Peter Parker
- Peter
- Tony Stark
- Steve Rogers
Parker
JUST. PERFECT.
“Tony. Can I ask why you’re carrying around a small infant?” Natasha had her arms crossed in suspicion as she took in the sight of Tony and Steve walking into the Avengers meeting room with a baby in a car seat.
“We adopted him.” Steve spoke confidently, the proud, new father smile was quite suiting on him. “His name is Peter.”
“Well aren’t you a cute, little, wrinkly mess.” Clint was the first to step up and baby talk to child, prodding at its cheeks.
“You guys adopted a baby?” Banner eyed the child but not nearly as much as he looked over Tony.
“Yes, we’ve been thinking about this for a long time and the agency sent us the news last week that they’d found us a match and why are you all looking at us like that?”
“So what you’re saying is… Tony’s a parent?” Natasha didn’t hesitate to speak what was on everyone’s mind.
Tony arched his eyebrow but for once he stayed silent.
“He’s actually better with Peter than I am…”
Steve not only saw, but he could literally feel everyone’s heads tilt ever-so slightly in confusion or astonishment, or perhaps what he said caused their brains to unhook simultaneously.
“After the serum, baby’s were always afraid of me… it’s taking me and Peter a little while to get used to each other.”
“Little squirt loves me though. Of course, who wouldn’t?” Tony grinned smugly as he picked up the child from the car seat and rocked him in his arms, causing the small boy to giggle wildly.
“How about that.” Banner mumbled, an amused smile spreading across his lips.







