An-Tony is on his honeymoon with Stephen and Peter his son has to stay with his pops, Steve and his stepdad Bucky. Angst

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"Your rooms up the stairs and first on the left Pete," Steve said, following Peter from the door. Peter ignored him and held his suit case, duffel bag and backpack easily.

"Do you want help carrying your bags up?" Steve asked weakly.

"No," Peter said shortly, walking up the stairs two at a time and disappearing out of view. Steve sighed and turned back towards the door.

"Thank you for bringing him Happy." He said quietly. Happy hummed.

"All good, even though he acts like he doesn't want to be here, he does. He's just a bit messed up about some stuff. Don't forget about the email Bruce sent you about Peter's anxiety and the medication and make sure he takes his sleeping medication." Happy said, nodding curtly and closing the door behind him. Steve sighed.

"I don't think he'll let me near him let alone his medication," Steve muttered. Bucky sighed and wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, putting his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"Just let him be Stevie, he's a teenager. He wants independence. He'll come to one of us if he needs to." Bucky soothed. Steve hummed uselessly.

"He's never been away for Tony more than three days and now he's staying away a whole month? So much has changed." Steve said. Bucky looked up at Steve's face, tears gathering in his eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.

"He's sixteen now Stevie, that's normal. Plus he'll probably call his dad and papa." Bucky soothed. Steve nodded slowly.

"He got a nose piercing. Can you believe that?" Steve asked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Bucky snorted.

"You're the one who raised him so no." Bucky reasoned.

"And his hair! Is that even allowed with his school's dress code? It looks like it hasn't been cut in years." Steve said. Bucky repressed the urge to burst into laughter.

"He's probably growing it out. He's just experimenting like any normal teenager." Bucky said.

"And he's painted his nails! I'm not against it, he just never wanted to do that when he was little. And he had eyeliner on. Who even taught him how to do that? And his style, what happened to nerdy little Peter?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Stevie, he's in high school. If he wasn't experimenting with his style I would be worried." Bucky soothed as gently as possible when he was trying not to laugh.

"We didn't do that." He said quietly.

"We also didn't have dinner most nights. Speaking of I'm making lasagna."

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"Oh hey Pete, we haven't seen you since you got here. What's up?" Steve asked. Peter had a very unimpressed look on his face and shrugged.

"Can I invite my boyfriend over? His guardian is being pushy about school and he just needs a break from some stuff." Peter said, waving his phone around in the air. Steve glanced at Bucky who shrugged.

"No one told me you have a boyfriend," Steve said. Bucky groaned, putting his head in his hands and sighing. Steve was going all protective.

"Yeah. And?" Peter said, toying with the hoop in his nose piercing.

"And I'm your father." Steve's aid firmly. Bucky saw it in slow motion as Peter's face reddened, hand slamming his phone down on the counter and throwing his hands up in the air.

"Not anymore! How can you even say that when I haven't seen you in three years?!" Peter shouted. Steve stepped back in shock, he'd never heard Peter shout, even though the last time he'd seen him was when he was fourteen.

"You're grounded," Steve said. Peter scoffed.

"Okay? It's not like I have any friends to leave the house to see." Peter drawled, waving a hand.

"What?" Steve asked in confusion. Peter had always been popular, friendly and kind and funny.

"Yeah, turns out people tend to use you when you have famous parents. Just a perk of being me I guess." Peter said disinterestedly. But Steve didn't miss the sadness and strain in his voice.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" Steve asked quietly. Peter glanced up at him, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Harry Osborn." He said sheepishly.

"Norman's kid? The one you've been friends with since you were like five?" Steve asked incredulously. Peter grinned.

"Yep. That one." Peter said, pointing a finger at Steve.

"Bet your dad loves him." Steve teased. Peter scoffed.

"Oh no, doesn't hate him but he doesn't love him. He refused to let Harry into my room the first time he came over after he started dating." Peter said in amusement.

"How long have you been dating?" Steve asked.

"Two years. Just after you left." Peter said, his easy-going smile faltered and dropped. He phone held tightly on his hand.

"He can come over for dinner whenever he wants. Just, don't make me regret letting you keep your door closed." Steve said quietly. Peter nodded.

"Thank you. Still doesn't mean I still don't hate you." Peter said, turning on his heel and running back up the stairs. Steve sighed, putting his head in his hands. Bucky sighed as well and rubbed Steve's back.

"That was progress bud. He's talking to you. Just hold out for a little longer." Bucky encourager. Steve nodded, scrubbing his hands over his face.

"Yeah. You're right." Steve said. Bucky grinned snuggly.

"I'm always right."

