Description: Recon missions have never really been the favourite thing for the Avengers to do. Of course a mission to destroy a HYDRA base should be simple for them. But they find something interesting while there. Or should the say... someone.

A/N: This one is another young Peter one. That's it. Just that.

Words: 2602

*****

"Anyone know why Tony's been all depressed today?" Steve asked looking at the group sitting around.

Thor, Loki, Natasha, Bucky, Clint, and Bruce all looked over at the super soldier mirroring his expression of confusion.

"Don't know really. He's been like this everyday for the past two years. Only on this day though. He would disappear for about two hours then lock himself in his room" Natasha responded tapping her fingers against the armrest of the couch.

"JARVIS? What's up with Tony?" Clint asked lifting his head to acknowledge the AI.

"It would appear that it is June 1st. So that means it would be two years since his son was kidnapped" JARVIS told the group immediately causing a shocked atmosphere.

"Stark had a son?" Loki asked looking up from the book he had in his hand.

"Indeed. His name was Peter. Today he would be 7 years old but on his fifth birthday he was taken after being lost in a paparazzi swarm and hasn't been seen since. The police had declared him dead" JARVIS explained causing many sighs.

"Explains why Tony hates the paparazzi so much" Bruce mumbled crossing his arms.

"The man of Iron clearly has been carrying a heavy burden with him" Thor added shaking his head.

"Alright ya sad sacks it's time to get up. Fury found a HYDRA facility up in Queens and wants us to get rid of it" Tony announced walking in the room with a stride in his step.

"Alright. Avengers Assemble" Steve said making every one scurry off to go get changed.

*****

Tony was sitting over in the corner of the quinjet as he stared down a locket in his hand that the others couldn't help but be curious about. The man that was normally talking the whole way was now silent and just staring at an item that had never been seen not around Tony's neck.

"Watcha got there Stark?" Bucky asked the question that everyone was dying to know the answer to.

"It's nothing important" Tony grumbled quickly putting it away.

"Look. JARVIS told us that you had a kid. We're all here if you need to ta—" poor Clint as cut off by Tony throwing an actual weapon at him.

"YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SINCE NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER LOST YOUR PRIDE AND JOY BEFORE!" Tony yelled before actually breaking down in front of the group in a heap of sobs.

The Tony Stark was actually crying.

"Tony..." Steve mumbled with a shocked look.

"None of you would understand. He just wanted to go to fucking McDonalds since he was practically addicted to the chicken nuggets. All he wanted was to spend his birthday with me. But the damn paparazzi had to get in the way of that. I lost my grip on his hand and he was taken. I looked around for so long but I couldn't find a single damn trace. He was 5 god dammit. HE WAS 5 FUCKING YEARS OLD AND HE WAS TAKEN FROM ME! I tried to be a good dad. I tried to be there for him. His mother died giving birth to him and I vowed to her that I wouldn't let anything happen to him. That boy was the sweetest thing in the whole world and could barely hurt a fly. He was the reason I gave up the way I used to be. Everyone wanted me to go back to the way I used to be. But that little boy was what kept me sane. Without him... I just can't function the way I used to. The way his brown eyes just seemed to light up and the way his curls bounced against his head when he ran. He could be dead for all I know. I already knew the second I saw him that he would change the world for the better. Now he may never get that or already lost it"

Everyone was speechless. They finally got to see what Tony had been hiding all these years and they couldn't help but feel bad for him. But in someone's mind, something just seemed to click.

"Your sons name was Peter. Had bouncy brown curls, and bright brown eyes. Is this him?" Bucky asked pulling a picture out from the front pocket of his suit.

The picture should a small boy holding onto Bucky's metal arm with a bright smile on his face as he clearly waved frantically by how blurry his arm was. That boy. That was Tony's Peter.

"How the hell did you know him?" Tony growled pulling Bucky up by his neck ultimately choking the soldier.

"Whoa! Tony calm down!" Steve yelled grabbing Tony's arm to try and get him to let go.

"TELL ME BARNES!" Tony yelled in Bucky's face only loosening his grip a bit.

"H-He was a p-part of my p-p-program. H-He was there t-to keep the sold-diers sane. He did h-have tests done o-on him but n-nothing that would b-b-be harmful" Bucky stuttered out.

