I'm bored as he keeps glancing up at me every time I huff angrily. "Stop huffing and puffing Pete, I'll let you out in a bit." He mumbles, I glare daggers at him. It's already 9pm and I am, admittedly getting tired.

"Seriously Tony?" Natasha's voice echo's into the room, her hands wrapping lightly around my waist and liftening me up onto her hip. I lean on her silently thankful someone is paying attention to my tiny self.

"...I was busy." Came Tony's small mumble, but he did look apologetic. "Sorry, really. It's just that Pepper's got me working on stuff for SI that I need to finish by tomorrow morning or it's my head." He explains softly looking guilty. Natasha must of rolled her eyes cause he looks even worse.

"Keep working Tony. I'll keep the little one with me." Before she even waited for Tony to respond she's heading straight to the elevator. "Are you sleepy Peter?" She questions me and I glance up at her, shaking my head stubbornly. She probably didn't believe me but she's a spy so I doubt I could really lie to her. "Sure you're not. FRIDAY. Can you take us up to his temporary floor?" The elevator doors closed and we soon made it to my floor where Clint sat with a towel over his shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to hand you to Clint so I can make you something yummy to eat ok?" She whispers, gently placing me in the archers arms.

"Hey kiddo." He mutters, rubbing my back as we walk away from Natasha who just smiles and gives me a small wave - she disappears after we walk into the bathroom. I give a small whine to show I'm not happy with this turn of events but Clint just hushes me as he quickly strips me naked and sets me in the bath tub - inside one of those seat things babies use. I pout and glare at him. "I know, I'm a horrible. Making you have a bath at this time of night" He chuckles a little. "Look at you, covered in paint. Did you and Tony have fun?" He asks, I nod a little and try to rub my eye but Clint stops me "Ah-ah-ah. Not with paint covered hands" He croons, I pout at him a bit but let him get to work washing me. "After this we'll have a nice quick meal and then I think its bedtime for a tiny spider." He comments as he scrubs at my hair. God that felt good.

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We leave the bathroom after being dressed into a pair of fluffy Spider-Man pj's and I spot Natasha placing a plastic plate on the table. She smiles and waves. "Hi baby spider, how'd the bath go?" She asks, making grabby hands at me. Clint obliges and hands me over.

"Good" I mumble, nuzzling into her tiredly. My stomach was rumbling like mad but I just wanted to sleep.

"Well that's good because I made a very nice meal of Crackers, do you want some?" She asks, I glance over to see that she had in fact just made me some crackers and butter. I smile a little and she just chuckles. "Ok, come on then." She grabs a cracker and hands it to me and I eat it slowly, the affects of the day and the bath finally starting to catch up.

I remember finishing the cracker along with five more after that and then being taken towards the nursery but with Natasha humming as she walked I soon fell asleep.

Author's note : A short and sweet chapter of one of Peter's day. - its fluff.