Getting the ducklings together

Another morning, another shower and another early morning laundry load.

Just another day as Peter Parker.

For over a year now I've been wetting the bed, I'll even admit to having a few close calls during the day, I know. It's such a clear sign of a little classification (a young one at that) but I am not a little.

I'm not.

Back to my day. I did my early morning laundry load and jumped straight into the shower where I was quick to wash my self off. I got dressed into my favourite science pun shirt, a black short sleeve with two atoms talking the words 'I lost an electron - Are you positive?' being asked, I remember wearing this when Mr.Stark offered me a spot on the Avengers. I smile, pulling on a flannel shirt to go over the top of it and pull on my boxers and jeans, with a quick glance at the time I'm putting my shoes on and running out the door to get to school.

I forgot to go toilet before leaving.

******

I bounce my foot awkwardly on the train, trying to push the idea of needing to pee out of my head as I glance at the station we just stopped out. I have over five stops left, I can wait it out. I would use the toilet on the train if it wasn't broken.

I really hate Parker luck.

I felt a twinge in my bladder as the train lurches forward suddenly and I have to clamp down on the need to let go. A few people glanced at me as I let out a small whine, trying to keep control but most go back to what they were doing.

Focus on something else.

I start counting in my head, doing math equations and even thinking about how to improve my suit when the train lurched to a stop again, a small barely there squirt escapes and I give a whimper as I clamp down on it. I feel more eyes on me and I can hear some talking.

'New little, probably trying to prove he's a big boy' One woman whispered, her eyes holding sympathy as she whispered to a man next to her. She radiated care-giver whilst the man next to her was clearly a dom.

'Maybe he's lost?' A man whispered, looking a bit like a beta. 

The train moves again and I can feel my anxiety playing up big time, doing my best not to let go. I felt a hand land on my shoulder and another squirt escapes, thankfully I clamp down on it. "Pete?" I pause, recognising that voice. Turning I see Sam looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Hey kiddo, what'cha doing there?" He asks and it occurs to me that I'm very clearly holding my self to stop an accident, I flush bright red.

"I...Sam.." I feel the third stop come and almost lose it there. Sam grabs my arm and drags me off the train with him, I give a gasp as I have to keep trying not to have an accident. "Sam! I have school-" I whimper out as he takes me straight to a littles toilet. Clearly without thinking he removes my trousers and pauses seeing my slightly damp pants.

"Pete? Why aren't you wearing protection?" He asks, eyes looking up at me and I flush brightly. "Come on kid, you know littles need to-" I flush red and push him away a little.

"I haven't been classified and-and I'm not little!" I growl out, keeping my eyes on his own. He doesn't look like he believes me.

"Pete, you're seconds away from an accident and you clearly don't have the best control of your emo-" I snap my head at him and growl.

"I am not a little. I'm a neutral or beta if anything! I don't care what you sa-" I argue stomping my foot angrily.

That was a mistake.

My bladder releases from the jolt I give it and soon I'm standing pissing my self in front of Sam-In front of an Avenger like some little I just claimed not to be. I feel my breath catch in my throat as Sam watches me piss my self, tears sliding down my cheeks. "Peter." He whispers going to take my cheek in his hand but I move away quickly.

"No-No-No!" I whimper out, shaking my head. "I-Sam! Please listen-I haven't went since last night-I-I didn't mean to-just-" It was hard to breath-to speak-to-

"Peter, Peter kid breath." Sam said standing up and sitting me down on something soft and padded, his thumbs brushing away my tears. It took a few minutes of him talking to me just telling me everything is ok. "I get it, an accident right?" He asks, when I nod he smiles gently at me. "Ok, well how about this. I'm gonna call your school-" My heart stops, he's not going to tell them I wet my self is he? "Pete-hey no not this again. I'm just going to tell them your staying home today ok?" He mumbles, I look at his brown eyes scanning for a lie. Not seeing one I give a deep sigh. "After that, I'm gonna ask Tony to send a car over for us ok?" He says gently. I gulp.

"I-I can't go out pantsless-Sam I can't go out-Everything's soaked and-" Sam chuckles lightly, holding his back pack up and then setting it down. He moves a few things around and pulls out a pair of baggy trousers. "I-I need pants though" I mumble and Sam gets this look in his eyes one that for some reason makes me want to do anything he says.

