An-Age of Ultron Era where Tony has to bring his twelve-year-old son to Clint's farm for safety. The team are curious who Tony's calling

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"Okay. If anyone has some secret family that they need to get here right now right this second Laura will give you the coordinates." Clint said slowly. Everyone nodded, shrugging their shoulders and sitting around the living room. They were all surprised when Tony slowly stood up and walking into the kitchen where Laura was waiting.

"Wow. Clint, I kind of expected. But Tony?" Steve asked incredulously. Natasha cocked her head slightly, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, it makes sense. He stopped drinking around twelve years ago for zero reasons at all. The rooms in the penthouse are blocked off from everyone but him and Happy. He constantly skips out on meetings and missions with an excuse that Fury accepts." Natasha listed.

"It's just, Tony? Like, Tony Stark." Clint said in confusion. They all stopped when Tony came back into the room, phone pressed to his ear.

"Yes. Yes. Okay good. Fracture or break? Shit is he okay? A cast? Okay just get him in the car as soon as possible. He knows where his emergency bag is. He already has it? Okay good. You've got the coordinates? Good. Okay good. Just, just get here as soon as possible." Toky said, desperation and fear bleeding into his voice as he said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and putting his phone face down on the coffee table.

"Who was that?" Bruce asked quietly. Tony glanced up at him and sighed.

"Happy was on the phone." He said tiredly.

"No, whoever you were fretting about?" Natasha said. Tony waved his hand.

"You'll find out when you get here." He excused. He was glad Thor was outside in the barn with the horses because right now he was pretty sure his head was splitting open.

"How long till they're here?" Clint asked worriedly. Tony glanced down at his watch.

"Around an hour or two. They'll be here by sundown." Tony said, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes.

After that, the team spent most of their energy calming Tony down, then giving up and watching him pace in the living room with a hand covering his mouth and the other on his hip. He stopped when he heard the sound of wheels rolling over gravel in the doorway. He threw open the front door and broke into a sprint, the car came to a quick stop, the back door flung open by a young boy who dropped to the floor.

"Peter!" Tony shouted, running up to the boy, hugging him around his middle and lifting him off of the ground.

"Dad!" Peter shouted back, wrapping one arm around Tony's shoulders, the other in a red cast hanging by his side.

"Oh my god. You're okay. You're okay." Tony cried, holding Peter so tight he started wheezing.

"Yeah, other than the arm," Peter said with a wide smile. Tony suddenly dropped him, taking Peter's face in his hands. He turned Peter's face in his hands before checking his neck then torso, lifting up his shirt.

"You're covered in cuts and bruises Pete you are not okay," Tony said shakily. Peter made a face and pushed his shirt back down, slapping Tony's hands away.

"Dad. I'm fine." Peter said firmly. Tony pulled Peter into another hug, lifting him off of the ground.

"Oh my god. I was so worried. I thought, Jesus I thought when you didn't answer your phone you were hurt or, or you were dead." Tony was cut off by Peter who took a turn hold of his hair and pulling him back so Tony was forced to look at him.

"Dad. I'm fine. I did everything we've always talked about. I went under my bed when the alarm went off. Some of the glass from my window went under the bed but nothing got lodged. When I rolled out when I thought it was safe my bookcase fell. It was my fault because I didn't wait until Happy came and got me. Happy has already given me pain medication and I can move my fingers still. We've already disinfected all of the cuts and put salve on the bruises. I'm okay dad." Peter said firmly. Tony nodded his head, making Peter let go.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He said softly. Peter hummed, allowing himself to finally enjoy the hug.

"So am I. When those robots came I thought you were gonna do something stupid like when you flew yourself into that portal," Peter said, sniffled. Tony hummed.

"I love you, Peter, you know that right?" Tony asked, looking back up at Peter's face, still holding Peter off of the ground.

"Yes, I do. You tell me every day and I always have the same response. I love you too. Now can you put me down?" Peter asked in exasperation. Tony grinned, turning on his heel with Peter still held off on the ground.

"Nope." He said. Peter rolled his eyes, trying to push himself out of Tony's grip with one hand.

"Really? You're so annoying." Peter whined, making a face as he could only see Happy smiling wickedly at him.

"Happy if you don't get that smile off of your face I'm disabling the divisor in the car!" Peter shouted. Happy smile promptly dropped, making Peter stick his tongue out at Happy.

"I can practically feel you being a brat," Toky said sarcastically making peter giggle.

"I'm always a brat." He said happily. Toky hummed.

"Indeed you are," Tony said seriously. The team were watching Tony walk towards them with smiles, Tony shifting Peter in his arms and throwing him over his shoulder so he was holding the backs of Peter's knees.

"You are more childish than me something's, you know that right?" Peter asked as Tony stopped.

"I'm aware of that fact." He said. Peter hummed, setting his elbows on Tony's back and putting his chin in his hands.

"So Tony Stark has a son?" Natasha teased. Tony rolled his eyes when Peter twisted so he could see the team.

"He does. And if he doesn't put said child down in going to start hitting his back." Peter said. Tony rolled his eyes again and put Peter back down on the floor. Peter had a very unimpressed look on his face as he straightened his shirt and pulled his jeans up slightly.

"I already have a broken arm. I don't need a broken spine." Peter said. Tony snorted and put his hands on Peter's shoulders, forcibly turning him around so he was facing the team. Peter grinned sheepishly, his hair now more a mess than before, pushing up his glasses and his braces shining in the light.

"Peter Stark. Nice to meet you." He said, attempting to put his hands on his hips, only for his cast to slip.

"That's inconvenient." He mumbled. Tony laughed, putting his arm around Peter's shoulders.

"You need to get better at dramatic entrances kiddo," Tony said. Peter looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"You carried me in over your shoulder. I didn't think I can get anymore simultaneously humiliated and dramatic at the same time." Peter said. Tony snorted, running his hand through Peter's hair in an attempt to tidy it.

"Dad! Lila broke the front window!" Cooper shouted, running out of the house and almost tripping in his haste to stand next to clint.

"Great. I have another window to fix. Do you kids have any concept of sustainability?" Clint asked in exasperation. Cooper shook his head with a wide smile.

"Nope!" He said happily. Clint rolled his eyes and turned Cooper around.

"Well, no matter. Apparently Tony has a kid your age." He said. Cooper narrowed his eyes, stepping up to Peter who was grinning madly.

"When's your birthday?" Cooper asked.

"Tenth of August 2001," Peter said. Cooper's mouth fell open.

"No way! Same here! Woah we have the same birthday!" Cooper shouted. Peter nodded his head, not used to something with so much energy. Cooper promptly grabbed Peter's hand and started dragging him off.

"He is simultaneously so much like you but so different," Steve said seriously.

"Did you see those braces?" Bruce asked.

"He hates those things. He gets a new wire fitted every month and I practically have to drag him by his shirt to get him there." Tony grumbled.

"He looks like he doesn't know how to make friends though," Clint commented. Tony made a small noise.

"That's because he doesn't. He literally only has one friend back home. Maybe I won't have to hear Ned in every single sentence now." Tony said. Clint snorted, clapping Tony on the back.

"I have a feeling they're gonna best friends by the time you leave though."