Apparently that was a good enough answer since Tony promptly dropped the Winter Soldier leaving him gasping for air.

"Coming up with a plan Stark?" Loki asked coming out of his small dark corner.

"You all wanna help me find my kid?"

*****

Peter skipper happily through the hallways of the facility as he played with the bandage around his wrist. He had hurt himself during practice and did get in trouble. But everyone knew that nothing could damper Peter's peppy mood.

"Spider, boss needs you" another soldier told the child and immediately loving the smile he got back.

"SOUNDS GOOD!" Peter yelled before skipping towards Boss Voss's office.

Peter quietly opened the door and peeked inside to see Voss looking at pictures. But one that Peter quickly recognised was Iron Man, his dad.

"Hiya Boss! I was told you needed me" Peter said jumping on his feet.

"I did. How is your wrist young one?" Voss asked kneeling down in front of Peter.

"It's getting better. It does affect how I can stick to walls but I don't mind too much. It's sit hard to just walk" Peter responded waving his bandaged had around.

"That's good. Now what I have to talk to you about..." Voss trailed off letting an evil grin spread across his face. A grin that Peter did not like.

"Is daddy going to come get me today? Am I trained enough?" Peter asked tilting his head.

"NO YOU DUMB CHILD!" Voss yelled making Peter jump back in fright.

"But I really miss him..." Peter mumbled shuffling around.

"I DON'T CARE!" Voss yelled before promptly slapping Peter across the face making him fall backwards.

Peter raised his small hand to his cheek and put it over the large red mark that would most likely bruise. The coldness of his hand cooling the pain.

"YOU NEED TO TOUGHEN UP! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS INNOCENT ACT YOU HAVE! IT ANNOYS ME TO THE POINT THAT I CANNOT STAND BEING AROUND YOU! NOW I SUGGEST YOU LOSE THE NICENESS OR I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE CHAIR YOU WORTHLESS CHILD!" Voss yelled a bit on spit flying from his mouth and landing on Peter making the small boy cringe.

"I'm sorry boss.." Peter whimpered letting tears flow from his eyes.

"Get out of my sight" Voss hissed turning his back.

Peter let out a small sob before running out of the room. Peter knew something was up the second they placed a gun down in front of him. The second they had that radioactive spider bite him. Peter knew his dad would never put him through something like this. He knew that he was set up. Even though he was 7, Peter was not dumb. He could see right through HYDRA's blindfold that they had placed on him a while ago.

And now it was time for Peter to take it off.

*****

The team of Avengers had already made their way into the facility before they knew what was coming. So they decided to seperate.

Loki had decided that she would go to the cell blocks to see if there was any prisoners. The god cooly walked through the hallway stabbing each soldier that tried to shoot him very quickly. Loki has barely broken a sweat as he walked past all the empty room. That's until he found one right at the end.

It was a cell that had been decorated and had a very weird combination of things inside. A bunch of toys like blocks and action figures were laying around. But there was actual weapons on the ground as well. A thick red and blue blanket was laying over a surprisingly plush mattress which seemed to be for a kid.

But above everything there was one shelf. A shelf that held a shiny Iron Man helmet. It looked like it had been cleaned everyday and kept very cared for.

"Excuse me? But who are you?" A small voice asked making the god jump in surprise.

Loki summoned a knife in his hands and started looking around. But he definitely did not look up in time to see the gleaming look he had gotten.

"Who's there?" Loki asked summoning yet another knife.

"I'm on the room silly" the small voice giggled making Loki look up and actually shriek a bit.

A small boy was sitting casually on the ceiling as the dried tear marks and bright red hand print that seemed to be bruising sat on the boy's face. But neither seemed to bother him.

"You're a child" Loki sighed putting away his knifes.

"And you're that really cool god right. Loki? Boss had told me about you before. I thought it was really cool that you know magic. I have powers too" the boy squealed earning an amused smirk from the god.

"I can see that. It's not everyday I see a small child hanging from the ceiling" Loki tried to joke but was quickly pleased to earn a loud giggle.

"My names Peter by the way. But everyone around here calls me Spider" the small boy, now Peter, introduced himself making Loki's smirk fall.

"Your last name wouldn't happen to be Stark would it?" Loki questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! That's it! My dad is the really cool and really awesome Iron Man. You might know him" Peter boasted but winced and grabbing his cheek in pain.

