#caretaker octodad

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I know this is also a whumpee blog so might I request...Otto...Peter (whichever one you want)...sickfic 👉👈

*spins a gameshow wheel* for bonus points, YOU get to decide who's in which role!

Father and Son

Summary: Otto takes care of a sick Peter 2 ❤️

(I know this strays away from the usual material here, but I just couldn't resist this ❤️ Thank you for your prompt Anon ❤️ I hope you enjoy 🫶)

Otto glanced up at the clock again. His eyebrows furrowed together creating a deep crease in the middle of his forehead. "45 minutes late."

Just then, the door to the lab burst open and Peter stumbled inside.

"Peter, where have you been? I've been worried sick."

The younger man sneezed then coughed in response.

Otto set aside his tools to approach the younger man. "Peter?"

Peter rested against the doorframe. "Sorry I-I'm late Otto."

Otto winced at the scratchy voice. It sounded painful just to listen too.

What's wrong father?

I don't know yet Moe.

Meanwhile, Peter pushed off the doorway and made his way farther in. "There was some bad t-traffic at the l-last intersection."

Otto carefully watched him wobble to his desk. "Peter, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Otto. You don't---don't---."

Three sneezes interrupted Peter's reply.

Otto handed him a kleenex box. "Here."

"Thank you."

As Peter blew his nose, Otto quickly brushed his hand across the younger man's forehead. He winced at the heat radiating off.

The younger man pulled away. "I'm fine Otto."

"I'd believe you more if you didn't look ready to topple over." Otto had one of his actuators grab a water bottle. "Or if you could make full sentences without being interrupted by sneezes."

Peter sniffed. "Just allergies."

Otto fetched some medicine. "Say that to your fever."

"It's low grade," the younger man muttered.

"That's not justifiable Pete." Otto gave him the medicine and the water bottle. "You should have stayed home."

"But I'm still mobile---."

Another sneeze attack interrupted his arguement.

Then Peter whispered so quietly Otto almost missed it, "I hate being sick."

Otto's heart cracked a little. He knew Peter despised feeling useless in any fashion. No wonder he dragged himself here while battling some sort of sickness.

Peter quickly downed his medicine. "Sorry Otto, I'll get to---to work."

The older scientist knew he could send Peter straight home. He could force him right out that door and tell him he wasn't allowed back until he was well again. But this was Peter that Otto was talking about. If he forced him out, he'd be out swinging across the city or sneaking work on his laptop.

So instead of sending him home, Otto plucked him up by his shirt collar. "No work for you today."

A startled squeak left Peter's mouth. "Otto! Wh-what are you---."

"Since you refuse to rest at your apartment, you're resting here instead."

"But I---I---."

The older scientist released his collar. "No buts."

A determined look came across Peter's face as he took a step back and crossed his arms.

Otto opened the door in between the lab and his apartment. "You can come in willingly or I can bring you in."

Peter's shoulders turtled. "I'll---I'll just go---."

Otto grabbed his shoulder. "You won't rest."

Peter blushed. "Otto I just . . . I just can't---."

This time, instead of a sneeze, Peter broke into a coughing fit. He tried to recatch his breath, but he kept breaking into more coughs.

Otto pulled the younger man toward him and let him lean against him as support. In addition, the older scientist patted his back to help loosen whatever was making him cough. By the time Peter was done, his body sagged against the older scientist.

Otto's heart cracked even more as he listened to the heavy wheezes coming out of the younger man. He looked close to tears as he whispered, "I hate this. Everyone's counting on me."

"You can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself first Pete."

Peter sniffed. "I can't let them down."

Otto carefully lifted Peter's chin up to look him in the eye. "Why should they get the mercy you should be giving yourself?"

The younger man remained quiet as he looked away.

"Why should you wear yourself out to make others happy?"

Tears began to pool in the corners of the younger man's eyes.

"Peter, look at me please."

Peter shook his head. "I'm sorry Otto. I---I don't know why---I'm emotional."

"You've got a lot going on son." The older scientist brushed a few damp curls off of his face. "The emotions need to come out somehow."

A wet chuckle broken by a small cough was the response.