"Pete, we have....some thing in here you can wear under these but you wont like it." He lets me know, before I can ask he's pulling something white out of his bag. "I was meant to be baby sitting a friend today but their caregivers home tonight and he's about your size anyways." He comments, I tilt my head at the white object, trying to figure out what it is. Sam must of noticed because he let out a chuckle. "Its a diaper Peter."

My heart stops.

He doesn't seriously expect me to wear it does he?

"Sam, no I'll go commando, I can't wear a-" His eyes bore into mine and I felt my self lose any chance of fighting him on this, he moves around me and pulls out a changing bench, patting it two times as if expecting me to willingly climb onto it. I stare at him silently, he looks back at me with amusement.

"Peter, no ones gonna know not to mention do you really want to wear your soggy boxers under these trousers?" Sam asks and I tense, becoming more aware of the wet material hanging on my hips. I gulp shaking my head. "Going with out isn't an option either, it's either wear this by choice or I'm gonna have to put it on by force" His face went serious and his arms now crossed over his own chest and his eyes bore into my own.

"....I don't need it." I whisper, shuffling back when he moves towards me. I almost trip over my soaked trousers as Sam advances towards me, I back up quicker than before. I don't get far because not even a minute later he's got his hands hooked under my armpits and he's placing me onto the table. "S-Sam no-please I'm not a little-" I squeak out as he straps me down to the table and places one of his large hands on my chest, I grip it and I know I'm crying because my visions blurring badly.

"Peter, calm down. No one said wearing this makes you a little" He mumbles, wiping tears from my face gently.

"B-but only littles and babies wear-" He hushes me again, he hadn't continued with the change but he had his eyes trained on my own. He was being so calm about all of this.

"Kid, listen to me. Wearing this for just a trip to the tower doesn't make you a little-that accident doesn't make you a little, being classified makes you little." He says sternly and I sniffle. "Now do I have permission to continue?" He asks, and even though I really want to say no... Every other part of me is screaming to say yes. I give a quick nod, expecting him to undo the restraints but he doesn't. His hands move to the soaked boxers and pulls them down quickly, he's pulled out wet-wipes from seemingly no-where and is quick to clean me up, I squirm at the coldness of the wipe. "I know it's cold, just a little more big guy and then we can head on out to Tony's" He promises and I flush as he talks to me like a toddler.

No, not like a toddler. Like a little.

I feel my chest and face turn cherry red at the tone. I glare daggers at him, kicking my legs a bit with a grumble. "Peter, we don't kick." He warns and I feel more heat flush to my face.

"Stop talking to me like I'm a little!" I growl out, Sam just glances at me with an almost knowing smile but he doesn't respond, finishing off with cleaning me. He pulls the diaper out and taps my hips a little for me to lift my ass up, I refuse. Sam raises an eyebrow at me.

"Peter, come on. Don't make this take longer than it needs to, I'm sure you'd rather just get to Stark than sit here in the cold with nothing on your lower half." He questions, I feel my face go bright red and I have to look away, I grumble lifting my hips up slightly for him. "There we go big guy" He praises and I feel my self get even more embarrassed. He slides the diaper under my butt and then coats me in baby powder causing me to sneeze a little. He smirks at me a little and chuckles. "Sorry Pete, didn't mean to put so much on there." He chuckles, pulling the diaper up between my legs and taping it down with a gentle pat. I flush more at the softness of it and squirm ever so slightly. "Ok, lets get these on and head on over." He says casually, thinking I was finally being let up I try to undo the straps. "Nope, you gotta wait kiddo." He comments and I growl at him.

"I said stop talking to me like that!" I complain, he just rolls his eyes he pulls the trousers up my legs and waits for me to raise my hips. I keep my glare on him and he shrugs starting to take them off again.

"Fine, guess you don't want to wear trouse-" I gasp and lift my hips again and give him a panicked look, he winces a bit. "Sorry kid, I didn't mean to scare you like that." He mutters reaching over and brushing my hair back a bit. I flinch away, glaring more at him. He just snorts and pulls the trousers up properly and pats my hip. "Good, come on. I texted Tony and he's sent Bucky who's currently waiting outside and blowing up my phone." He mutters and undoes the restraints finally. "Now isn't that better kiddo?" He asks poking my nose lightly, I scrunch it up.

