The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Back to Peter

   okay y'all! I'm back!!

Sorry for the wait, I'm so bad at writing. Lack of inspiration is REAL.

Anyways, there's a few swear words but nothing horrible.

Hope you like it 💕🍼🐰
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     Peter, Tony, and Bruce were relaxing in Peter's room after the long, stressful day. Peter had slipped into little space hard after his Dada came down to the lab to get him. The stress of his day had sent him deeper into little space than his caregivers had ever seen him. Having a panic attack and getting sick were hard on everyone, but especially a sensitive soul like Peter.

     Bruce held Peter in his arms, gently rocking him every now and then to keep him awake while Tony got a bottle of warm milk for him. They had dressed him in his night clothes and put a diaper on him, in case of any accidents.

     Tony walked in with the bottle, "Hey, sport, gotta wake up if you want some milk." He said gently and raised the bottle to Peter's mouth. He drank it slowly, eyelids drooping with exhaustion before he had even finished it. When Tony decided he had had enough (Super-Human metabolism was to blame here) he sat down the bottle and replaced it with a paci.

     Tony and Bruce layed on either side of Peter while he slept in the middle of the bed with his stuffie, Mr. Fox. Nobody had trouble falling asleep that night.

     Peter woke up feeling big. He lazily sat up to catch a glimpse of the alarm clock over Tony's big head. 12 in the afternoon. No biggie just sleeping in on a Monday morning- wait. School! Peter launched out of bed and grabbed some clothes, scrambling to the bathroom to change (and take off his diaper) before brushing his teeth. A very tired Tony stood in the doorway as Peter tried to leave, "And where are you going, little one?" Peter rolled his eyes, "School, Mr. Stark, I'm late and Im not small right now." Tony shrugged and moved out of his way, shooting a text to Happy to start the car.

     Peter sighed lowly, grabbing a granola bar and heading to the car. Another long day at school.

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"Steve, are you sure you aren't wanting to try this out?"

     Steve went red, "No, Buck... It's just. I was just thinking...." His voice faded behind his anxiety.

     Bucky chuckled and pulled Steve into a hug, "It's okay, Stevie. What is it? I won't judge."

     Steve scoffed at the nickname, "Buck, tone down the fatherly instinct for a moment please?" He joked before letting out a small sigh "I was just thinking... Maybe if the whole... Whole regression thing works for Peter's trauma... Maybe it'll help relieve some of ours?" Bucky raised an eyebrow but was cut off by Steve before he could speak up "I'm not saying you have to act this way..You can if you want to but I know how much you like to take care of people... And..."

     Bucky just nodded, taking Steve's hand and gently tracing the scars on his knuckles, "Like when you had pneumonia back in.. oh-...1940? Was it? Well, I remember that you were sick as a dog." He brought his lover's hand to his mouth and gently kissed it , "you coughed yourself into a set of wet sheets a good many times. I remember that. You were humiliated, but it never bothered me. You are mine to care for, even if that meant washing sheets every morning when you were ill. I love taking care of you, my Stevie... And if you need this, I'm all here for it, because I need you."
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     Happy pulled into the school parking lot, letting Peter out. He walked into the building, keeping his head down as he got his tardy slip from the front office and made his way to math class. The whole class stared at him as he walked in slowly, handing his teacher the paper before sitting beside Ned, who promptly punched his arm.