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Happy V day, baby! ❤💋 Here's a WIP I've been working on for a bit that my boy @pretty-bratty has been eagerly waiting for. So Happy Valentine's Day, puppy love 😘 It's not done yet by any means, I'm realizing just how long this fic will actually be... but here is the first part for now.

(I'll probably beta it and put it up on A03 later on as well)

Enjoy~

"Make You Mine"

[Starker A/B/O verse - dom/sub, older/(very)younger dynamic, implied grooming] If you don't like - don't read.

"Show me how much you want to be mine, sweetheart. Make me believe your little whimpers of want are genuine. Tell me why you deserve to be mine and only mine." Tony's voice is tires on gravel. Firewood burning into embers. His fingers grip the small boy's chin. Keeping his whiskey eyes on him. Watching every little emotion flick across the boy's sweet face.

He would hide in the darkened hallway having snuck out of his room just to listen to Mr. Stark talk about the "good old days" for hours over drinks with Uncle Ben. He had sat across from him during Aunt May's dinners a few times a month. Saw him for every holiday, every weekend, every birthday. Mr. Stark was a figure in Peter's life for as long as he could remember.

Peter, who is down on his knees in front of his alpha (not officially his yet, but he will be), whines as he stares up at the man. Eyes wide as he pleads for something he doesn't fully understand yet. Begs to belong to this man that he's watched from behind his uncle's rules for years...

However, Peter was made to keep his distance. Being an omega, especially being the only one in their house, he was forced into acknowledging the hypersexualization placed upon him. Ben made sure he understood the importance of listening when he was told to leave. He wasn't told explicitly why, but he was told it was for his safety.

When he was younger, it was a curse. Whenever he became excited or happy, his pheromones would cause the alphas present to become distracted. Aunt May and Uncle Ben never could smell him properly, probably due to blood relations. But Mr. Stark could and would always be the one to suggest he be removed. After a few incidents, Mr. Stark would just get up and place a hand on his shoulder, fingers firmly gripping him and walk him to his bedroom. Peter's eyes would well up with tears, and his small voice would whisper, "I just wanted to be with everyone."

Mr. Stark would get down on a knee and look over the little omega. His warm eyes looked caring and genuine when he'd reassure the pup and tell him, "It's for your own safety, Petey. It's not that we don't want you there. We all do. You'll understand when you're older." If Peter wasn't consoled by words alone, Mr. Stark would pull him into a hug for a few moments. Gripping tight around his small frame, and his breath tickled Peter's neck as he breathed him in. Those were Peter's favorite memories when he thought back to them.

As Peter became a bit older, his sugar cookie scent of a child omega turned into more honey and vanilla. It wasn't his mature omega scent yet, but it was more alluring than ever before. Those secret hugs would run longer, and Mr. Stark's nose would now press against Peter's skin. He didn't have to get onto a knee anymore because Peter was tall enough to reach his waist. Sometimes, the alpha would quietly purr to the omega, "it's not you, sweetheart. We want you to stay. It's instincts. They're hard to push down." And Peter would quietly ask through the tears, "you really wanted me to stay?" Mr. Stark would scent off something comforting to console the omega- "Me more than anyone, Petey. Promise."

The parties and get-togethers became smaller and less frequent after that. Uncle Ben would go out more than host in due to Peter's safety. Only a few alphas would still come to visit, Mr. Stark being the guarantee. He was Ben's best friend after all... Peter had nothing to do with it. At least, that's what he told himself.

Even though Mr. Stark wouldn't push him away when he hugged him hello or when sat on his lap, despite being older now. It's something Peter started doing a while ago as a child when Mr. Stark came to visit; arriving before Ben got out of work.

Stark had proven to be safe and caring for Peter at that point. Even Aunt May felt comfortable leaving the omega with him for short periods of time. Like when she was in the kitchen cooking and Peter and him were in the living room. His hand firmly on Peter's thigh as the young omega excitedly told him about his school day. The omega's scent warmed more and more as Mr. Stark commented on certain things Peter said.

Then there came a time when Peter was older, still sitting on the man's lap after school during what came to be their "personal time". Mr. Stark told him "you're such a smart little boy, aren't you, Petey?" He froze. His face flushed red, and his scent bloomed into something buttery and sweet. Like honey covered waffles. Sweet and savory... Mr. Stark's grip started to burn his thigh. At some point, his other hand made a trip to Peter's other leg. Holding him just as tight... and his face was buried in Peter's hair, smelling him. Breathing him in deeply with a rumble somewhere deep in his chest and a growl in his throat. It made Peter feel funny, but he just sank into the warmth of Mr. Stark's chest.

"Petey, sweetheart." Mr. Stark's voice was deeper than usual, Peter thought. His eyes closed as he tucked himself more into the alpha's warmth. "Peter." A chill shot through the young boy that time, and he whimpered. He blinked and looked up at the alpha. His eyes seemed darker to the dazed omega. But the man smiled gently to him, "Oh Petey, my sweet honeysuckle," he cooed at the boy. "Let’s get you to bed, hm?"

Tony lifted Peter from the couch and carried him up the stairs to his room. "Thank you, sir." Peter whispered sleepily against the alpha's neck. He enjoyed resting his head on the man when Mr. Stark would hug him. It always felt safe and smelt good. Mr. Stark always smelt good. Smelt even better lately...