"Again, not a little. No matter how much you baby me-" Sam hushes me with a chuckle. "Stop hushing me dammit!" I growl out, Sam sighs loudly and turns to me with a look that screams 'Don't-Test-me'.

"Peter, I swear if you argue with me any more or start swearing again me and Bucky won't hesitate to make that teenaged butt bright pink." He warns sternly and I feel my heart hammer in my chest. "Now get your padded behind out that door and towards the exit before I drag you out by the back of your diaper." He warns, his eyes staring into mine. He holds his back-pack as well as a plastic bag that I realise has my boxers and trousers in. I flush as he indicates to move and almost immedatly obey.

I don't have a death wish thank-you very much.

We make a quick b-line for the stairs to get out of the subway and immedatly spot a blue Volkswagen People carrier. I glance at Sam who gives a loud laugh at the sight of Bucky climbing out and waving at us casually. "Do I want to know?" Sam asks, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

"Tony thought it was the best option seeing at his other cars haven't been updated for L.P.U just yet and this is the only one with....preparations for this." Bucky comments gesturing towards me. I blink a bit and tilt my head in confusion. "Lets get him set up and we can chat for a moment." Bucky says calmly before actually turning to me with a smile. I finally take his out fit in.

Instead of his usual all black attire he's wearing a blue and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his metal arm as well as his normal arm, he's got a pair of black jeans on and his hair....dear god it's a man bun.

"Hey Pete." He says in a soothing voice that I just know he reserves for littles. I frown at him and he chuckles. "That's a pretty grumpy look there, how 'bout we get your butt in the car and then back to Tony, I betcha wanna hang out with him right?" He asks and I sigh loudly.

"Bucky. I'm not and never will be little, I've already explained this to Sam though he seems pretty fu-freaking-" I change it quickly at the look Sam shoots me. "Seems pretty sure that I'm little for the stupidest of reasons. I just want to go back to my apartment and shower ok?" I say with a hint of exhaustion sneaking into my tone. Sam snorts and Bucky shoots him a warning look before giving a deep almost bone aching sigh.

"Ok Pete. You don't think your a little, gotcha. We've got a Classifier at the tower right now, waiting to test you. He's real good at what he does." He says gently and I glare still. "Because of the information we have right now that means the car is set to insure you're in a specific chair and it won't start until your in said chair. You followin' me kid?" He asks, I give him a sceptical look.

"What kind of chair?" I ask with a huff. Bucky gives me a sheepish grin, taking my hand he leads me to the car and to a large car-seat that was red and black. I go dark red and pull on back.

"No! I'm not sitting in that!" I squeak out, Sam gives a sigh and Bucky chuckles.

"He's been like it since the train, kid what did we say about your behaviour" Sam reminds me and I flush a little, still pulling at Bucky's arm.

"Sam, it's fine. He's stressed out." He comments, his hand doesn't let go, he just pulls me forward and towards the chair. "Peter, I told ya. Car ain't starting till that butt's in the chair." He reminds and I flush darkly. "If it makes you feel better, the windows are tinted so no one's gonna see you." He prompts, Sam's behind me now as well and both look prepared to just pick me up and strap me in if I keep struggling.

I don't have a death wish.

"...Fine.." I grumble, Bucky smiles helping me into the car. I stand for a moment glaring at the chair, taking in the entire thing. "....Are those finger print scanner?" I ask in annoyance, Bucky hums a little.

"Yep, that's Stevie's chair and he's real cheeky when in little space with undoing the straps." Bucky says casually, patting the chair with his flesh hand casually. "Now pop that butt down so we can get going" He grins at me and I glare a little. Deciding to just go with it I awkwardly sit in the chair, squirming to get comfortable in the chair. Bucky chuckles as he watches me squirm, it wasn't my fault that I wasn't used to all the extra padding not only around my butt but on the chair as well. Once I was relatively comfortable Bucky clips me in and closes the door with a chuckle. I watch them through the glass and realise that the inside of the car was glowing with what at first looked like blue LED lights but after straining my ears to hear what's being said I click on that they're cancelling out the noise from out side, it clicks. This car was modified to keep people like Steve and my self from hearing conversation's out side. I glare daggers at the two as I realise that they must do the same to Steve when they're taking him out somewhere. I squirm in annoyance and grumble as I see them move towards the front of the car. "Alright Peter, we've had a small change of plans. I gotta pop into a shop and Sam's got to be dropped off home so you'll be back there for a little longer than usual ok?" Bucky comments and my head snaps up, my eyes glaring daggers at the back of his head.