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"Oh, hey Pete. What're you doing up? Did you forget to take your medication?" Bucky asked, rubbing the sleep out of his own eyes and sipping from his mug of coffee as he sat next to Peter who glanced up at him.

"I should be asking you that," Peter muttered. Bucky grinned, Peter had pulled one of the blankets off of his bed and wrapping it around himself like a burrito and curled up on the couch.

"I asked first." Bucky countered. Peter sighed and glanced at Bucky again.

"I had a nightmare. And I can't sleep now." Peter said. Bucky sighed.

"You want to know why I was awake?" Bucky asked, nudging Peter with his elbow. Peter nodded.

"Same reason. I had a nightmare." Bucky said seriously. Peter's eyes widened.

"No way! But, but you're the white wolf! You're so strong and smart and cool and stuff. I'm just, I'm just Peter." He said incredulously. Bucky chuckled.

"Even the strongest people are allowed to have nightmares and need help, and support. And that's okay. And I know it seems like big-time superheroes don't have problems but they do. That's why they're superheroes because they don't want other people to have those problems." Bucky said. Peter turned so he could look at Bucky properly.

"Is that why you're a superhero?" Peter asked. Bucky nodded.

"Yep. I want to stop people hurting like I have and like I am." Bucky answered. Peter nodded.

"What do you have nightmares about?" Peter asked, turning back to the blank TV. Bucky smiled bitterly, sipping his coffee again.

"Lots of different things. But tonight it was about the day I fell from the freight car. And your pops reached out for me, but I let myself drop so he wouldn't die with me. And I remember how it felt. Falling. And then just nothing. That feeling of nothingness is what is terrifying. That feeling of saying goodbye and knowing you'll never get to say hello again. Never going to hear their voice again, or hear their breathing or heartbeat. That you'll never be able to say I love you again. That nothingness. That is what I dreamt about." Bucky said. Peter hummed.

"In some strange and twisted way I'm glad that you saved him, but I'm also sorry you had to go through that." Peter paused, glancing at Bucky, "I don't hate you. I think you're really cool. And I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Steve. My pops, whatever." Peter said softly. Bucky smiled to himself, the first time Peter had called Steve pops the whole time he'd been there.

"What did you dream about?" Bucky asked, knowing Peter wouldn't want to talk about it further. Peter swallowed nervously.

"This guy I fought. Back when I had only been Spiderman only six months maybe eight. Weapons dealer. And no one believed me when I told them about the problem, my dad took away my suit and I went after him on my own. I almost died. Dad didn't stop crying. I thought I had him, but then the support beams he was firing about faltered and the five-story warehouse came crashing down on me. I thought I was dying. I think I was actually. And I was so scared, but I didn't have a suit and my phone was with Ned so no one could find me." Peter paused, biting on his thumbnail.

"It was two years ago. And I can't get it out of my head. I couldn't really feel the pain because there was so much adrenaline. But I couldn't breath, or move, or really talk. And I was just alone. And I guess I should be getting used to being alone by now, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was just alone. It was dark, and quiet, almost peaceful. But I was alone, and I wasn't sure if I was going to survive. And I just dream about being under that building again. And then I woke up and I couldn't get out of my blankets and I couldn't find my inhaler so I freaked out. And by the time I calmed down, I couldn't go back to sleep. So I'm down here." Peter explained weakly, still irritably biting on his thumbnail.

"I guess being alone is the worst thing to experience as a human," Bucky said softly. Peter nodded, glancing at Bucky again before moving closer to Bucky and curling into his side. Bucky smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around peter. A few hours later Steve walked into the living room to start on breakfast.

"Hey buck, thought you'd be down here. Pete's not in his bedroom-" Steve stopped short at the sight of Peter cuddled up with his husband. Bucky smiled sheepishly up at Steve.

"He called you pops last night," Bicky said softly. Steve smile dropped.

"He did?" Steve asked. Bucky nodded, looking down at peter.

"Yeah. He did."

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When Bucky and Steve walked into their kitchen to find Peter sobbing at the kitchen counter, trying to muffle the noise with a wade of tissues. Tears streaming down his cheeks, hair messy and wild.

"That's not how you muffle sobs. I would know." Bucky said evenly. Peter jerked violently, looking up at Steve and Bucky and wiping his face.

"Fuck off." He spat, running his hands through his hair and sniffing hard.

"I was only trying to help," Bucky said, reading his hands in surrender.

"Fuck you." Peter spat again. Steve finally had enough, standing so Peter could see him over Bucky's head.

"That's it. You can speak to me like that but you can't speak to James like that. You have an issue with me you take it up with me, not him." Steve said firmly. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you then too." He said, waving his hand in the air.

