(AN:This work is a mix of prompts I've been sent so thank you! And I realise this is jumbly and kinda squished but I hope you enjoy it anyway also sorry for the cursing but thats just how I do

Also the first prompt which is in this chapter is that Peter has his own specialised room in the med bay but I don't know who sent it so, if it was you let me know fam and the prompt about everyone noticing Tony as a dad was by yourhollyday on here so thank you)

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Bucky rolled his tea mug between his palms, relishing in its heat as he went to sit with Steve on the couch. The First Avenger had his own coffee in his hands but seemed to have forgone it to instead watch Tony and Peter with narrowed eyes.

Bucky sat, leaning back as Steve leant forward. His voice was rough and deep from sleep, still not fully awake. "He noticed yet?"

Steve shook his head, amazed. "No. How can he not see it? It's right there."

Tony had fully integrated Peter into the Avengers the week before and seemed to be the only one who hadn't realised he'd adopted a child. Peter was getting older and finishing school and May had agreed to allow him to live at the compound, though he returned home a few weekends a month to keep her company.

Currently, the father and son pair were in the kitchen so that Tony could make the teenager breakfast while Peter finished his homework.

"Define precipitation." Tony glanced down at Peters notes as he tipped a pan of scrambled eggs onto the kid's plate, tipping the rest onto his own plate as Peter dutifully answered.

"The formation of an insoluble compound in an aqueous solution."

Tony put the pan down and smiled, handing Peter a fork. "Good. What is the value of 'R' in the ideal gas law when using atm?"

Peter shoved his food into his mouth as he answered, only half concentrating. "0.082"

Sam walked into the kitchen, mostly finished health shake in hand and ruffled Peters hair, voice teasing. "Nerd."

The teenager ducked his head, swatting the soldier's hand away, defensive. "It's for a test."

Sam pointed a finger at the kid, eyebrows raised as he grabbed a cookie from the plate on the bench. "Studying is important and so is school but-" He smiled, shoving the treat in his mouth. "-you're still a nerd."

Peter rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast, a small smile on his face.

When Peter finished his breakfast and answered every question, Tony handed him his backpack, along with his lunch.

The huge lunchbox was pressed into the teenager's hand, making Peters' eyebrows crease in confusion.

"Oh, Mr Stark we get lunch at school."

The mechanic wasn't having it, hand on Peters back as he led him to the door. "You and I both know you need more food than the other kids. Now, get your butt to the car, you have that algebra quiz first thing."

Peter groaned, rubbing a tired hand over his face. "Ugh shit, I forgot about that."

Tony frowned, smacking Peters arm with the back of his hand. "Hey! Watch your mouth!"

The teenager grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Heck."

Bucky breathed out a laugh as Steve watched Tony, hand raising to point at the two leaving the kitchen. "Are you serious? He has to see it!"

Bucky just sipped his tea, legs crossed on the couch. "You know he doesn't."

He really didn't. But Peter did. It was hard not to, especially when they went on missions.

"Spider-Man, go get the three from the left and I'll take the three on the right."

It should have been easy, Peter usually just webbed everyone up but one of the bank robbers seemed particularly determined to get away and evaded Peters webs, scaling a building instead.

She was fast and clearly had experience with parkour, leaving Peter in the dust. He recovered from his surprise and hurried after her, firing a web at the top of the building to haul himself up. Except, the bank robber had a knife.

She cut through Peter's web, sending him plummeting to the ground. A gasp rushed from his mouth as his stomach twisted, the horrible rush of falling sending his spider senses into overdrive.

Wind whipped past his face as he hurried to fire another web. His hand wrapped around the web as it pulled taught and-CRACK!

Pain fired through Peters' arm like a bullet as the limb hit the ground. The web had stopped the rest of him from hitting the ground, saving his skull from being a puddle on the concrete but not all of him was so lucky.

His vision went white, good hand slipping from the web as he slumped to the ground, body limp. The pain was sharp, spidey senses screaming that something was wrong and it was all so much at once that he seemed to black out.

"-der-Man, answer me!"

Peter wanted to answer because Mr Stark sounded very worried but as his senses came back to him all that left his mouth was a whine.

"Uggnnn."

