#bamboolzed again!

“I advise against it.” Jarvis says which makes Peter frown. The ai never advised against him seeing tony which was different. “I’ll be fine. If he’s mad because of a meeting I can calm him down.” He shrugs waiting for Jarvis to start moving the elevator. There was a tense silence before the whirling of gears and movement indicated that Jarvis deemed it safe enough for him to continue.  

“Thanks Mr. Jarvis! I’ll be fine, promise.”  

“You won’t be in danger, but I advise being careful.”  

“Creepy Mr.Jarvis, but I will, don’t worry.” Peter says waiting for the doors to open. He stepped off the elevator frowning when he noticed the windows were all on lock down and everything was a mess of large gashes in the walls and couches. “U-um..Mr. Stark?”  

The demon had never been this mad before unless- “oh no.” He whispers to himself, grimacing when a blur moves towards him suddenly.  

A surprised grunt escapes him as he’s smothered into the ground by the demon. “Mr. Stark! Hey I’m fin-HEY!” He squeals trying not to laugh as his mentor's beard tickles him. There was a bunch of rumbling croons and chirps, which stopped when the demon was done snuffling him. Peter realizing what was going to happen next made him wriggle desperately. “No! NO- no come on Mr. Stark don’t” He pleads shoving at the demon’s face.  

He has enough time to squeeze his eyes shut before he felt a rush of warm breath wash over him, content rumbling starting up as the demon’s tongue dragged across his torso. “I am clean- sir! Hey stop!”

He groans eternally when the muscle did another pass over him, squirming even more now. HE had sorta gotten used to this side of Mr. Stark, but it was still not fun. He decided to just give in, letting the demon groom him to whatever was acceptable standards for a demon.  

Cautiously he opens an eye when the assault ended, glaring up at his mentor. “I was clean.” He huffs shoving again at the demon’s face, pleased when he was finally let up. He could see the amusement twinkling in those ruby red eyes, which only made him scowl deeper. The second he was able Peter scrambles to his feet, shuddering at the cool air now coming in full force due to him being damp.  

“I can walk so maybe let’s not do the whole grabbing me by the back of my suit?” He proposes pointing an accusing finger at the demon. Both sets of eyes focused on him almost completing before suddenly Mr. Stark was in his bubble again. “Or ignore me, yeah that works too.” He mumbles giving in and turning his back to the demon.

He totally didn’t squeak when he felt the back of his suit tighten. It always amazed him at how careful Mr. Stark was with him, even like this. He smiles a bit to himself, mentally bracing himself as Mr. Stark turned. Ugh this was disorienting. “I mean you have hands for a reason Mr. Stark but yeah sure this works too.” He sighs as he lightly swings from the demon’s hold, the beard lightly tickling the back of his neck.  

Much to his suspicion the demon took him to the same closest he had been using whenever he was like this. It was one against full of pillows and blankets, and now a few of his stuffed animals that were in his guest room. He lets a huff out when he’s dropped in the center.

Mr. Stark lays next to him seconds later, tucking him more against his side before the wing lazily drapes over him the demon’s knees caging him in against his mentor’s chest.

“You owe me two lab days now.” He says shoving at the knees that caged him in. He knew why this side of his mentor was out. It had to be the attack on his school the demon got like this whenever he was in danger honestly. Jarvis must’ve locked him up, which made sense. The last time Mr. Stark had got like this in public there had been news stories everywhere.  

A acknowledge purr rumbles in the chest behind him, Peter only rolling his eyes. He curls against the warmth a small sigh escaping him. “You know..I’m not like..actually your hatchling, right? I probably just smelled like you that’s why you didn’t kill me that day.”

He knew Tony didn’t exactly remember his little rampages after all. A quizzical chirp is his answer, Peter craning his neck to see the underside of the demon’s face. “This part of you remembers right? You..you totally were going to kill me that day..your teeth were bared and everything...there was blood still dripping from your mouth.” A humorless laugh escapes him, leaning heavily against the safety of his mentor.

“What..what if I didn’t smell like that? Would you have...” He trails off, his body slowly starting to tremble. He knew how close he had been to death; sharp fangs had been inches from his chest after all... The blood of the previous victims had been smeared on his suit and face until he had been groomed. A soothing croon vibrates the chest behind him, the wings draped over them drawing in tighter.  

