Narrator's POV

"Hey, hey Oliver." Tony's voice whispered.

"Hm?" Oliver squirmed in his sleep. "Papa?" He recognized Tony's voice.

"Hey bud." Tony smiled, as Oliver's little eyes opened. "Come on get up."

"What time is it?" Oliver asked, sitting up.

"Very early." Tony gave a small chuckle. He picked up the tired toddler, who fell limp in his arms. He took him to the kitchen, where Stephen and Peter were. Oliver was half asleep on Tony's shoulder still.

"Hey bud." Peter said. Oliver picked up his head, rubbing his eyes; trying to adjust to the bright lighting of the kitchen. "Ready for your first day of school?"

"First day of school?" Oliver yawned.

"Yeah bud. First day of Pre-School." Peter said, happily.

"Tony, I thought you had him dressed already." Stephen said, turning around with Oliver's sippy cup full of warm milk he had heated up. Oliver saw him and stretched his arms out to him.

"Yeah." Tony handed Oliver to Stephen. "I totally forgot." He said.

"It's okay. I'll get him dressed. You go on and eat." Stephen said with Oliver in his arms, he was already drinking out of his sippy cup. "Come on Oliver." He took him up stairs. "Peter you too." He said.

"Coming." Peter took the last bites of his breakfast and raced up stairs.

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"Alright Oliver." Stephen put Oliver down on the bed, where he already had his clothes laid out. "Let's get you dressed." He took Oliver's sippy cup and placed it on the night stand. He removed Oliver's jammies with his magic and put a red shirt with black thin stripes over Oliver's torso. He put sand colored kakis over Oliver's bottom half. "Here you go." Stephen returned Oliver's sippy cup back to him and began to put socks and shoes over Oliver's feet. He brushed his hair carefully, trying not to tug at the curls. "Alright buddy. You're all ready to go." Stephen helped Oliver off the bed, taking his hand and heading down stairs with him.

Tony heard them coming down stairs and turned to the staircase. He saw his son all dressed up, drinking out of his sippy cup. "Wow Oliver." Tony went over to him and picked him up. He spun him around and kissed his cheek when he came to a stop. "You look so handsome just like your Papa." He said, smiling at Stephen. Peter came downstairs, getting a look at his little brother.

"Lookin' good." Peter smiled.

"Peter, hold him. I want to get a picture of him and you ready for school." Stephen said, taking his phone out.

"Come here Oliver." Peter took a hold of him. Stephen pointed the camera at him. "Look at Daddy." He pointed at Stephen. Oliver turned to him. Stephen snapped a picture.

"Gotcha." Stephen smiled.

Tony stood behind him. "Send me that please." He said.

"Me too." Peter said, his watch went off. He put Oliver down. "Hey, I've gotta run. Have a good day little bro. I love you." He said, kissing Oliver's cheek. "Bye dads."

"Bye Peter."

Peter was gone.

"Come on Oliver. It's time for us to take you to school too." Tony picked up Oliver. "Stephen come on. We don't want him to be late on his first day."

"Coming." Stephen came back with Oliver's little blue backpack.

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"Alright Oliver. We're here." Tony said, looking at Oliver, who was secured in his car seat, through the rearview mirror. Oliver looked through the window. He saw other children walking in with their moms and dads. They were all smiling.

"Do I have to go?" Oliver asked, looking at his parents.

Stephen opened the car door in the back and began to undo Oliver's car seat. "It's okay Oliver. I was scared too when I was your age." He said.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends." Tony said, taking Oliver's blue backpack out of the car and walking around the other side, where Stephen stood, holding Oliver's hand.

Poor little Oliver was on the verge of tears. He held on tightly to Stephen's hand. "Uhh, can I come tomorrow?"

"Come on Oliver. We'll walk with you." Tony said, taking Oliver's other hand. Tony and Stephen both began to walk with him into the school. They came across a woman at the main gate.

