Always Be My Baby

By the time the sun started coming up, Tony was exhausted. 

Exhausted was an understatement. 

He slept about three hours total. He cleaned vomit off the hallway floor, bathroom floor and Morgan’s bedroom carpet. He changed four diapers and ran upstairs and downstairs more times than he could count to refill milk bottles, get medicine and water. 

He was so tired and drained and it was just the start. 

He never had to deal with three sick kids at once before by himself. Usually they all got sick separately or two at once and he always had Pepper to help him. Not anymore. 

Tony finally had some downtime to himself. 

Pepper was asleep in their bed and Peter was sleeping with her. Tony struggled the most with Peter, as always, but Peter was exhausted from waking up almost every hour with diarrhea and because of that, he had a rash that kept getting worse so after applying almost a whole bottle of rash cream on him and giving him a pacifier to actually stay asleep, Tony headed downstairs to relax on the living room couch. 

Morgan was asleep in her bedroom with a garbage can next to her bed and Harley was on his phone the last time Tony checked on him. 

He wasn’t even sitting down for ten minutes when his phone started vibrating next to him. He saw that it was Pepper calling him and he was already on his feet and making his way upstairs. “I’m coming.” He said into the phone then opened the bedroom door and saw Peter sitting up in bed, supporting the same face he had every time he had another episode. 

“It’s okay, Pete. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Peter sobbed when he saw his dad. “My bum hurts!” 

Tony knew that. “I know, I’ll put more cream. Come lie down on the towel.” 

Peter laid down, taking out his pacifier to release loud sobs. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” 

“Oh no.” Tony looked in the hallway at Morgan standing there, covered in vomit. He cringed. “Oh Morgan.” 

“What is it, Tony?” Pepper asked, feeling too weak to even get out of bed. She had shivers but was sweating. Her body hurt all over and she felt like she was going to vomit at any second. Especially hearing the mess Peter made in his diaper. Although she did wish she could help her husband out. 

“Morgan threw up all over herself and the floor.” Tony looked back at Peter, lying on the floor. He needed to clean him up first because he couldn’t let his rash get any worse. “I’ll help you in a minute, Morgan. I need to change your brother first.” 

Tony had all the supplies on the floor already ready for him so he got on his knees and got to work but the second he started wiping, Peter let out a pained scream and tried to roll away. “Stop! It hurts!” 

“Baby. I have to.” 

“Nooo!” He cried and rolled onto his stomach, crying harder. “I wan’-I wan’-” 

“What do you want? I’ll get it for you.” 

Peter didn’t reply. He picked the pacifier back up and put it in his mouth, sucking on it and trying to forget the pain on his bottom. 

Tony used that opportunity to flip Peter back onto his back and finish the job. 

“Daddy.” Morgan walked into his bedroom, holding her stomach and just as Tony turned around to look at her, she was throwing up all over herself and his bedroom. “I’m sorry! My stomach hurts!” She sobbed, holding onto her stomach. 

“Morgan. Just go into the-” Pepper couldn’t finish her sentence. She stood up and ran into the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet and Tony wanted to cry. He was so overwhelmed and literally surrounded by vomit and diarrhea and crying and demands and he didn’t know what to do. 

“Stay there, Morgan. You’re getting vomit everywhere.” 

“I’m sorry!” 

Tony decided to leave Peter naked from the waist down for a few minutes to let the fresh air try to help while he dealt with Morgan. He stood up, wiping the sweat off his forehead and walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and lay it over the vomit in the doorway so no one stepped in it. 

“Can you go into the bathroom and go take a shower? You’ve got vomit all over yourself.” He looked at her hair. “And it’s all in your hair.” 

Morgan started crying. “I’m too sick to! My body hurts.” 

Sighing, Tony placed two more towels over the vomit and already wanted to vomit at the thought of cleaning it up. “Alright. I’ll ask mom to come help you. Go wait in the bathroom.” 

Tony walked back into the bedroom and saw that Peter was still in the same position and wasn’t crying so that was good at least. “Pepper, Morgan needs you to help her shower. Can you go help her?” 

Pepper didn’t even lift her head up. “I can’t. I feel too weak to even get out of bed.” 

“Daddy. Cream.” 

“One second, Peter.” 

Peter started crying. It wasn’t a normal cry, it was the ear piercing, annoying whine cry he did whenever he didn’t immediately get what he wanted. Tony couldn’t listen to it right now so he bent down and lifted Peter into his arms, sitting him on his hip and walking into the bathroom to grab a facecloth. 

“Daddy.” Peter cried against him. 

“I can’t do this all by myself. We have no clean clothes, Pepper.” He walked into the bedroom but she was asleep. “Pepper?” 

Lifting his head up, Peter looked at his mom. “She’s sleeping.” 

Without replying, because Tony simply couldn’t, he just walked out of the bedroom and into Morgan’s bathroom to see the mess she made trying to wash her hair out in the sink. He was so stressed and wanted to cry.

“No. Go in the shower.” He snapped, making both his kids jump and when Morgan started crying, so did Peter. He sighed, bounced Peter a bit and turned the water on in the shower. “Just use the shampoo and quickly wash your hair then I’ll brush it when you get out.” 

“I’m too tired!” She cried, sitting on the toilet seat and refusing to move. 

So Tony went to place Peter on the floor but he screamed and clung on. Now Tony only had one hand to work with. “Come here, Morg.” Tony lifted her vomit soaked shirt off and tossed it on the floor to join the rest of the dirty clothes. 

“Get into the shower now.” 

“Why are you being so mean to me?!” She sat back down on the toilet seat and started sobbing again. 

Peter suddenly stopped crying and Tony looked at him just as he felt a warm substance leak down his forearm and then Peter was sobbing. 

“Eww. He pooped on you, dad!” Morgan pointed out, looking extremely pale at the sight. Or from simply being sick. 

Tony was well aware of that. He looked at Peter, the two of them sharing a look for a few moments then Tony decided to put Peter in the shower since Morgan clearly didn’t want to. He placed his boy on his feet, getting wet from the spray of the water before he had the chance to take it off the hook. 

Peter simply stood there and cried while Tony rinsed his arm off and then looked down at his shirt so he took that off, adding it to the pile. 

“Stand still so I can clean you.” He grabbed body wash and put some on his hand that wasn’t holding the shower handle. “Stop trying to get away. I have to clean you.” 