"No, thats not ok Bucky!" I snap annoyed, both of them seem to ignore me as they start the drive.

This is bullshit.

******

Maybe an hour in the back of the car I felt my bladder twinge, I hadn't been back here that long and already my bladder was playing up. God, this so isn't helping my claim of not being little. Right now we're on our way to Sam's house and we've still got another 30 minutes to go. I huff in annoyance and look around the back of the car for a distraction but all I see is a small TV built at the front that within 10 minutes of the trip had started playing some random kids show, I had decided to ignore it and still will. I'm not little. I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and squirm a little as I try to think why they thought I was a little.

The first time it happened was ok...admittedly a pretty little thing to happen.

******

It was the first time I was staying in the compound with the Avengers back, Tony and Steve had gone out for a meeting with someone and had left me in the care of Natasha and Bucky. I wasn't exactly thrilled when they made me go to bed at 8:30 in the evening. Though I hate to admit I fell asleep by 8:40. I remember having a bad dream and waking to soaked sheets, Natasha had been the first one to come in and I was just a sobbing mess. "Oh Detka, what's the matter?" She whispers, walking over to me. I couldn't even get words out at the time and just sobbed, raising my hands to her expectantly and wanting to be held. She'd found the soaked sheets when she placed her hand down to prepare to hold me and had to call Bucky in. I don't remember much of that conversation but it ended with Bucky carrying me into the bathroom for a quick clean and I know I fell asleep clinging to Bucky.

******

I wince at the memory and ok, that really was a little thing to do. I mean come on? wetting the bed and crying for someone? God. I look around and sigh, realising we weren't much closer to Sam's house and from the looks of it we were stuck in traffic. I glance at the front where Sam and Bucky where joking about. "Guys?" I ask awkwardly, the two glance at me through the mirror at the front of the car.

"What's up Parker?" Sam asks, turning round fully seeing as Bucky was driving. "Bored or something?" He asks confused. I flush darkly and avoid his eyes.

"...I gotta go toilet..." I mumble a little, giving a brief glance at Sam, I see him raising his eyebrow at me and look away again.

"Pete, you went toilet like...an hour and a half ago. You can't seriously need to go again." He states and I keep my eyes on my hands.

"But I...I do..." I mumble, I hear Sam take a deep breath clearly about to start telling me that it was probably all in my head but Bucky interrupts him.

"Sam, if he needs to go toilet then he needs to go." He pauses. "Peter, think you can handle ten minutes whilst I get off the main road to the gas station?" He asks and I wiggle a little. My bladder was pretty heavy, even if it had been under two hours I knew that I'd have to rush to get to the toilet by the time we got there.

Another strike on the little chart.

"I...I guess.." I mumble quietly, I glance up and Sam seems to be having an almost silent conversation with Bucky with their eyes and that just made me nervous. "Guys?" I mumble gently.

"Oh right...just hang on Pete." Bucky comments, blowing the horn as he tries to get out. "Just relax whilst we try to get out." He says awkwardly. I grumble to my self quietly, trying to ignore the throbbing of my bladder I deicide to think on a few more things that made them believe I was a little.

So far I have this small list.

• Bed-wetting.
• Small bladder
• Possibly bad control of emotions.

I sigh a little and try to think of anything else. Wincing as a memory slides straight into my head.

******

I was exhausted. Two hours at the tower and I was about ready to sleep, Tony and Steve had gone into head space and Tony was currently taking his nap and Steve was watching TV. I was sat on the sofa when I felt a hand brush through my hair. I blink in surprise and looked up to see Clint smiling down at me. "Hey kiddo, looking a bit sleepy there." He mumbled and kept combing my hair with his hand. I huff.

"I'm not 'Sleepy' Clint, I'm just a bit tired. Patrol was pretty hard last night." I mutter, Clint snorts a little and climbs over to sit with me.

"Maybe you should close your eyes kiddo." He comments, he doesn't get much else out before Steve climbs up onto the sofa with me and drags me away from the older man.

