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Young Peter and the cat

A/N yes, this is another young Peter chapter, my friends have been bugging me to write it so *shrugs* also if anyone has requested I haven't forgotten you I just need a little time to think of plots, that's all. Happy reading! 

Peter, who was three, waddled around the communal floor, looking for his father, Tony Stark. 

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" He called. "Dada?" He walked over to where Natasha was arguing with Clint over something. "Where's daddy?" He asked her, eyes adorably big as he lifted his hands up in a 'I don't know' sign. 

"He's gone shopping." Natasha told him. 

"Why's he gone shopping?" 

"Because he needs to get something." 

"What does he need get?"

Natasha laughed and tapped his nose with one of her fingers. "I can't tell you that mister!" She wrapped her arms around him and tickled his sides, causing Peter to squirm and giggle. 

When she eventually stopped, Peter managed to talk again. "Why can't you tell me?" He asked, still giggling slightly and out of breath. 

"Because it's against the rules."

Peter pouted. "Can't you secretly tell me?" He whispered. 

Natasha appeared to think about it for a bit, tapping her chin and raising her eyes to the ceiling. 

"Alright, come here." 

Peter's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he leant closer, Natasha holding up a hand to cup the noise between them, whispering something in his ear.

"It's a secret!" Natasha whispered into his ear, causing Peter to frown at her. 

"You're mean!" Peter told her, folding his arms- or rather, holding one over the top of the other. 

"You'll find out later." Natasha replied ruffling his soft brown curls. 

"But I wanna find out now!" Peter stomped one of his tiny feet on the ground, causing the little lights on the ends to light up and flash. It seemed he wasn't in the mood to stop whatever he was doing and stare, like normal, for he glared saltily at Natasha, then turned to Clint, who was watching the whole thing in amusement. 

"Uncle Clint, can you pleaseeeeeeee tell me what daddy's buying?" 

Clint laughed. "Sorry kiddo, just wait until he get's home, then you can ask him yourself." 

Peter walked closer to Clint and enclosed his small fist around the end of his shorts. "What if you secretly," Peter tried winking at him but instead blinked both eyes. "-told me." He whispered, though it was really loud enough to be heard from the other side of the room. 

Clint just laughed. "Nice try; maybe Uncle Thor will tell you." 

Eyes lighting up, Peter ran as fast as his tiny legs would carry him to where he knew Thor was- the training room, training with Uncle Steve, Uncle Bucky, and whoever else felt the need to show off their muscles. 

Peter jumped to grab the door handle and tugged it down, stumbling into the training room clumsily. 

Thor was sparring with Steve, hitting his hammer against Steve's shield. The others were watching, awaiting their turn. 

"Uncle Thor Uncle Thor!" Peter yelled, oblivious to the fact he could get very hurt if he got in the way. Steve and Thor immediately stopped, and Thor put down his hammer, kneeling down to get to a similar height to Peter. 

"What is it son of Stark?" He boomed, allowing Peter to wrap his arms around his neck. He lifted Peter easily, and Peter immediately got distracted by his hair, playing with a little plait that Wanda had done in it.