Making A Wish For You.

A few months later...

Peter paced back and forth down his small room. May’s work hated him, he was sure of that. They just had to schedule her to work late on homecoming night...

Homecoming was in three weeks and he had no idea what he was going to do about it. He hadn’t even asked MJ to go yet (he was pretty sure that she’d yes, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure). He hadn’t even brought a suit yet! It was so stressful...

And, now, he had nobody to even drive him in.

Later that same day, Peter sat down at his desk in Tony’s lab. He was supposed to be listening to his mentor, but he really couldn’t think straight. He was far too focused about making a viable plan for homecoming night.

“Earth to Peter?” Tony said, walking over to the kid. He waved his hand in front of the boy’s face. “Peter!”

Peter jumped, ripped away from his thoughts. “Oh! Mr Stark? What’s up?”

“Kid...,” Tony laughed. “I asked how your suits doing? You know... after last week’s ‘incident’.”

“I didn’t mean to get stabbed, Mr Stark! I came right to you, as well,” Peter said, with the nerve to look proud of himself. Before he got another lecture, Tony had given him PLENTY of those, he kept talking. “I’ve got a lot going on up here. It’s homecoming soon, right? I told you that. I think. Anyway, May’s been called into work and I haven’t asked anyone to go yet and I haven’t even got a suit!”

Knowing the kid went out fighting crime everyday, Tony sometimes forgot how young the kid really was. He sighed, putting down the screwdriver he had in his left hand. Clasping a hand on the kid’s shoulder, he gave him a smile.

“Lets go shopping then, kid,” Tony said, “I’ll get you the suit and then we’ll sort everything else out.”

Peter’s eyes went wide. “No-No! I can’t ask you to do that for me!”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering, Petey,” Tony said in reply, grabbing his seat from his desk and pulling it over.

Peter couldn’t believe he got to hang out with Tony Stark whenever he liked. It really was a dream come true! At times, he liked to pretend that the man was his father. He’d come to the tower after a long day at school, run down to the lab, and Tony would just look so happy for him to be there... At times, it was just too good to be true. He wondered when he’d ever wake up.

He didn’t realise the true extent of how much he meant to the man. He sometimes felt like a bit of a burden, especially when Pepper came down to see them. He didn’t want to pull Tony away from everyone else for his own selfish needs.

When his thoughts calmed down, he looked in front of him to see Tony staring (waiting for a response). He looked down to his phone, the one Tony gave him (the one he tried to refuse) and checked the time. They’d have plenty of time to go shopping... But he really, really, didn’t want to take advantage of everything Tony did for him.

“You really would buy me a suit?”

“Of course,” Tony said, like it was obvious. “I have more money than I know what to do with. I’ve already tried to give you an allowance with it, but (of course) you refused. The least I can do is buy you a suit for a dance.”

“Mr Stark! You already pay me for this whole thing, I can’t get you to give me an allowance too!” Peter whined, leaning back in his chair. “You’re far too nice to me.”

“I’m not too nice to you, you deserve it all,” Tony told him, smiling. “Come on, kid. Lets leave this lab and get you a lovely suit for homecoming.”

Peter sighed, trying to figure out what to say. He nodded reluctantly for a second. Tony grinned, taking him upstairs to wait in the living room whilst he got out of his lab clothes. When they got out to the car, Peter sat awkwardly in the front seat as Tony started to drive.

“What store should we go to?” Tony said, drumming his fingers against the wheel as they pull up to a red light. “Gucci? Alexander McQueen? Balenciaga? What do you think?”

Peter stared at him. “What? Mr Stark! You can’t buy me one of those! There like... 10,000 dollars for a suit! I was thinking like, uh, target? Or a thrift store...”

“I’m a billionaire. I can afford to buy you any suit in the whole world,” Tony said, driving forward towards the local mall.

“That means you can get one from target, Mr Stark,” Peter said, with a frown. “I can’t just... take that much money from you. I’ve never even seen that much money before.”

“Your Spiderman suit is a multi-million dollar suit and I’ve made you like 3 of those,” Tony said, shrugging. “So, what’s the difference in me getting you one of those ‘fancy’ suits? I want to treat my ki- intern, Pete, and I have the money to do so. Let me buy you your first cool suit.”

Peter looked to his feet. “Fine. But.. I want to get the tie from a thrift shop. Its something I was always going to do with Ben.. so.”

“Should we do that first?” Tony said, “The tie can be the most important part of an outfit, you know.”

As casual as his response was, Tony was freaking out inside (again). He was getting closer to the kid, day by day, and everything was good. He looked up at himself in the car mirror for a second. Looking back at him was someone different... if he didn’t know any better, he looked like a father. A father to the boy sat right beside him.

“Yes please!” Peter smiled, looking so innocent with those wide, puppy-dog eyes.

Tony took a deep breath, trying not to melt from how cute the kid really was. That really was his kid, wasn’t it? He had never been so happy that a coffee machine broke... otherwise he never would’ve thrown a coffee cup over him.

Turning his car into a packed car park, Tony opened the door and stepped out. His car was a sight for sore eyes, completely out of the ordinary for a car park like this. As Peter’s head popped out from the other side, taking the man’s hand to pull him to the store, Tony just smiled at the boy.

Tony Stark had never took one step into a thrift store before today. He never needed to. But Peter looked in his element, looking over different racks with a smile on his face. Tony noticed people staring over at him, wondering why a billionaire was hanging out with a teenager. He didn’t care though, Peter looked happy and that was all he ever wanted.

“Mr Stark,” Peter grinned, the smile that Tony knew (by now) only came out when the kid was excited. “Look! It’s you!”

On the shelf was a painting, presumably done by someone random, of the Avengers during the New York attack in 2012. In the photo, Tony was free falling down from the portal. It made the hairs on Tony’s back spike and, suddenly, he was in the middle of a random thrift shop having a panic attack in front of the one person he didn’t want seeing him like that.

Peter rambled about something, not knowing it fell on deaf ears. Tony’s breath was short, and fast, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. When he closed his eyes, it was just darkness. He tried to get control of his breathing, but all that was in front of him was the never ending darkness that he couldn’t shake.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, when the man didn’t answer his question.

When he finally looked up, he saw Tony hunched over with a shaking hand over his heart with his eyes shut tight. He put a gentle hand on the man’s arm, flinching when Tony’s hand raised (like he was pointing one of the gauntlet’s at him).

“Mr Stark!” He said, trying again, his voice raising from the hushed whisper it was before.

Tony heard someone calling from him. A young voice, one he didn’t know during the attack, one that sounded familiar. He blinked, taking one deep breath to ground himself.

Peter’s concerned face was the first thing that Tony focused on, as soon as his eyes slowly opened. He looked at his hand, still raised in the same position, and stared at it with wide, guilty, eyes.

“Shit,” He mumbled, knowing he lost control. “Kid, look. I’m so sorry- I hope I didn’t scare you and, uh- its just the photo... it reminded me of some bad memories and-,”

Peter glanced over at the painting and then back to Tony. The concern in his face quickly morphed to guilt, something Tony didn’t want him to ever feel. Before Tony could reassure him, the kid flipped the photo down and looked to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Stark,” Peter said, his bottom lip trembling. “I just saw you and got so excited and...,”

Tony sighed, stepping forward to wrap his arms around the boy. He held him there for a minute, humming in his ear before he could start crying. “You don’t need to apologise, Pete.”

“N-Neither do you,” Peter mumbled into Tony’s chest, closing his eyes and relaxing in his grip.

Tony pulled away, wiping the one tear that escaped from Peter’s eyes. When the kid flashed a teary smile, Tony squeezed his cheek and told him that they needed to move on and find him a nice tie before people start looking.

The tie they chose was just a normal black tie, but Peter was so happy as 50% of all purchases went to the local hospital. The same hospital that worked tirelessly to get his Uncle Ben back.

They left the thrift store, after the owner got a selfie with Tony, and drove towards the mall. When they got there, Tony made sure the kid stayed close to him as they walked over to the ‘fancy’ side (as Peter called it).

Tony brought him a lovely suit, tailored to fit Peter exactly (he wasn’t sure if he liked the experience of tailoring, it felt very awkward when the man was taking the measurements for his legs).

It was a grey suit, with a slight line pattern itched into the trousers and blazer jacket. He had a fitted white shirt underneath, the tie slipping over perfectly. Tony even brought him a new pair of derby shoes to go with the outfit. When Peter looked into the mirror, his eyebrows raised. Wow, it definitely looked good. Much better than he thought it would.

