Does it even matter anyway
Peter didn’t know how to feel.
It felt… weird.
Being back in his teenage body after being in a two year old's body for so long. Too long. He felt like he wanted to cry but he didn’t know why. He also wanted Tony so badly that it actually hurt. A lot.
It had been over an hour since he locked himself away in his bedroom but every minute that passed was another minute without Tony with him and another minute where the need to be with Tony was only getting stronger.
Peter thought that by licking himself away in his bedroom would help with that need. He thought that since Tony was a thirty minute car ride away and that the man most likely didn’t want to see him, that the need to want to be with Tony would go away.
Only it didn’t go away. It was actually getting stronger and it didn’t feel like it was going to go away any time soon so Peter broke down.
He felt the tears run down his face before he let out a sob and then tried to quiet the sob with his pillow. He wanted Tony. That was all he could think about.
Peter let himself break down over not being with Tony for a few minutes, maybe hours, he wasn’t sure, before he grabbed his phone and dialed Tony’s number in his contacts.
Tony picked up on the third ring. “Hi Peter. Are you okay?”
Peter nodded. “Uh huh. I want you. I-I mean, I miss you. And-and I know-I know you probably don’t wanna see me but I… I need you.”
Peter waited for Tony to speak. The line was quiet and it gave Peter enough time to think about everything he said and then he started to regret it but Tony started talking.
“Oh Peter.” Tony sounded tired. Sad. “Why would you think that I don’t want to see you, I do want to see you. I just wanted to give you space but… if you don’t want that…”
Peter nodded his head desperately. He wanted Tony. “I don’t. At all. Um, can-can…”
Peter trailed off. He wasn’t so sure how he should ask Tony to come pick him up. It had been a few hours since he’s seen the man but that was long enough. Peter remembers when he was a toddler and he never wanted to be without Tony. His daddy.
He called him daddy. Peter remembers that. He remembers that very vividly. He remembers everything that happened to him very vividly but he liked it.
He liked how Tony kept cars of him and how he felt protect in Tony’s strong arms. He missed feeling that way.
Tony pulled him from his thoughts. “I can come get you. I’ll be there in forty minutes. Okay?”
“Yes. Yes, okay. I’ll see you then, Mr. Stark.” Peter hung up the phone and stared at it.
Mr. Stark. That word felt so wrong in his mouth. Tony wasn’t Mr. Stark anymore. He was daddy but Peter couldn’t just call him daddy now and calling him Tony felt so wrong as well.
With a sigh, Peter got off his bed and debating on packing some clothes into a duffle bag but he wasn’t even sure if he was staying the night. Tony didn’t offer.
He knew he had clothes at the tower but that momentarily slipped his mind for some reason.
Peter just grabbed his phone and went to go find May to tell her where he was going. “May?”
“I’m in my room, baby.” May called out so Peter went into Mays bedroom and climbed onto the bed. “What’s wrong, Peter?”
“Nothing. I’m going with da- um, Mr. Stark.” Peter looked at May to see if she caught his almost slip up and by the small smile on her face, she did.
“That’s good. Are you staying the night?” May asked as she put her book down and looked at Peter more carefully.
“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” Peter paused. “I want to but… I don’t know if he wants me to.”
May sighed. “Oh baby. You two are so stubborn. You need to talk to each other more about your feelings and everything that happened.”
May paused but Peter thought that she stopped talking so he was about to speak then May continued. “You look… different, Peter.”
Peter looked up at May in shock. He knew that he looked different, he looked a lot younger than he used to before he got de-aged but maybe that was just because everybody forgot what he actually looked like.
“What do you mean?”
May thought for a few seconds. “You just look, I don’t know, younger maybe. Maybe you should have a talk with Tony about that.”
Peter shook his head. “No. I just want to forget everything that happened and I want to go back to the way everything used to be before I was de-aged into a freaking baby.”
“I understand that you’re frustrated, Peter, but talk to Tony. Please.” May begged just as Peter got a text from Tony saying that he was at the apartment.
“I have to go. Daddy’s-” Peter cringed and got off the bed, clearing his throat. “Mr. Stark is here.”
“Have fun, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.” May called out to Peter just as he left her bedroom.
Peter sent a quick text back to Tony to tell him that he was coming but as he got closer to the man’s car, all Peter could think about was that he was scared to see Tony.
He might call him daddy or say something that he shouldn’t. Peter almost went back into his apartment but he had to do this. He wanted to see Tony.
Peter spotted Tony’s car so he took a deep breath and opened the passenger door, “There’s my boy.”
Tony spoke before he even had the chance to correct himself or even think about what he was saying. He cleared his throat and looked straight ahead as Peter stepped into the car.
Tony looked over at the kid, his kid. Peter was his kid now. Tony changed his diapers, gave him baths in the sink and in the bathtub. He still had all of Peter’s baby stuff around the penthouse which would be a bit awkward until he gets rid of it.
He looked at Peter and saw all of that. All of the happy moments with him and his baby but Peter literally grew up in front of his own two eyes and Tony wasn’t ready for that just yet. He didn’t get to spend nearly as much time with Peter as he wanted to.
Tony still got to have his kid with him but it was so different. Peter didn’t depend on him anymore, he didn’t need his diaper changed or help in the bathtub or even help eating, none of that was going to happen again with his kid and he couldn’t help but miss it and want it all back.
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The car ride was spent in silence.
Peter was happy to be with Tony again but it still felt weird. When he got out of the car he walked over to Tony and actually raised his arms up to Tony to get carried but immediately noticed his mistake and felt his cheeks instantly turn red.
He knew that Tony saw the mistake but didn’t say anything and that only made it worse. An hour later and Peter still felt like his face was red.
“I know I still have everything laying around. I didn’t get a chance to get rid of everything just yet.” Tony gestured to all the baby toys, diapers and wipes lying around.
Peter’s eyes landed on the diapers and looked away out of embarrassment. “It’s okay. I uh, don’t mind.”
Tony sat down next to Peter, not touching but close enough where Peter could lean against him if he wanted to. Tony hoped that he did so he could hold his kid.
Peter wanted to climb into Tony’s lap like he always used to do but he tried to hold back on that. He wasn’t a two year old anymore so he couldn’t do the same things that he used to do.
Instead, Peter slowly leaned against Tony’s side and tried to relax but he knew if he let himself fully relax then he would start to freak out and start crying which would result in him acting like his two year old self which he still remembers vividly how he felt during all those weeks.
“Are you tired, kid? You should get some sleep.” Tony noticed how pale Peter looked and he hated that look on his kid. He looked really bad but he didn’t know why.
He knew that something was off with Peter now. Tony noticed that Peter looked… different but he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly.