New Rattle
Thor doesn’t usually stay in the tower for more than a few days, but it’s been almost a month now and the God is still living with Tony. Tony himself has no problem, because he understands the situation his friend is in – all his family dead, his home destroyed. The only problem he does find is that his son is oddly fascinated by the god, to the point he gets excited to see him when they enter a room.
Of course, Tony is still his very favorite person in the world, and he lets his father know everyday by crying the second he steps out of his sight.
But sometimes, when they’re together and Tony has been with Peter all day long, the baby will crawl towards Thor, until he looks like a baby bean in the hands of a giant. That’s exactly what’s happening right now. And even if he doesn’t usually let it get to him, today it’s been a stressful day, and he really wants Peter with him.
“Stop pouting” Rhodey elbows him softly, smirking at his behavior. “You’re still his father. As handsome and glorious he is, Thor won’t steal your baby”
“You don’t know that. Maybe – maybe Peter thinks his hair is better and he wants him to give him baths and food and tuck him at night or sing him lullabies. In one of those weird languages he speaks.”
“Or maybe you’re over reacting because you’re jealous. Why don’t you go and take him? It’s almost his nap time, right?”
Indeed, Peter’s starting to look a little tired. He’s sitting in Thor’s lap, with one of the god’s enormous hands around his stomach, and Tony knows he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. Once more, he thinks that maybe Peter doesn’t try so hard to stay awake when he’s the one holding him. But before his thoughts can spiral out of control, Peter sees him.
The baby seems to remember that his father exists and he’s right there, his favorite person in the world. Suddenly, Thor is forgotten, and Peter wants Tony. The father can see it in the way he shifts on his place and stretches his chubby arms towards him.
Proudly, he walks towards the pair, enjoying more than what he should the way Peter inches for him. The closer he gets, the happier Peter is, until he’s in front of him and the baby can finally latch on his father. Tony takes Peter into his arms, breathing into the baby scent and letting the familiar weight calm him down.
“Nap time for babies, sorry” he explains to Thor, and sits next to the man so that Peter can rest on his chest. “He’ll probably be up in ten minutes, because he’s allergic to sleep. I’m gonna –“
“Gah!”
“Tony!”
“Peter, no!”
It all happens at the same time, and the next thing Tony knows, he’s second away from getting his head smashed with Thor’s hammer. That is hanging from his innocent son’s hand. Bigger than him, all shinny and threatening, and Peter is holding him like it weights nothing. Only the handler is literally larger than Peter, who is grabbing it by the middle.
Even the baby looks surprised, but it doesn’t last long. Because he’s used to grabbing things he likes, and he isn’t old enough to understand what’s happening. Tony does, and quickly slaps the hammer out of his son’s hand, who starts crying in return.
That’s how the story with the hammer starts.
Since that moment, Peter likes the hammer more than what he likes Tony or Thor. It makes some type of windy sound everytime he moves it, so now it’s his new rattle. That day, Tony couldn’t make Peter stop crying until Thor handed him the hammer again. And now, its his favorite toy.
He carries it around the house, leaving dents on the floor that has Pepper ripping her hair out. Peter dips it into the bath with him, and talks to the hammer as if it’s one of his plushies. Sometimes, he even hugs it while he sleeps, close to his chest while he drools all over the ancient runes.
Turns out, it wasn’t Thor who Tony had to worry about, but a rather heavy and powerful hammer that is now Peter’s favorite rattle.