#bio son

Thank you so much!!🥰 And that’s an amazing idea!! 💗💖 (in this Peter’s spider-man but Tony doesn’t know yet!)

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Tony, rightfully, was fucking terrified. 

Peter was 30 minutes past curfew, hadn’t texted, called, told him he would be late. He was just walking home from Ned’s. 

What had happened? Was he hurt?! The thought of his little boy getting kidnapped, or lying, bleeding, in an alleyway, was too much to bear. 

And to make matters even worse, the boy’s tracker had been dismantled. He didn’t know if Peter had done it himself, God he was smart enough, or if some had taken him and Peter... No. No, he couldn’t think about that.

Before he knew it, he was in his Iron Man suit, about to burst through the roof of the penthouse, before a small, shaking voice interrupted him.

“Dad?” 

“Peter!!” He rushed over to the small boy. “Oh, baby!! Oh god, are you hurt?! Are you okay, sweetheart?!” Frantically he patted him down, searching for injuries. “Oh, Pete!! Where were you?! Are you hurt?!”

“I-I’m okay, Dad. I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure? FRI, does Peter have any-”

“I’m fine!! I just- I got distracted, I’m sorry-”

Now that he was sure Peter was okay, his fear and terror was replaced by anger. “You got distracted?” he snapped. “How the fuck- there- how the hell would you get distracted?! Peter, you scared me to fucking death!”

“Dad, I-I,” he began.

No!! No, I don’t want excuses, Peter! There was no reason for you to take this long!!” he yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered.

“You’re fucking sorry?! I was so worried, Peter! I thought you were kidnapped!!”

Peter didn’t know how to explain that he was kidnapped. And had escaped in under fifteen minutes from those assholes, but he was so far away from the tower in took him another fifteen to get back home. 

“I- Dad- I-” 

“No. No, I don’t want to hear it!” Tony took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. But god... Peter had terrified him. Where the fuck had he been?!

Massaging his forehead with one hand, he looked up, worried, hearing whimpers. “Pete?”

To his horror, tears were flowing freely down his son’s face. “Oh, no, Peter-”

“No. No, it’s okay,” Peter mumbled. “Just leave me alone.” He sprinted for the stairs and raced up them. 

Tony stared in shock, hurt and guilt filling his chest. He made Peter cry.

This was all his fault.

(maybe not all of it, but it sure felt like that)

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He didn’t know what to do. He just hovered anxiously by the boy’s door, a lump forming in his throat.

Peter was sobbing.

He wanted- no, needed, to stop his tears.

Finally, he gathered up the courage to knock. Slowly, he opened the door and peeked in. “Pete?”

“Go away!” came the teary, muffled voice. The boy’s face was pressed into his pillow.

“Oh Peter...” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

That only made Peter sob harder. Tony’s heart clenched, and before he knew it, he was sitting on Peter’s mattress.

“Petey...”

“I’m sorry!! I’m sorry, Daddy!! I’m so sorry!!” he cried. “Daddy, I’m sorry!!”

Tony couldn’t breathe. “No, Pete, please, don’t be sorry, bambino. It’s okay!”

“No!! No, it’s not, I’m sorry!!” 

Tony pulled the small boy into his lap, stroking his hair. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and rocked them back and forth gently, hugging him tightly.

Peter muffled his sobs into his chest, crying almost hysterically. Tony tried desperately to calm him, scared he would have an asthma attack, and hating the sound of his distress.

He rubbed circles on his back, kissing his temple over and over again, murmuring his love over and over . “It’s okay, Peter, I’m not mad at you. It’s okay, baby. I love you so, so much, okay? I’m so sorry I yelled, I just got really worried about you. I love you so much, Petey. I love you.”

Eventually Peter’s crying died down and he snuggled into his father’s warm, safe arms. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Tony shook his head and squeezed him close. “No, Peter, no. It’s not your fault, tesoro, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I was just scared. Please, don’t be sorry.”

“’S’okay, Daddy. It’s not your fault.” Peter sniffed. 

After a long pause, in which only Peter’s sniffles and Tony’s comforting humming could be heard, the boy spoke up. “Can we watch Star Wars?”

Tony laughed, relieved. There was the Peter he knew. “Of course we can, baby. Of course.” He kissed his small button nose. “Do you want some ice cream and cookies to go with that?”

Peter giggled, one of the sounds Tony loved most in the world. “Yeah. That’s sound good.”

Peter still sounded a bit sad, and the reason he was so late would have to be discussed, but for now, Tony was just so so grateful that he could hold his son close in this moment. Protect him. And never let go.

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He believed, without a doubt, that there was no joy for him.

And then Peter came.

Peter, his precious, giggly, chubby baby. 

His very own angel.

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Tony pulled himself from the arms of sleep, throwing off his covers and stretching. He yawned and put on his slippers, walking over to the small crib by his bed.

The man poked his head over the bed, smiling. 

Peter was still asleep, his tiny hand in his mouth, clutching his Iron Man teddy bear. Somehow, he had tangled the soft, fuzzy yellow sheets all around him. He had always been a restless sleeper, though he had slept through the relatively peaceful night.

Tony bent over and stroked his soft cheek with a finger. “Petey,” he cooed. “Are you up, sweetheart?”