Tony shivered at the boy's words as he laid him down onto the bed. Leaned over him longer than necessary, and rubbed his nose and cheek over the boy's neck.

He's watched this child grow into the young teenager he is. If thirteen is really to be considered a teenager... he's had the opportunity to be here to see all his firsts, but his first drop wasn't something he thought he'd have the pleasure to witness.

Although, he'd be lying to himself if he said there wasn't always a glimmer of hope. Ever since the child first presented and had that sweet giddy smell of sugar, Tony was protective of him, to say the least. But once puberty started and sugar turned to honey, his instincts kicked into overdrive.

Tony would be the one to offer to host the guys over his place or rent out a bar for the night. Anything to keep the sweet smell of Peter to himself. Away from the barbaric alphas, he and Ben call friends. After all, Peter has always shown a special interest in him and only him. Would sneak out of bed just to watch him. Would blink up at him with those big, beautiful fawn eyes. Would hold him so tight with those little hands when he'd hug him.

The little omega would even unknowingly press into his touches when he'd pat his head or wipe his tears away... Peter is and has always been his, the way Tony saw it. So rightfully, it was him that brought the pup into his first drop.

Not long after the alpha put Peter to bed, he heard the door downstairs close; signaling that Ben was home. "Petey, darling, I need to go downstairs now. You're safe. Just sleep for a bit. Okay?" Tony undid the buttons on his own shirt and took it off just so he could take his undershirt off. Peter seemed to be knocked out right now, but Tony wanted to make sure the omega didn't sour without an alpha's scent nearby. He left his undershirt draped over the pup's chest.

When the pup came to, it was darker out, and he was in his room. He sighed and welcomed the strong familiar scent around him. He blinked the drowsiness away and realized where the scent was coming from. "Mr. Stark's shirt...?" He blinked at it for a moment before instinctively pressing it to his face, breathing in deeply. Then he laid it across his pillow and curled up around it.

He whimpered and sighed in contentment. It was so good, whatever "it" was that was taking over him. He needed more of it though. More of what, though, he didn't know that either... but his body was craving it. His body understood whatever his brain didn't.

There was a clatter of plates, and a moment later, Mr. Stark was in the omega's bedroom again. "Pete? Hey, Petey, sweetheart?" Mr. Stark cooed as he went and kneeled beside Peter's bed. His large, warm hand rested on the little omega's side, and the pup whined and whimpered. "Shhh, it's okay, Pete. I'm here." Peter whined louder, more distraught. "Oh baby, please look at me, sweetheart. I'm right here." Mr. Stark's voice was deep again, and it made Peter shiver and look at the Alpha.

"Alpha?" Peter whispered, making grabby hands. "Need!" He whines. "Hurts!" His child-like innocence bleeding through, asking for what his instincts are screaming for, despite his keepers being in the room with them now.

"I know sweet little omega, it hurts but it'll calm down soon. You're safe." Mr. Stark tried to comfort the small pup. One hand under his head and the other on his side, slowly dragging lower to rub the poor pup's tummy.

Aunt May gasped and went to her nephew, but he recoiled from her touch. They understood immediately then that the little omega was going into a pre-heat.

"Tony." Peter heard Uncle Ben's voice like he had never heard it before. Peter's eyes were closed again, but he could hear Mr. Stark's breathing changed, and he smelt like fire and the whiskey he always drank. Peter shivered and gasped. He reached his arm out, trying to touch the alpha. But his uncle's voice shot out like a bullet again. "Tony. Stand down." It sounded like something from one of his war stories to Peter's ears.

Mr. Stark growled, and to Peter's dismay, he turned from him and went to Uncle Ben, who stood in the door way. "We both know what happens, Ben. Do you really want him to go through this unguided?" Tony tried to keep his voice neutral for Peter's sake.

"May will keep him company. He's too young to keep company with an alpha." Ben asserted.

"Ben. You know I won't hurt him. For fucks sake I've been keeping him safe the past nine years." Mr. Stark's growl peaked through in desperation. Having a distressed omega mere feet away, especially his little honeysuckle, who's crying with need.

"Please." Peter's voice broke the argument up. He sounded desperate and in pain. "Don't understand what's going on," he cried.

Aunt May wasn't having it. "Benjamin Franklin Parker. You let him help my boy, damnit!" Mr. Stark smirked in victory and thanked Aunt May as he passed her.

"May, ice water and a fever breaker if you have any." Mr. Stark told her as he lifted Peter up onto his chest as he slinked into his bed with him. She nodded with a dutiful look on her and left the room on a mission. Thankfully she pulled Uncle Ben along with her. "I'm here, baby. I got you. You can let go, little omega." Mr. Stark hushed and cooed at him.

"Ah- alpha, please." Peter shivered and plastered himself to the man and all his warmth as he shook. He could barely think straight. He didn't know what was happening to him but what he did know was that he needed Mr. Stark to hold him more. Needed him to keep calling him baby and omega. Everything inside him begged for it. Begged for- water.

"Alpha. Thirsty…" he whined.