The weight of Mr. Stark's hand resting over him. The demon rarely used his hands like this, it was always teeth. “I-I was so scared Mr. Stark you didn’t recognize me you just-” Tears well up in his eyes, a choked sob tearing from his throat. A worried and startled chirp came from his mention, everything moving. Until the demon was laying on his stomach, his face a decent few feet away. Ruby eyes focused on him intently, the weight from the demon’s hand coming back only with a gently rubbing from a finger.  

“M’ glad you didn’t I don’t...I don’t think you could’ve lived with the guilt.” He manages to get out. The demon gets in closer, the muscle darting out and wiping away the tears. He scrunched his face up trying to hold his fear in, but a soft chittering had his body shaking his sobs.  

He was being moved again, closer to the demon this time. Soon he was tucked in the crook of his mentor’s neck, a soothing purr rumbling around him. He wasn’t sure how long he sobbed into the demon’s neck, but the whole time the purr kept up, the vibrations running through his body in a comforting manner.  

Now that he was done Peter felt embarrassed, he had cried so heavily. A sniffle escapes him as he rubs his face, leaning into Mr. Stark's touch. “S-sorry..I guess..I guess it was scarier than I thought.”  

Once again, the demon moves him, the familiar beating of a heart filling his ears. He was caged in against by his mentors' knees, the wing adding another layer of warmth. He was safe. This was Mr. Stark, and the demon hadn’t ever hurt him intentionally. He takes a deep breath and grasps onto the fabric of the t-shirt letting a soft hesitant chirp out.  

Another soothing rumble came from in front of him, the demon curling more around him. Safe. He was safe and that’s all he needed to focus on.  

When Peter got out of school, he had been thrilled to go spiderman around or at the very least see Mr. Stark if the demon decided to give him a call. Everything was just perfect, which was why when his spider sense buzzed, he was expecting something small, not being stabbed in the neck, his whole world going dark. Peter groans his eyes slowly fluttering open as he woke up, going to rub his neck when he realized his hands were tied. He frowns trying to break the binds, surprised when they didn’t snap like they usually would with his Spidey powers. “W-what?” he mumbles, grimacing at how hoarse his voice sounded. He licks his lips trying to wet them. He had no idea where he was, and it was sorta freaking him out a bit.

Wait- wait he knew this design, he had seen it before, somewhere. Just as his brain was slowly catching up with that his eyes were seeing the door opened, flooding the room with light for brief moment before a figure stepped in his blood running cold.  

“Spiderman, or Peter which do you prefer?”

He grits his teeth not meeting the man’s gaze. He grimaces as he looks around the room, his heart pounding in his ears. He had no idea how Osborn found out about his identity, not only that why the hell did he kidnap him? He scowls when the man had the nerve to chuckle at his glances for an exit.  

“Don’t bother, I’ve made this room special for you. I’ve seen your work so there’s no way you’ll get through these walls.” Osborn’s tone made Peter want to punch him, but hey he wasn’t immature, so he held back. “You’re truly remarkable, a normal human with hybrid abilities but not visual changes”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to lie yelping when Osborn slammed his hands down on the desk with a sharp grin on his face. “Oh, don’t give me that, I’ve seen your work, not only that a normal human would’ve died if injected by a dart meant to take an elephant out.”

“Not only that someone is very adamant about finding you little spider, but I also mean why else would Tony stark, the tech genius of the world be interested in a kid. Sure, you’re smart but you’re not special.” Osborn says stepping back and setting something on the table before unrolling it, that fear hitting him again. “What..what are those?” Peter asks quietly glancing up at the man.  

“Well, you are a scientific wonder Peter.” He picks up tool that Peter didn’t even want to know the name of. “This needs to be documented.”

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Tony was worried there was no way around it. Peter hadn’t shown up at his job considering when he called Devon the man had no idea where Peter was as he wasn’t working to today. So, he should expect to see spiderman swinging around anytime. An hour passed and nothing, so he called and called and called. Each time her heard peter’s voicemail the more his anxious feeling started building until it was tearing through his logical thinking process. Soon his mind was screaming at him to find his lost hatchling and it was scratching at his head making any other thought hard.  

FIND FIND FIND HATCHLING WHERE FIND

He grits his teeth squeezing his eyes shut as the full force of instincts started washing over him. It shouldn’t have been possible; he had recently had the boy tucked away to prevent the more feral side of him from coming out. For whatever reason that didn’t seem to matter the beast inside him shrieking and clawing inside his mind. His head was pounding as his mind screamed at him to find his hatchling, it was starting to get unbearable. “Jarvis- fuck...Jarvis tell Pepper that we have a problem.”  