It was packed up by the shop assistant and Peter didn’t even want to listen for the price. He stepped to the side and pretended to look at the other blazers as Tony payed.

They stepped outside, Peter holding onto the bag with one hand. He felt a bit anxious with how many people surrounded them. Tony noticed straight away, putting his hand in the kid’s to make sure he didn’t get lost in the sea of people. Peter just smiled as he walked..

Maybe Tony Stark really was his father.

Days later, Peter stood outside of MJ’s house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He shuffled on his feet, looking back at Happy who was staring at him through the car window.

Hours before this moment, Tony had forced Happy to take the kid on a de-tour before coming to the lab that evening.

“I am NOT taking the child to his crush’s house for a prom-proposal, Tony. I’m not his chauffeur, or yours,” Happy scowled, crossing his arms.

“Come on, Hap,” Tony laughed, sitting on the edge of his desk. “He really likes you, you know. Talks about your riveting conversations every time he comes down to the lab.”

Happy stared. After a moment of silence, he huffed. “Fine.”

“Take photos for me, would you?” Tony asked. “I’d come... but I have a meeting.”

“You’re such a dad,” Happy mumbled, rolling his eyes. He turned and walked to the car to drive over to Peter’s school.

Tony put his hands in his pockets, watching Happy walk away. “Yeah. I guess I am,” He said into the thin air, smiling.

Back to Peter’s prom/homecoming-proposal, Happy leant against the bonnet of the car with his phone up (he just hoped Peter didn’t see). He let the tiniest smile come to his face as Peter fiddled with his watch (Tony always did it too, even though he never realised).

Peter knocked on MJ’s front door, biting his lip as he waited for somebody to open it. The door swung open a minute later, MJ stood there with a confused look on her face.

“What’s up nerd?” She said, a small change in her facial expression as she noticed the flowers in his hand.

“Uh, so, um- Homecoming is... approaching soon and, um, I was just wondering. Wouldyouliketogowithme?” Peter said, his face flushing a deep red.

“What was that?”

“Would, um, you like to go to me? I mean, uh, you don’t have to... of course. I just, uh, I feel like um-,”

MJ smiled slightly, “Yeah. That would be cool, um, sure.”

Peter’s face lit up. “Awesome! Uh, these are for you!”

Peter put the flowers into her hand, smiling when it looked like she liked them. His smile was warm and bright, but awkward. However, that’s apparently what MJ liked about him. She leant forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before turning around and shutting the door.

Peter stood and stared at the front of the door for a second, pressing a hand against where she kissed him. “Wow,” He mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Awesome.”

Happy definitely got the moment on camera, immediately sending the photo of Peter’s red face (and the kiss) to Tony’s contact. When he got a message back immediately, he simply shook his head with a laugh and opened the door to the back seat for Peter to climb into.

It was the night before homecoming. Tony decided to stay the night at the Parker’s apartment as he had a plan for the actual night. When he arrived with one suitcase, Peter opened the door with an anxious look on his face.

“I’ve, uh, given the place a HUGE clean, Mr Stark! Aunt May’s at her friend’s house (I personally think she’s got a new boyfriend), so it’s just me and you! I’ve put some fresh sheets on May’s bed for you, and, uh, I tried to cook something but its, um, really, really burnt. Like really burnt, so much so that its inedible. I, um, know this is so small compared to anything you’ve stayed in... so if you want to go back then.”

“Calm down, Pete,” Tony said, hanging his jacket up one one of the coat pegs. “It’s fine. We’ll order something in and I don’t need to stay anywhere else. It’s all fine here.”

“Awesome, okay! Mr Stark-I’ll show you around,” Peter grinned, taking Tony on a short tour of the place.

“Is that a poster of me?” Tony said, looking at the picture up on Peter’s wall.

When Peter pouted, an embarrassed look on his face, Tony simply laughed harder. He scrambled over to put his body over it, to hide it from Tony’s point of view.

“I’m flattered, Mr Parker,” Tony laughed, the poster still in plain sight.

They ended up falling asleep on the sofa to the sound of a movie, something that was almost becoming tradition for both of them.

The next day, Tony took Peter out for a walk and talked to him about science. They sat and spoke on a bench, eating ice creams as they listened to the sound of the wind. It was the perfect morning for a, hopefully, perfect evening.