“You’re hurting him!” Morgan cried with him, watching the scene in front of her unfold. 

“I’m not.” Tony reassured her although from the way Peter was screaming it sure did sound like that. 

Harley must have thought so too because he was opening the bathroom door and walking in. “Dad. My head is killing. Why is there so much crying?” 

“Because Peter shit everywhere and Morgan threw up everywhere. Can you go to the living room and bring up the box of diapers for me?” Tony was so stressed out it was so difficult for him to do anything, never mind take care of his kids, he couldn’t even have a thought for himself. 

Harley pressed a finger to his temple. “Dad. My head is killing.” He turned and walked down the hallway and Tony didn’t know if he was getting the diapers or not. 

He lifted Peter out and wrapped a towel around him, drying a bit too hard between his legs so Peter screamed and fell to the floor. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. Come here.” He forgot for a second how painful his rashes were. “Morgan, your turn. I’m gonna go get Peter dressed and you need to shower.” 

“No!” 

Tony shut the water off and stood up, lifting Peter up with him. “Then don’t. I can’t do this.” 

“Daddy-” 

“Morgan. Shower or don’t. I can’t force you to. I need to put a diaper on your brother. Go change your clothes.” He turned and left, hearing a door slam but he didn’t care. He walked into the living room and saw Aiser at the back door, shaking to come in. “Shit. Shit shit shit.” He raced over and opened up the door, Aiser running in and bringing a bunch of snow with him. 

Usually Peter would have commented on his swearing but he didn’t since he was whining too much. And usually Tony never would have sworn but he wasn’t thinking straight. 

He watched their dog run upstairs and knew he was going to the warmest spot in the house where there was a heater on the wall that was strangely super hot. He grabbed the diaper box and went upstairs, going into his bedroom and laying Peter on the bed, ripping open the box and when he pulled one diaper out, about five came out with it, one slapping Peter in the face that Peter took offense to, crying harder. 

After Tony lathered cream onto him and got a diaper on, he left to go see how Morgan was getting on. She was in her bedroom with her door closed so Tony knocked. “Morgan. Can I come in? Did you change?” 

The door opened and Tony sighed, looking at the mess on the floor. There were clothes and vomit everywhere. “How about we wash your hair in the sink and you come sleep in my bed?” 

“Will he be there?” She pointed behind him and Tony turned, seeing Peter slowly walking over to them then stood against the wall, looking up at his dad with red, watery eyes. 

“Yeah, he’s always there, Morg.” 

“Then I won’t! He’s acting like a baby!” She went to slam the door but Tony put his hand out, stopping her. 

“Hey! He’s not feeling well either. That was very rude of you to say to Peter.” She sniffed. Tony sighed. “Morgan. How about you come to my bed with your brother and I get you both medicine? You’ll feel better.” 

She shook her head. “He’s pooing and I don’t want to get pooped on like you did.” 

Tony wasn’t going to force her but he did need to clean her floor and get her medicine. “Alright. I'm going to go get you medicine so I’ll be back.” 

When he started walking away, Peter stood by her bedroom door, leaning against the frame. “You can come with me.” 

Since Morgan was jealous of the attention her brother was getting from their dad, she didn’t want to see him. “No!” Morgan slammed her bedroom door but Peter’s finger was there and it slammed shut on his finger. 

Peter let out a blood curtailing scream and tried to weakly push the door open with his free hand but he couldn’t. 

Hearing the sound of Peter’s screams had Tony snapping his head back and seeing Peter’s hand in the door so he ran back and forced the door open, grabbing Peter’s hand in his. He hoped it wasn’t broken but judging from the way Peter was screaming, it was. 

Peter looked down at his hand and his crying was so powerful that he actually went silent for a few moments before wailing. Picking him up, Tony carried him into his bedroom and searched for the freaking pacifier to calm him down. 

“I know. I know. It’s okay, it’s okay.” He soothed, flipping pillows and blankets to look for the silicone comfort item. He found it on the floor so Tony picked it up and tried to put it in Peter’s mouth but he was too worked up. “Shh shh. Here, suck on it. You’re okay. Peter, look.” He showed it to him but Peter wasn’t focusing on it, sobbing too aggressively. 

“Tony? What’s going on? What happened?” Pepper barely lifted her head up to ask. 

“Morgan slammed Peter’s finger in her door.” He carried Peter out of the room, feeling his heart racing. He couldn’t do this alone. There was still drying vomit everywhere and he didn’t even have time to put a shirt on or even get Peter dressed in more than just a diaper. 

He walked downstairs, stepping on a random toy and almost dropping Peter while he tried to regain his balance. “Fuck.” 

Tony carried Peter into the kitchen and opened up the freezer, grabbing the ice pack and wrapping a dish towel around it then placing it on Peter’s hand. 

“Noo. Noooo!” Crying, Peter tried to move his hand away so Tony sat him on the kitchen island and held it there. 

“Shhh. I have to. You’re hurt and I need to put ice on it.” Tony kissed his forehead but Peter moved away from him, telling him not to so Tony lifted Peter back into his arms and took him upstairs. He couldn’t do this alone and he needed help. 

So Tony placed Peter on the bed, ignoring the screams that followed as Peter begged to be picked back up. 

Tony grabbed his phone and left the bedroom, going into the living room and waiting for the phone to be answered. 

“Hi Tony. How are you?” 

Tony hated asking for help but he physically and mentally couldn’t do this alone. Especially with Peter needing all of his attention. “Hi Alice. Not so well. Everyone is sick but me. And… I can’t… I need help.” 

“Oh, Tony. You guys left yesterday. What happened?” 

“Well, first Peter had diarrhea on the plane back. And now he can’t keep anything down and is a stage ten clinger. Morgan is throwing up, Harley is throwing up, and Pepper is throwing up and can’t even get out of bed so I am doing this all alone and I need help.” 

“I can come help you, Tony. I’d love to be able to help you.” 

Tony let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I-” 

“Daddy!” Peter cried as he came down the stairs. “Where are you?!” 

Tony sighed. “I’m in the family room.” 

Peter came into the room crying and holding two pacifiers, one in each hand. He ran over to Tony, wiping his snot on Tony’s bare skin and climbing onto his lap. 

Tony automatically placed his hand underneath Peter’s butt and felt that his diaper was full with more than just pee. He sat up a bit and moved his hand. “Peter. Did you have diarrhea again?” He asked as he pulled the back to check, confirming he was right. “Okay. Yep. Alice, I have to go. Peter just had another episode of diarrhea. After I just changed him.” 