"Oh, hello there. New faces here today, huh?" She asked. She saw Oliver. "Hi there. What's your name?" She asked.

Oliver looked up at her. "O-Oliver." His voice quivered.

"Well hi Oliver." She smiled, and looked up to Stephen and Tony. "Hi. I'm Ms. Casey, the principal at "Grace Academy". Do you know where you're going?" She asked them.

"We're actually looking for Mrs. Melrose's class." Stephen said.

"Oh. Pre-schooler huh?" She smiled at Oliver. He was quiet. "Take a right, and she'll be the last door to your left." She said.

"Thank you." Stephen thanked her.

"My pleasure." She smiled at them. "Oh Rosie. Good to see you back." She said, looking behind them.

"Look Oliver. They have a playground." Tony pointed over at the playground with kids all over it. "Looks like fun doesn't it?" Tony asked.

"Mhm." Oliver nodded, but still wasn't very amused with the idea of his parents leaving him for 5 hours.

They finally came upon the last door on the left. A young woman was standing in front of it, greeting other small children. She saw Oliver and his dads.

"Oh, you must be Oliver. Our new little friend." She said, crouching down to his height. "I'm Mrs. Melrose." She stuck her handout for him to shake.

"Mm!" Oliver hid behind Stephen's legs.

"Oh, it's alright darling." Mrs. Melrose said. "I won't hurt you."

"He's really shy." Stephen told her. She rose up. "Stephen." He stuck his hand out for her to shake, and she did.

"Nice to meet you." She smiled.

"This is my husband, Tony." He said, introducing Tony. She shook his hand as well.

"Alissa." She said.

"Pardon Oliver. He's not very excited to be leaving us." Stephen explained.

"Oh, I totally get it. Half of the class was like that when..." Her voice trailed off.

Little Oliver was looking into the classroom. There were other children in it, running around and playing with plenty of toys that lay everywhere. The bell rang, interrupting the thoughts going through his mind.

"Okay Oliver. Daddy and I have to go kiddo." Tony said, crouching to Oliver's height, kissing his cheek. Oliver's eyes filled with tears.

"Aww, it's okay Oliver. We will be back when the bell rings. I promise." Stephen picked him up and kissed his forehead, and put him back down.

"Papa? Will you and daddy do something for me?" Oliver asked, with tears in his red puffy eyes.

"Depends on what it is." Tony said.

"It's a secret." Oliver whispered in a scared little voice. Tony leaned down, and Oliver whispered in his ear.

"Ah. I think we can manage that." Tony answered when Oliver finished.

"Thanks Papa." He waved goodbye at his dads.

"No problem Oliver. We'll see you at three. Have fun!" Tony said, as he and Stephen began to walk away.

"Okay." Oliver answered. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Bye Oliver. Love you!" Stephen said.

"Love you too." Oliver watched them disappear before he entered the classroom.

"Class. Class." Mrs. Melrose said.

"Yes? Yes?" The class answered.

"We have a new student." She said, Oliver stood by her side.

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It was three o'clock, and the bell had rung at long last. The kids were let out to play at the playground while they waited for their parents. Oliver sat by a tree outside, waiting for his.

Suddenly there was a gust of strong air. All the kids looked up. Slowly, a figure began to lower itself down to earth. It was Ironman.

"Whoa!" Everyone at the playground stared.

Ironman landed on the ground. A portal opened next him, where Dr. Strange stepped out of.

"Wow!" All the kids were amazed.

"We need Oliver's help immediately." Ironman said.

A huge smile formed on Oliver's face. He ran over to the two Avengers. "I'm here." He said.

"Come on kid. We need your help." Dr. Strange said. "Step inside and help us save the world." He nudged his head for Oliver to step into the portal, and he did. Dr. Strange backed up into the portal, closing it.

"Nothing to see here folks." Ironman floated into the air and flew away.

The whole playground was quiet.

"Wow. That kid is cool." A boy whispered to his friend.