The robbers were all tied up, Tony having used Peters discarded webs to secure them all and he made sure there was no one around the deserted alley behind the bank before he slipped Peters mask off.

"Hey, kid. Can you look at me for a second? Open your eyes."

Tony slipped one careful hand under Peters' neck while the other laid on the teenager's chest, helping him concentrate on his voice as he squinted his eyes open.

"There you are. Friday said you didn't hit your head, so that's good but your arm is...Pete? You hearing me?"

Peter didn't have the brain space to really listen, every thought clouded by the pain in his arm. A groan slipped from his mouth, followed by a whimper that would have been embarrassing if he'd cared.

"Uhngg. Mr Stark? Can I curse?"

Tony blinked, surprised. Peter wasn't even looking at him, squinted eyes blinking lazily above him. "Um, sure."

"FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! MOTHER FU-"

That was not what Tony had been expecting and he winced, rubbing his hand across Peters' chest to get his attention back. "Okay, okay. I think that's enough."

Peter whimpered again, voice cracking as he came dangerously close to full on sobbing. "My arm hurts really bad, Mr Stark. I think I fudged it."

Tony didn't really want to look at the limb, laying beside the kid in an awkward, uncomfortable position but he knew what he needed to do. "Yeah, we're gonna have to get it fixed buddy. The cops will be here soon to clean all this up, so we'll get you to your room at the med bay."

Peter's glassy eyes found Tony's face then, eyebrows coming down in confusion. "I have my own room?"

"Yeah, I had it set up after you had that concussion a couple of weeks ago. You'll like it, I promise. Okay, I need to grab something but I'll be right back."

Peter didn't want Tony to leave him but stayed quiet until he came back, one of the robber's bandanas in hand. His eyes were sad, guilt creasing his features as Peter looked up at him.

"Peter...Buddy, I'm going to have to move your arm, so that I can brace it."

The teenager didn't want to move it, he didn't want him to touch it at all and his breaths sped up as he shook his head. "No. Don't touch it."

Tony folded the bandana in half diagonally and placed the triangle of fabric across Peters' chest. "I'm sorry, I know it hurts. Here, hold on to me."

The Iron-Man suit folded back to Tony's waist and he gently pulled Peters good hand up to his side, allowing the kids shaking hand to grip his shirt. "You'll be okay. I'll be as quick as I can."

Peter shook his head, fingers curling into the fabric of Tony's shirt and squeezing tight. "No, no, no. Please don't." Something between a sob and a hiccup burst from the kid's mouth and Tony paused, hands inches away from the broken arm.

"Do you trust me?"

Peter's wet eyes searched Tony's for a moment until finally, he nodded, closing his eyes and turning his face away.

Tony clenched his teeth, knowing what was coming would not be pleasant. He moved as carefully as he could, taking Peters broken arm and pulling it across his chest, trying to ignore the cry of pain from the boy. He folded one corner of the bandana up over the bad arm and tied both ends around the back of Peters' neck in a sling.

Peter was crying quietly underneath him, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow pants and he slumped slightly, exhausted when it was finished.

Tony's voice was softer than Peter had ever heard it as his arms slipped under the teenagers back and pulled him up to sitting. "You're okay. It's done, I won't touch it anymore. Just breathe."

Peter leaned his good shoulder against his mentor's chest, Tony's arms coming around him to hold him as he caught his breath. Tony tucked Peters soft curls under his chin, one hand pressing to the back of the kid's neck.

"Shhh, Peter. It's okay."

Spider-Man was supposed to be strong and fearless, he wasn't supposed to cry but Peter was in pain and the adrenaline spike from his fall was still rushing through him, making his heart pound. It didn't help that his senses ensured he felt the shifting of his broken bone but Tony was holding him, arms secure and warm around him, and his voice was quiet and slow.

Peters good arm came to grip Tony's bicep, his mentor's pulse thrumming under his fingers.

His own heart slowly calmed, breaths coming easier despite the throb of pain from his arm with each inhale.

Peter sniffed his tears away as Tony released him, embarrassed. "Thanks. Sorry for crying and-"

Tony shrugged like it was no big deal, fingers catching Peters chin and tilting his face towards him as he brushed the tears away. "Don't worry about it. You're still a kid, you're allowed to cry."