"Steve-"

"Peter, come lie with me!" Steve all but demands, dragging me off the sofa and onto the floor and onto his large pile of blankets. I squeak a little as he pushes me down onto my stomach. "Look!" He leans over me and pulls out a few pillows and pops them around us both before he lays him self down as well. I didn't last long, it took maybe five minutes of listening to Steve mumble about random things before I fell asleep.

******

I flush adding Naps to the list of things that show signs I'm a little. I take another look around and find we had barely moved an inch and now my bladder was close to going. "Bucky how much longer." I whimper out, feeling us inch further.

"I know I said ten minutes Peter but I really don't know..." He comments, I look around at the outside and give a low whine in the back of my throat. "Pete, it's ok. Just try to hang on for me." He calls back. I squirm a little and hear Sam mutter.

"He's not going to make it Buck, my apartments another twenty minutes away and with this traffic.." He trails off, Bucky glances back at him with a sigh. Both were whispering to ensure I didn't hear them but I'm pretty sure they forget my hearings better than Steve's.

"I know, but it's not like I can click my fingers and be at your apartment like that. Kid's gonna need a change when we get to yours if you don't mind." He mumbles and Sam winces.

"My apartment isn't in the best shape for a little to see right now, change him in the back of the car when I get out." He says and I pale as well as feel anger at being referred to as little. Feeling more compelled to hold onto my bladder than argue at the moment I grumble.

"Can I watch something other than this kids show?" I call out, wanting a distraction. It was clear neither man wanted me to change the channel. I frown and add a bit of a whine to my voice. "Please? A movie like brother bear or something, this show is just really boring." I complain, Sam sighs and clicks something at the front of the car and the movie soon changes to playing Brother bear and well....I kinda got sucked in and went quiet.

******

By the end of the movie we were just pulling into Sam's street, I was actually kinda proud of my self. I'd managed to hold my bladder the whole time, now I just had to get into Sam's room to piss. The moment Bucky pulls over and Sam jumps out I stare expectantly at Bucky. When he makes no move apart from going into a bag I decide to remind him of my need. "Bucky, I still gotta go. Can't I go in Sam's apartment?" I ask with a whimper, Bucky blinks in surprise and looks back at me.

"You managed to hold it?" He asks in surprise, I nod my head with an almost cocky grin on my face. "Ok...Lemme just tell Sam and I'll get ya out." He comments, climbing out the car, those lights come back on and I watch Bucky gesture to me and Sam looking a little sheepish as well as un-willing. I strain my ears but hear nothing. They keep talking and talking and talking, what are they even talking about? It can't be that important-

Oh no.

Apparently moving about to see what was going on was a big mistake because the second I moved my bladder released heavily into the diaper. "No..No...No!" I panic and shove my hands down to try and stop the flow, only to find it wasn't going to help. I sit in silence with tears collecting in my eyes as I soak the diaper. "Nonononono!" I whimper out when I finish, just then Bucky opens the car door, hand reaching for the clips when he notices my tears.

"Peter?" He asks gently and I look away from him. "Oh Pete, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you wait. Ok...lets get you changed ok?" He comments and with a small flick of his wrist the chair has moved to face him and the back is reclined. I give a small gasp of shock. "Did Tony not show you this? He made it so that if he, Stevie or Bruce had an accident then they wouldn't need to be moved." He hums, pulling the trousers off my legs I realise the chair also arched my back and legs so I wouldn't have to move. "Oh Pete, look at this. You almost leaked." He mutters in shock.

"Bucky..." I flush darkly, the older man chuckles stripping the diaper off and cleaning me up. "I've got a pair of Stevie's made for his bladder size and from the looks of it your probably pretty similar." He comments and I glare a bit.

"Bucky, I'm not a little. I won't need it like that..." I mumble and Bucky sighs, pulling the diaper up between my legs and tapping the tabs down. He pops my trousers back on quietly.

"Peter, listen I know you don't want to hear this but its almost painfully obvious that you're very much a little." I go to interrupt him but he hushes me. "Peter, you have constant bed-wetting accidents, you've already wet your self twice today, your emotional control is as good as Tony's when he's feeling little, you need constant naps and to top it off you need constant holdin' and huggin'. No matter what you say you're very much showing signs of being a little." He says warningly and I look away from him. "Peter look at me." I screw my eyes shut and shake my head. "Peter look at-" I interrupt him.