“It’ll just be me coming there but I’m getting on the next flight. I’ll be there in about seven hours.” 

Tony now just had to make it seven hours by himself. 

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“I don’t know what you want.” He sat down on the couch with Peter sitting on his lap, facing him and crying. Tony just watched him. Peter hadn’t slept since… Tony didn’t even remember when. 

Peter just cried and looked at him, rubbing at his eyes and crying harder. 

Tony was so tired of listening to the crying but he was so used to it by now. Although his head was killing him. He grabbed the pacifier from the couch and pushed it past Peter’s lips. “Better?” 

The crying stopped like a button going off and Tony’s ears got a break. He sighed and heard the doorbell ring so he grabbed his phone to check the camera, seeing that it was Alice. 

Thank god. 

He flipped his phone so Peter could see. “Who's at the door?” 

“Mm.” 

Tony stood up, placing Peter on his hip. “Exactly.” 

He opened the door and stepped aside so Alice could come in then he shut the door behind him, locking it and pulling her in for a one armed hug. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it, Alice.” 

“Anything for you.” She cooed at Peter, rubbing his thigh. “And how are you feeling? Yucky?” 

Peter turned his head away, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck. 

“He’s cranky. He’s tired but won’t sleep. Morgan is asleep in Peter’s bed because her room is disgusting. Harley is in his room and Pepper is sleeping in our room.” He stepped over a pile of clothes and walked into the kitchen. “I haven’t got started on the laundry but I really need to. We have no clean clothes.” 

“Is that why my grand baby isn’t wearing anything and is shivering?” 

Tony looked at Peter. “He’s not shivering. He’s actually sweaty and I-” 

Peter started crying again and Tony had felt why he was crying so he sighed. This just happened. He had just changed him not even an hour before. “He just had another blowout.” He looked down, cringing at it running up Peter’s lower back. “I need to go change him.” 

“I can do it, Tony. You go take a break.” She ran her fingers through Peter’s curls but he moved away, crying harder into Tony’s ear. 

“Are you sure?” Normally Tony would do it, but he needed to have a minute to breath by himself and go give Morgan more medicine while also checking up on everyone else. 

“That’s why I’m here. Go wash up. I have him.” 

He walked into the living room and laid Peter on the towel he had laid out. “Okay. Everything you need is here.” 

“Daddy! No!” Cried Peter, reaching up for him. He rolled onto his stomach to push himself up, the pacifier falling out of his mouth so Tony bent down to flip him back into his back and push the pacifier past his lips. “Daddy! Stay! You do it.” 

“Daddy needs to go check on Morgan. I’ll be back. Grandma will stay with you.” Tony left before Peter could talk him into staying and he only heard the crying get more desperate as he walked away. 

Sitting on her knees, Alice opened the package of wipes and untapped the sides of the diaper, taking it out from underneath his bottom. “Sweet boy. Don’t be sad, your dad will be back.” 

Once Peter realized his dad wasn’t coming back for him, he grabbed onto the pacifier to chew on it instead, trying to calm down. “Dadadada!” 

“He’s coming back. Can you lift your legs up so I can wipe?” Alice asked him but Peter either wasn’t listening or wasn’t going to make this any easier for her so she tried her best to wipe him clean although the skin was raw and broken, so Peter screamed, wanting to get away. 

“No more.” He held a hand up, wanting her to stop. 

“Honey. If I don’t, it’ll just get worse.” 

Staring at the ceiling, Peter sobbed. 

“Daddy?!” 

“He’s coming back. Can you lift your legs?” 

Peter rolled onto his stomach, wanting this to be over. He wanted his dad. “Daddy?!” 

“Peter, please, honey. I’m trying to help you. If you let me put cream on, you’ll feel a lot better. Can you lie back down?” Alice pulled his ankle but Peter pulled it back and stood up, running to the bottom of the stairs and was about to go look for his dad but Tony walked down the stairs, holding two laundry baskets. 

“Dada!” 

“Peter, I was just upstairs. Why aren’t you letting grandma change you?” He walked past him, dropping both laundry baskets on the ground. “Lie back down so grandma can finish.” 

“No. You.” 

“He won’t let me put cream on him, Tony. He won’t stay still.” Alice sighed, already exhausted and she hadn’t even been there for twenty minutes. 

Tony grabbed the cream and Peter’s arm. “Lie down.” Peter shook his head, looking at Tony with red, watery eyes. Tony stuck his finger into the cream and sat on the couch, applying it onto him and holding him still with one hand holding his arm. “Turn around. Let me put it on your bum now.” 

“No.” 

Tony turned him around but Peter threw himself onto the floor so he used that position to apply the cream onto his sore bottom and grabbed a diaper, using it to wipe the cream off his fingers then getting it fastened onto Peter and sighing, looking at Alice. 

Now she knew what it was like. 

“His rash is really bad, Tony. The skin is broken.” 

“I know. It was bad before. Now it’s getting worse.” He stood up, lifting Peter up when his tiny arms went up, demanding to be picked up. “I think I need to take him to his pediatrician to take a look at it.” 

“You can send a picture of it to her. Then you don’t have to take him in.” 

Tony hoisted Peter up higher and grabbed a bottle from the cabinet to shut him up. 

“No. I want to take him so she can take a look in person and to see why he can’t keep anything down.” He screwed the lid on and pushed it past Peter’s lips. “Drink. No more crying.” 

At first Peter didn’t want it but he took it after and laid his head on his dad’s shoulder. 

“How about you feed him. I’m going to go upstairs and get started on laundry.” 

“Thank you. I brought our suitcases upstairs but they’re all dirty. All the clothes and towels in the hallway are dirty too. I’m going to feed him and relax with him for a bit.” 

Tony appreciated Alice so much. She was willing to drop everything to come and help him, even though that included vomit, dirty laundry, and endless diaper changes. 

He took a seat on the single couch with Peter, rearranging him so that he was cradled in his arms. “I love you.” He didn’t plan to say that but looking at Peter, even though he was raising all hell, Tony loved him endlessly. 

Peter didn’t say anything, just staring up at him as he drank, his eyes still red and watery. 

“I want you to feel better, baby. Daddy doesn’t like it when you’re sick.” 

“Me neither.” 

