Booboos and Bandaids
“M- Mr. S-t-Steve!” Peter had cried, running over to the man, who grabbed Peter and held him in his arms. “I- T-h-they,
He-... Where’s D-Daddy?” He sobbed, looking at the hero, who’s heart broke at the sight of the small boy.
Tony was currently in the Med bay, How had this happened you ask? The man had traded himself in for some hostages, once his kidnapper heard the Heros were on their way, he got mad and let out all that anger on poor old Tony. “He’s in that room right there buddy, the doctors are working on helping him get better.” Steve said, pointing to the door which led to the surgery room. “He’s gonna be okay Peter,” Steve gave a reassuring smile to the little boy, who only asked between sobs “promise?” to which the hero only smiled softly “I promise. Why don’t you wait here with me till the doctors get back?” he smiled at the boy, who only nodded. Not being able to find it in himself to answer.
There the both had waited, Peter laid against Steve in his arms, while Steve stared at the Surgery room, waiting for someone to come out and tell him everything was fine. It had felt like hours had passed before anyone was gonna come out of the room, when someone had finally come out, Steve jumped to his feet, startling the sleeping Peter he still held close “He’s fine. You don’t have to worry, He had about 3 broken ribs, a bruised face, internal bleeding, and a broken knee and a really bruised face plus some cuts here and there. Luckily he made it, and we’ve dealt with the knee and ribs, about the cuts. They will heal over time, but i can’t say the scars will be gone, at the moment he’s asleep though. So I think it’s best if you let him rest.” Dr. Banner had told them both.
“Thank you Bruce, really.” Steve let out a sigh, turning to face a confused but worried Peter, eyes still red rimmed from all the crying. “Told you he’d be okay buddy, I don’t break my promises kiddo.” Steve smiled at Peter, who hugged him tight, thanking Bruce for helping Tony. “It’s no problem kiddo, I was just doing my job. But I gotta tell you both, considering the state Tony was brought in. He's gonna have to stay here a week or two before he can get back on his feet.” The man had told them, before walking away.
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It was 7 pm when Peter got the news about Tony, it was 9 pm when they said tony was fine, it is currently 11 pm, and Steve was taking Peter to the Condo on the top floor, where he would be staying with Peter for the next 2 weeks.
As the elevator door opened, Steve carried Peter to the sofa, where he put the boy down to get some shut eye, and get started on dinner. Steve had decided to make some simple Mac’n’Cheese tonight. So off he went to get started on the cooking, first, boil the pasta, then make the sauce, add them together… Bake in the oven for 20 minutes. And, tada! Mac’n’Cheese, all ready to eat.
“Peter, kiddo wake up. It’s time for dinner buddy, come one. Up we go” Steve had whispered softly to the kid, picking him up and heading over to the dining table. “What did you make?” asked Peter, rubbing his eyes gently. “Mac and Cheese buddy, now say ‘ahh” the man had replied before feeding a spoonful of the food to Peter, then himself. It didn’t take long until Peter started to mumble that he couldn’t eat anymore and his stomach was full, which only left Stev frowning. Saddened that Peter still wasn’t able to eat more than 1/4th a plate. “Alright then, let's go brush our Teeth then buddy” the man said, putting on a reassuring smile, heading over to the bathroom.
Once they had brushed their teeth, Steve helped Peter change his clothes, and changed his own. Before they headed over to bed. “Can we sleep in Daddy’s room tonight..?” Peter had pleaded, staring at the ground, tears in his eyes threatening to fall. “Of course Buddy, we can Sleep there as long as you want. Sounds good?” the man reassured Peter, lifting the boy's face to look at him. To which Peter only hummed in response, leaning against the older gentleman.
Once Peter was tucked in, Steve had climbed in himself, making the boy come closer to him, in which Steve only responded by pulling Peter into his arms.
“Good night kiddo,” the man had said, shutting his eyes. “Good night Daddy..” Peter mumbled, falling fast asleep. Steve only smiled softly in response before falling asleep himself.