"I know baby boy, your aunt May will be back soon." Mr. Stark ran his fingers up and down Peter's body. Through his hair and down his neck and shoulder, down his arms and back up. Peter sighed in relief, his scent changing back to that sweet honey nectar. "That's my boy. So perfect." Mr. Stark praised him. Sending a shiver through the omega again.

May came back with the water and handed it to Tony with some pills. "No funny business. Don't break my trust, Tones." She warned him before leaving again to calm Ben down. He nodded. He knew better than to get on her bad side.

"Puppy, can you drink for me?"

"Mmhmm" Peter picked his head up looking up at the man and opened his mouth. Mr. Stark held the glass to his lips, watching him. He swallowed some but most of it was spilling down his chin and he whined. "Alpha… all wet." He pouted

Mr. Stark smirked and bit back a laugh. "You have no idea just how much I wish that was true." He mumbled to himself and Peter furrowed his brow not understanding. He shook his head and took a sip of water from Peter's glass, and Peter's looked offended and huffed for a second before Mr. Stark's large hand was bracing soft brown curls and holding the omega still as he leaned in and kissed him. Peter squeaked then moaned into it, swallowing the cool water.

Peter's fist was tight, gripping at the older man's shirt when they parted. Mr. Stark's eyes were dark again like early and that scent of fire burned stronger. The little omega was panting, trying to catch his breath. He wanted another kiss from Mr. Stark. He's seen his aunt and uncle kiss before but he can't imagine that they feel what he just felt. "More, please. Thirsty, Alpha." The pup opened his mouth eagerly and Mr. Stark groaned at the view. He's just an alpha, just a man… and a beautiful little omega begging with his mouth open, that's a sight the simple man could get used to.

He took the water into his mouth again and the eager pup squeaked with joy. The alpha purred deep in his chest as leaned in once more to water his little honeysuckle. Peter sucked it down and moved forward to make the feel last. The plush feel of lips against his was everything, but then Mr. Stark pulled away. The room filled with the tantalizing smell of honey, butter and wood burning. The man felt imself getting hard under the weight of the little omega. Instincts. But The man could only believe his own bullshit for so long. This wasn't just instincts, it was pure unadulterated want.

"Petey, baby, I need you to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?" Mr. Stark asked him with a husky voice.

The boy nodded up at him. "Yes, alpha." He chirped. Mr. Stark groaned and used all his strength to not hit himself over the head for getting himself into this situation.

"Good boy." The alpha praised the pup which ignited another wave of honey from the omega. The man was near drunk on it already, he has to be more careful with his words. "Petey, puppy, need you to try and relax for me. Think you can do that? Remember how we talked about it when you were younger? Alpha's instincts are hard to push down. And right now my instincts are telling me to do some things I really can't do to you, baby boy."

He spoke softly to the boy, not wanting to startle him, but his voice was dry and rough. The boy hummed acknowledgement and pushed his head up into Stark's hand that was petting through his hair. "Petey. I need words." He used that voice that made the pup shiver.

"Yes, alpha. I'll try." He sighed out. "Can you… can you talk to me, Mr. Stark? Please. You've always known how to calm me." Peter added as he tried hard to relax his body.

"Of course, Petey. I got you." Mr. Stark smirked down at the boy. He really was so good. Obeying his gentle order. The man continued to pet the boy as he was doing earlier. His other hand came to rest on his own chest, near the boy's face. He gently stroked his finger over the boy's chin, accidentally grazing the omega's bottom lip.

That made the pup open his mouth, as if it was an order, and took the alpha's finger into his mouth to suckle on. The man was about to pull it out but the omega let out such a contented sigh he didn't have the heart to.

"Do you understand what's going on with you, Petey pie? Why you're feeling this way?" Mr. Stark asked him, the boy gently shook his head no. "You didn't learn about this in school or perhaps some of your friends were talking about it before or your aunt and uncle?" Peter replied in the same manner. Mr. Stark sighed exasperatedly. Disappointed in the school system and honestly in Ben and May. Especially May, she was a nurse. "Okay, baby, it's alright. I'll explain it to you. Do-"

"Why do you keep calling me 'baby'?" The little omega spoke around the thick finger in his mouth.

"I- uh, I didn't- do you not like it?" The alpha was caught off guard by the sudden question. If he's being honest, he never thinks about it. Words just spill out of him.

"No. Like it. Love it." Peter hummed. "But I'm not your baby, am I?" The boy said it innocently, "that's what people call each other when they're dating. Or parents call their kids. Neither of those fit us." It seemed like the omega was starting to come back to himself. Logical and calculative as ever. Smart as a damn whip, but so innocent.

"I see you got your voice back, hm? Smart as ever Petey. But there are other occasions. I just won't fill your head with it right now. I want to explain what you're going through and I want to know why you don't know about it yet. Think you can manage, pup?" Mr. Stark lifted a brow and waited expectantly.

Peter pouted around the man's finger still in his mouth. He felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment, not even fully understanding how everything happened, yet remembering everything. But he pulled his head back and the alpha's finger slowly fell from his lips. He went to sit up, despite not waiting to pull away from the comforting smell and cozy warmth. However, Mr. Stark's other hand caught him before he could and held him firmly in place.