Tony laid his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes and trying not to fall asleep but he was so tired and holding Peter in his arms who wasn’t even crying… it was almost perfect. 

Then Peter was smacking him on the side of the head with a bottle and Tony snapped his eyes open, looking down at him. “What was that for?” 

Then Peter started crying and Tony sighed. It was nice while it lasted. 

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He finally put Peter down to sleep but in his own bed. 

Alice, the saint that she was, cleaned up all the vomit on the floor and in Morgan’s bedroom and bathroom got disinfected so Morgan could sleep in there. 

Tony shut Peter’s bedroom door and turned the baby monitor on to be able to keep his eye on him. Alice was walking out of Morgan’s bedroom at the same time. 

“He’s finally asleep.” He whispered with a relieved sigh. 

“Morgan is too. Although she was already sleeping when I went in to get the last of her laundry.” 

“Thank you so much, Alice. I don’t even remember the last time Peter slept in his own bed by himself.” He said as they walked down the hallway together and into the laundry room so Tony could fold and she could add another load in. 

“Was this before he was…” 

Tony looked at her. “Kidnapped? You can say it. Actually his therapist says that we should be saying it so he knows it’s okay to talk about.” 

“Okay. Kidnapped.” 

He folded one of Peter’s t-shirts. “No. Not alone at least. I slept with him and even then, he refused to sleep.” He chuckled at the memory even though it wasn’t very funny. Then at least. “He used to stare at the ceiling and I’d cover his hand over his eyes so he had to close them. It was cute. Well… now. I wanted to bang my head against the wall then.” 

“You love it.” 

Tony smiled while shaking his head. “What part exactly?” 

“Him needing you. You babying him.” 

“I don’t… baby him. I treat him exactly how he acts.” 

“But he acts that way because you baby him.” 

He scrunched nose up, looking at her. “No… he acts that way of Steve. Steve… he…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I… look,” 

“Tony.” Placing her hand on Tony’s, Alice tried to calm him down. “Don’t get yourself worked up. Peter’s Just down the hallway.” 

Tony knew that. He looked at the monitor and saw Peter in the same position he left him, sleeping on his stomach with his thumb in his mouth and his face pointed straight at the camera. 

Alice smiled but there was concern in it. “Does he know you’re watching him?” 

“I never told him. I’m also not keeping it from him. It’s just for my peace of mind. And to make sure… you know, he doesn’t choke on his milk in his sleep or something.” 

Alice didn’t laugh at him for that fear. She knew how Tony was. He feared Peter would die on him randomly or go missing again. It wasn’t any way to live and she agreed that Tony should get some help, like Pepper suggested. 

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think it would be really beneficial for you to start seeing a therapist, Tony.” 

Tony didn’t want to. Not because he was scared but because he was fine. He knew his thoughts, fears and separation anxiety from Peter was a reasonable response to what happened to them. “I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to some shrink about how I feel. I feel fine.” 

“Tony, are you going to be so addicted to Peter when he’s Harley’s age? Twenty five? Thirty?” Alice pointed out so Tony narrowed his eyes at her. 

“I’m not addicted to him like he’s some drug I’m so dependent on…” Okay. Now that he said that, he was starting to think that it was exactly like that. He sighed and put the laundry bin on the floor and turned to leave. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. “I’m fine, Alice.” 

He walked downstairs and went straight for the kitchen to make himself a coffee that he hoped he actually got the time to drink hot. 

Why would she say that? 

As if he isn’t struggling enough with Peter, Alice had to go and point out a fear of his like it was nothing. 

It was an extremely sensitive topic for him and it definitely didn’t help that she spoke about it like it wasn’t going to give him a panic attack and the thought alone of Peter growing up. 

He ran his hand through his hair and watched the coffee machine drip the brown liquid into the mug. 

“Tony. I really didn’t mean to upset you. That was never my intention. I want you to be okay. I love you.” 

“I get your concern but I’m fine. Peter’s the one who you should be worried about.” 

“Because he isn't okay?” 

Tony paused to think about that. 

“He was kidnapped by a man who lied to him and pretended to be his father. Then, as soon as he was starting to heal, he was kidnapped again and four fucking years of progress was thrown down the drain in four days.” He whipped around to look at her. “Peter will never be okay. I know that.” 

“So that means you’ll never be okay.” 

He scuffed. “I lost seven years of my child’s life that I’ll never get back. So fucking excuse me if I want to try and keep him as young as possible for as long as possible.” 

Alice nodded along to what he was saying. “Is that why you aren’t pushing to drop the bottles and are keeping him in diapers? Because you can’t let go.” 

“Don’t act like he doesn’t want to wear them or have a bottle. I…” He sighed. He felt like Peter who couldn’t get his point across them bit someone out of frustration. “If he didn’t want to wear diapers and wasn’t peeing himself and if he didn’t want a bottle, I’d happily take them away from him. If you haven’t noticed, it’s quite demanding.” 

“I think a better word is reluctantly.” 

He turned to grab his coffee and took a big sip even though it burned his throat. 

“Point is, he’s struggling and I’m worried that he doesn’t fully understand what was done to him and how unfair it is.” He turned back to face her. “He’s so young. He… his brain isn’t able to fully grasp what happened to him yet. Not really. So I’m worried that when he gets older and his brain matures, he’ll realize what Steve did to him. And only him. He’ll see his siblings living a normal life and all the other boys his age and he’ll always have this trauma that he has to live with and it isn’t fair. It isn’t fucking fair.” 

He tried not to start crying but he was already over tired and feeling really emotional to begin with. 

“I mean, he’s so perfect. Even after everything he’s been through, he’s not letting that hold him back. I mean, besides for the hitting and biting, he has such a kind heart and is the first to ask why you’re upset if he sees that you are.” 

“Are you scared that someone will take advantage of that?” 

“Of course. But that’s every parent's fear. I’m scared that he'll never learn how to self soothe and one day when he’s twenty five, it won’t be bottles and pacifiers he’ll turn to but rather drugs and alcohol. I’ve always been worried about that.” 

“So that’s why it’s important to teach him how to self soothe now that he’s young so he knows how in the future.” 

Tony turned to snap at her. “Don’t you think I would if I could? I don’t know how. I’ve never done this before.” 

“What part?” 

Tony was so overwhelmed and he hated how he was crying. “I never potty trained Peter. I never weaned him from from a bottle. He was never weaned from a bottle so this is all so new for both of us.” 