They both fell asleep holding each other close, not once letting go.
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It had gone on like this for a week, and Tony still hadn’t woken up, and Steve was starting to get worried, for both Peter and Tony. he had found Peter crying on the bathroom floor, sobbing about how this was his fault. And everytime, he would hold the boy close and just tell him that he was not the one to blame, and that some people just chose to be bad in life.
The both of them had gone to meet Tony multiple times throughout the week, replacing the flowers every time they met him. Peter had Put a bandaid on the man's cheek once, saying that it would help him with his booboo. “Get well soon Daddy, I miss you” Peter whispered softly, kissing the man's cheek. Taking the other man's hand to leave the room now. That was until he heard something from behind him, what sounded like a soft grunt, and rustling. When Peter turned around his eyes grew wide, as he ran up to the bed. And hugged the man once more.
“Hey, kiddo easy there. I’m okay, don't worry, I missed you too buddy.” Tony croaked, hugging the boy back. “Don’t do that again! You scared me..” Peter yelled, squeezing the man tighter, “I won’t buddy, I won't..” he reassured the boy, patting circles around his back. Tony then turned his head over to the door to find Steve leaning against the frame, arms crossed smiling softly at the two. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the man who only smiled back, nodding his head.
“Alright you seem to be okay, but I'm gonna have you stay here 1-2 more days, just to run some tests to make sure you're 100% okay.” the doctor had said, before leaving the room to let the three be. “Well then, glad to know you're coming back. Had the kids worried sick, literally” Steve had said, walking up to the man's hospital bed. “Yea well, if I knew you two would worry this much I would've brought my suit with me.” The man threw back, smiling. “Yea, yea. But hurry up and get better, the house is quiet without you.” Steve rolled his eyes, Stopping at the frame again, before walking out to leave the man to his thoughts.
Once again, like usual Steve came by every morning with Peter to check up on Tony, with fresh flowers, this time around though. He was awake, which made things a lot less sad and tense. “Flowers Rogers? I didn’t know you missed me that much” Tony teased Steve the next time he came in, “Don’t flatter yourself Stark, I'm only here because Peter is asleep,” Steve replied back, rolling his eyes. Placing the flowers in the vase.
“Oh yea sure” he continued, laughing. Once Steve had placed the flowers, he went and sat down in the armchair beside the bed, leaning his head back to rest. “That tired huh?” Tony asked, resting his face on the palm of his hand. “You have no idea… Now leave me alone to get some rest.” Steve mumbled back, before dozing off.
Not long after, Peter made his way over to Tony's room, rubbing his eyes gently. “Daddy…” Peter whispered, “yes kiddo?” the older man had replied, shifting his gaze from Steve to Peter. “Can I lay with you…?” Peter asked softly, holding into Benjamin tightly. Tony only smiled, before patting the bed in a gesture to get Peter over there. To which the boy had stumbled, as he climbed up Tony had helped him get fully up, placing the boy beside him to lay. Once in the bed, Peter’s eyes immediately fell shut. Holding onto Tony with a firm grip, he only managed to let out a few words, “I missed you Daddy.. Both of us..” the boy Whispered before falling asleep, “I missed you both too kiddo,” Tony replied, also shutting his eyes to sleep.
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In no time, 2 days had passed by. Now Tony was up and walking, with crutches of course. He had insisted that he didn’t need them, and he was fine. Right before he tried to get up and walk, that is, the man had fallen face flat onto the ground making Peter worry, on the verge of tears. (Give the poor boy a break man-)
“Finally, Home!” Tony sighed, looking around the place. “Damn, this place is cleaner than my ego… Peter kiddo, who stayed with you again?” Tony whispered, turning to look at Peter confused. He was never told who had taken care of Peter while he was in the hospital, now getting worried some random person may have come here. “Papa of course!” Peter just exclaimed happily smiling, but Tony just tilted his head in confusion, not sure who this ‘Papa’ was- but Peter only Giggled at Tony’s reaction, before pointing at the man who had been carrying him this entire time, Steve.
