Summary: Bruce felt they may have given the little boy nightmares from the few times they required his presence in the lab.

It had been an exhausting week. He and Tony had tried everything to get Peter back to his former age. They had poured over data Jarvis had recorded at the time of the accident. They had tried to recreate the incident in an enclosed environment to understand what happened. None of it worked. They spent late nights in the lab, Pepper or Foster's assistant playing babysitter, trying everything and anything they could think of. Alas, the little wall-crawler was still a toddler.

Bruce felt they may have given the little boy nightmares from the few times they required his presence in the lab.

If tonight was any indication.

"Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner," the AI said in his ever calm voice as he roused them.

"Jarvis, no," Tony grumbled and hid his head under a pillow. It was not the first time they'd be awoken that night.

Bruce rolled his eyes and gave a Tony a little shove before swinging his legs out of their bed. "Yes, Jarvis?"

"Peter has awakened from another nightmare, sir. I am currently playing him some lullabies to help sooth him."

"Thank you," Bruce replied before grabbing his robe and putting it on.

Bruce had been able to talk Tony into converting a room in their apartment suite into a nursery for Peter. So it was just a short walk to their ward.

Peter was sniffling when Bruce entered his room, but mostly calm. "Hey Pete."

Peter instantly sat up from where he was slumped on his bed. His little arms went up and he made grabby hands for the scientist. "Ba-ba!" It was what he called Bruce.

Bruce picked him up. "Got scared?" Peter buried his head into Bruce's neck and nodded. "Want a sippy cup of warm milk?"

Another nod.

With the boy in his arms, he padded out to the kitchen. Bruce sat Peter on the counter while he went about getting him some almond milk. The little boy was more than content to watch Bruce get him his drink. His little feet dangling, flicking his toes in anticipation as he waited.

The sometimes rage monster patiently watched and wait as Peter drank his drink. His little toes flicked, eyes closed in enjoyment as he drank.

"We didn't change your diaper, did we?"

"No," Peter replied when he was done.

Taking the empty cup Bruce put it in the sink and then gathered up the boy. He took Peter back to his room, changed him, and was starting to get him tucked in when Peter started to climb the wall. Literally.

"Peter," Bruce said in a firm, but kind, voice. "We've talked about this. Get off the wall, it's time for bed." Peter shook his head. "I'm going to count to three, and if you're not down here you won't go for that helicopter ride tomorrow with Rhodey."

Again Peter shook his head. "No." It was said with all the stubbornness and determination of any two year old.

It was then that Bruce saw the fear in the little boy's eyes. Really, there could only be on logical explanation the tired scientist could come to. He was scared to go to sleep back in his bed. "You don't want to sleep alone, do you?"

Again Peter shook his head. He scooted away from Bruce just a bit more, as if was he afraid the man was going to force him to get in the bed.

Coming up with a plan, Bruce held out his arms. "I promise you won't have to sleep in here tonight. Just get off the wall."

Peter studied his caregiver for a moment before deciding he could trust him and jumped into his arms. Together they left his room.

In the morning Rhodey strode into the couple's apartment with a big grin on his face. "Uncle Rhodey's here!"

Rhodey loved having the little boy around. Yeah, sure the kid called him "Odie", and you'd think a de-aged teenager would have given the colonel pause, but really the whole situation was strange. Yet, for Rhodey at least, having a baby Spider-man was not as unusual as having two legendary figures in his phone contacts and two assassins he played cards with on a regular basis.

Plus, the kid adored him.

There was no answer when he entered and called out to Tony. Nothing.

Thankfully Tony had Jarvis. "I believe Mr. Stark is still sleeping, Colonel."

"Of course," Rhodey said, rolling his eyes. Figured Tony would sleep in and forget to get Peter ready the morning Rhodey was going to take him out.

With a huff Rhodey went to their bedroom, ready to scare Tony awake. The most sickeningly sweet greeted him however.

There, like an ad out of some family magazine, was Peter, who was curled up in Bruce's arms. Around Bruce and Peter was Tony's arm, holding them together all snuggly tight.

"I've got to take a picture of this," Rhodey chuckled quietly to himself, fishing his phone out from his back jean pocket.

"I've already sent you copies to your email, Colonel Rhodes," Jarvis replied at a reduced volume.