"What is this about? Why are you doing this?" Steve demanded. Peter suddenly stood up, slamming his hands down on the counter.

"Because everyone always fucking leaves!" Peter screamed at the top of his lungs. Steve blinked several times in shock then recovered.

"Peter, your dad and I have already talked about this. Your father and I hold no grudges." Steve said gently. Peter shook his head.

"That's not that I'm talking about! I get it, people fall out of love! Things happen and it doesn't always work out! But you also left me! Like everyone always fucking does!" Peter screamed. Steve blinked for several moments again.

"Peter what?" Steve said in confusion. Peter threw his hands up in the air.

"My biological mum didn't want me so she left me behind. Pepper left, and she the closest thing I've ever had to a mum. Ned's gone because I wasn't good enough. MJ's gone because I'm me. Harry's gone because I couldn't give him something he wanted." Peter mister off.

"You and Harry broke up?" Steve cig in. Peter scoffed.

"You find me sobbing in your kitchen and you don't think it's a break-up?" He asked expectantly. Steve sighed while Bucky watched carefully.

"Peter you can make more friends and-" Steve started.

"You don't get it! You left me! I love you so much but you left! Because you don't love me! And now you're back and I don't know how to handle that! Just like everyone else you're gonna leave again! It's only a matter of time until Stephen leaves and then my dad leaves because that's just how it works!" Peter shouted, a fresh set of tears rolling down his cheeks. Steve was frozen, his own tears dropping onto the floor. He didn't even think about it, stepping around the counter and pulling Peter into his chest, hugging him as tightly as he could. Peter was frozen for a long few minutes until he slowly wrapped his arms around Steve's middle.

"Why did you leave? Was I not good enough?" Peter cried desperately. Steve shook his head, holding peter as tightly and firmly as possible.

"No, Peter don't you dare think that. I left because I was scared, you've always been so perfect. Everything I never was. I didn't want to fuck that up. I wanted you to have a normal life with normal parents. I didn't want you to turn out like I did. But you did because you're like me and your dad, you're strong and you're stubborn and you're kind of an asshole. But I never stopped loving you. Never. For one minute." Steve said. Peter sniffled into Steve's chest, hugging him as tightly as he could.

"I missed you so much." He said softly. Steve smiled to himself, pressing a kiss into Peter's hair.

"I missed you too. I don't think I stopped talking about you any second of the day." Steve said. Peter peeked at Bucky.

"Is that true?" Peter asked him. Bucky smirked, getting up from his seat.

"Yep. He had photos of you stuck to the inside of his shield and in his wallet. I'm pretty sure they're still there." Bucky said with a grin.

"We'll have to get you some new photos then," Peter said smugly. Steve rolled his eyes and kissed Peter's hair again.

"I'd like that," Steve said. Peter peeked at Bucky again who was just awkwardly standing next to them.

"Get in one the cuddle. Now." Peter demanded. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and complied, hugging Steve and Peter tightly.

"We should move to the lounge room."

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"Oh, come in Tony, Stephen, Peter's just packing his suitcase with Bucky upstairs," Steve said, holding the door open for the two who smiled and walked in, following Steve into the living room. A few moments later Peter came back with his duffle bag and an empty suitcase.

"I'm gonna leave some clothes here." He said in explanation when Tony narrowed his eyes at the said suitcase. Tony smiled wide up at Peter.

"It went well then?" Tony asked. Peter nodded, smiling brightly.

"Yep. Now hugs before I go." Peter demanded to Bucky and Steve who nodded seriously and hugging peter tightly before peter struggled out of their arms and picked back up his duffle bag.

"Bye Pete. Love you." Steve said, kissing peter forehead.

"Love you too pops. Bye Pa." Peter said, opening the front door.

"He's calling you pops again?" Tony asked quietly. Steve nodded sheepishly.

"Yeah. After a bit of yelling, swearing and crying." Steve said. Bucky made a quiet noise, his face screwed up.

"Did, did he just call me pa?" He asked shakily. They all turned to Bucky who was frozen in his spot.

"Yep. You're part of the family now I guess." Tony said. Stephen was about to say something when they heard beeping from outside, Happy with an unimpressed look on his face as Peter leant into the front seat pressing the horn.

"Hurry up I have breakup revenge to plan!" He shouted. Tony's eyes bulged out of his head.

"Harry and Peter broke up?" He asked Steve and Bucky hopefully.

"Yep," Steve said. Tony pumped his fists into the air.

"Thank god. Well, we'll see you guys next week when we drop peter off." Tony said. Stephen rolled his eyes and pulled Tony towards the car.

"Bye Tony, Stephen."