Alice was the one who helped potty train both their other kids. Tony played zero role in potty training Morgan. One time he saw her and she was in diapers and then he left for awhile and when he returned, she was wearing underwear and speaking in full sentences. 

He’s never done this before. And he was scared to let go. 

“It’s not like-” 

“He’s awake.” Tony grabbed the monitor once he heard the crying and he raced upstairs, opening up Peter’s bedroom door and lifting him off the bed when Peter lifted his arms up for him. “I’m here. What happened? Did you have a bad dream?” 

Peter looked around the room, seeming to be searching for something as he cried and that’s when Tony knew he had a dream about Steve. “You’re okay. Do you want to talk about it?” 

Instead of replying, Peter had a complete blow out in his arms, it getting on Tony’s forearm and shirt. Nice. Peter started crying harder and Tony wanted to cry with him. “Shh shh. Let’s get you changed. Did you want to talk about your dream?” 

Peter didn’t respond, still waking up a bit or maybe he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. 

Tony carried him into the bathroom to grab the supplies but there weren’t any in there and he didn’t want to get them from his bedroom and wake Pepper up with the crying so Tony carried him downstairs and laid him on the living room carpet on top of a towel. 

“I want a pillow.” Peter cried, reaching for one. 

“You aren’t going to sleep here. I’m just changing your diaper.” 

Peter tried to roll away so Tony grabbed his hips. “Just… please stop.” 

“I don’t want you to!” He cried. 

“Do you want grandma to?” 

Peter cried harder. “No! I wan’ no one to!” 

“Well, somebody’s gotta. And it’s going to be me so stay still.” He pulled out a bunch of wipes to get ready and then opened it up, already cringing at the mess he had to clean up. 

As soon as he pushed Peter’s legs apart and started wiping, Peter screamed. “I don’ want you to.” 

“I’m trying to be quick, baby. Do you want milk?” 

Peter tried to sit up but Tony gently pushed him back down and grabbed a pillow for him to lie on like Peter asked for. “Do you want milk-” 

“No!” 

“Okay.” Tony tried to be as gentle as possible but his skin was broken and raw and when he had to wipe over a rather painful spot, Peter arched his back and cried, trying to get away. “I know. I know. I’m almost done.” 

“You keep saying that! But you aren’t!” Peter managed to roll onto his back so Tony had to stop. 

“Do you want to stand up then?” 

“No!” 

“Then you have to lie down. I’m almost done, baby. Then I’ll put cream on you.” 

Peter laid back down even though he started crying. “Nooo! Then it’ll hurt again!” 

“Do you want to sit on the toilet when you need to go? Then it won’t go everywhere.” Tony tried because then he didn’t have to clean it up every time. 

“I don’ wan’ to!” 

Tony sighed but finished up and put cream onto him then secured a diaper around his waist and stood up to go wash his hands. “I’m going to call his doctor now. He’s not keeping any food down and this is too much now.” 

Alice grabbed the milk out of the fridge when Tony grabbed a bottle. “I think it’ll help if you don’t run to him every time he cries. You know, it helps to teach him how to self soothe if he’s actually given the chance, Tony.” 

Tony didn’t want to talk about this right now. “No, because if he’s not feeling well, then I want to be there for him.” 

“But even when he is feeling well. He demands you to be there for him and you are.” 

“So?” He closed the lid on the bottle. “If he needs me to be there for him, then I will. Besides, it’s easier than having to deal with the crying.” 

He didn’t want to talk about this now. Or ever. So he walked into the living room and handed Peter his bottle. “I need to go make a call. Can you stay and watch tv?” 

“No.” 

“Peter. I’ll be quick.” Tony grabbed the remote and turned on Disney Plus for him. “What do you want to watch?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Then I’ll find something for you. He put on a random movie with a dinosaur and kissed Peter’s head then left, not missing the moody look he was given. 

Alice took over for him so Peter didn’t chase after him. “What are you watching?” 

“I dunno.” 

“Does your privates still hurt? Or does the cream daddy put on help?” 

Peter turned away from her and crawled to the other side of the couch. “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“That’s not very nice, Peter. I’m here to help you and make you feel better.” 

Peter turned to her and gave her a dirty look then fully turned to face away from her after screaming no at her. 

“I’m going to be telling your dad about this.” 

Peter didn’t care. 

He faced the wall, looking at a family picture on it. It was taken a few months after he came home to his family and he remembered that day so clearly. He was still getting to know everyone but he was comfortable enough with all of them, especially Tony who he was clinging onto in the picture. 

Peter looked away. 

He shouldn’t have to have even felt like a stranger with his family to begin with. 

That wasn’t fair. 

He picked up a pillow and threw it across the room then he grabbed his bottle and threw that too but then he immediately felt bad. His bottle was always there for him to give him comfort and he just threw it. He started crying and turned to his grandma. 

“I wan’ daddy!” He sobbed. 

“Daddy will be here soon. He’s just on the phone.” 

Peter cried even harder and didn’t let his grandma comfort him. He just wanted Tony. 

When Tony finally emerged from the hallway, he immediately went for Peter and lifted him up. As he rocked him side to side, he told Alice about the call. “So his doctor says she will take a look at him and Morgan today at seven. So I’m going to take them both for the doctor's appointment and hopefully get some medication.” 

“Do you want me to come?” 

Tony would appreciate the help. “Yeah. That would be a lot less stressful for me.” 

He pressed a kiss to Peter’s hairline and walked over to his thrown bottle on the floor. “What happened here?” He picked it up, wiping the droplets of milk with his sock. Dad life. “Do you want this?” 

Peter grabbed it from him and cried on his shoulder, right in his ear. 

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Tony wanted to leave the house at 6pm but they didn’t manage to actually get in the car and leave until 6:30 and Tony couldn’t have done it without Alice helping him out. 

Morgan fell asleep on the way there and Peter whined, wanting out of his car seat and to be held but even if Tony wasn’t the one driving, he couldn’t do that. 

When they got to the doctors office, Tony unbuckled Peter from his car seat and swung him onto his hip while Alice woke Morgan up. “Maybe since she’s sleeping you can carry Morgan and let Peter walk?” She suggested. 

“He won’t let me put him down.” Tony tried and Peter screamed so he placed him back on his hip and pushed his bottle into his mouth. “Shh. Drink your milk.” 

