Spidertot

Oooooooh It's Magic! Ya Knooow...

**Here's a little fanart I made recently! Is it relevant to the story... No. You can have it anyways.  (✪㉨✪)**

"...So?"

Bruce looked up from his tablet to meet Tony's questioning gaze, Bruce's eyes gray with exhaustion and bewilderment.

"So what?"

Tony paced to the other side of the office and pointed to Peter who was sitting on a medical table, popsicle in tiny hand, in the adjoining observation room. He was wearing an oversized stark intern tee shirt that resembled a dress more than a shirt on his small frame and some tiny pants tony had managed to scavenge from a box of hand-me-downs one of his scientist had left at the lab. Tony tapped on the glass thankful it was one sided.

"Take a guess Bruce, you've got a brain. What the heck happened to the kid!?"

"I'm not a magician, I'm a geneticist, there only so muc—"

"Yeah yeah," tony crossed his arms, "Just tell me the facts, why has peter turned into some.. some freaking infant?!

Bruce sighed.

"Tony all I've got is that he's healthy besides a few bruises and scrapes. It looks like he got into some sort of fight, but other then that..." he shrugged and shoved the tablet under his arm.

"Hes simply a healthy, child of 1 to 3 years of age. There's no signs of foreign chemicals or toxins in his bloodstream..."

Tony scoffed.

Look, I'm just as stumped as you are, people aren't supposed to... reverse age!" Bruce bristled crossing his arms. Tony's scowl deepend.

"So there's nothing we can do? Peter will forever be stuck as a sniveling gremlin?"

"He's a child, not a gremlin, but as for the time being... uh yes" Bruce opened one the the white pristine draws attached to the office desk/sink against the wall and retrieved a thick manilla file.

"I'm not giving up on him, there's obvious foul play involved in this situa—"

"You think?!"

Bruce raised his eyebrows at Tony's outburst pressing the folder into the table calmly.

"Listen tony, I'll do everything I can, but for now, I think the best thing for Peter would be to keep him calm and safe.

"I'm not a damn babysitter..."

Bruce slammed his hand down on the office desk table. His eyes glinted green as the standard wall clock shook slightly behind him.

"You know what Tony?! Peter isn't just another damn kid now is he!" Silence stretched between them as Bruce took a few calming breaths. He smoothed his hair in frustration and paced behind the desk, splashing some water on his face from the built in sink. Tony inched over to him shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Hey, I know you care about Peter as much as anyone else... and I promise you he'll stay here at least until his aunt wakes up. but everyone knows I am no good with kids. For Pete's sake I was barely able to manage Peter when he was fifteen"

Tony laughed bitterly and picked up a stray pencil from the desk. Bruce glanced up at him but his eyes are far away focused on something past tony.

"I just don't understand." Bruce shook his head in bewilderment.

"There is no logical explanation for this whatsoever."

Tony sat silently for a moment his fingers pressed against his lips in thought. Finally he shrugged and stood a little straighter. Bruce numbly watched tony saunter towards the office door and swing it open. Tony glanced back at Bruce from inside the doorway and smirked.

"That's why I called you up first bud, if anyone can figure this kid out, it's you."

**thanks for ready friends!  (✪㉨✪)**