𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

65; savior

-'🕷 Steve received the call late at night, after him and Tony had already gone to bed. Hank was rambling worriedly about their son, explaining his drastic change in behavior after Wade left. Peter wasn't leaving his room, he wasn't interacting with anyone, he wasn't eating. The Arachnid was in a cycle; he would wake up, stare at the wall, cry, and fall back asleep.

It had been weeks since anyone had talked to him, weeks since Wade had disappeared. Weeks since Peter knew the truth; a truth that he could live with as long as he had Wade.

So, like any parent, Steve came to the rescue. The solider marched down to the school as soon as the call ended, wanting more then anything to give his son the comfort he deserved.

Steve took in a large breath as he approached the room, staring at the door for a long moment. He was a thinker, every move had to be well planned out, because if he did something wrong he could set Peter off. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, and he turned it very slowly.

The door was gently pushed open with a break that cut through the deathly silent room. Steve could feel his heart thumping away in his chest, as he carried himself to the edge of the bed. Even in his sleep, the spider looked like he was in so much pain. The Angel's cheeks were stained a deep red from salty tears, scratch marks along his raw face, and the boy was mostly bone.

Cap didn't understand how his baby lasted this long, or that he could be been without food in the first place. With his mutation he has to eat a certain amount or his body simply won't function, but he can't get like that, because he Spider instinct will kick in. The spider has an appetite, and it knew how to hunt. How to stay full.

Steve allowed a sob to erupt from the back of his throat, and his large arms slowly wrapped around his son to pick him up. As he held the boy in his arms, a pain ran through his body, and he held himself back from crying.

Wade and Peter had been together for about, a year and a half now, and Steve couldn't believe it was coming to an end. He pressed the small boys head against his broad chest, and shook his head with a sigh.

" I promise you, papa is going to make it better.." Steve whispered, the words seemed impossible even as they left his lips. " Just know that we love you very much.."

Peter didn't respond, he was too tired, to weak to open his eyes. He had no reason to see who was moving him, what might be moving him. The spider didn't care anymore, because Wade was gone. The picture was gone. Their boys, we're gone.

The solider laid Peter across the backseat, wrapping the thing blanket that he had snatched from the bed, around his small body. With a gentle kiss against his son's temple, he drove them back home. To the avengers tower.

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Tony had been pacing in the kitchen, waiting for his husband to come back with their hurt child. He clutched a coffee mug in calloused hands, the hot substance was the only thing keeping him from tipping over. The billionaire took large, gulping sips of the liquid, allowing it to burn his throat on the way down.

He had to stay awake, he had to no if Peter was safe. No matter how much he hated Wade, the idea of his baby loosing the man he loved terrified Tony. It took Peter getting hurt to finally understand what was going on, that they couldn't be pulled apart.

Peter was a positive charge, and Wade was negatively charged. Like magnets they were pulled together, and prying them apart would be a bitch. A positive couldn't go with a positive, and a negative pushed the other negative away. It had to be them.

When Steve stepped through the elevator doors with Peter in his arms, the genius felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Slowly, he built up the courage to approach them, to look at his baby, really look at him. His Brown eyes met Steve's crystal blue ones, and he silently reached up to wipe away his tears.

" Its going to be okay, we can help him." Tony reassured his husband, his hand sliding down to his bicep, squeezing comfortingly.

" Look at him..He- look at him.." Steve shut his eyes tightly, to keep his tears back.

" don't cry, baby. crying won't fix this, please." The shorter male to Steve's large body in his arms, holding him close. " I need you to be strong, we need to be strong.."

" Crying is cathartic." Steve retaliated, slowly leaning into his touch.

" Can I have Peter? So I can tuck him in? And then we can talk about this.."

" Okay.."

" Okay."

Iron Man pressed a kiss against his lovers cheek, before turning down the hallway to lay Peter down in his bed. They hadn't touched anything, they wouldn't dream of it. A home for their baby, if he ever chose to come back.

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When Peter opened his eyes, the sun's rays burned his pupils. The sudden light caused him to hiss out, his cheeks stinging due to dried tears. He allowed a breath to inflate his lungs, ignoring the pains from his stomach, the growls begging for something, anything to eat.

Slowly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His brown eyes scanned his old room, and he puffed out his cheeks. How did he get here?

He stared for a long time, trying to gather any evidence. Anything that could've brought him here.

Shaky hands gripped at wild brown, almost red curls, and he released a loud cry. He tugged roughly at the locks, inviting the pain.

Peter didn't stop the tugs until a gentle hand met his, and coaxed him into releasing his hair. He allowed his eyes to meet his Papa's soft features, and he forced in a large breath. Slowly, the small boy lifted himself, a struggle, and pushed his body into the much larger man's.

They sat in silence until Pete saw the food in his hand. He wanted to feel the pain for as long as he could, until it killed him. Because this was his fault and if nobody was going to punish him, he would.

On the other hand, his papa was good in the kitchen, and the waffles on the porcelain plate smelled like heaven.

Maybe just a bite wouldn't hurt..

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//I'll revise this in the morning, it's like 2:14 a.m.
//Sorry if this is shit, I have writers block.