I got so many requests for baby Peter, so here you go.

This shit is un-edited because I'm a lazy motherfucker :)

“Hey Mr. Stark?” Peter had been in Tony’s lab all day, and he was getting thirsty (Not that way, you dirty minded Cucumber.)

“Yeah, kid?”

“I’m thirstyyyyyyy” Peter dragged out the last part, just because he knew Tony thought it was annoying.

“Alright, alright.” Tony got up and opened the fridge.

There was two cups on the second shelf. One was water, and one was de-aging formula. Shit.

Tony closed his eyes and picked one up, well if this isn’t the water, he’s screwed.

Tony shrugged and made his way over to Peter.

“Here you go kid.” Tony handed the cup to him. Peter snatched it with a quick thank you, and chugged it,

“Jesus kid, you can’t be that dehydrated.”

“I’m not, just thirsty.”

“Oh, shit. Mr. Stark.”

“What?”

Then Peter was gone.

“Where the fuck did my kid go!” Tony moved Peters shirt, to find a baby.

“The hell is this shit?”

“ ‘Ony!” Peter’s face twisted into a confused look.

“ ‘Ony, ‘Onyyyyyyy.” Peter’s face turned red when he tried to say Tony.

Tony knew the kid had to be Peter, and cooed at how he tried to say his name.

“What was that baby spider?” Tony smiled as Peter let out a frustrated whine.

“Friday, order me some baby clothes, Pete size. Also make sure they’re all Iron Man and Spider-Man themed.

She didn’t respond but he could tell she already ordered them.

“Mher. Staehk?” (That’s how my little sister pronounced her r’s when she was a baby. She would make a mixed version with a ‘e’ an ‘h’ so that’s what I’m going off of.)

Tony took in the small boy.

His curls more noticeable, brown eyes huge and shining with innocence, his cute chubby cheeks with a pink tint

I smiled and picked him up, his shirt draping over his small body.

Tony smiled and went upstairs, as Happy sat there box of baby clothes on the couch.

He looked at Tony and Peter, “I'm don't think I want to know.” Then walked off.

Well, that's great.

Tony sat Peter on the couch and picked up an Iron Man shirt and blue jeans.

“Alright kid, arms up.”

Peter lifted his arms, and Tony took off the huge shirt.

Tony then helped him into his clothes.

Tony looked at his watch, “How the fuck is it seven in the morning?”

“Wab!” Peter shouted.

“Oh right, it was lab day. Well you're not going to school.”

“Yeah!”

“I said no.”

“Yeah!” Peter demanded, stomping his foot on the couch.

Tony sighed and picked out some Iron Man shoes.

When they got to the school, Tony lifted Peter out of his car seat (that Tony bought as well) and his bookbag.

Tony carried him in, luckily they were late so no one was there.

“I'm going to have to be here with you all day, okay?”

Peter nodded, understanding. I mean, he can't even reach the desk.

Tony and Peter walked into the class as the teacher was calling roll.

“Peter Parker?”

“Here!” Peter shouted as Tony closed the door.

The teacher opened his mouth, silenced by Tony.

“Peter Parker got turned into a baby, I'm taking care of it. If his aunt hears about this I will sue you all.” Tony walked across the room and sat in Peter's chair.

Peter climbed onto his lap, leaning against his chest.

The teacher got himself together and continued the lesson.

Tony got up to use the bathroom a few minutes later, telling Peter to be good while he was gone. gone

“Hey Penis? Is that you?”

Peter turned around, Flash's ugly face staring back at him.

Peter stared at him, waiting for the perfect moment.

“I mean, wouldn't surprise me if you're just as dumb as before.”

“Look at you, a pathetic, helpless baby.”

Peter smirked in his mind.

He twisted his face, into one of sadness.

And cried.

He made sure he cried loud enough for Tony to hear.

The man was already by the door, Peter chose that moment because his super hearing picked it up.

Tony ran in, picking Peter up and cradling him.

“What's wrong?”

Peter pointed at Flash, who has all color drained from his face.

“Dada, he a meanie!” Peter wailed.

Tony turned to Flash. Fire was burning in his eyes.

“Hurt my fucking kid one more time and you will never get into a good college, or have a good job. You'll never find love because you have no money to take them on a date. Then you'll be homeless and die alone.”

Tony turned and grabbed Peter's stuff. Peter's head was laying on Tony's shoulder.

He peered at Flash, and gave a bright smile.

The class was opened mouth, at Tony's threat, and the fact that Peter was faking the entire time.

Ned, Ned just laughed.

MJ, she was smirking while she went back to her book.

~

“Alright Pete, ready for a nap?” Tony asked, setting Peter on the couch.

Peter yawned tired, his eyes drooping.

Tony smiled and laid down.

Peter curled up into his side, snuggling as close to the older man as he could.

Tony put his arm around the kid, and held him close.

“Night dada, I wove ‘ou.” Peter mumbled so quietly that Tony almost didn't hear him.

“Night Petey, I love you too.”

Maybe he could put off making that antidote.

I knocked out at least six requests with this chapter.

By the way, I don't mention the people that asked for the chapter, because most don't like that so I just don't do it at all.

If you want me to, you have to tell me.

This week was eventful

I had a two creepos on me.

And two different people help.

They both happened at different times, and those people were active at those times.

Petty-Ass told me he hoped someone murdered me, so I responded with: "I know, I contacted the hitman last week, and he still hasn't got the job done."

He stood there, so I flipped him off and walked off :)

Also, to my readers planning to murder me for the last chapter: Remember if you murder me, you don't get any new chapters ;)

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"