Young Peter Stark Oneshots

Named after a stranger

{AN: this is set before Junior is born.}
Tony Stark was scared, scared was an understatement he was completely and utterly mortified. He ran up and down the aisles of the store practically radiating fear. He was wearing the very inconspicuous disguise of a baseball hat and a pair of non prescription glasses to make himself less recognisable; he was here on important business and wasn't in the mood for being bombarded by requests for autographs and pictures. Besides, if word got out that Tony Stark was seen buying a baby bath the media would have a field day, he didn't need rumours about 'Tony Stark's secret love child' or how his playboy days finally caught up to him. So there he was, in his clever disguise, frantically searching for a baby bath that he had no idea what requirements it had to reach to meet to be good enough for his child. His child, wow, he was having a child. Oh God, he was having a child, a kid, a baby, the life of another, small impressionable person was in his hands. Gosh, he couldn't breathe: what if he was a horrible father, what if he messed up the poor kid, what if he ended up neglecting the child, what if he ended up like Howard or - God forbid - worse, what if -
"Excuse me, sir, um are you okay," a young man, no older than 20, wearing the store's uniform awkwardly approached Tony, he had dark brown skin, honey brown eyes and thick black hair, he was quite tall so he looked down at Tony. "It's just that you've been standing here for a while now, just staring into space. And, um... well is there anything I can do for you sir?" Tony snapped out of his daze and turned to look at the boy, "uhh um I need to find a baby bath actually," he replied suddenly realising how stupid he probably looked just staring into space in the dairy aisle; there was nothing suspicious about that low fat cheese.
"Oh well, right this way sir," the employe led Tony through the store until they reached a shelf full of baby baths, he turned to leave but Tony stopped him.
"Uh um can you help me find the right one?" the genius asked.
"Oh okay, did your wife give you any guidelines or ideas?" he asked Tony politely.
"Oh um no, she just said it has to be big enough to fit in the bathtub. And she's not my wife, not even my girlfriend actually, I don't know we had sex but it was kind of a mistake. Wait no, my kid's not a mistake. What if they he grows up thinking they're a mistake?! What if I'm a horrible father, gosh, I don't even have a middle name for the kid! And now I'm venting my worries to some young store employee..... sorry," Tony rambled.
"It's fine sir, you're not the most problematic customer I've had to deal with," he chuckled. "And if it's any consolation, I think you and your..."
"Pepper."
"You and your Pepper will be great parents. I don't know much about raising kids but the fact that you're so worried shows that you care," the employee replied giving Tony a genuine smile. "You should get the one down here," he stated pointing at a bath on the bottom shelf, "it fits in most tubs so you're almost guaranteed that you won't have to come back here," he explained, "meet me at the checkout point and I'll scan it out for you."
Before the boy left Tony got a quick glimpse of his name tag, his name was Parker. Well at least his kid had a middle name now. 9 months later, his son was the cutest baby boy ever named after a stranger.