Otto smiled down at the younger man in his arms. "You've been taking care of everyone else, but now, it's your turn to get taken care of."

"What are you-AH!"

The older scientist scooped Peter into his arms. "Taking care of you."

"I---I can w-walk!"

"I'm treating you the same way you treat the younger two when they're sick." Otto stepped into his apartment. "You are confined to the couch until further notice."

Peter blinked in confusion.

Otto placed his charge on the couch. "You're not allowed any work or responsibilities. You are to strictly rest."

"But---!"

"Ah! No arguing. You have some spare changes of clothes here so you're not leaving this spot until you are better."

The statement stunned Peter into silence. He didn't get sick that often so he wasn't used to be cared for as a patient. But those same phrases had come out of his mouth when he took care of a sick Peter 1 or 3.

"Do the younger two know you're sick?"

A blush crept across Two's face.

"I'll save you from their wrath for now." Otto had Harry and Larry remove Peter's shoes while Moe and Flo removed his jacket and Otto took his temp. "But only if you agree to rest."

"B-but . . ."

"You're not inconveniencing me Peter." Otto sat on the couch and read the thermometer. "You're just doing for yourself what you do for everyone else."

Peter's blush darkened. "I---I'll try to be g-good."

"I deduce it will be tough."

The younger man nodded.

Otto squeezed Peter's knee. "We'll work through it together."

"C-could you st-stay?"

"If you want me to."

Peter 2 hesitantly shifted closer to Otto before a sneezing fit stopped him.

The older scientist cooed as he pulled Peter into his lap. "You wanna cuddle?"

The younger man cautiously snuggled into Otto's chest. "Please?"

"Of course son." Otto wrapped a blanket around his charge before pulling him into a firm hug. "You don't have to ask."

Peter shifted until his ear was placed over Otto's heart. The medicine he had taken earlier began to kick in, making his eyes slowly droop close. "Thank you O-otto."

"Love you son."

"Love you too . . . Dad."

The older scientist couldn't tell if Peter's mind was affected by sleep or by the medicine, but he would take the drowsy cuddles from his adorable son any day.

[alternate-stories]

Some characters who, while definitely not possible for Smash, would be nifty in it anyway, and would also work as Mii costumes.

The Postal Dude from Postal 2.

Grunt from Quake I.

Frogger (one of the non-anthro designs, probably the PS1 version).

The Caretaker from the Yahtzee’s Dev Diary game of the same name.

A Kerbal

The Boss from Saints Row (the different skins would be based on the preset designs from The Third, and each one would also replace the weapons used in their attacks with different skins from IV).

The Dovahkiin from Skyrim.

The Janitors from Viscera Cleanup Detail.

Ghat from Zeno Clash (with other characters as alternate skins).

Ryley from Subnautica.

Octodad.

Hat Kid (every other skin would be Bow Kid).

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I'm very soft thinking about otto helping one of the peters with sensory overload... :')

PS I'm autistic and I love how you include them stimming ❤️

Sensory Overload

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thank you Anon! I headcannon all three of the boys have autism and stimming is a natural part of that ❤️ I hope I portray it well Anon! This is my first attempt at a fic like this ♥️ let me know if anything needs to change to make the representation more realistic :) also wasn't sure if this was a prompt or just a thought, but I wanted to turn it into one ❤️ enjoy :))

Peter 2 tugged at his shirt. Normally the oldest Peter loved this shirt because of the way it gripped him. It made him feel calm, but today it was way too constricting.

Two grimaced as he readjusted again. Not only was the shirt too tight, the lights were way too bright. Two felt like his eyes were being stabbed with the amount of light coming in. The buzzing from the bright lights didn't help either. The buzzing from the lights mixing with the buzzing of the labratory's machines were slowly driving him insane!

Two wanted to turn off every light, rip his shirt off, and keep any noises out of his ears at the same time. Instead, he readjusted his shirt and tried to focus on the task Otto had given him while not ripping out his hair.

Then Two caught the burnt smell of Otto's coffee as the older scientist stepped back into the lab. Peter 2 began to rock back and forth and yank at his hair. It was too much!