"I didn't tell you to move, little omega. I told you to speak." Mr. Stark's voice was firm and Peter didn't dare to argue.

"Sorry, alpha. I mean Mr. Stark." He peeped out and kept his eyes down. Instincts. That's what Mr. Stark told him. These natural impulses we act on, they're what we've been designed to do. Peter's thoughts were disrupted by a low humming from the man's chest. A comforting purr to help him relax again. Which he did. Then continued with a deep breath- "Uncle Ben never wanted me to attend health classes where we learned about alpha and omega sciences. Nor about sexual education. He said that everything I need to know, my alpha will teach me. That's how it's meant to be" Peter shrugged.

The older man's eyes were furrowed tightly. He looked confused and angry all at once. Almost scary, but Mr. Stark was never scary like other alphas can be, so Peter still felt safe with him. Despite the sulphuric smell permeating from him.

The little omega tried to purr the way the older man did to comfort him as well, but the boy wasn't sure how. So he leaned forward and showed his neck to the alpha. He's seen this in movies before. Never understood what it did but alpha's always seemed to like it. And Mr. Stark was no different. He immediately buried his nose into the young omega's neck and inhaled him. His scent gradually started to smell like smoke and then fire again, to Peter's amusement and relief.

"Where did you learn that?" Mr. Stark rumbled again his skin before pulling back to look at the boy.

"Saw it in a movie." God, he was so innocent. The alpha just stared in disbelief and awe… hunger nipping deep in his belly.

"Do you understand what you just did, Pete? Why it calms alpha's down?" He asked the boy. Peter shook his head in response and Mr. Stark rolled his eyes.

"You have an alpha and May is a nurse and you haven't a clue about your own nature? Unbelievable."

"I'm sorry." Peter muttered and started to draw back as if it was his fault. But the man grabbed him and held him still, held his chin so he the boy couldn't look away.

"Peter. I wasn't blaming you. None of it is your fault. It was the duty of your guardian's to teach you before you started to reach mating age. You're perfect, Petey. Don't let anyone every make you believe otherwise. Understood? You're my good boy." Mr. Stark's eyes were as warm as the words he spoke. Peter started feeling a little hazy again.

"Hey, pup, stay with me. I know you want to go under again but I don't think I can say no a second time." He was being honest with himself and to the boy. The man only had so much willpower in the face of bad choices and he was almost there. "Let’s keep talking, Petey. Ask me questions and I'll answer them. Okay? Anything you're curious about?"

Peter tried to blink the floaty feeling away. He wanted to be good for Mr. Stark. Wanted to learn everything he could from him. "Uh. Why-" he blinked more and shook his head. "Why is it bad that Uncle Ben wants me to wait to learn from my alpha?"

"Oh, sweetheart. No, don't get me wrong. It's not bad." Mr. Stark put his warm palm against the boy's cheek and Peter nuzzled into it. "It's just a very old school way of thinking. Most of your peers already know all the basics and importances. It's not fair to you, that is my point." The alpha lowered his hand to the boy's neck and gently rubbed there. Peter became all too pliant after that, relaxing into the alpha's touch. He let out a long, desperate whine, not even realizing he did it until it was out of him. He jerked away from the alpha, mortified.

Mr. Stark smiled and held back a small laugh and guided him back to his chest. "What's going on with me?" The omega pouted.

"Nothing, Peter. You're absolutely perfect." Mr. Stark sighed out contentedly.

"Then why am I like this? I- I had your finger in my mouth and wasn't even embarrassed! That's not normal!" Peter complained and buried his head into the warmth of Mr. Stark's side. His head was comfortably contained between Mr. Stark's bicep and his intercostal muscles. It was his new favorite hiding spot.

"Sweetheart. I have a good feeling that if I was anybody else you wouldn't have gone that far. But it's me, Petey. I've known you since you were three years old. I think I tucked you into this bed more times than Ben has at this point. There's nothing shameful in being comfortable with someone." The alpha tried to comfort the pup.

"So I'm not gross?" Peter asked, muffled from his hiding place.

"God. Peter, baby, come here. Of course you're not gross. Why would you think something like that?" Peter whimpered from being pulled from hiding and immediately hid his fave in the crook of Mr. Stark's neck.

"I don't know." He replied quietly. "Just don't understand what's going on."

"You're maturing into a sweet little omega, Petey. That's what's going on. You're right around that age where puberty starts. For omegas and alphas, it looks a little different. But in a few more years you'll technically be ready to pair and mate, if that's what you want." He wouldn't admit how the thought filled his throat with bile. But the alpha swallowed it down and continued to speak. "The reason you're feeling this way and doing things you perhaps haven't thought about before is because you're body is going into pre-heat."

Peter furrowed his brows and looked more upset with a pout than confused. "What does it mean?" He prompted the alpha to keep speaking.

"It means that soon, your doctor will have an actual time frame, but soon you'll start having heats. It's your body telling you and unmated alphas that your capable of mating. Your instincts will make you want certain things, make you need to do certain things…" Mr. Stark cleared his throat and shifted minutely under the omega. "But that won't be for a while yet, pup."

