Tony and Rhodey decide to adopt the kid no one wants to

TW-Mention of violence, death, abandonment issues

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"Why are you sitting alone buddy?" A voice asked in front of him. Peter's head snapped up and his hands dropped back to his sides, gripping the bench tightly. He wanted to stare, but he knew staring at strangers was mean, well, they weren't exactly strangers. They were The Tony Stark-Rhodes and James Rhodes-Stark. Everyone knows that!

"Cause everyone thinks I'm weird and stuff." He said, sniffling loudly and wiping his tears away. He hated these fundraisers, no one ever wanted to talk to him.

"Why do people think you're weird?" Rhodey asked gently, sitting down on Peter's left. Peter shrugged, bringing his knees up to his chest and setting his chin on them.

"Cause I like starwars and Harry Potter and stargate and playing dress up. And, and all the boys make fun of me cause I'm smaller then them." He rambled, he was crying again, wiping his eyes with his palms, his nose was dribbling and he knew that was gross but he didn't care cause he felt really alone.

"Well we don't think you're weird. We like all the things you like." Tony said, poking Peter's arm gently. Peter looked up at him, sniffling again. Even though he had tears and snot dribbling down his face he was extremely adorable with his too if glasses, long curly brown hair and a toothy grin.

"You do?" Peter asked hopefully, shifting excitedly in his seat. Tony nodded.

"Course we do, we aren't losers." He said, pinching Peter's shirt between his fingers, not that he even knew his name yet.

"What's your name kiddo?" He asked. Peter seemed to shit even more in excitement, tugging on Tony's sleeve.

"Peter Benjamin Parker! But some of the boys like to call me Penis even though I don't like it. But my aunt May used to call me Pete. I liked that." Peter rambled, a small smile growing on his face. Tony glanced at Rhodey who ducked his head.

"And you know who were are?" He asked, patting Peter's head. Peter turned to Rhodey and nodded, sticking his foot up into the air and pointing at his shoes.

"Yeah! You guys are on my shoes!"

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"Hey Pete, what're you doing up? I thought you were supposed to be in bed?" Rhodey asked gently, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at Peter who sniffled quietly, rubbing his eyes and holding his stuffed bear to his chest.

"I had a bad dream." He said, his voice wobbling.

"You wanna come sleep with us buddy?" Tony asked, yawning quietly but smiling when Peter nodded his head. Tony grinned and shuffled to the edge of the bed so he had room between he and Rhodey.

"Up you get Pete. There you go. Under the blankets you get." Tony said, pulling the blankets up and over Peter who was wiggling around to get comfortable.

"What was your dream about Bub?" Rhodey asked, tucking Peter's hair out his his face. Peter nuzzled into his hand.

"When the bad guys came and hurt my mommy and daddy." He said quietly. Tony and Rhodey glanced around eachother, but Peter didn't seem to notice, "They were all over the house and I had to hide in the hall cloest and they were really loud and there were these two loud bangs then it was all quiet. I didn't come out cause I was all scared and stuff but then the doors to the cloest opened and there were police offers everywhere and they were trying to wake my mommy and daddy up but it wasn't working." Peter rambled, wiping his face again and again, sniffling loudly. Rhodey shushed him quietly, pressing kisses around his face.

"It's okay Pete, we aren't mad. We can talk about it later. We can have a cuddle and go to sleep." Rhodey soothed. Peter nodded, rolling over so Rhodey was spooning him and so he could link hands with Tony. Rhodey slowly fell asleep, hugging Peter to his chest. Tony was still awake, pinching Peter's nose and poking around his body just to make him giggle quietly.

"Would you and Rhodey care if I called you daddy?" Peter asked suddenly, ducking his head and looking down at where he was playing with Tony's fingers. Tony's froze for a moment, it had taken them months to convince Peter to call them even by their first names.

"Only if you want to. You don't have to feel presssured to call us anything you don't want to." Tony said gently, pinching Peter's nose again and making him bat his hand away.

"I wanna call you that. Cause you're like a dad. Cause I think you're my dad." Peter said. Tony nodded, grinning and glancing at Rhodey who was still sleeping soundly.

"What're you gonna call Rhodey though?" He asked. Peter face screwed up for a moment.

"Papa! Cause you call him honey bear, and papa bear from goldilocks!" Peter whisper shouted. Tony grinned, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Well we should go to sleep before Papa Bear gets us in trouble."

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"No! You can't make em' hit eachother! That's mean!" Tony heard Peter xclaimed. The team all raised confused eyebrows and looked to Tony who grinned and pressed a finger over his lips for them to stay quiet, leading them into the penthouse. They were gathered in the doorway of the loungeroom where Rhoey and Peter were, Peter with his legs spread and some of his action figures on the floor, Rhodey looked at Peter in a sort of lost way.

"What else are we supposed to do with them then?" He asked, Peter's face screwed up for a moment. He hadn't been any of the wiser that Rhodey had put him in slightly nicer clothes, his patterned R2D2 shirt and blue shorts.

"Give eachother hugs! Cause everyone likes hugs. And hugs are nice." Peter said, blush creeping onto his face as he grinned up at Rhodey and held up his Captain America action figure to Rhodey's White Wolf expectangtly. Rhodey smiled fondly at him and make the action figures hug, making the real Captain America and White Wolf blush madly.

"I can't beleive it. My own son likes Popsical better." Tony said in amusement. On hearing Tony's voice Peter turned sharply, dropping the action figure to the floor and jumping up.

"Daddy!" He shouted, running full speed at Tony. Tony chuckled when Peter crashed into his legs, picking him up by under his arms pits and hoising him into the air. He swung Peter around in circles for a few moments before throwing him into the air and catching him flawlessly.

"My best boy! How are you my little munchkin?" Tony cooed, lifting Peter's shirt and blowing rasberries into his tummy. Peter giggled, kicking his legs and slumping into Tony's chest.

"Papa an' I played action figures!" Peter exclaimed. Tony hummed, lifting Peter under his arm and holding him like a bag.

"That's really great, you'll have to tell me all about it after I've introduced to to my friends." Tony said. Peter peeked around Tony's side, looking back at the team then back up at Tony, his insecurities shining clear on his face.

"What if they think 'm a loser?" He asked. Tony gently placed him on the floor and crouched, kissing gently around Peter's face.

"No ones gonna think you're a loser cause you aren't. Let's get you some pencils and paper so you can draw while talking." Tony picked him back up and carried him off. Rhodey was left picking up Peter's toys and packingt hem away while the team sat around the room.

"So you finally adopted?" Steve asked, accepting Bucky's legs which were thrown into his lap.

"Yep, six months ago. Peter's really shy and it's taken a lot of talking and crying to get him to open up and feel comfortable around us. He's great though, he'd gentle and listens and thinks before he acts." Rhodey smiled fondly, the memory of Peter calling him papa the first time drifting to the front of his mind.

"Let me guess, Tony's his favourite?" Clint asked. Rhodey snorted.

"That obvious?" He asked, Tony coming running into the room followed by Peter who jumped on top of him once he fell to the floor.

"Don't worry, Lila wanted me to teacher her about archery by the tie she was eight." Clint winked. Rhodey smiled as Peter squished himself between he and Tony.

"So what do you like Peter?"