All his thoughts were growing more and more scrambled, a whirlwind of needing to find Peter manifesting making his creature riot inside of him. He hadn’t been out of control of himself for a very long time and truthfully it was terrifying. “Pepper has been alerted sir, I advise you get to the ‘Feral’ room you built” Jarvis speaks, the concerning in his voice was nice, but the fact the cell was brought up made his creature tear free from his mind.

His logical thinking flashed away in moments all that was left was the need to find his hatchling. Clawed hands dug into the window frame as the demon looked out into the city before an animalistic shriek filled the air and the demons' wings snapped open. There was a cry of alarm behind Tony before he dove down into the streets. All the beast needed was to find the boy’s scent and everything would be found. Shouts of joy soon turning to terror as the demon tore through New York, buildings being gouged as the claws dug into brick, wood and other various building materials.  

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Peter gagged as he saw Norman swirl a vial of his blood a curious look on the man’s face. Peter secretly hoped that this would be all the man would want and he would be let go, but obviously that wasn’t going to fly with how Norman looked to him. “Don’t look so disturbed, this isn’t all I’m going to need.”

“Let me go, I don’t belong to you.” Peter snaps his heart pounding in his chest. He attempts to glare but with his blood being drawn so many times he just feels woozy. Whatever blood he had left froze when Norman laughed.  It didn’t sound right, hell it made every alarm bell of his Spidey sense revolt in panic.  

“Oh, but your door. The spider that bit you? That was Osborn Corp’s special little project, so you little spider belong to me.”

No. Nononono  

“That’s not how that works! I’m a person!” Peter yelps, his eyes wide. He flinches when Norman laughs again, taking a syringe filled with..with something he wasn’t keen on learning about. “You were a volunteer; your school isn’t very good as reading contracts hmm?” Taunting, smug, everything in that tone made Peter’s skin crawl. He wanted Mr. Stark.  

“Mr. Stark is going to find you.”  

“That biblical horror? Ha I’d like to see him try, not only that what would he do? You're too much legal trouble for the company.”  

Mr. Stark would come for him. Norman didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Though the small doubt started to trickle in. He was just an order, something that could easily be replaced..maybe this was the push that Mr. Stark needed to finally wash his hands off him. He looked away, yelping again when he felt the needle plunge into his wrist.  

“Let's see how you shoot your webs hmm?” Norman practically purrs, the curiosity burring in his eyes making Peter’s stomach lurch. There was no way the man was actually going to do a live dissection of him..right? There was no way- that was a scalpel. “This- this is highly unethical!” he squeaks out, yanking against the restraints on the chair. The panic building up even more.  

“I numbed the area, besides this is science. Everyone always wants to know how mutants work.” The lack of concern or worry nearly made Peter throw up. He wanted his dad; he NEEDED his dad right now. His breath catches in his throat as Norman grabs his hand, forcing his fist open. Much to his horror he couldn’t feel it, he couldn’t look away. “No! Nonono! MR. STARK!” He screams tearing his gaze away from his wrist. He felt sick, more so when the pressure increased on his wrist.

“I don’t even make my webs like that!” He shrieks, trying to yank his hand back, his chest heaving as he looked around wildly for an escapee. This was a nightmare, god he didn’t want to look he couldn’t. He knew it was going to be blood and- and there was going to be tendons and bone- His thoughts were thrown off track as he gagged, crying out for Mr.Stark again.

The smell of blood increased as Norman started poking around INSIDE his wrist- inside..what was he even looking for? This had to be illegal, there was no way that the law would allow this.

“Hmm I guess I could find something to distract you, all this screaming is very distracting.”  

The small TV in the room flicked on the news playing at a volume he was unable to hear. He couldn’t think. Panic swirled through his mind making any thought other than GET AWAY pale in comparison. Just as he started to smell the sickening coppery tang of blood the news flashed a familiar face before a video showed. The eyes were the first thing Peter noted, red murky eyes. There weren’t any pupils, as usual, but he saw the anger and worry practically bleeding in the color.

“M-Mr. Stark.” The demon was looking for him. The demon- oh- OH the demon was feral.

“Huh..would you look at that, you are something important. Last time the monster looked like he was looking for his precious little assistant.” Peter heard Norman say. The pressure from his wrist was gone and his adrenaline was up. He needed to find his dad, he needed to get him to calm down.