"So, this is basically my body going through a test run? Experimenting and making sure everything is in order?" The pup's scientific mind found it interesting enough he supposed, but his emotional mind hated it. He pouted more and let out a pathetic little whine of frustration.

Mr. Stark cooed and purred at him to calm him again. "Shh, it's going to be okay, baby. You have your aunt and uncle and I to help you through it. I have a doctorates in chemical biology and your aunt is a nurse. You're in good hands, baby."

Peter gave the man a soft smile at his comforting words but something still kept bugging him and his body was itchy and too hot and needed something that he didn't understand. It was so overwhelming for the little omega. He wanted to throw a tantrum but he didn't want to embarrass himself any further in front of Mr. Stark. So he just started crying.

"Oh, baby, why the tears? Talk to me." Mr. Stark pressed.

"Why you keep calling me baby if you're not my alpha?" Peter cried harder and whipped at his tears.

The question, for the second time, through the man off. He didn't want to lie to the kid but he couldn't just say it outright. "Because you should be mine." "Because you were made to be mine." "Because I know you better than anyone." He couldn't bring himself to say any of it, so he delt with the question the way he deals with all questions. With another question.

"Do you want me to be your alpha, Petey?" His voice was soft yet strong as he asked it.

That made the dam break in the boy and he started sobbing. "I-I… I… I don't know!" He cried almost historically into Mr. Stark's shoulder. The alpha rubbed circles into the boy's back and held him close. Purring to comfort him.

"It's okay, Pete. You let me know the answer when you figure it out. I'm not going anywhere. Rest and I'll tell you more about your body. Okay?"

Peter tried hard to stop his sobs, being comforted by Mr. Stark's voice and arms around him, he eventually fell asleep. The last thing he remembered hearing was something about biting glands and scent marking.

When Peter woke up again the next afternoon, Mr. Stark was gone. His smell still lingered all around Peter though and he reveled in it. Nuzzling into the pillows the man laid on, Peter sighed contentedly. Mr. Stark was always so kind to him. Last night was different though. He touched Peter more than usual and spoke softer. called him 'baby'... kissed him.

Peter's eyes went wide as the memory flooded back to him, and he bolted upright in bed. Mr. Stark kissed him, and he went and asked for more like an ungrateful child! "So embarrassing!" He shoved a pillow over his face and laid back down. He'll never be able to look the man in the eyes again! Ugh!

"Peter, is that you? Are you awake?" Aunt May called from downstairs.

Peter took in a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, auntie May. I'll be down soon."

"If you're up for it, Pete, there's still time to make it to school." Peter could hear her standing at the bottom of the stairs wrestling with her coat. She must be heading into work.

"Okay." Peter forces himself out of bed and to the top of the stairs to say bye to his aunt. He doesn't want to go to school, but he also doesn't want to be home by himself. "I'll go to school, auntie, don't worry. Have a good day at work."

May eyed him to see if anything was a miss. He looked tired and perhaps a bit dehydrated, but his eyes were clear. "Okay, sweetie. But if you need anything, go to the nurse and have them call me. Promise?"

"Promised." Peter gave her a soft smile. "Larb you." He added quietly.

"Larb you, sweetie. I'll see you tonight." And then May left, and Peter went to get dressed for school.

It was another normal day. He sat with Ned during the classes they had together. Got an A on homework in Bio, passed his quarterly exam, and even managed to get through most of gym without any issues. Whatever happened to him last night seemed to be over... thankfully.

But then it was lunchtime. He sat with MJ and Ned as he always did, and they talked about whatever. Everything was fine, until Flash came over and proceeded to remind him of his existence.

"What do you want, Flash?" MJ asked, annoyed.

"Relax. I'm just here to ask Pete where he got his amazing scarf from." Flash teased. "I can smell alpha stink on it a mile away. Did wittle Petey find himself an alpha over the weekend?"

"That's none of your business, Flash. Get out of here." MJ tried again. Peter clutched Mr. Stark's shirt that we was wearing around his neck like a diy infinity scarf. He thought it looked cool enough not to be noticed, but of course Flash would.

"Hey, I'm just making conversation here." Flash defended.

"No, you're being a jerk is what you're doing." Ned meekly added. Peter was proud of him and gave him a timid smile.

Flash rolled his eyes and crept closer to Peter, who shied away. But then Flash was right there and pulled on the "scarf" to Peter's dismay. Peter held onto it, but Flash managed to get it over his head and ripped it from his grip. She showingly took a large sniff from it and shook his head in disgust.

"Who the heck is quarting you, Parker? This stinks!" He said too loudly for Peter's ears and before Peter could turn around properly to try and retrieve what's his... Flash flung it into the trash.

"Flash! What the hell!" MJ shouted and stood up. MJ was also an alpha, but she didn't come into her scent yet, but her temper and protectiveness were there.

"What? I'm just doing my duty and throwing out the garbage. That thing stunk like trash, so that's where it belongs." Falsh shruged and walked away like nothing happened.

Peter got up then and went over to the garbage can and looked down into it. The shirt was ruined, and he didn't want to be labeled as a garbage picker, so he didn't even bother to try and save it. His scent soured unbeknownst to him, but some of the other kids looked over at him. Little alphas and omegas a like. It was MJ that took his hand and guided him to the nurses office.