As Peter got changed in his bedroom, Tony felt oddly emotional as he waited in the kitchen. He held his phone in his hand, texting Pepper. He had a DSLR camera on the side, ready to force Peter into a photoshoot (he still had to take photos of the boy on his phone too, he needed them everywhere).

“Mr Stark,” Peter mumbled, walking out with the tie un-done around his shoulders.

“Yeah, kid?” Tony said, looking up.

“I-I can’t remember how to tie this properly,” He said, sheepishly.

Tony had always, always, imagined this day since the first time he ever thought about having a son. It was stereotypical, of course, for Tony to want to teach his son these things, such as tying his first tie, but he was just so excited. Wearing a suit for a first time, it was almost like the first step in growing up (same for the ladies, whatever they’d like to wear. Tony didn’t care if he had to help Peter into his first ballgown, he was just excited to be there for this step).

Tony got up from his spot and took Peter back into his bedroom. “Let me show you then, kiddo,” He grinned.

They stepped in front of the mirror. Tony was behind Peter, looking at the both of them in the reflection. He propped Peter’s collar up, taking the tie into his hands. “So, what we do first is cross the fabric over.”

Peter watched how the man did his tie, making mental notes for the future. When the tie was done, he smiled at them both. Tony’s arm was over his shoulders, adjusting the length of the fabric. The sight was so domestic. Peter couldn’t believe his father/mentor was the person stood behind him... the man in the poster on his wall.

But he was so much more than the man in his poster. He wasn’t just ‘Peter’s idol’ anymore, he was a family friend, a dad... he was someone that Peter knew would always be there for him.

When he finally looked closely at Tony, the man’s eyes were glossed over.

“Mr Stark?” Peter question, looking up at the man’s face. “Are you crying?”

Tony shook his head, frowning. He adjusted Peter’s blazer, trying to blink away the stubborn tears. “I’m not. Why would I? It’s not like my favourite little child looks like he’s all grown up.”

“Mr Stark,” Peter giggled. “It’s just homecoming night, I’m not getting married.”

“Yeah, you’re not! Not until your thirty. You can live in the tower all your life, okay? Stay with me.”

“Would that make you happy?” Peter laughed.

“You have no idea, kid,” Tony replied, trying so hard to keep any tear from falling; he wasn’t about to start crying because of a tie.

Peter looked down at his watch, “It’s time! We gotta go pick MJ up from her house!”

“Yeah, kid,” Tony smiled, watching him excitedly rush to where the corsage and flowers were on the kitchen side.

Before Tony left his room, he wiped his eyes with the edge of his sleeve. He did let a few tears fall. It wasn’t his fault, really. The kid just made him that emotional.

Before they left, Tony made the kid stand against the wall for a photoshoot. Tony took way too many photos, making Peter whine and beg for them both to just leave.

Tony made sure to take the craziest, most expensive, car. Peter sat in the back, looking out of the window. He was clearly nervous as Tony could see how he played with his sleeve and how his leg bounced up and down. Tony smirked at the sight, he couldn’t wait to take photos of the happy couple.

Tony and Peter walked up to MJ’s house, knocking on the front door. With Tony’s arm falling over the kid’s shoulder, the door opened to MJ’s father’s shocked face.

“Uh, evening. Peter, nice to see you,” He smiled, shaking his hand. “MJ’s in the kitchen, just walk straight on in.”

Peter rushed into the house, straight to MJ. Tony smiled at the man, who was still staring at him with a bewildered look on his face.

“You’re Tony Stark,” He said.

“That I am,” Tony winked, “And you are?”

“The name’s Richard,” He said, shaking Tony’s hand. “I have to say, Tony, I’m a bit shocked that you’re at my front door. I didn’t know you were Peter’s father? MJ told me that he lived with his aunt.”

“Oh, I’m not. He’s sort of an adopted son to me, I guess,” Tony smiled, realising that this was the first time he admitted that out loud to someone. “He’s a great kid, worms his way into your heart.”

“From what MJ has said, he’s the best kid in the whole school,” Richard smiled, “As much as she pretends to be annoyed at Midtown, she loves going there to hang out with Pete and Ned. They’ve been great to her, so I’m glad that he’s good to her.”