Suddenly, two fingers tapped his shoulder. "Peter?"

The oldest Peter shook his head and yanked at the shirt even more. He was nearing a meltdown.

A hand removed Two's hands from the front of his shirt then placed a pile of soft fabric in his hands. Meanwhile, the lights dimmed and any nearby electronics were turned off for the time being. Two's noise canceling headphones were placed on his head as well.

While Otto and his actuators reduced the amount of input in the lab, Peter 2 immediately changed into the looser fitting sweatshirt that was given to him. It was loose and soft and felt amazing.

After the lab was quieted, Otto helped Peter 2 move to a corner of the room were there were less things around and let him sink to the floor. The oldest Peter immediately began to rock back and forth while his hands began to stim with the sleeves of the sweatshirt he had been given.

Otto sat on the floor near him and let him have his moment to regulate. The younger man got like this when he was in sensory overload and Otto wanted to be near him to help if he could.

After a while, Peter 2's muscles relaxed.

The older scientist scooted forward. "Are you alright son?"

The younger man shook his head and began signing to Otto.

Of course, Otto's sign language abilities were very rusty, but he picked up on a few signs. "Do you need something?"

Two nodded and made another sign to Otto.

That one looked familiar. "Bag?"

Peter 2 nodded.

The older scientist used one of his actuators to grab Two's backpack that he brought with him. "Your bag?"

Two nodded and clumsily worked the bag open before grabbing his fidget spinner. He immediately began to spin it around, enjoying the smooth way it spun.

With his toy secured, Otto opened his arms. "Would you like a hug?"

Two quickly crawled into Otto's lap and curled in.

Otto wrapped him in a tight hug. The younger man usually loved the pressure from Otto's tight hugs, but today he tapped Otto's arm to let him know it was too tight.

The older scientist loosened the hug. "Sorry son. There we go."

As Two sat in the hug, he began signing again.

Otto recognized that sign. "Ah, you have nothing to apologize for son. It's okay."

That comment made Peter bury his face in Otto's chest.

"Ihi promise Peheter. You have nothing to be sorry for. Just rest now."

As Two relaxed, he began to hum. The smell of Otto was comforting, much more than the coffee he had smelled earlier.

Otto chuckled at the random notes that only made sense to Peter right now. The older scientist moved his hand into Two's line of sight and made the only sign he remembered. "I love you."

Peter 2 flapped his hand and nuzzled his face back into Otto's chest.

Otto chuckled and hugged Two again. The older scientist didn't know just yet what triggered the response, but he could deal with that later when Two wasn't overwhelmed.

Four curious actuators cautiously peered at the younger man.

Is he alright Father?

He will be Harry.

He would be okay, but until then, Otto would sit beside him and let him know he was loved.

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Triple Threat

Summary: Harry tried to hide a cold and it did not end well---well, sort of.

(More tickle stories will be posted soon after I finish a few things at work, but enjoy some Harry whump with over protective dad Norman until then ❤️ :))

It took Harry a moment to understand what the voice was saying to him.

"M-mr. Osborn? A-are you okay?"

Harry tried to answer, but the dizziness made his stomach roll.

A hand touched his shoulder then immediately pulled away. "Mr. Osborn! Y-you're burning up!"

Harry tried another attempt at answering, but he couldn't get a word out around his coughing fit.

"I-Im going to get someone." Footsteps started taking off away from him. "D-dont move!"

With the intern gone, Harry leaned against the wall. Evrything ached and he felt as if he was dying. Yet he tried pushing upwards to get himself standing before the dizziness made it difficult.

He thought he heard voices coming back, but everything sounded muffled.

As the younger Osborn pitched forward, hands came out to steady him. "Harry!"

"D-dad---," Harry squeaked through his sore throat.

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Did you fall?"

"I-I found him like this s-sir."

"I believe you Miss." Norman's other hand pressed against his son's forehead. "Thank you for all of your help. I'll take over from here."

With that, Norman led Harry downstairs.

"Talk to me Harry. What's going on?"

"M'fine."

"You're burning up, you can't stand without tipping over, your face is extremely pale and flushed, and your voice sounds horse when you talk. Clearly something's wrong."

