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Okay, so, here is the sequel to my past story, "5 Times Tony Denied Having a Kid." You may want to read that first, but the important part of it has been uploaded to this. Anyway, I know that this is a pretty basic idea, but hopefully it will still be enjoyable? I don't know. I hope you enjoy it though!

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

Tony groggily awoke from an impromptu nap on the uncomfortable table in his lab. It had been a late night, and he must have dozed off while he was waiting for the suit diagnostics. He had been spending a lot of time recently with Peter, and he had been working on a lot of new ideas for both of their suits. The kid was brilliant. Recently, the kid has been at the compound or the tower every weekend, and they had grown pretty close. People had called Tony Stark many things, but up until recently, "fatherly" had not been one of them. He still didn't see it.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

He tiredly fumbled for his phone that was vibrating on the table next to him, almost knocking it onto the floor. He composed himself a little more, and fake cheerfully answered, "Tony Stark here."

"Mr. Stark," the lady on the other end acknowledged him. "There has been a car accident involving May and Peter Parker and they are both currently at NYC Health in Queens, and as you are the emergency contact for Mr. Parker, we would like you to come down as soon as possible."

She didn't need to ask him twice. He clumsily ran up the stairs, grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys, and was in a car in record speed. He didn't even care that he was in the same t-shirt and jeans as yesterday.

"I am on my way, thank you." He told her, trying to mask his utter panic.

"I can meet you on the fourth floor nurse's station to discuss what to do." She hung up leaving him to his thoughts.

There are so many things that could go wrong. The doctors could figure out Peter's identity because of his speedy healing. They both could die. Peter could die. May could die, and Peter would not have a single other living relative. Peter could die.

If you had told him he would be this freaked out over a kid a year ago, he wouldn't have believed you. But after getting to know the spider kid… he really has a way of webbing his way into your heart. From late nights in the lab, to ice-cream trips after school, or that time when Tony helped Peter tell his school bully where he could stick his lame-ass insults, they had become pretty close.

He started to actually panic, before he managed to talk himself into slow breaths. In. Out. In. Out. He thought about what to do. First priority of business, other than actually getting to the hospital (he was still 14 minutes away, which was way too far away) was to deal with the identity. He could call Helen Cho and make her the lead doctor on his case. That could work. She could bring her team and they have already signed a nondisclosure agreement and know the Avengers well, so that would be fine.

By the time he finished talking to Dr. Cho, he had arrived. He practically sprinted up the stairs and to the area where the woman said to meet. A tall blonde lady was standing there, looking very professional and put together. Polar opposite to Tony's frantic shit show.

"Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Mrs. Lauren Vance. Here is what is going on. The Parkers were driving through the intersection on 22nd and 43rd when they got into a broadside crash, also known as a 'T-Bone Accident' and their car was flipped. May Parker is currently in surgery due to a large tear in her abdomen because of the broken car door, but she also has large internal bleeding and possible brain damage. Peter Parker just got out of surgery setting his fibula and collar bone. He may also have internal issues, but we will not know until the scan results are back. We received a faxed request from your personal doctor who insists on taking over the Parker's care, so if you could just sign here, we can switch the staff. Now, there is a matter of-"

Tony was impatient, so he interjected, "Can I see him?"

"Excuse me?" The lady looked a little taken aback by his sudden outburst.

"Can I see Peter?" He repeated again, calmer.

"Well, he is currently in the ICU, which only allows immediate family. Are you directly related to him? You have to wait until he is out of the ICU unless you are his father or-"

"Yes, he is my kid, for god's sakes! Let me see him!" There, he finally went with it. Peter was his kid. The lady was seeming to be a little weary of his explosive actions, but she must have been used to this sort of thing in her line of work.

She led him to Peter's room, and the kid looked terrible. He had tubes coming out of his nose and mouth, multiple needles inserted into his arm, so many bruises littered his body, and there was blood caked in his hair.

"Oh, Pete." He whispered, before sliding into a chair by his bed and scooting it up next to him.