"I can't be a little! I can't!" I snap out, rubbing at my eyes well aware that I have tears in my eyes. Bucky takes my hands in his flesh one and uses his metal hand to bring my face to his.

"Can you explain to me why Peter?" His voice was soft and when I looked at him his eyes held nothing but caring, I bite my lip.

"...If I'm little can't live with Aunt May cause she's an Omega, not a caregiver, neutral, beta or Alpha. She's an Omega. If I'm little they wont let her look after me. I'll be put in one of those little adoption agencies and-and-" I start scrambling for words.

"Kid, me and the others at the tower would happily take you in." He comments and I shake my head.

"Aunt May though, I can't leave her-" Bucky sighs deeply.

"Peter, like you said. She's an omega that means at some-point...when you leave her home...." He pauses and I wince knowing what he means.

"..When I leave home she'll be giving a choice of packs she can join and she'd move in with them..." I mutter quietly. Bucky nods, letting go of my face and hands he turns the chair back around.

"I'm gonna get you to the tower, I'll send someone out to get shopping later." He mumbles, climbing back into the car and pressing something at the front. The car soon starts playing coco and ok..yeah I guess that distracted me.

******

The car lurched to a stop inside Tony's garage and I blink spotting said man working on one of his cars. Very much in big head space, taking in his attire I almost laughed. The man was in a AC/DC shirt and below that poked out a diaper. The man was fixing a car in a shirt and diaper. Hearing our car pull up he turns round and grins. "Bucky! Good to see your back!" He yells out running over. Bucky chuckles pulling him over and hugging him close.

"Hey you, is Doctor Pard here yet?" He asks with a chuckle and Tony gets this almost grumpy look on his face.

"Yeah...he gave me and Steve a check up this morning." He grumbles. "Why's he here anyways" He mutters and Bucky winces, those lights pop on again and I miss most of the conversation but he must of mentioned me being in the car because Tony had trained his eyes onto the car whilst nodding his head to whatever Bucky was saying. Then before I know it he's gone pale and squirming away from Bucky's hold.

Oh my god.

My eyes widen and a blush covers my face as I watch Bucky lower the diaper to just below Tony's sit spots and gives him a total of fifteen swats to his behind causing it to go an angry red colour. As soon as it was over he was fixing Tony's diaper and pointing to the elevator, the older man was bright red and running off to the elevator with a speed I didn't know what possible. Then Bucky was moving towards me he hadn't just spanked Tony Stark. The door opens and he reaches in undoing the straps. "Sorry bout that little guy, Tony knows that it's way too cold to be wearing nothing but a shirt and his diaper." He comments, helping me out of the chair and I flush at the sentiment. "If you're willing after you get classified and if you're a little Tony's already agreed to you becoming part of our family, Natasha and Clint are talking to Stevie and Bruce so there's that." He comments, taking my hand and leading me to the now empty elevator.

******

It didn't take long for the classifier to decide that I was in fact a little, he's estimating around a year to two years old if I was really pushing it. I felt my chest tighten at that and I couldn't face the doctor when he started talking about moving and such. Bucky had shut him down on that and apparently whilst I was with Bucky and the doctor getting classified Clint had driven over to May's house and chatted with her. A lot of my stuff was already being moved into the tower as I sat here, staring at a contract. Aunt May had just signed me over to them.

Did she not care?

"Peter?" Bucky calls my name gently and I glance at him. "You don't have to be apart of this Peter, You can say no." He says gently. I sigh a little and flush.

"I..I want to.." I mumble, Bucky nods a little as I start to read the contract.

'COL Contract

The little that is currently being looked into being brought into care is one Peter Benjamin Parker. The little will be falling under the care of :

• Natasha Romanov
• Bucky Barnes
• Nick Fury
• Phil Coulson
• Clint Barton
• Sam Wilson

At this time this caregiver (Or caregivers) have a total of 3 littles under their care, these Littles are Steven Grant Rodgers, Bruce Banner and Anthony Edward Stark, all of which agree to Peter Benjamin Parker joining the family. The little in question agrees to the care from the caregivers and will be allowed to vocalise the wish of other littles joining their caregivers care.