An icy cold feeling washed over him before he yanked his arms up with as much strength and effort as he could muster. TO his surprise the restraints snapped off with little resistance and accidentally clipped Norman in the face on the way up. He...got out of restraints made for Steve? Nope he couldn’t focus on that right now. He kicked his feet hard, and ripped the waist belt off immediately. He briefly recognized that Norman was doubled over in pain, red smearing the floor under him. Good bastard deserved it.

His legs moved before he could process anything, slamming against the door which gave almost immediately. There were alarms that screamed around him almost as loud as his heart pounding in his head. He just wanted out- he needed out! He needed to see his dad and- and make sure he hadn’t accidentally hurt anyone in this state. He was aware of eyes staring at him as he ran through the halls, the coppery smell nearly choking him. He..he had left the room though, the room with Norman inside.  

He gags, stumbling slightly before catching himself and slamming the doors open, the glass shattering as he bursts onto the streets. Dad- Dad had to be here somewhere. The lights were too bright, and the sounds made his head throb even worse than the alarms from the building. He was moving again, his legs straining as he spirited. Where was he even going? How was he going to..what was he doing?

He chokes back frustrated sobs, looking around wildly, though he couldn’t see much. It was too bright, and everything blended together like ink bleeding into each other. “D-Dad!” HE cries out cringing at his own voice. Too loud! It was all-  

He needed somewhere quiet, he needed to be safe.  

Mr. Stark was safe, and warm. He whimpers as he slams into something rough, digging into his skin in a way that made his stomach lurch violently. Safe he just wanted- was he sitting down?

Something wet was streaming down his face was it raining- no it..it was bright too bright.

“DAD!” He screams, or whispers? He cries out again curling up. The ground was cold and rough, a violent shudder wracking through his body. Then the copper smell hit him again gagging immediately. He unconsciously looked to the source of the smell, his eyes going wide in horror as he looked to his wrist. Clean cuts pulling the skin back letting him get a hellish view of what was happening in his body. He looks away immediately, bile rising up his throat. He couldn’t deal with that right now he just- he couldn’t. HE whimpers bringing his knees up to his chest before squeezing his eyes shut begging for everything to just stop.

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Peter wasn’t sure how long he spent curled up, but the second he heard the familiar sound of wings snapping shut he tried scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide as he looked up. The swirly vision of Mr. Stark slowly started processing in his mind.  

“Dad?” He whimpers raising his hands up, desperate to be safely tucked against his mentor's chest. He felt too small. He wanted to feel safe again. MR. Stark was safe.

Something cupped his cheek clumsily, a stinging pain making him cry out in surprise. The hand retracted immediately, the sound of someone stumbling back making his heart seize. “No! NO DAD! Please- please don’t leave!” He cries, forcing himself to take a small step forward, his legs shaking like jello. Tears blurred his vision even more, making him wobble on his feet.  He begs stumbling forward before starting to tip towards...towards the ground? He face planted into something warm and smooth; it felt like heaven compared to the ground or his clothes- everything was just too much, and he wanted it to stop. He presses his face more into the soft fabric with a small whine. The familiar scent of moter oil and expensive cologne soothed his nerves, coaxing him to focus on the demon’s heartbeat and steady intake of the lungs.  

It was silent for a moment before a croon rumbled in the demon’s chest. A small whine immediately came from Peter knowing full well that Mr. Stark's instincts responded more to noises rather than words. He wasn’t sure he could talk much either, his throat aching from crying and screaming. A soothing purr slowly started coming from Mr. Stark, the intensity of it vibrating the chest his face planted in and tickling his cheeks. He whimpers in response pressing closer. He wanted to go home, he wanted to feel safe again. His wrist was probably healed by now and whatever else Norman had done but it still ached like the wounds were still open.  

There weren’t any complaints from him as Mr. Stark pulled back and started shifting him around, wings fluttering in annoyance like the demon couldn’t figure out something. Peter couldn’t bring himself to be too worried about it, however, how could he? He was safe, his dad was here.  

He blinks in surprise as he’s turned around, the demon snuffling the collar of his jacket before warm breath tickled his neck. “M’s too big.” he voices catching onto to the demon as trying to do. There was a small grunt of annoyance, but he was tucked against the demon’s chest, wings snapping around them both in a protective manner. Finally, the too bright of the world faded, a sigh of relief escaping him as he squeezed his eyes shut. Mr. Stark really made things better. Then the demon started moving him again making him mewl in protest, squirming a bit before a light growl warned him to stop.