He sat there for a few minutes, his head leaning on the palms of his hands, and his elbows resting on his knees. It was silent, before he finally spoke to Mrs. Vance. "Okay, give it to me. All of the information, what you need me to do, everything I need to sign."

"Alright." She talked to him for an hour about all of the logistics and outcomes. Peter was going back into surgery for his brain about two hours from the time she finished talking, to give his brain time for the swelling to go down.

When they came and got him, he decided he couldn't take sitting in the practically empty waiting room by himself for hours. He picked up the phone. "Pep," he called his fiancé. "I need you."

She arrived an hour later. They sat in the waiting room until Peter was stable enough for the couple to be in there. Tony sat right next to him like last time, but this time, Pepper was with him. It was a while before Peter finally opened his eyes, but to Tony, if was worth every second of the wait.

"Hey, kid." He spoke softly. "How do you feel?"

He took a deep breath before replying, "like shit," his voice quiet and raspy.

"Hey, language." He smirked, and Peter smiled back.

"How did they let you in here?" He asked Tony, slightly confused.

Tony gave him a mischievous grin and leaned in close, "If anyone asks, you're my kid."

About a week later, Peter was at the compound. They managed to fix his brain in about two hours, as it was pretty minor, and his bones mended quickly. He yawned and stretched out across the couch like a cat. It had been a long night working in the lab, and he ended up falling asleep in his chair. He wasn't sure how he ended up here, though.

"Hey, JARVIS?" He asked the AI, "How did I end up here?"

"At approximately 2:32 am, Sir moved you to the couch and draped the blanket over you." His robotic voice replied.

Peter was perplexed, "he moved me?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker. Would you like to see the footage?" JARVIS offered.

"Sure." A hologram appeared in front of him. Tony was hard at work on his new nanotechnology with his ACDC blasting in the back. Tony turned to see that Peter had fallen asleep in the chair, his head drooped back at an awkward angle. "JARVIS, turn off the music." The sound died out, and Tony walked over to Peter, carefully lifting him out of the chair and onto the couch behind him. "Huh. He's pretty light for a 15 year old. I should feed him more." He turned around and kept working, but this time with the sound of Peter's soft snores providing sound as opposed to the rock that was playing before.

Peter couldn't help but smile, a mix of embarrassment and happiness displayed on his face.

"In case you were wondering, Sir is upstairs. I suggest you join him, as he is attempting to make breakfast, which is not a task he is skilled at."

Peter chuckled and headed up the stairs. JARVIS's analysis, was putting it lightly. It smelled of burning, there was flour all over the floor, and Tony had milk in his hair.

"Oh, wow," was all Peter could manage to say about the sight in front of him.

"Yeah, I know. I was sitting up here fixing the toaster, and I decided I wanted pancakes. I love pancakes. Anyway, I tried to make them, and it didn't turn out so good."

Peter laughed, and asked him, "did you follow the instructions? The recipe?"

Tony frowned a little. "I followed the instructions. Pepper or Steve usually are the ones cooking, so I didn't know where the measuring stuff was-" "Measuring cups?" "-and so, I just eyeballed it."

"Tony!" Peter gaped, peering into the bowl. "You can't just eyeball it!"

"Why not? It worked before! That looks pretty close!" Tony told him, taken aback.

"Tony." Peter insisted. "It looks like you put about five cups of flour in here."

"I didn't! I only put two in, like the recipe said!" He held up a drinking cup.

"Oh my god. Drinking cups and measuring cups are not the same thing!" Peter yelled, cracking up.

"Well I am sorry nobody taught me how to cook! I pay people for these kinds of things!" Tony yelled back before sighing. "Do you just want to go to that breakfast place by your apartment? Waffle House or something? I know you mentioned you needed more clothes from your apartment anyway."

"Well, I thought May was going to be in the ICU for two more days, not five! But anyway, I do need some clothes and that place sounds great."

Peter had been staying with Tony for a few days while May was still recovering. Thanks to Peter's less extensive injuries and his healing factor, he was back to normal after a little over a week. May still had a few complications so they were monitoring her, but they were told that unless something drastic happens, she should recover.