Peter’s eyes fluttered and he made an adorable snuffling sound. He gave a tiny yawn, then rolled over and opened his eyes blearily.

As soon as he focused on his father, he beamed, fingers still in his mouth. “Daddy!!” 

“Right here, bambino,” he said softly.

The little toddler reached out his arms, and Tony was happy to pick the boy up.

“Daddy!” he mumbled. “Hi!!”

“Hi, Petey!” his father replied, with matched enthusiasm. He tickled his belly, making him shriek with laughter. 

“No!! Daddy, no!!” he giggled. 

“Okay, munchkin,” Tony said. “Let’s get some food in you, hmm?”

“Pancakes!! Pancakes, Daddy! Pwease!!”

Peter loved pancakes.

“Of course, sweetheart!” Never would he deny Peter’s request to eat pancakes.

Both father and son stayed in their pajamas for the morning, as it was a Sunday. Tony knew, though, the soon Peter would be jumping up and down, asking to go to the park, or visit his Uncle Rhodey.

He sat Peter down in his high chair, running a hand through his soft curls. 

The little boy grinned toothily. “ ‘Nanas!! I have ‘nanas, Daddy! Pwease!!” Peter gestured wildly to the bunch of bananas on the table. Tony smiled at his difficulty to pronounce the word correctly.

“Of course, baby. Let me cut them up for you.” He quickly sliced up the cream-colored fruit, putting them in a bowl. “Here you are, young sir!” he teased.

“T’anks!!” 

As Peter started on his bananas, Tony began mixing up pancake batter. Peter loved small, fluffy pancakes, and luckily, he had just the special recipe.

Before she got sick, his mother would make them for him every Sunday.

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Once they finished their breakfast, Tony carried his little boy upstairs. He sat down in the comfy leather arm chair, hugging Peter close. Kissing his son’s temple, he asked, “So Pete, what do you want today? The Very Hungry Caterpillar?”

Peter nodded cheerily and snuggled closer. “Otay, Daddy!!

Tony read colorful, cheerful books to Peter for about half an hour, till Peter started squirming. After finishing Cat in the Hat, he wiggled around and sat up fully. 

“Daddy? Can we go ousside?” 

Tony smiled. “Of course, Petey. Do you want to have a picnic?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes!! Pwease!” he cried. “Picnic!!”

“Okay, then! Let’s go get dressed, huh?”

He pulled on a sweatshirt and jeans, then dressed Peter in a soft light-blue shirt and shorts. 

Then the father pulled out a tube of baby-safe sunscreen and began rubbing it into Peter’s soft, sensitive skin.

“No!! Is icky!! Daddy!!” he whined. “No!!”

“Oh, Pete. I know you don’t like it, but we have to protect your skin!” Tony explained.

Peter grumbled, but let him rub it all over him.

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Peter’s arm stretched all the way up to clutch Tony’s hand, and in his other arm he held Iron Bear, the name of his teddy. He never went anywhere without it.

The boy was chatting all about the dream he had had last night, which involved a big green horse, a rocket, and Tony turning into a strawberry bush. 

Tony laughed at the creativity of of his son’s mind, though slightly concerned all the same. A bush? Really?

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They followed a little creek, ignoring the trails, because Tony knew the best place to avoid paparazzi. He picked up Peter to climb the hill, because it would be hard to scale with his little legs.

There he laid the soft red picnic blanket out, setting Peter down and handing him a sippy cup full of juice. “I need you to drink all of that, Petey. Do you think you can?”

“Yes!! ‘Course I can, Daddy!”

Tony laughed and kissed his soft curls. “Of course you can.”

Tony dug into the bag and pulled out crackers and a container of mac and cheese. 

Peter laughed and spilled a bit of juice down his chin. “Mac an’ cheese! T’ank you!!” 

Tony gently wiped his chin with a napkin. What did he do to deserve this amazing little boy?

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After their lunch, Peter wore himself out by racing around, staying close by Tony and pointing out little things he never would have seen.

“Daddy!! It’s a birdy!!”

“A caderpillar!!”

“Look at the flower, Daddy!! Look look!!”

“Wow, Pete, that’s pretty cool!”

He loved his baby boy with his heart and soul and everything he had.

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Eventually, though, it was Peter’s nap time, and the boy was already sleepy from his long day.

“Petey, are you tired? Do you wanna go home?” Tony asked.

The tiny boy nodded, yawning and held out his arms to be picked up. Tony settled him on his hip, kissing his temple.

“I love you, Peter,” he murmured. “I love you so much, baby.”

Peter looked up blearily, smiling, and mumbled, “I love you too, Daddy.”

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Brandon (or Bio Son as i like to call him) is a selfish little snit.. (he’s a teenager lol), but i know from the FIRST EPISODE that he was like that. He drove her to Tijuana or wherever to get Jude, which was very nice (bio son to the rescue), however he 1) had a music recital that people had planned on watching him perform in, and then 2) didn’t let one of his THREE parents know where he was going. He’s apparently a pretty good kid so he’s trying to help but like, he puts himself in such a stupid position. Then he keeps blowing off his gf (she’s a psycho bitch but thats not the issue), and is making all these gooey eyes at this girl living in his house. Callie at least doesn’t seem to really be falling for it. Even if she is attracted to him, she’s looking out for herself and her brother because she had to grow up quicker and understands this is temporary.