“He’s my intern. He’s a smart (I’d say genius, personally) kid with a bright future ahead of him and he really, really likes MJ. Talks my ear off about her sometimes,” Tony admitted.

The two men started up a conversation. Richard was also a mechanic who owned his own garage, so it was easy to talk. Tony felt like he met another friend and he never really felt like he could do that. That was just another thing Peter Parker helped him with.

In the kitchen, the two teenagers were stood across from each other. They held each other’s hands, looking into the eyes of the other. Peter really couldn’t believe how beautiful the woman was.

“You look so pretty,” Peter whispered, staring at MJ’s gorgeous emerald green dress. She really was stunning. “You’re like- wow. The prettiest person ever, I think. Like- wow.”

“You look really nice,” MJ said, looking down to him. She awkwardly took his hand, like it was the most delicate thing. “That suit really looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” Peter grinned, “Mr Stark brought it for me!”

“Really?” MJ said, “I guess having too much money can lead to good stuff.. sometimes.”

Peter attached the corsage to her dress, successfully doing it without poking her skin. He was proud of himself.

The couple walked out of the house minutes later, to the sound of Richard and Tony laughing. Tony clearly got along well with the man, which Peter appreciated. The two men took some photos of them, more than they needed to. Tony even got Richard to take a photo of him and Pete, returning the favour later to snap some pictures of Richard and MJ. After hundreds of photos, MJ stopped them and gave her father a hug goodbye. Tony was surprised with how strong this girl was.

Tony watched as Peter followed MJ to the car like a lovesick puppy. It was incredibly sweet and it reminded him of how he was with Pepper before they got together. He said goodbye to Richard and promised to get his daughter back safely before 12.

When they arrived, all eyes were on them. Ned rushed over, greeting Tony like he was a God. Peter simply laughed at his friend, asking Tony to take some photos of them. He also made sure to get a photo of the trio. Soon, if the man didn’t stop, all of Tony’s photo storage was going to be pictures of Peter.

He let the kid walk into the hall. Tony couldn’t believe that, in only a few months, he had grown so close to the kid that he was dropping him off at homecoming. If someone told him that before they met, he would’ve laughed in their face. But for once, he didn’t care. He just let himself enjoy the feeling.

An older lady came up to his car. “They grow up so quickly, don’t they? I can still remember when my grandson was born.”

“They really do,” Tony smiled, looking at the lady.

“Which one is yours?” She asked, looking at the group of kids.

“Ma!” A younger woman, about the same age as Tony, came up to them. “Ma- leave him alone! That’s Tony Stark,” She whispered into the woman’s ear, unaware that she was actually being quite loud. Tony heard every word.

“I did think that car looked VERY expensive,” The older lady laughed.

Tony simply laughed at the interaction. He grinned at the two women, looking over to the line to get into the dance. Peter was stood with his arm around MJ’s waist, his ticket in the other.

“My kid’s the one in the grey suit. His name’s Pete.” He said, putting his hands in his own pockets. “The best kid in the whole world, in my humble opinion....”

Tony was going to get dinner by himself in a nearby restaurant whilst he waited for Pete, but suddenly he found himself sat on a large table of 10 other parents. Other then feeling like he was in a PA meeting, it was nice to feel like a normal person for a few hours. Maybe this was how his life would’ve played out if he wasn’t born into a home with Howard Stark as the father.

Basically all of Peter’s school crowded around him as they stepped inside the school’s gym, asking him questions about how he got Tony Stark to take him to homecoming. He also got A LOT of compliments on his suit. Really, Peter had never been this popular. MJ called them all materialistic, but Peter knew he’d probably do it too. He couldn’t blame them all.

He had a wonderful time at the dance, spending time with MJ, Ned (and Ned’s date, Betty).

He hadn’t been able to act like a normal kid for a while. He couldn’t even remember the last time he slept without horrid memories flooding his brain from Spiderman/or his Uncle Ben. But, today, for the first time in a while, he got to hang out with his friends and pretend like none of that existed.

“Mr Stark is like the best dad in the world, but he’s not my dad!” Peter shouted to Ned over the music, as MJ and Betty went to get some snacks from a table (Ned had forced him to speak about Tony for a bit, as a massive fanboy).

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ned laughed, “He doesn’t have to be biologically your dad to be your dad.”