"Pete, I'm sorry. Flash is such a jerk, but it's okay. Whoever gave you the scarf, I'm sure they'll give you another one. Just tell them what happened. It'll be okay." She tried to comfort him as they walked, but he was starting to cry and feel overwhelmed without Mr. Stark scent. He didn't understand why he took it with him to begin with, but he felt he needed it. And now it was gone. And he didn't know what to do...

"Pete, it's alright." MJ tired again.

"Thanks, Em. I don't... don't really understand what's wrong with me." He spoke around tears, "but I think I should probably go home." MJ gave him a soft smile and nodded in agreement.

"That's okay, Pete. Have the nurse call your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow? Or whenever you feel better. And don't let Flash win by thinking about it. It's not worth it."

"You're right. I'll try." Pete said before giving MJ a small wave off and going into the nurses' room. Apparently, a perk of being a young omega is that the nurses are more understanding and don't even ask questions. Peter showed up sniffing and asking to go home and they just handed him the phone.

It took a moment, but finally, Aunt May picked up. "Hello?"

"A-aunt May?" Peter's voice trembled.

"Oh, Petey! What happened? Are you hurt?" She panicked.

"N-n-nooo" and soon Peter was fully crying like a child. "I don't know what's wrong, but I wanna go hooome!" He sobbed into the phone.

One of the nurses grabbed a warming blanked and a juice box for him to try and calm the young omega down.

"Petey, can I talk to the school nurse?"

Peter nodded his head despite Aunt May not being able to see and handed the phone over. "Hello?" The nuse said, and then May spoke. Peter wasn't sure what she told him, but the other nurse guided Peter over to a bed to lay down on.

"Mr. Parker?" The nurse said after hanging up the phone. "Your aunt said she can't come to pick you up, but she gave me the phone number of your uncle. I'm going to call him. Just try to sleep and relax while we wait. Okay?"

"O-okay." Peter nodded.

He heard the nurse speak to someone briefly before hanging up again. "Mr. Parker, your uncle will be here in ten minutes."

"Thank you." Peter shook out, and he tried to calm his breathing.

It wasn't long afterward when Peter's nose caught wind of a familiar scent... and it wasn't of his uncle. He jumped up off of the bed the same moment he saw him in the doorway.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter smiled.

"Tony stark?" Both of the nurses looked in bewilderment at the man that just walked in.

Peter opened his arms for a hug, and Mr. Stark scooped him up. Letting Peter rest his head on his neck and breathe him in. "I got you, buddy. It's okay." He cooed the young omega.

"Mr. Stark, May Parker didn't specify that you were Peter's uncle." One nurse said in almost awe.

"We won't have a problem here, right?" He tipped his sunglasses down to look at the two older women.

They both shook their heads, and one spoke, "No, of course not. We hope Mr. Parker feels better soon."

"He will." The alpha spoke confidently and put both his arms around the boy. He left almost as quickly as he walked in. Peter sighed in sweet relief, and a purr escaped him. He didn't know he could make that sound, but apparently, he could. Mr. Stark chuckled and nuzzled against his cheek.

"I got you, pup. You're alright, now. Alpha's got you."

Peter dove head first into those words of comfort and snuggled in closer to his alpha.

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'It's Peter. Parker.'

He slides the phone back into his pocket without much hope. No one will reply - haven't in all these months - and even if someone would, it would be a very annoyed Happy.

It's September, and the mornings are foggy-pink like apples, the evenings are orange from streetlights and fallen leaves - and Peter's been living with this bittersweet mix of hope and anxiety since Germany.

Since Mr. Stark gave him that little talk in the car. Peter tries not to die from embarrassment every time he remembers that not hug.

"You sure you're okay, kid? No feeling sick, dizziness, any other fun stuff?"

Peter hurried to nod, then shake his head. The movement echoed with the pain.

"Yeah, no, I'm-I'm totally fine!"

I don't want you to go.

But Mr. Stark - Tony - had a long night ahead. Lots to discuss with Captain America and the others. Lots to figure out about Cap's friend, the one with the cool arm. And Peter, well, Peter wasn't needed in any of this. Not anymore.

That fight in Berlin airport ended almost as soon as it started. Everyone stopped throwing superpowered punches and started talking, right after-

No. Peter forbids himself to think about it. This memory is saved for before sleep.

And right now he better focus on whatever Ned is saying.

"...in the news."

"Huh?" Peter whips his head to look at his best friend. "Sorry, what's in the news?"

"Mr. Stark," Ned repeats patiently, slurping apple juice. "Saw them in the morning news, him and Cap."

"Really?"

Peter almost asks what suit was Mr. Stark wearing, but bites his tongue before the words slip out. He's not a fangirl gossiping about a popstar. He's just gonna see it himself on YouTube after school.

"They've been asked if a part of the Avengers tower could be open for school field trips."

"Really?!"

Okay, he's repeating himself, but - seriously, he missed that?!

"Yup." Ned smiles dreamily. "Mr. Stark said it's a great idea-"

"Really?!?"

This time Ned gives him a look, and Peter giggles sheepishly. Yeah, alright.

"Yeah dude. Don't get your hopes high though. Cap banned it."

Ugh.