Peter Benjamin Parker agrees to the punishments listed below -

• Time out
• Lines
• Spanking
• Earlier Bed-time
• Removal of TV time.

• Be little at least four days a week.
• When feeling little tell one of the caregivers.
• Don't fight little space.
• If you're uncomfortable about something say so.
• Bath time every night before bed.
• Dinner is 6:30pm.
• Use your manners.
• Please, thank-you etc.
• If you want more little time just ask.
• No throwing things (Except at Bad guys.)
• Don't hold back your feelings.
• Express your feelings - Cry if you wish, laugh if you want.
• Play with other littles nicely.
• Share with others.
• Don't try to avoid wearing Diapers/Pull-ups.

Rules made specifically for Peter Benjamin Parker -

• Bed-time is 9:00pm
• Naptimes through out the day - Routine yet to be sorted at present time.
• No climbing walls/going out as Spider-man when little.

Peter Benjamin Parker allows amendments to be added to this contract as time proceeds.'

I flush looking it over and glance at Bucky. "What about School?" I ask quietly and Bucky hums.

"Well...We figured little time can happen after school once Homework's done or we leave homework till the weekend, but you need to do it." He states casually, I frown.

"No I mean...what am I gonna do about school? They put littles in 'special classes' and they don't actually learn that much and-" Bucky raises his hand slightly, hushing me.

"The school won't know. You'll be graduating early this year anyways right?" He asks, I nod and he smiles. "Then we just gotta hide it till June" He shrugs, I nod in understanding.

"Is May gonna visit me?" I whisper and Bucky smiles at me gently.

"Yes. She's moving in with a small pack Phil has control of. You remember Fitz, Simmons, Mack, Hunter, Melinda and Skye right?" He asks, I nod a little. "Well Fitz and Simmons are Omega's like her self, Hunter, Skye, Melinda and Mack are all Alpha's and they were looking for an Omega to come into the pack." He comments casually. "So she'll be around more than you think." Taking all that information in I ask a few more questions before signing. "Ok little guy, it's ten thirty so that means it's time for a nap." He hums, I give a squeak as he lifts me up into his arms and walks out the room.

"Bucky I don't need a-" I fall silent at the sight of the room.

It was decked out with a large dark oak rocking chair by a massive window, a large oak toy chest, a changing table, a massive wardrobe in the corner and two white cribs, one was occupied by a crashed out Tony who was now wearing a footed sleeper with rockets all over it. The walls were painted in light pastel blues and purples. The room just looked so inviting and so comfortable.

"Lets get you dressed and down for a nap." He mumbles, glancing at Tony with a chuckle. "Can you stand here for me whilst I make sure that Phil remembered to change Tony before he went to sleep?" He asks gently, I nod my head as I'm set on the floor. I watch him walk over to Tony's sleeping form and open the back of the sleeper suit, exposing a very large and blue diaper compared to the white one he was wearing earlier. "...Defiantly had a change" He chuckles before doing him back up and pulling the blanket snugly around Tony's body, I watch and I'll admit I can feel my eyes dropping pretty badly as he walks over to me and chuckles "Oh baby boy." He coo's and walks over to me.

"'m not a baby." I mumble, looking away as he lifts me up.

"No, of course not." He mumbles with a smile, setting me on the table he takes off my shirt and trousers, inspecting the diaper. "Don't need to pee again right?" He asks, I shake my head no and he smiles. "Ok then I've got a really call pair of pyjama's for you to wear." He says pulling out a pair of baby blue footsy pyjama's covered in little clouds. He's quick to put me in them and then starts pacing the room with me. "Lets get you to sleep." He mumbles. He paces for a while before sitting in the rocking chair, I'd never admit it but the rocking really helped me start to fall asleep.

"Buck you in-" Nick's voice starts but cuts off quickly at Bucky shushing him. "Shit, sorry is he asleep?" He whispers, I hear him move towards us and Bucky's chest vibrates with a chuckle.

"Almost, he's been constantly saying he's not little so.." He trails off and Nick snorts a little.

"Ok, there's a meeting on the common floor in ten minutes. Think he'll be out for then?" He comments and Bucky must of nodded as minutes later I hear Nick leaving the room. The rocking soon started again and Bucky's hand started to rub soothing circles. Minutes later I was falling asleep with one thought in mind.

Being a little might not be so bad.