Peter fell still letting the demon maneuver him until he was practically cradled against the demon like a baby. If he didn’t crave contact or emotional support right now, he would’ve been incredibly embarrassed and probably try to escape the demon’s hold. Right now, however, he just let it happen, only voicing his displeasure when the wings opened. There was a gust of wind and the demon started moving at a rapid pace before the wind started to press more against his face, so he whined and hid his face in his mentor’s chest.  

He wasn’t paying much attention anymore, the rumble of a purr making him lose any trace of thought as they flew through the air. There was the occasional croon or reassuring chirp but other than that their flight was quiet. HE wasn’t ever sure when they landed, all he knew was that he was being set down on something ridiculously soft. He groans and chances opening his eyes surprised to see that they’re back at the tower, and..in Mr. Stark's room? It was better than the beams, maybe Mr. Stark realized it wouldn’t be safe with him like this. A surprised squeak escapes him as he’s pulled back to the demon’s chest, wings lazily draping over him. He briefly registered that Mr.Stark was feral, he had seen that on the screen after all.

“Mr. Stark? Are..are you...” He trails off his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He didn’t exactly get a response, just the purr increasing as he was smushed more again by Mr. Stark, the demon obviously cuddling him.  

“R-right okay..um..I’ll just ah..take a nap I guess?” He waits for a response, the only one he got was a quiet hum before the purring returned full force. Well, he couldn't deny a nap..he just hoped when Mr. Stark came too, he would still be asleep so he could avoid the embarrassment.  He takes a deep breath before allowing himself to relax, just relishing the feeling of the demon practically curled around him. At least he wasn’t being groomed this time.

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Tony wasn’t sure when the fog had finally lifted and he could think for himself again, but he wasn’t too focused on that, more so he was focused on the body curled into him. Soft breaths made the boy’s chest rise and fall a peaceful look on his face. It was almost perfect..minus the fact he could smell blood and the angry red scratches on the boy’s cheek matched his claws. He..he hadn’t hurt the kid in his blind rage. Right?

The silence seemed to thicken as he looked at the scratches, the dread slowly choking him with each passing second. He wouldn’t hurt the kid..right? He couldn’t- Peter was precious, something to be protected he would never...

But he had.

Guilt settled in his gut like a stone, the demon slowly pulling away from the boy, ignoring the small whine of protest. He just had to leave- he had to leave before Peter woke up and started crying because he was terrified. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He had started seeing the boy as his kid, which was incredibly selfish of him, Peter already had a loving family after all there was no reason for him.  

He lets a sigh of relief out as he manages to pull away without waking Peter up. “I..I’m sorry peter.” He murmurs, grimacing at how rough his voice sounded. How long had he been feral? Had he... he hurt Peter this whole time like a cat playing with its prey. He flinches at the thought, his wings tucked firmly against his back in shame. That’s where the cuts on the boy’s face came from and..and the almost healed on his wrist. Something about that cut seemed wrong, however, it looked cleaner than the jagged cuts on Peter’s face.  

There wasn’t much time to process that information before Peter started waking up, the boy scrunching face up before springing up in what looked like a panic. “Mr.Stark!”  

tony couldn’t help but stumble back in surprise and guilt. He had probably scared the living daylights out of the kid. God peter was probably just about to tell him to leave. He grimaces and holds his hands up slowly. “Hey- hey easy I’m leaving it’s okay.” He murmurs making sure to keep his tone soft and gentle. He turns around nearly falling when he feels the kid slam into him, grasping onto his suit like a lifeline.

“P-Peter kid I-” he swallows thickly not daring to move. Peter whines in response, a noise that made his heart ache for the small thing. “PLease..I..PLease I don’t want to be alone Mr.Stark.” Peter’s voice sounded so weak, almost like he was about to start crying.  

“Kid..I hurt you, you don’t have to do this.”  

“You didn’t hurt me! Well..ah a little but it wasn’t..you didn’t..please Mr.Stark please just stay with me.”  

Tony lets a shaky breath out, chancing a glance at the kid. He wasn’t too surprised to see that peter had buried his face into the base of his wings, his hands grasping the suit in a knuckle white grip. All he wanted to do was leave, to let Peter process what had happened but...the kid didn’t want him to leave. “Alright..okay. I’m not going to leave. Come here little bite.”  

He shifts, reaching for he kid slowly, making sure his clawed hands never brushed against the boy’s skin. He had already cut him once. Peter moved with little resistance, pressing up next to him like he was afraid he’d be snatched. What had happened when he went feral?  

“Osborn..he..he knows.”