"Said it's dangerous and blah blah blah."

"And rightfully so." Michelle chimes in, and Peter didn't even know she was here. "Imagine all this herd near the alien weapon and superpowered technology."

"O-o-oh, you're the Avengers fan?!" Ned's eyes immediately sparkle as he turns to her.

"Who said so?"

Peter tunes out, looking at the cafeteria. Flash is trying to pour juice into someone's - surprisingly, not Peter's - milk. Yeah. Michelle and Captain Rogers have a point.

But at the same time, what if he could go?! What if they saw him, and remembered how good he did in Berlin (they said so themselves back then), and then Cap would be like 'You could actually help us out with this one, Peter', and Mr. Stark would be like 'I was actually about to tell you to start reporting straight to me, not Happy', and!

And even all that aside, it's just. It would be so cool to just see Mr. Stark.

"Duuude, you totally have a crush." Ned gives him a toothy smile, and Peter realizes, horrified, that he said the last phrase out loud.

"No I don't," he quickly looks around, feeling how hot - and undoubtedly red - his face is. Apparently, Michelle already went away, and Ned was the only one to hear that. Thanks God. "I don't really do crushes, Ned, you know. It's-it's different."

"How different?"

The bell rings, getting them hurrying to Spanish class and saving Peter from the inquisition.

Well, not fully - Ned keeps whispering questions the whole class.

Do you wanna play Kiss-marry-kill and pick from Mr. Stark, Cap and Black Widow?

Would you like him to personally check your internship work?

Imagine if he picked you up from school in one of his cool cars, would you - scratch that, who wouldn’t have wanted it.

Peter is almost grateful when Mr. Ramirez threatens them with detention.

After school he manages to run away, yelling about being late to the internship. The look on Ned's face tells him he's already planning to bombard him with questions tomorrow.

***

The patrolling goes as always. Boring. Yeah, no, it feels great to swing around the city, getting all his energy out and helping wherever it's needed. But so far the highlight of his day is the churro from this nice old Mexican lady - until he sees a robbery near Mr. Delmar's place.

Everything goes exciting at first - he even manages to make a cool fight-talk, before one of the guys pulls out that weird-looking weapon. Peter's muscles tense - and seconds later the whole place explodes. Literally.

He barely remembers how he runs into the sandwich place, helping Mr. Delmar and carrying Murph out. The next thing he sees is the splash of red, white and blue, accompanied by the big wings shadow in the sky. Captain America and Falcon. Peter looks for the flash of red and gold, with the sounds of Led Zeppelin or whatever - heart rabbiting faster than when the actual explosion happened. But there's nothing. He ducks from the Avengers' sight, running into the alley where he left his backpack and clothes, tugs the mask off, and-

"Peter."

For a millisecond his heart drops in his stomach and freezes there, but then he recognizes the voice difference. He turns around to face Steve Rogers - starry shield and all.

"Uh, yes sir? Hi?"

Hi? How lame.

"You were there, fighting with the robbers."

It's not even a question, so Peter just shrugs. Like no biggie, he's doing it every day. Ugh.

"Would you recognize them?"

"No. They were wearing masks, Avengers masks actually. Maybe it's like, something personal?"

Cap makes a thoughtful noise, nodding absentmindedly.

"Where's your friend?" Peter shuts his mouth, but the words are out already.

"Sam?" Cap furrows his brows in confusion. "He's helping with the-"

"No, I saw him." Peter cuts him off. Yeeaaah, May would've been just delighted with his manners. "The other one, from Germany. With the metal arm."

"Oh. Bucky..." there are so many different emotions in how Captain says this name. It feels overwhelming. "He's getting...back to himself. I hope."

He adds the last phrase so quietly that a normal person wouldn't have made it out. Spidey senses deliver it to Peter loud and clear.

"He's nice." Peter offers him a little smile. "Especially when we stopped trying to kill each other."

Captain actually chuckles at that, shaking his head. Then nods back to the explosion.

"Stay away from trouble like this, kid." His face gets the usual shade of solemn. "Those are dangerous people, we'll take care of them."

"I can help!"

"Like I said, it's too dangerous. I'm glad Tony's keeping an eye on you..."

Apparently something's flickering on Peter's face, because Cap frowns. Uh-oh, time to go, time to go. He stumbles back, nearly tripping over a trashcan, and giving Cap a bigger and hopefully not so fake smile.

"Um, sorry, but I actually gotta go, Aunt May will start worrying if I'm not home!"

Captain Rogers crosses his arms, worry clearly showing on his face now.

"Peter? He is, right?"

But he just pulls his mask down, jumps off and swings away, leaving the national hero without an answer. Holy shit.

***

He should've just said yes. Because obviously, Happy being his curator is considered as Mr. Stark keeping an eye on him. And maybe Happy not replying to his messages doesn't mean he's not caring! And now Captain Rogers would tell Mr. Stark about his encounter with Peter, and Mr. Stark would come and yell at him, and oh my God. Well, at least he would talk to him. Except if he's gonna call Peter an ungrateful brat who he doesn't want to do anything with, and Peter wouldn't be able to bear that.