Tony offered him a soft smile. "All good now?"

Peter nodded, giving Tony a wobbly smile in return. "Yup. We can go to the medbay now, please."

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"Hey, Peter. Tony told me you had a little mishap during a mission today." Bruce led the teenager into his room in the med bay, Tony following behind.

Peter held his broken arm close as he looked around the room. "Um, yeah I fell and...are those Star Wars sheets?"

Tony let out a small laugh, hurrying ahead and throwing a blanket over the bed to cover it up, aiming an awkward smile at the teenager. "No? It was funnier at the time."

The room was set up with a hospital bed on one side, an examination table on the other, with equipment lining the walls. But there were also glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and a green Hulk teddy bear sitting on the bed.

But that wasn't what caught Peters attention. It was the small chalkboard hung by the bed with Tony's handwriting across it. '16 days since Peters last injury.'

Peter narrowed his eyes, unamused. "That is so not funny."

Tony frowned and rubbed the number out before picking up the chalk. "Well, not now that you've broken your streak it's not. Try to get it above twenty next time."

The corner of Peters' mouth pulled up just a little as Tony drew a zero on the board.

"How about we sit you up here and sort out your arm?" Bruce pressed his hand against the small of Peters back, guiding him to the bed and helping him sit on the edge.

Peter tried to distract himself, legs swinging over the side of the bed, as Bruce looked at his arm, watching Tony pull up a stool to sit on.

"Um, so Mr Stark you said you had this room done after my concussion."

The billionaire reached out to play with the tools on Bruce's tray, only to have his hand slapped away by the doctor. "Ow. Yes, you were extra sensitive to noise and light so this room has personalised settings to fix that. Plus, you broke the bed when you crushed the side rail and kicked the end. You kicked it right off so, this one is much stronger."

Peter barely felt Bruce's gentle fingers pressing to his skin, too preoccupied with the fact that Tony had remembered all that about him and cared enough to create a specialised room for him. "Wow. Thanks."

Tony shrugged picking up the Hulk teddy and throwing it at Peter. "Yeah, plus I thought it would be funny to make a kiddy room and put toys and crayons in it for you. Cause you're a kid."

Peter caught the bear with his good hand and sat it beside him, voice smug. "Ha, ha, you like spoiling me."

Tony didn't deny it, just picked up the Lego Millennium Falcon sitting on a desk and started fiddling with the pieces.

Bruce pressed a little harder on Peters' arm and the teenager hissed in pain, flinching away from his touch, pulling Tony's attention back to the kid.

He put the Lego down and pulled his stool to the bed, hand pressing against Peters' knee.

Bruce tutted, pushing the x-ray away where he'd used it while Peter and Tony were talking.

"Sorry, your arm is swelling. It's going to make it more uncomfortable. I'll put some ice on it and give you some pain meds and something to stop the swelling before I put a temporary cast on it."

Tony watched the doctor get Peter his meds. "But he's fine?"

Bruce nodded. "Yeah, it's painful but it was a clean break. It should heal in about a week." He tapped the chalkboard with the zero on it, amused eyes watching Peter from over his glasses. "Just try to keep your streak this time?"

Peter huffed out a laugh. "I promise, I'll try my best."

Bruce handed him some pills and a glass of water, gently wrapping an ice pack around his bad arm. Tony lifted Peters feet onto the bed and helped him lay down, pulling the blankets and sheets up and tucked Peter in.

"You should try and get some sleep. Today was more stressful than I intended."

The teenager did as he was told, laying back on the pillows as Tony called out to the AI. "Friday, adjust the room to Spider-Man settings, please."

The room dimmed slightly, lighting softening to a low, slightly green hue. Peters eyes immediately relaxed, not as overwhelmed as usual. "Woah, that's way better. Thanks."

Tony waved a hand. "A narrow spectrum of low-intensity green light significantly reduces light sensitivity. There was a study on it. I figured it would help."

Peter smiled. Mr Stark had done it all just for him? "Thank you, really. It means a lot."

Tony pretended that the kid's praise didn't matter but Peter could see the slight colour in his cheeks. "No problem."

(AN:let me know what you think? Chapter 2 is already ready to go so I'll post it when I have the third done)