Irondad Oneshots

Not your time (Part 2)

Not your time, part two.

Enjoy.

"Tony?"

The whisper brought Peter out of a dreamless sleep.

He was still curled against Tony's side, his dad's arm around him, the other holding his phone.

Pepper was leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile glowing on her face. "How is he?"

He could feel the vibrations of Tony's answer in his chest. "He woke up for a bit yesterday. Slept peacefully all night. How's Morgan?"

A quick flash of amusement passed over her face. "She won't stop asking to see her big brother."

The teenager cracked his eyes open, blinking slowly up at his dad, who glanced down with a small smile. "Morning sleepin' beauty."

Peter waved his hand lazily, mumbling a response.

"Sorry, what was that?" Tony peered down at him with laughing eyes.

"Shoosh. It's too early."

There was a quiet chuckle from Pepper, and then she was sitting down beside the bed, smoothing her hand across his hair. "Morning Peter."

He grinned tiredly at her. "Morning Miss Pepper."

"I've told you, Peter," she shook her head fondly. "It's Pepper. Not Mrs Stark, not Ms Potts, not Miss Pepper. Just Pepper."

"Mmm. Where's ev'ryone?"

His dad bent down, pressing a soft kiss to Peter's hair, squeezing his shoulder with one hand. "They're all out in the living room, waiting for you to wake up."

"Where are we?"

Pepper stood up and moved to the doorway, shooting a quick smile at Tony. "Our home. We'll give you a tour when you're better. We live here now. I'm going to get Morgan, if you feel up to it."

Peter nodded eagerly. "Of course!"

His dad helped him sit up, propping him against a mound of pillows. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

The teen scrunched his nose thoughtfully. "Not really. Just sore. Nothing bad."

Tony gave him a scrutinizing glance. "Tell me if you get tired, okay? Morgam can be hyper."

Before Peter could answer, the door burst open and in came a blue and pink blue that landed on the side of the bed in the form of a four year old girl. "Hi!" She chirped. "I'm Morgan!"

Peter's smiled at her. "Hey Mor."

Her nose scrunched. "That's not my name!!"

Peter suppressed a grin. "My apologies milady."

She leaned closer. "Are you Peter?"

He nodded carefully. "Yeah."

"My dad is your dad too?" At his nod her eyes grew large. "Whoa. So you're my brother?"

Peter nodded again. "Yeah."

She stared at him in silence for several seconds before she hopped off the bed. "Okay! I have to go eat my lunch. I'll come back later, and I can read you my book. Since you're my brother, I gotta take care of you, and I'll love you a thousand!"

"That's more than your mom," Tony interjected.

Morgan nodded firmly. "Cause brothers are special, mommy said. And my brother is extra special. Cause you cried when he wasn't there."

With that she turned and bounced out.

In the ensuing silence, Peter dropped his head back on the pillow, tilting his head back enough to see his dad's face. "She looks like you."

Tony smiled wistfully, absentmindedly playing with one of his son's curls. "Yeah. We're lucky she didn't get my temperament."

Peter lifted his arms, wincing as the right one twinged with pain, and wrapping them around his dad's shoulders. "Eh. Could be worse. Can I go see everyone now?"

A grin touched the corner of his mouth, and he rested his forehead on Peter's. "If you don't overexert yourself. But only for a bit."

Peter nodded happily, already pushing the blanket away from his legs.

"Hold your horses there, kiddo. I've got to get you a wheelchair. Cho's orders."

Peter stuck out his bottom lip. "But I feel fine."

His dad shot him a firm glare. "Nope. That's only because your healing factor had six weeks to fix you. You're still in bad shape. The six weeks of ni motion made your muscles atrophy a bit, so you're gonna be weak for a while. Come on. Wheelchair."

Grumbling, the teen did as told, sliding into the chair, and folding his arms with a pout.

"None of that," Tony said playfully. "You're going to see the avengers."

"Dad, you are literally an avenger yourself."

"Details."

"Besides," Peter added in impishly. "You're always gonna be my favourite."

"Darn straight."

No one noticed them entering the room, at first, and Peter took the opportunity to watch his family be together again.

Nat was lying on the couch, her feet on Bruce- Hulk- whatevers lap, and her head on Clint's lap. Her hands were animatedly gesturing along the lines of whatever story she was telling.

Peter had rarely seen her that carefree before.

Thor was talking to a dark haired man near the front door, and omygosh was that Loki?????

Steve and Bucky were sitting together, Bucky grinning as Steve tried to make him laugh, then hurriedly sketching the impression in his notebook.

Pepper and Morgan were at the table, the dark haired little girl pouting at something Pepper said.

Tony cleared his throat, and all of them looked up.

They were silent for a split second, and then there was clamoring, people all talking at once, hugs, and slaps on the back, and many tears, until Tony finally pushed everyone back, stating- very firmly- that Peter was not to be overexcited or he could forget staying out of bed.

They migrated back to the couches, and Peter- after some help out of the wheelchair- curled up next to his dad, Morgan on his other side, leaning on him, and just rested.

They were safe.

His family was safe.

He could rest now.