"Awesome. Are you going to change?" Tony smirked, looking at the Iron Man pajamas Peter was wearing because he lost a bet to Tony.

"Nah, I like these!" He said smiling, like he wasn't wearing them for the sole purpose of embarrassing Tony. "Besides, it is like 8:30, nobody will probably care. Besides, it's Waffle House."

So, they got in the car and headed to go get pancakes from Waffle House, because why not. When they got there, the waiter gave them a smile and directed them to a mostly hidden booth in the back, to the pair's relief. They had just ordered, when Tony got a call.

"Huh, that's weird. This must be pretty important, or it would be directed to Pepper. Do you mind if I take it?" Peter shook his head, so Tony hit accept call. "Hello, Tony Stark."

"Hello Mr. Stark. I am calling to inform you that May Parker has recently suffered from a stroke due to the blood loss. She passed away at 8:23 this morning and you are listed as her only emergency contact. I trust that you can explain this to her relatives and figure out funeral planning. A social worker has been notified to find a place for Peter and she is willing to meet at the hospital where there is some paperwork we need you to complete. My condolences."

Tony went completely numb. May had a stroke? The doctors said she was recovering, and now Peter – oh god Peter –.

"Tony, what is going on?" Peter asked, concerned.

"Um," he struggled to find the right words. "Listen, Peter, something happened."

"Oh no." His face went blank. "Did something happen with my aunt?"

Tony nodded, solemnly. "She had a stroke last night and… passed away."

Peter's mouth slowly fell open and he started to blink back tears. Tony moved to his side of the booth and enveloped him in a hug.

"Hey, Peter, it's okay..." Tony tried to comfort the boy, slowly helped him stand and led him out to the car. "Well, it isn't okay, but we will figure everything out, you hear me? We can organize a funeral, something she would love, okay? Spider-Man can take a quick breather for as long as you need, and maybe some of the Avengers could help out so you don't need to worry about the little guy. It is the beginning of summer, so you don't need to worry about school."

"What about me?" Peter asked softly, his voice cracking. "They're going to put me in a foster home. I don't have any relatives left. It was just me and May." His voice caught on the last word, and Tony squeezed his shoulder in a comforting way, as they slid into the car. They sat there, not yet pulling out.

"Don't even worry about that. You can stay with me." Peter looked up at him taken aback.

"Really? I don't want to be a burden. If you need me to, I can go somewhere else-" He looked down, uneasily.

"Absolutely not." Tony told him. "there is no way you are staying in a foster home when you have people who care about you and can support you here. Don't ever think that."

They rode to the hospital in complete silence, except for Peter's sniffles and almost silent tears. Tony couldn't stand to see the boy that was so chatty and animated minutes ago, now falling apart at the seams.

As soon as they got there, Tony wrapped Peter in another hug, before carefully guiding him inside.

"Okay, Peter. We need to decide what to do with you." The social worker chirped, too perky for her job. "I see that you don't have any relatives and-"

"Peter will be staying with me." Tony deadpanned. "Give me whatever forms you need to sign, whatever lawyers you need me to call, I'll do it. There will be no debate on 'what to do with him.'" He said the last part mockingly, letting the social worker know that what she said was not okay.

"Absolutely, sir. Let me get everything together." She backed away, slightly freaked out.

The next few hours were filled with papers, tears, lawyers, and an unhelpful and insensitive social worker. The poor kid was still in his Iron Man pajamas, looking as small and helpless as Tony had ever seen him. Finally, everything was taken care of and Tony could bring Peter back to the tower. They walked in to find all of the Avengers playing games and chatting like usual.

"Hey, you can go ahead to your room, I'll talk to them." Tony whispered softly to the kid. "I'll come find you when I am done." He practically ran off to his room that he used whenever he stayed here, which left Tony with the confused Avengers.

"Hey guys?" Tony called out to the Avengers lounging in the living room. "Uh… I have a kid now."