"Oh, my God..."

The last ten hours for Peter were kind of like hell.

There was screaming, cursing, lots of pain to go around, more screaming, quite a bit of panic on his end, and so much sensory overload that he had to suffer through. Not to mention his parents and all of the Avengers (along with their respective families) were around to watch as well.

"Oh, Peter..." Mary stared straight ahead, tears falling down her cheeks as she clung to her husband's arm. "Peter, this is... I have no words for any of this..."

Peter rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled slightly, "I know, I'm still trying to take this all in as well... I had so many months to prepare, but now... Wow. He's beautiful."

Mary nodding in agreement as she placed one hand on the glass, smiling down at the newborn baby sleeping in his crib. "Just like his mother."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Peter smiled. "Though MJ says that he has my eyes."

"A little revenge, finally." Tony muttered, causing a few of the nearby Avengers to chuckle, knowing exactly what he was talking about."

"What?" Peter tilted his head slightly, his large brown eyes showing his confusion.

"Those damn eyes of yours are the reason you grew up so spoiled," Tony smirked, "No one could ever tell you no. You shall now know how we all felt; you know what they say about karma."

Peter thought about it for a second before smiling, "I wouldn't mind. Even without the eyes, I'd probably still spoil him."

"You're gonna be one of those parents, huh?" Nat smiled and ruffled Peter's hair, the young man chuckled as he looked at his heroes and friends. They all were watching him or his new son with fond expressions, making a warm feeling buzz in Peter's chest. His family really was great... and it was all because of Tony that he had them.

The new father glanced towards his own dad, his lips twitching upward as he listened to him and Mary coo over the newest Stark.

If it hadn't been for Tony, then Peter would have never gained such an amazing family with the Avengers or possibly even become Spider-Man. If it hadn't been for Tony, Peter's life would have been so much different. As a child, Peter had been so starved for a male role model that he often dreamed of having Tony, Bruce, and other famous geniuses as dads. His dream seemed to have come true, Tony Stark was his dad, his uncle was Bruce Banner, he was able to hang out with some of the greatest minds in current times because of the power that both men had...

His dream had come true. It was real. He could wake up in the morning and smile because all of this was reality.

A rough hand clasped his shoulder as Tony looked at his grandson, "You did a great job with this one."

"Thanks, dad." Peter moved his hand up to hold onto Tony's shoulder as well, chuckling a bit as he watched his son yawn.

"We have to go now," Clint informed as he wrapped an arm around his wife, their kids still gazing at the babies with their faces pressed against the glass. "Congratulations, Peter. Your son's beautiful."

"Thanks, Mr. Barton. I'm glad that you could make it." Peter shook the archer's free hand as Laura called her children to them. The others started to leave as well, handing their gifts and balloons to Peter. Soon it was just the Starks standing in the hall.

"I can't believe that I'm already a grandma," Mary commented with a smile, "I'm too young for this, Peter...!"

"Sorry, mom." The man leaned over to kiss his mother's cheek. "You wear the title of grandma very well if that makes you feel better."

"You are such a flatterer, just like your dad."

The two men smiled at each other as Mary adjusted her purse and bid them goodbye as she went to visit with MJ, leaving the two men alone.

"Hey, dad..."

Tony looked away from the baby to Peter, an eyebrow raised curiously at his son's quiet voice. "Yeah?"

Peter looked down at his feet, shuffling a bit as he struggled to find the right words. "Um... Well... I-I just wanted to..." He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders back as he looked at Tony. "Thank you - for everything you did for me as a kid and growing up. Thank you for taking care of me and mom; for letting me go to the movies with you and mom when we first met; for staying up with me all night when I had nightmares as a child; for saving me from Obidiah; for taking me to school when mom and Happy couldn't; for catching me when I fell from Stark Tower during the Battle of New York; for everything you've done for me involving Spider-Man..." Peter swallowed thickly as he glanced away, "I hope that I'm at least half the dad that you didn't have to be."

It was quiet for a second or two, both men taking in what was just said as the words hung in the air. After all this time, Tony still wasn't the best when it came to emotions, but he couldn't help the wetness he felt in his eyes. He looked away and quickly brushed his arm across his face before grabbing Peter's shoulder and pulling him into a hug.

"I hope that you're not half as good as me," Tony whispered. "I hope that you're better. I know that you're going to be better. I was a horrible dad, there were so many things I did wrong... So many things I could have done differently but was still locked on the way my parents acted. But you're going to be so much better than me, you're going to be an amazing dad that will be a hero to your son."

Peter's grip on Tony's jacket tightened slightly, his breath shaky as he tried to control his own emotions. It wasn't every day that both men bared their souls like this and it would take a few extra seconds to keep from crying in the hallway; men -especially superheroes- weren't supposed to cry.

"And in those times when you don't know what to do," Tony continued, "just ask MJ; she always knows what to do."

Peter laughed a bit, nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, she's great like that."

Tony glanced behind Peter, seeing one of the nurses pick up his grandson and carry him out of the room. Tony smiled back at his son and patted his shoulder, "Speaking of great, let's go see this new family of yours. I want to hold my grandson and get a headstart on spoiling him."

Peter laughed more as he started walking back to Michelle's room, Tony in tow as they talked about the things they could build to spoiled the newest Stark. Peter knew for a fact that MJ wouldn't want her son dressed in a mini-Iron Man suit for protection, but didn't object to the idea of a giant plastic bubble...

A/N: So, my niece kinda hates me. She still loves this fandom, but she can't talk about any of the characters that were involved in those ending scenes. Even when they're in other movies! I'm watching In The Heart Of The Sea today and she can't look at the cover of the movie without holding back tears("Poor Thor and Peter! I feel so bad for them!"). I almost feel bad for recording her reactions while watching the movie.

This is the LAST chapter for this story... I'm kinda sad about it... I started to write chapters for Homecoming and Infinity War, but Tony and Peter were already acting like father and son enough there and I ended up basically copying all the scenes... Oops? The last chapter is the only good thing that came out of the IW idea. Everything just came out too sad where I couldn't bear to even finish writing it... Plus the fact that I would need to wait until Avengers 4 came out to write the next chapter lol. I don't think anyone would have wanted that.

Thank you to everyone that read and favorited and reviewed this story, it means so much to me and makes me so happy (especially reading the reviews CX). If you liked this story, there's a poll on my profile for my next Marvel story. There's no promises for when the next story will be posted; I really need to start studying since my college semester starts in January and I'm starting testing in October. But I will do my best.

Thank you all so much once again. I hope to see you in my next story. 3

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"Hey, MJ?" Peter called, glancing around his living room with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"Where's Ed?"

There was silence for a moment before MJ walked into the living room with her husband and put a hand on her hip. "You lost him?"

Peter gulped as he held his hands up, "I looked away for a second! He's just learning to crawl, he shouldn't be that fast!"

"He's a Stark," Michelle sighed, "you of all people should know to never underestimate a Stark!"

Peter opened his mouth to argue back when a small coo caught his attention. His eyes widened as he looked to his wife, her face equally as panicked as they both looked up at the ceiling. There was their young son, hanging upside down from the ceiling, working his way over to the large windows.

"Edward!" Peter shouted, his heart beating faster than it should as he jumped into the air, holding onto the roof with one hand as he plucked his child up(down?) with his other.

"This is all on you!" MJ frowned, "Of course out son has your weird spider abilities!"

The older enhanced male dropped back down while holding Ed, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry? I didn't know that they could be hereditary."

Michelle sighed again as they both looked down at their son, who simply giggled back without a care in the world. This would definitely be an interesting parenthood.