“Mmm. Where’re we?” Morgan slurred and looked around as she stumbled out of the van. 

Tony hoisted Peter up higher. “Oh. Can you hand me the diaper bag?” 

“What floor are we on?” She asked, looking at the floors and doctors but Tony already knew where to go. He swung the diaper bag over his other shoulder and pressed floor six. “We’re ten minutes late. I hope we can get in quickly because I don’t want to keep them out long.” He pulled Morgan against his side when she leaned against him. 

“Mm. Daddy.” 

“We’re at the doctors now. She’ll take a look at you two and help.” Tony hoisted Peter up higher and went to check in at the front desk. “Hi I’m here for my seven o’clock appointment for Peter and Morgan Stark.” 

The woman gave Tony a kind smile. “Of course. Let me check you in.” 

As she was typing away on the computer, Peter lifted his head up and wiggled in his arms. Thinking he wanted to be put down, Tony placed him on his feet but Peter started crying, gaining the attention of the three people in the waiting room. 

Tony lifted him back up just as Peter had another accident in his diaper. Tony put him back on his feet. “Okay. One second, Peter.” 

“Can you just sign them in here, please. Their doctor will be ready to see Morgan first.” 

Tony signed them in and picked up the diaper bag from the floor grabbing Peter’s hand and walking over to Alice and Morgan. “I need to go change him but Morgan’s appointment is first so can you go in with her if they call and we’re not out yet?” 

“I’ve got it, Tony. You go.” 

“Thanks. Come, baby.” He took Peter’s hand and led him into the bathroom down the hallway, locking the door behind him and grabbing the mat from the bag and laying it over the changing table. 

“No wipes.” Peter watched his dad pull out a diaper and Vaseline and then wipes. “No wipes.” He started crying, almost falling over when Tony pulled his track pants down then lifted him onto the table. “No wipes.” He repeated, holding his hand up. 

Tony didn’t respond because Peter wouldn’t like his response. He pulled the diaper off of him, rolling it up and tossing it in the garbage. “Keep your legs up.” 

“No wipes.” 

Tony grabbed the wipes and pulled a bunch out. “I’ll be gentle.” 

“Noooo.” Peter cried, putting his legs down so Tony pushed them against his chest a bit too forcefully. “Owwowww.” 

“I’m sorry. Can you hold them open?” 

Peter didn’t respond or comply so Tony was left to just do it himself, his heart breaking at Peter’s cries. 

He finished the painful process and applied a bit of Vaseline just to help with the pain but so that his doctor could still see the rash and give them something to help with it. 

After they were done, Tony lifted Peter onto his feet and pulled his track pants back up. “I know. I know. It’s over now. No more tears.” He got everything cleaned up and packed away then after washing his hands, he took Peter out and went to the waiting room. 

He pulled Peter on his lap and bounced his leg up and down. “Shhh shhh want milk?” 

“No.” He shook his head against him and tried to move so the padding wasn’t rubbing against his rash. “Why’re we here?” 

“We’re at the doctors, baby. She’s going to look at your rashes and see why you can’t keep any food down.” 

Peter looked around the room, making eye contact with an older man with no hair and an older woman beside him who looked like she had been sneezing for days straight judging by her red nose. 

Peter turned his face to hide it in his fathers neck. “My front hurts.” 

“I know. We’ll see the doctor soon. Then she’ll give us special cream that will help.” Tony kissed his temple. “Are you sure you don’t want milk?” 

“Yeah.” Lifting his head up, Peter took it from his dad’s hands and put it in his mouth, leaning back to drink it. He tugged on the front of his track pants, trying to stop the rubbing against his sore skin. “Mm.” 

“What?” Tony could tell he was in pain but he didn’t know what to do about it so he just loosened one of the diaper straps so it wasn't as tight. 

“Peter Stark.” 

Tony stood up. Finally. 

“Just the room at the end of the hallway there.” 

Tony carried Peter into it, shutting the door behind them and laying Peter on the doctor exam bed, standing over him. “I’m gonna take your pants off.” He simply pulled them off since he wasn’t wearing any shoes then Tony took the bottle when Peter gave it to him. 

“Want me to-” 

The door opened and their doctor walked in, smiling gently at both of them. “Hello Peter. How are you today?” 

Peter didn’t respond, like he always did, so Tony was already prepared to respond for him. “Not too well considering everything. He has a really bad diaper rash. The skin is all broken and he can’t keep any food down. He keeps having diarrhea so that definitely doesn’t help with his rash.” 

His pediatrician opened up Peter’s file on her computer then grabbed gloves and put them on. “How long has he been having diarrhea for?” 

“About three days now. It’s constant. I’m changing his diaper about three times an hour and he’s crying because his skin is so raw and painful.” Tony explained as he ran his fingers through Peter’s curls. 

“What has he been eating?” 

Tony was a bit ashamed. “Apple sauce mostly. Some crackers. I made him soup but he took only two bites. And milk. A lot of milk.” He gestured to the bottle in his hand. 

She nodded and placed her hand on Peter’s shirt to lift it up. “I’m just going to press against your stomach, Peter.” 

Tony watched her. It didn’t look like it hurt Peter at all so he took that as a plus. 

After she was done, Peter reached for his bottle so Tony handed it to him. “It’s okay, bubs.” 

“Is he complaining of any stomach aches, pain when he poops?” 

“Only pain when I change him. But he says his stomach feels weird. About a week ago he didn’t poo for five days so I put a suppository in him. And he went and hour later. Is this because of that?” 

“No. It’s not. Don’t worry about that, Mr. Stark.” She grabbed a popsicle stick and held it up for Peter to see. “Can I take a look inside your mouth, Peter?” 

Peter just looked at her so Tony had to gently pull the bottle out of his mouth. “The doctor will be quick then you can have your milk again.” 

Reluctantly, Peter opened his mouth and did what he was told, thinking about the time he got an actual popsicle after he left the doctors so he hoped he got some sort of reward this time too. 

Once the doctor was done, Peter reached for his bottle again and sighed. 

“Can I take off your diaper, Peter, so I can see your rashes?” 

Peter nodded, watching her carefully. 

She untapped the sides and pulled the front down gently and not having it on him felt good so he hoped he didn’t have to put it on himself again to go home. 

“Can you put your feet up and apart, Peter?” 

Peter didn’t know what she meant so Tony did it for him. “Like this, bud.” 