He stops mid-climbing, tears the mask off and presses his face into the red-bricked wall of his building. It's cold to the touch. The night air is chilly and dark blue and full of police sirens and big city noises.

All Ned's questions suddenly pop up in Peter's mind, but none of them are helpful. Peter doesn't know how to call what he feels for Tony Stark, what he's longing for, and what label to put it under. He almost wishes it was a crush, because it would be normal. He would be normal.

What lives and burns in his chest is something in between adoration of a role model, falling in love and needing a father figure - or maybe all of those combined.

He wants to be near him. He wants to do as he says and be good for him. Or not do what he says - and find out what happens.

He just wants Tony to really care about him. To care about him the most of all. Like during that short time - no, Peter, stop - in Berlin airport... He tries to stop thinking back to that moment but fails. He lets his eyes close and sees everything as if it's happening right now.

***

Thinking back, adrenaline - that's what Peter felt the most. The rest was just a big noisy mess, flooding the whole world and overwhelming his senses. He missed when and how the reasonable - well, sort of - conversation turned into a fight. Maybe it happened while he was too busy filming? But anyways, everyone was fighting now. And it wasn't a cool battle against baddies, wasn't protecting what's right from what's evil. There weren't bad guys. There were confused guys, hurt guys, guys who didn't manage to talk it all out, and now were too angry and adrenaline-infused to do anything but fight and hurt each other. They reminded Peter a bunch of riled up first graders. What could he do though? Mr. Stark got his full and devoted loyalty...he wasn't sure when exactly that happened. Maybe even before the man burst into his little room, spitting date loaf and making innuendos about May. That's - that's whatever. Peter didn't really want to fight other Avengers, and he wanted Mr. Stark to fight them even less, because he saw how hurt it actually makes him.

Yet, here they were. Fighting.

"Sorry, guys, I just really gotta impress Mr. Stark!" Peter yells to Cap's friends.

One just looks annoyed, and the other - the mysterious metal-armed one - bugs his eyes out. Peter knows that he's the reason the whole ruckus started and that Mr. Stark doesn't like him for some reason.

"S' just a kid," the metal-armed dude breathes out, and okay, now Peter doesn't like him too.

He webs him down to the concrete, smirking under the mask.

"How's that from a kid?!"

Metal Arm is grunting something, but Peter doesn't have time to listen. There's something crazy going on.

"Hey guys, have you ever seen this really old movie, The Empire Strikes Back?!"

His spidey senses are overflowing with information. He's overexcited, high on adrenaline, giddy with being accepted by real superheroes, and-

BOOM.

Something huge, like a train on full speed, smashes into him. Peter sees stars flashing under his eyelids - cartoons don't lie, it really happens - and then everything goes black and he starts falling. He tries to use his webshooters, but for some reason it doesn't work out. Everything's going awfully fast. Peter hears someone cursing, flails his arms around, heart in his stomach - and suddenly there's a strong grip across his body. Peter opens his eyes - turns out he was squeezing them shut - and sees the metal arm. There's a red star on it. The next moment the grip changes, and there's a soothing glow of shiny upturned triangle, and red and gold suit, and Peter blacks out.

When he wakes up, Black Widow is giving Mr. Stark an incredulous look.

"Jesus Christ, Tony. If I knew that's what you meant by 'your guy', I would've said no right away."

Peter pouts at her, and it only makes her nod as if in confirmation.

"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about."

"It's an actual child, Tony!" That's Cap.

Seems like they didn't kill each other while Peter was unconscious. Which is, would be nice to know for how long. Everything feels funny. Maybe he has a concussion?

"What?! Don't give me that judging glare, Capsicle. You just dropped half a building on that child-"

"And I was wrong!"

"-even your assassin bestie didn't do that."

That's the first time Mr. Stark addresses Metal Arm not as a mortal enemy, and everyone falls quiet, staring.

"And this is what I've been trying to talk to you about," Cap gets everyone's pointed looks and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, okay. I haven't really. And it was wrong of me. I should have."

Peter opens his mouth - for some reason, it feels awfully dry, and it takes an effort to part his lips.

"S' so stupid, you fighting." He cannot believe he's saying this to the Avengers, his heroes, for crying out loud. He definitely has a concussion. "S' how all the worst wars happen..."

He blacks out again after that, and when he wakes up, everything's over. The brewing war that was about to start never happens. Mr. Stark and Captain are talking, then them both and Metal Arm are talking, everyone is talking and no one has time for Peter.

And actually, he should've understood back then - he's just not needed anymore. Because he was just that - 'my guy' as in a help in a fight, not as in 'mine'.

***

He shakes himself out of the memories, realizing he's still clinging to the wall, without a mask, cheek warming up the old bricks. Without a mask! What if someone sees him! What if May sees him - what's he even thinking about!

Peter lets out a sharp breath and quickly picks up his pace. Up, into the window, climb over the ceiling, quietly close the door - why is it even open - on the floor. He taps the suit, letting it loosen and fall down, leaving him in boxers.

"Agility - 10 out of 10. Attention - we're going to negative numbers here." The painfully familiar voice speaks up from the semi-darkness of his bed, and Peter stumbles and plops on his ass.

"Correction, 9 instead of 10." Mr. Stark watches him intently, popping some snack into his mouth.

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