“What?”  

“He found out I’m spiderman Mr.Stark he- he" A sob tears from the boy’s chest only making the dread in Tony’s chest grow. He lightly runs his knuckles down Peter’s back waiting for the kid to finish. He didn’t exactly want to hear it, but he knew he had too.  

“He..it- Dad he was gonna dissect me.” The wail that came from his kid’s mouth would haunt him for years. The pure hopelessness and despair in his tone crawled under his skin leaving him speechless. “He was WHAT?” He asks keeping his tone neutral for now. The last thing Peter needed was to be freaked out any more than he was.

“He- he took my blood! And- he has my blood and- Dad! It- my wrist!”  

Peter barely made any sense with how hard he was sobbing but what Tony understood made his anger skyrocket. How- how dare that hack touch HIS snack. Wait, was Peter calling him ‘dad?’ No. That wasn’t something to focus on right now he needed to comfort Peter.

“Shh it’s alright bambino, I’ve gotcha. That science genius want to be isn’t going to get anywhere near you.” It’s hard to keep the protective snarl out of his tone knowing that his kid got hurt and he hadn’t even been the one to save him in time. Yes, it was nearly healed but the thin pink lines didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Peter sobs into his chest and in that moment, Tony felt completely helpless. There wasn’t a legal way he could get back at Osborn without bringing Peter into the limelight as not only spiderman but his order from PTG! Which would bring the lowest of the low reporters attacking Peter with questions the boy shouldn’t have to deal with.

“J-Just hold me- please I don’t- I want inside please.”

Tony sucks in a breath looking down at the kid. As much as he wanted to at the moment, he didn’t exactly have a suit from the company. While he could do it the old-fashioned way, he wasn't sure where he had put the materials. “How about we just cuddle on the couch kid? You don’t have your suit.” He points out, gingerly running his hand through the boy’s curls.  

“Nooo please?” Peter whines looking up at him. God the kid was ridiculously good at puppy dog eyes. “Pete, kid, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re a bit bigger than a mouthful.” He points out, brushing wayward curls of hair out of the boy’s face. Peter of course pouted at that making Tony chuckle. “Listen, how about we bundle you in a blanket and lay down hmm? It’ll be similar enough.”

Peter seemed to contemplate the compromise before nodding, a small smile on his face. It didn’t quite match the look in Peter’s eyes. Tony’s own smile falters a tad at the looks before he forced himself to move on. “Alright, let’s get this party started then.” He goes to move away pausing when he realizes that Peter was stuck to him. The kid hadn’t done that in ages, which only made his anger boil more. “Are we going Kola bear now?”

“Yeah...carry me?” Peter asks quietly, the grip on his suit briefly tightening before loosening. Despite the reason why Peter was requesting this he couldn’t help but smile slightly. It wasn’t often Peter made genuine requests like this. He sighed dramatically moving until he was able to scoop the boy up into his arms, one arm behind Peter’s knees and the other keeping his upset half from going floppy.

“I’ve gotcha kiddo. I promise that I will always have your back. No matter what.”  

Peter seemed to relax at the statement letting a small breath out and resting his head in the room of the demon’s neck. He didn’t blame the boy for feeling exhausted after today he was surprised Peter was even up. Tony lets a tired breath out and starts moving to the couch, Snagging the boy’s favorite blanket from eh back of the sofa. “I even got your favorite blanket you spoiled little snack.” He teases before shifting Peter to properly bundle the boy up.

“Oh! The soft one.”Peter hums in delight, that haunted look in his eyes drowned out by the spark of contentment. Tony nods as he tucks it around the boy, “The soft one.” He repeats laying on the couch, making sure his wings draped over the edge of the couch. Peter rested heavily against his chest, a moment of silence washing over them before he felt peter shimmy down, pressing his face into his gut. Tony rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment on the switch and instead just runs a hand through Peter’s hair.  

They stayed like that for a while, Tony letting Peter rest and just relax while he let both May and Devon know the kid was safe. He had things to figure out for sure, like how to properly kick Osborn's ass without question as to why he was kicking his ass. That and have a better way of tracking the kid and possibility some sort of system like PTG! They had with their suits. It would certainly make getting the kid to a safe place in a battle easier.  

Not only that figure out why Peter was triggering his more feral side so often, it shouldn’t be possible hell even the fact he wasn’t going into a bloodlust when being feral was a miracle.  

For now, however, he just adjusted the blanket more around the sleeping boy relishing the quiet.