#skeeter-110

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Tony awoke to the sound of crying. 

It wasn’t unusual, unfortunately, but the piercing wails coming from his baby boy sounded pained.

And that terrified him.

He bolted up and rushed to the crib near his bed. Peter’s eyes were open, swollen and red, tears tracks running down his face. The little baby was gumming on his sleeve sadly and whimpering.

“Oh, Petey,” Tony murmured. The boy’s big, warm brown eyes shifted to him. His father gently scooped him from the crib and cradled him in his arms. “What’s wrong, bambino?”

Peter let out a small cry in response. He sniffled and buried his head in Tony’s broad chest.

“Jarvis? What’s wrong with him?” he asked anxiously. 

“Sir, it appears that Peter is in the stage commonly called ‘teething.’”

Of course.

“Oh, baby,” Tony murmured. He gently pried the boy’s mouth open with a finger. Just as he had guessed, there was a little bump protruding from his gums. “Oh, sweetheart. That must hurt, huh?” He bounced Peter in his arms. 

“Jarvis? Speed order a teething ring, teething tubes, anything else.”

“Of course.” There was a pause, then. “The arrival time is approximately two hours, sir.”

Tony frowned. That was two hours of Peter in pain. “Get it to come faster.” 

“Apologies, sir, but this is fast as they can deliver.”

He sighed. Fuck. The next few hours were going to be painful for the both of them.

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Peter had been crying for a full half hour now, and Tony felt about ready to join him. He hated seeing his baby in so much pain. Peter gummed on his little hand, drool dripping down his chin. Carefully he took a soft cloth and soaked it in cold water, then offered in to Peter. Immediately, he latched onto it and clutched in with his tiny hands, gnawing the fabric.

His crying ceased and he whimpered slightly. When Tony looked carefully into his bambi eyes, he felt a jolt of fear, as they were glazed over and not focusing on anything. 

“Petey? Pete? Are you okay, baby? Jarvis, is he okay?” he asked urgently.

“It appears, sir, that young Peter has acquired a temperature of 101. 2 ℉. While not extremely dangerous for infants, I would recommend attempting to lower his fever.”

“How the hell do I do that?!” He said it louder than he had meant to, causing Peter to cry out. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Shh, tesoro, I’m right here.”

Once Peter calmed, Jarvis spoke. “Sources suggest, lukewarm baths, cool drinks and fluids, adjusting of clothing, and comforting your child.”

Okay. Okay, he could do that.

Peter barely fussed during his bath, occasionally dragging his hand through the thin layer of bubbles and looking vaguely curious. Tony supposed that it was good he was taking interest in things, right?

He dressed the baby in his light summer pajamas, which were made of soft, airy material and colored with blue and white polka dots. He got Peter to drink a small amount of chilled milk, then sat them on the couch, propping him up in his lap.

He cuddled Peter in his arms, stroking his flushed cheeks and kissing his little nose. The baby starting yanking at his ears, wailing, and Tony had to hold his hands gently in fear he would hurt himself. 

He tried everything he knew to stop the boy’s tears. He hugged him close against his heart, humming Italian lullabies. 

But Peter didn’t stop his whimpering, and Tony realized, with terror, that there were things he could not fix.

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Finally, finally, the teething toys arrived. Tony hurriedly offered a blue teething tube to Peter, who took it with sticky fingers and stuck it in his mouth. 

Tony sighed with great relief as Peter gnawed on the tube, seeming to calm almost immediately. His baby squirmed forward, leaning his head on Tony’s stomach. The man smiled and kissed the boy’s little head and thin curls.

“I love you, Petey.” The child looked up at him with big, wide eyes. “I love you. So, so much.”

And Peter, for the first time that day, smiled a little and giggled.

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@imissyoutoo @tonystark-deserves-better

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Haha yeah I remember that 🙄😝

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Peter was pretty upset the whole ride home, trying not to cry while his Uncle Happy looked worried

He bursts through the door of the penthouse and sprints to his room

Tony’s in a meeting so Happy texts him and obviously Tony gets super worried when hears that Peter’s upset and speeds away in his suit

Everyone in the meeting is like “Ugh there goes Stark again now we have to reschedule”

Tony hurries to Peter’s room and knocks on the door quietly

He’s like, super scared because he can hear Peter crying

But Peter’s like “Go away I don’t wanna talk”

He doesn’t really know what to do, so he kinda just decides to respect Peter and go downstairs

He makes brownies and pasta for Pete (homemade)

Tony has a pretty good idea about what happened now, so he goes back upstairs with the brownies 

He asks Peter if he can come in, and the boy kinda grunts so he takes that as a yes

Carefully he sits on the soft bed and rubs circles on Pete’s back

He’s like, “Are you feeling okay, sweetheart? Do you need anything?” and basically being an OverprotectiveDad™

Finally Peter opens up and is like “She broke up with me”

Tony’s ready to kill “her” for breaking Peter’s heart but the boy assures him tearily that it’s not that bad

I mean, they lasted like 3 days together, but still

They eat brownies on the couch together with Peter leaning against Tony, wiping tears from his eyes

Eventually they watch Lilo and Stitch, and Tony makes popcorn

Peter calms down later because he actually never really liked Dayna much

He didn’t even why they dated 🤷‍♀️

Peter falls asleep in Tony’s lap, and Tony carefully wipes the tear stain from his face and strokes his curls

And they’re both happy

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Happy FFWF! 

Hmm.... I know Clint in the vents is an older one, but it always makes me laugh! XD And how Peter can’t thermoregulate is such an amazing trope!

(I know there are more I love but my memory is terrible!)

Happy very late FFWF! So sorry this took so long!

My family and friends do know I write fanfic. My friends want me to show them my writing, and I have to a few! My family knows as well, and my parents are pretty supportive!

Happy FFWF!! 

Good question! Usually I take the main plot and turn it into a title. Or I use dialogue that was important!

Sometimes my titles are just bland and un-descriptive though😬