A flash of realisation fell on Peter’s face, as the lights flashed around him and the music filled his ears. Yeah, Ned was right. In only a few months of knowing each other, Tony had become as close as a father to him. So much so, he wanted to call the man his father... He couldn’t though. What if Mr Stark didn’t feel the same? He’d be embarrassed for the rest of his life.

It was a brilliant night for both Peter and Tony. When they finally left the hall, Tony was outside talking to Ned’s mum about something. Peter ran over, gave Tony a hug, and told him all about his night.

They dropped MJ off at her house, saying a quick hello to her family, before driving back to the apartment. This time, however, Tony was going back to the tower. May would be home soon and Tony didn’t want to intrude for too long.

They stood outside Tony’s car, neither wanting the night to end.

“Was it the best day of your life?” Tony asked, a grin on his face.

“No,” Peter smiled, “It was definitely up in the top ten, though! I’d say meeting you, the holiday to the beach with May and Ben and hanging out with the Avengers are my top three. Maybe switch the Avengers thing to meeting Ned and MJ (separate occasions, but same positions on the list).”

“Meeting you was one my favourite days ever too, kid.” Tony told him, taking him into their last hug of the day. “I mean that, Pete. I want you to know how much you mean to me. I’m usually shi-rubbish with telling people that I care about them, so I’m going to change that up with you. You’re my one of favourite people in the world.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled, Tony could still see them in the dark (the only light emitted from the flickering lamppost beside them). “Thanks, Mr Stark. You mean a lot to me, too! You always have done and you always will.”

“That’s nice,” Tony hummed (not wanting to get into a mushy conversation, too scared of Peter feeling weird over how much he wanted him to be his own son) letting go of him. “Right. Enough smushy stuff, lets get you back up to your apartment.”

He walked them up, making sure Peter got inside without anything happening. As he drove home, he listened to the soft music in the car and just appreciated that he had someone in his life like Peter.

When he got back home, Pepper was waiting on top of their bed. He smiled at her, slipping into his pyjamas.

“I assume you had fun,” She smiled, falling into his arms. “You have that ‘had a brilliant’ day smile.”

Tony immediately took his phone out, opening the photo album to show Pepper each and every photo he had of Peter. Once he showed her those, in extreme detail (he told her about the suit and his worried little face when he first saw MJ. He talked the most about how cute him and MJ looked together). When the photos were done on the phone, Pepper thought that was it. When he took the DSLR out, she laughed so hard it hurt her chest.

Tony admitted it was funny, but he didn’t regret one snap. The photo of the three kid’s was his favourite, the photo of MJ and Peter looking at each other like they’ve seen an angel coming in second and, then, the picture of Tony and the kid (Tony smiling like he never had before) outside MJ’s house in third place.

If he wanted to rank them all, he would’ve been there for hours. Telling FRIDAY to print the top thee, he finally had some more photos of the kid to display.

Pepper looked at the discarded, negative, pregnancy test on the floor. Somehow, she didn’t feel as sad as she usually would. Seeing Tony look down at the homecoming photos of a teenage mutant, the mutant the two had fallen in love with, she admitted that they had already become parents (in a way).

“Look at this one, Pep!” Tony grinned, pushing the phone into Pepper’s eye-line. “The little one is growing up way too fast!”

“He really is,” Pepper agreed, staring at the photo for a second.

“You know, Pep, just because the kid has wormed into our lives.. it doesn’t mean I want to stop trying to have our own,” Tony said.

He definitely noticed the pregnancy test, not bothering to bring it up. Although, it was probably obvious to his wife that he saw it.

“Pete’s obviously closer to you, but in a way, it does feel like he’s ours sometimes. Obviously I’d like another one day as having him around just makes me want it more,”

When Tony’s face flushed with guilt, Pepper made sure to backtrack. She didn’t want Tony pushing the kid away. The way they acted, it was like being father and son was written in the stars for them.

“That’s not something you feel guilty about, okay?” She whispered into his ear, draping a hand over him. “I love how close you two have got. Seeing you act like a father... it makes me fall in love with you all over again.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am.”

Pepper and Tony Stark may not have a biological child of their own, like the one they always dreamt of. But, now, after a certain child walked into their company... it was like they finally had a missing piece of their puzzle.