“Alright. And how long has he had these rashes for?” 

“He’s had really sore and red rashes for… about a month. But these rashes came about four days ago. It’s from all the wiping. I change him right after he has diarrhea.” 

“Okay.” The doctor looked at them and moved Peter’s legs a bit when he moved them. “Alright. So Peter has a yeast infection diaper rash.” 

“A yeast infection? He does?” 

“Yes. It’s why normal diaper rash cream isn’t helping.” 

“So what do I do?” Tony felt so bad. He should have taken him to the doctors sooner. It was no wonder Peter was in so much pain. 

“I’m going to prescribe a special ointment that will help. If you can, try to let the area breathe by taking his diaper off.” 

Tony nodded. He couldn’t do that. “We’re working on it. He’s having day time accidents and we don’t know why.” 

“It’s not physical which means he’s okay down there but you should try to encourage him back into underwear before this becomes the norm for him then he has to re-train his bladder.” 

Tony nodded and ran his fingers through Peter’s curls. “We’re trying.” 

Giving a warm smile, the doctor walked over to the shelf. “I’m just going to take his temperature and then I’m going to get his ointment ready for him.” She pulled out a rectal thermometer and Tony cringed for Peter. He wanted to argue on Peter’s behalf but knew it would give the best reading so he grabbed Peter’s hand. 

“How long until it beeps?” Tony asked, wanting to know beforehand. 

“One minute.” She grabbed Vaseline from the cabinet and dipped it in then explained to Peter. “Peter, I’m going to take your temperature from your bottom. I just put this end in and wait until it beeps then I can make sure you don’t have a fever to rule out any tummy infections.” 

Peter looked at what was in her hand and tried to sit up. “No. Daddy.” 

“Shhh. How about I tell you about the first thing we’re going to do once everyone is feeling better?” He leaned down to press a kiss on Peter’s forehead but Peter looked back at the doctor. 

“It’ll hurt?” 

“Not at all. It’ll just feel a little odd but it’s only for a minute and then you can go home.” She lined it up but waited for Tony to calm the boy down first. 

Tony kissed him again. “I was thinking that we could buy a hot tub. Wouldn’t that be so much fun?” 

Peter nodded so Tony looked at the doctor, letting her know she could insert it. Peter gasped and turned to his dad so Tony continued. 

“We could even place it so close to the back door so we don’t even have to go far in our bathing suits in the cold.” He ran his fingers through his curls. “And maybe we can even get matching bathing suits. Wouldn’t that be funny?” 

“Uh huh.” 

Tony kissed his cheek. “What colour do you want?” 

“Uh… maybe… red?” 

The thermometer beeped so the doctor pulled it out causing Peter to gasp at the feeling again so Tony shushed him and the doctor checked the temperature. “99.3. Not too high but now low either. I just want to weigh him before you leave here. I do want to keep track of his weight.” 

Tony sat up a bit straighter. Knowing Peter’s weight always gave him so much anxiety, especially when his doctor was concerned about it. “How much should he weigh at his age and size?” 

“Let’s get him weighed first and then we can discuss it. Can you take off your shirt, Peter and come step up on the scale.” She took off her gloves and walked to stand beside it while Tony lifted Peter off the bed and pulled his top off along with him. 

He stood on the scale, watching the block move across it. “I weigh two hundred pounds.” 

Tony didn’t laugh. He was so worried. He knew how tiny Peter was, especially since he wasn’t keeping any food down these last few days. 

“All done. Thank you, Peter.” 

Peter got off and climbed back onto the bed where Tony put the diaper back on him, just in case. 

Tony was so nervous. He sat down and waited anxiously for the doctor to start speaking. 

“So Peter weighs eighty seven pounds right now. I am a bit concerned about his weight, Tony.” 

Tony put his head in his hand that wasn’t touching Peter. He nodded. “I know. I know.” 

“I know you’re feeding him. But does he not eat at meal times? What is it? I know that he’s always been small for his age and probably always will be, that plays a huge role too. He is a healthy boy but he needs to put some weight on.” 

Tony lifted his head up. “Yeah… um… his mom and I struggle with him. A lot. He Uh, he won’t eat. Then… just wants milk.” 

She nodded, listening to him. “It’s not breast milk so he isn’t getting the nutrition he needs. You can try to give him nutriments instead of cows milk.” 

Peter rolled onto his stomach and see his dad’s sad face so he reached out to touch his hair. “Don’t be sad, daddy.” 

“I’m fine, baby.” Tony forced a smile at him. “But yeah, I can do that.” He paused. “Does this have an effect on how he hasn’t started puberty yet?” 

“Not necessarily. Every child starts puberty at their own time. His body just isn’t ready yet. I’m not worried about that. But I am worried about his weight, Tony. I need him to weigh more than Morgan.” 

Tony nodded. “I know. I… how much does she weigh?” 

“Ninety three pounds.” 

Tony nodded. Okay. Okay. He was trying to not freak out. “He lost weight.” He admitted quietly. 

“He did. But you’re going to get his weight back up.” She gently patted Peter’s thigh and rolled her chair over to the computer. “He just has a stomach bug. Nothing to be worried about. If he continues having diarrhea by Friday, bring him in again. As for the rash, I’m going to give you some medicine to pick up.” 

Tony grabbed Peter’s shirt and got it on him then held his pants out for him. “Thank you for everything. How long will it take for his rash to go away?” 

“A bit longer because you’re constantly having to wipe the area clean. Around seven to ten days. If it gets worse, come see me. Bye, Peter. I hope you feel better soon.” 

Tony put a guiding hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Can you say thank you, Pete?” 

Peter smiled weakly then lifted his arms up for Tony. “Mmm. Up.” 

Picking him up, Tony carried him into the waiting room where he found Morgan asleep on the chair with Alice rubbing her back. “Ready to go?” 

Morgan immediately opened her eyes and stood up, stumbling. “Can you carry me, dad?” 

“Pete, can you walk to the car so I can carry your sister?” Tony looked at the boy who made a sound of protest so Tony placed him on his feet, causing Peter to throw himself to the ground and scream. Loudly. 

“Peter. Stop this. Okay, come here.” He had to lift Peter back up, setting him on his hip and squeezing his cheeks together so Peter was forced to look at him. “I don’t like this behaviour.” 

Whining, Peter moved his head away, hitting Tony’s arm so Tony placed him on his feet and bent down to be at his height level. “You do not hit me. Do you want to go on timeout at home?” 