“Papa took care of me while Daddy was sleeping!” Peter exclaimed once again, only making Tony Smirk and Steve turn his head to look somewhere else. “Good to know kiddo, good to know..” Tony had replied back to the kid, still smirking as he went past Steve, patting him on the shoulder before heading into the kitchen. “So what's for Dinner?” were the only words heard from the kitchen, followed by a big *Crash!*
By the time the two had run there, they found Tony on the ground trying to get back up, using the counter as help, but slipping. Putting the boy down, Steve had gone over to help Tony up, grabbing him by his arms and helping him get up on the island chairs. “So who’s idea was it to leave the butter out?” Tony asked the two, who only pointed at one another quickly. Earning a laugh from the man, “Wow Steve, I didn’t think you’d be so fast to turn on a kid like this.” He teased, rubbing his leg. “Hey.! Okay, in my defense, he helped.” Steve had answered, putting his hands up in a ‘fake surrender’ gesture. “Yea, I wanted you to have pancakes when you got home! So I helped Papa make them!” Peter explained, reaching for the Pancakes, which Steve had happily handed to him to give to Tony.
Upon seeing the pancakes Tony smiled softly, thanking the two for the breakfast, even though it was already 4pm.
After they had eaten their food, both the older men settled on staying in and watching a movie or something with Peter, so that's what they did. Steve sat down with Tony leaning towards him, and Peter laying in between both the older men, with Steve wrapping his arm around the two. “What movie kiddo?” Steve asked, grabbing the remote to surf through the channels. “I wanna watch Tangled!” Peter replied, smiling. “Alright kiddo! Tangled!” Tony exclaimed, high five'ing Peter who only giggled back.
Throughout half way into the movie, Steve was the first to fall asleep. Which didn’t surprise the other two, realizing just how tired he must be. Once the movie had ended, Tony turned off the T.V, getting ready to sleep. “Daddy, I have a question..” Peter asked, turning to face the older man, who hummed in response. “Is Papa going to live with us after you're better..?” the little boy asked, fiddling with his fingers. The man only brushed his hand on Peter’s cheek before replying. “That’s up to you and your Papa kiddo, if he wants to stay he can, so why don’t you ask your Papa tomorrow okay?” was all he said, smiling.
“Okay.. but is it wrong to have two Daddies?” Peter started again, earning a quiet laugh from the older male. “THat’s up to you kiddo, do you want two Daddies?” he replied, trying to close his eyes. “Oh, yea I do. I want to live with you and Papa forever.” He had answered smiling. “But daddy where to babies come fro-?” Peter had started once again, but was cut off from a “goodnight” from Tony, to which he only giggled.
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“Papa, are you going to stay with me and Daddy once Daddy gets better?” Peter had asked the man in the morning at breakfast. “Well, do you want me to stay Peter?” Steve had questioned, putting down his coffee. The boy only nodded like crazy before answering. “Yea! Who’s gonna make me Mac’n’Cheese?? Plus I would miss you! Me and daddy both!” he had said, smiling a big toothy smile.
“Well then, I guess I’ll stay kiddo,” The hero had smiled, ruffling Peter's hair before taking a sip of his coffee. “Papa, where do babies come from?” Peter had asked again, making the man choke on his coffee. “Why don’t you ask Tony Pete?” he replied, trying to wipe the coffee from the counter. Before taking another sip, “I did. He said I should ask you.” Peter replied innocently, making the man choke on his coffee again.
“Well.. I guess if you insist.. You see Peter, when two people love each other very much..” He had begun, waving his hands around. “You're actually gonna tell him!?” Tony yelled from the living room, “HE ASKED! Should I not???” Steve had yelled back confused, “NO! He’s 5 Steve!” the other man laughed back. “Oh- Well back in my day-” “Oh My GOD STOP Steve please! You sound like somebody’s grandpa!” “What do you want me to say!?” “Nothing!!” They both had gone at each other, making Peter laugh.
Oh boy…