"Are you Alright child?" Loki asked reaching out and letting Peter fall into his arms. Why this kid was so small for 7 befalls him.

"No. Boss had slapped me earlier and yelled in my face. I've never been yelled at before here. It really hurt my feelings" Peter whimpered putting his head on Loki's shoulder.

Loki couldn't help but let his ice cold heart melt because of the small kids adorableness.

"Well how about you and I get out of here?" Loki suggested making his green eyes and Peter's brown eyes lock together.

"I can leave? Does that mean I can go back to daddy?" Peter asked letting tears gather in his eyes.

"Yes. I will happily take you back to your father young one" Loki replied earning happy tears from Peter and a large smile.

"DON'T FORGET THE HELMET!"

*****

The team stood proudly in front of the quinjet as they all waited for Loki to come back.

"You think he's okay?" Clint asked playing with one of his arrows.

"I'm sure my brother is fine. He's dealt with far worse than this" Thor concluded swinging his hammer around.

"Just glad we didn't have a code green" Bruce sighed shaking his head.

"All of us are glad that there wasn't a need to for that Bruce" Natasha agreed as she swirled around a knife that was in her hand.

"DAMMIT!" Tony yelled from the computer he had taken.

"Couldn't find anything?" Steve asked kneeling down next to Tony.

"Nothing. It's all useless at this point" Tony grumbled throwing the laptop.

"Yeah. That's the thing. They hide a lot of important details in what the naked eye would call useless" Bucky retorted picking up the laptop that had been thrown.

"THERE HE IS!" Thor boomed noticing the green clad god coming out of the building carrying... a kid?

"Why does he have a kid?" Steve asked as Loki came closer.

"OH COOL! IT'S THE AVENGERS!" The boy's muffled yell came from underneath the Iron Man helmet as Loki chuckled.

"You really are a special one Peter" Loki told the boy who nodded happily.

"You're really special too!" Peter squealed wrapping his arms around Loki's neck.

"Alright cool. Reindeer games is back now let's go home. I've got things to do" Tony grumbled walking out of the jet letting Peter lay eyes on the man.

"Daddy?" The boy whimpered pulling off the helmet.

Tony's head whipped to the child that was still in Loki's arms as he helplessly put his hands through his messy brown curls but staring wide eyed at Tony.

The entire world just seemed to freeze as Loki put Peter down in the ground. The boy dropping the Iron Man helmet in shock. The brown eyes just seemed to clash as they stared.

Tony let himself get a good look at the kids face. The same face shape, the same tan yet pale skin, the same eyes that held so much innocence, the same bouncy brown curls, the bruise on his cheek.

The bruise on his cheek?

"Petey?" Tony questioned falling to his knees in pure shock.

Peter let out a high pitched squeal before running over and wrapping himself around the billionaire.

The Avengers all smiled to themselves before going into the jet and leaving the two to reunite.

Peter quickly started to sob loudly into his fathers shoulder as many emotions hit him like a wave. He has waited for this day for two years.

Tony gripped onto Peter as if he would fade into dust. Like if he didn't hold onto him he would disappear. Everyone had always told Tony he was stupid for believing that Peter was still alive. But clearly he was right.

"I missed you dada" Peter whispered into Tony's ear. If he couldn't sound any younger, that surely did it.

"I missed you to Petey Pie. Oh I missed you so much" Tony mumbled planting I kiss to Peter's hair and pulling the boy back to he could look into his eyes.

"They lied to me daddy. They said they took me because you wanted me to be stronger. I'm not strong daddy. I don't want to" Peter cried wiping his eyes.

"Oh buddy I would never put you through something like that. You're my light and you know that" Tony told his boy before laying his hand lightly on Peter's cheek and watching at Peter nuzzled his face into his hand. But the once certainly wasn't missed.

"I'm sorry" Peter sighed as his face fell.

"No no no. None of this was your fault okay. I promise you I will not let them hurt you anymore. Nobody will ever hurt you again" Tony promised noticing a hint of fear in his son's eyes.

"You promise?" Peter asked putting his pinky out.

"I promise on my life. I could never afford to lose you again" Tony replied wrapping his pinky around Peter's hand shaking their hands.

"I larb you daddy" Peter said wrapping his arms tightly around Tony again just taking in his scent.

"I larb you too Peter. So damn much".