“No!” 

“Then watch your attitude.” He stood up fully and lifted Peter up to walk into the elevator so they could go but apparently Peter didn’t want to be in his arms anymore so he began wiggling to be put down. 

Since Peter didn’t want to be carried, Tony picked Morgan up to carry her instead and Peter saw that and fell to the ground, crying. 

All Tony could do was sigh. 

Why. 

Just why. 

“Peter. Stand up.” 

Alice pulled Peter into a standing position. “Honey. You’re tired. Let’s go home.” 

Peter went deadweight and although Alice could lift him up, she couldn’t carry him with the way he was kicking and squirming around. “Tony. Can you take him?” 

Sighing again, Tony put Morgan on her feet and walked over to Peter, standing him on his feet but Peter threw himself down again. “No! Stand up, Peter Stark. I am not happy with you.” He used his firm voice that he rarely ever used but his kids knew that when he did use it, they better start listening. 

Peter sucked in a shaky breath and pointed at Morgan. “She-she-she tryna take you from me!” He cried. 

“Your sister isn’t feeling well. I am not happy with your behaviour. Stand up. Stop crying and walk to the car.” 

“Carry me!” 

“No more naughty behaviour.” 

Peter nodded and wiped his tears. Once he was in his dad's arms, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and tried to calm himself down but by the time they got to the van, he was still feeling emotional. “Daddy. Paci.” 

Tony grabbed one from the floor, wiped it off and pushed it past Peter’s lips. “Better?” 

“Mm.” 

Tony was so tired. He just wanted to pick up the rash cream and go home to sleep. 

Thankfully the car ride there was silent. 

Tony enjoyed no crying or demands of him. 

“What did she say about Morgan?” 

“She said she needs more liquid to drink and that it’s a stomach bug. Just lots of rest and children’s Tylenol. How did Peter’s go?” 

Tony ran a hand through his hair. “Not well. He uh, he has a yeast diaper rash infection. Something like that. And he’s underweight. Again. His doctor is worried.” 

“So we’ll get his weight up. I’ll stay longer if you need me to.” 

Tony looked in the rearview mirror at Peter. The street lights were shining on his face, lighting it up as he looked outside the window. Tony watched the pacifier bob up and down in his mouth and he sighed, focusing back on the road. He wished he could do more to help out and do something more about his self soothing habits. 

He pulled into the parking lot and put the car in park but kept it running to keep the heat on. “I’ll be back.” He opened the car door, shutting in behind him and heard Peter start crying. He turned back to tell him where he was going but he knew it would only make it worse so he continued walking. 

Peter knew he was being bad. He knew it. But it wasn’t like he could stop it. He didn’t think about what he did when he did something rather… bad. Like hitting. 

But his dad was leaving him probably because he was sick and tired of him. 

And now his pacifier was on the floor of the car and he didn’t have anything to comfort himself so he tried to unbuckle his buckles. “Daddy! Daddy!” 

“Sweetie, he’s coming back. He’s going to get your medicine. Please don’t cry, honey.” 

Peter threw his head back, sobbing hard. 

He didn’t stop crying until Tony came back and opened the back door. “What’s going on? Shhh. Shhh I’m here. You’re okay.” He picked up the pacifier from the ground and handed it to him but Peter was only interested in being held. 

Needless to say, it was a loud car ride back home. 

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Tony smiled at Pepper walking downstairs, her hair in an extremely messy bun and a bathrobe wrapped around her. She smiled at them. “Hi.” 

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Tony patted Peter’s head and he turned to look up at his mom, lifting his arms up to her so Tony bounced him a bit. “No, mommy still needs rest.” 

Putting his arms back down, Peter stuck his thumb back in his mouth and focused back on the tv. 

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked and Pepper sat down on the same couch as them but not close enough so Tony could touch her. “Come on. I don’t bite.” 

She smiled. “No. I don’t want to get you guys sick.” 

“Oh. Don’t worry. I’ve been dealing with diarrhea blowouts and vomit for the past 48 hours. I’m immune now.” He chuckled. “I was holding Peter naked and it literally went all over my arm and down my stomach.” 

“Tony.” Pepper placed a hand over her mouth. “Please don’t.” 

“Sorry.” He patted Peter’s thankfully patted bottom. “I took the little ones to the doctors. Pete has a yeast infection. That’s why his rash was getting so bad. So I got medicine for that. And both him and Morgan just have a stomach bug. Although it’s just coming out different ends. And Peter is underweight. His doctor is concerned. So I bought a bunch of nutriment milk for him.” He picked up the empty bottle that Peter already drank. “He likes it.” 

“How is his rash?” 

“Still bad.” Tony grabbed his phone to pull up the picture he took this morning. “Look at it.” 

“Aww, poor baby. Is the medicine helping? What is it? Cream?” 

Tony took his phone back from her, pulling it out of Peter’s hands when he tried to grab it. “Yeah, it’s like this thick white cream. I was worried it would sting him so I applied it on and literally sat there with him for like thirty minutes just in case it started hurting him.” He missed talking to Pepper. He really took it for granted just how close they were as mother and father. They were best friends before that and Tony was so grateful he married his best friend. Even if Peter was now his best friend. 

“I’m glad, Tony. I’m just going to rest my eyes for a bit.” 

Tony grabbed the remote and turned the lights down a bit then got more comfortable with Peter on the couch. 

Alice was doing some house chores and told Tony to rest with Peter. Both because he needed the rest and because Peter wouldn’t rest without him there to cuddle with. 

So Tony took that as an advantage. 

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Things were looking up. 

Peter wasn’t having blowout after blowout and was actually able to keep food down. Pepper showered and was insisting she cook up some lunch which meant she was feeling a lot better. 

Even Morgan and Harley were starting to feel better and hang out in the living room with everyone else instead of sleeping in their rooms. Tony was happy to see it, especially Peter because he knew with each diaper change, it caused lots of rashes and pain. 

And he was actually sleeping without demanding Tony to be under him while he slept. 

Things were good. 

Until the next day Tony woke up and immediately went to throw up in the toilet. 

So now he was sick and everyone else was feeling better. 

Although Peter still insisted he be around Tony 24/7 which was rough. Thankfully though, Peter stayed quiet and played in the room while Tony slept. 

Tony had zero personal space or alone time but he was used to that by now.