"I--I'm sorry---," the younger Osborn broke into another coughing fit.

"We all get sick son. I'm just worried about you is all."

"St-still."

Norman helped Harry into his car. "Let's get you home."

"Okay."

After ensuring Harry was buckled in, Norman closed the car door and jumped into the driver's seat. "Still need those symptoms."

"Dizzy. . . Pain. Throat . . . Ears. Chest tight. . . H-hot."

Harry had to give his dad credit. He tried to look calm throughout the ride. But even in his fever ridden mind, the younger Osborn could see the white knuckle grip his dad had on the steering wheel and the worried glances he gave as they sped way above the speed limit on the way home.

The entire way, Harry fought to stay awake. He wanted to assure his dad he was okay so he would actually relax. However, his fever pulled him into sleep despite the pain and chills he was experiencing.

Meanwhile, Norman Osborn was an internal wreck!

Harry had seemed off the past few days, but he had been helping Otto with an upcoming project down in the lab while Peter was out sick. He had assumed it was just allergies mixed with exhaustion and even Harry had agreed.

Yet, here his son was, dying in his front seat!

Well---dying might be a strong word, but it sure felt that way to Norman's overprotective brain. So as soon as they were parked at home, Norman pressed two fingers just under Harry's jaw to check for a pulse.

"Still there." The older Osborn then moved his fingers down the sides of his son's throat. "Throat feels swollen though."

It took a bit of doing, but finally Norman got Harry upstairs and into a change of clothes. However, the sight of a rash creeping up his son's neck that he hadn't noticed around the collar of his dress shirt sent him into another panic.

That's when his phone rang. "Hello."

The phone kept ringing. Norman hadn't even picked it up yet.

He answered it this time. "Hello."

"Mr. Osborn?"

"Peter. Is everything okay? I can't talk much right now."

"Is everything okay on your end? We saw you leave with Harry."

"He's sick and I can't figure out with what."

"Hold on." There was a shuffle and Peter's voice came back a second later. "Okay, I have you on speaker."

A new voice entered. "Norman?"

The older Osborn huffed. "I don't really have time for a social call."

"I know." There was the sound of Otto shuffling some things around. "Do you want me to come over and take a look at him?"

"Why?"

"Didn't you know Mr. Osborn?" Peter piped up. "Otto has his medical degree."

Norman's eye brows shot up. "What?"

"Yeah!"

". . . When?"

"I had to do something in college." Otto sounded as if he were walking back and forth. "I was bored."

That comment pulled a smile from Norman. "Show off."

"Paid off in the long run. Someone has to keep these three alive."

"Hey!" Peter exclaimed.

Otto chuckled. "Lovingly, you three often have problems with self-preservation."

It sounded like Peter let out a huff, but it wasn't out of anger or annoyance.

"I can come over as soon as you need me Norman."

The older Osborn nodded. "Now would be great."

"On our way."

The call ended immediately, but Norman knew it was just so they could get here. While he waited, the older Osborn shifted Harry around to make him more comfortable.

In less than ten minutes, Otto had arrived with Peter.

Norman gently shook Harry awake. "That was fast."

"Would have been here sooner, but someone had to obey the speed limit," Otto teased.

Peter smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Getting pulled over by the police would have taken even longer."

"Fahair Ihi guess." Otto set a bag on the bed. "Hello Harry."

Harry lifted his hand in a small wave.

"Alright, one of you two start giving me symptoms to work with."

"Dizziness, fever, cough, swollen and sore throat, complaints of ear pain and chest tightness, and the formation of a rash on his neck and chest," Norman listed before Harry could even think of speaking.

Otto's eyebrows knitted together as his eyes clouded with worry. "That's an . . . interesting list of symptoms."

"Why? What does it mean?"

"Not sure just yet." Otto fished a set of latex gloves out of his bag. "But we'll figure it out."

After putting on his gloves, Otto started by examining the rash on Harry's chest and neck. "Does it hurt at all son?"

Harry gave a shrug.

Meanwhile, Peter also put on a pair of matching gloves. He looked like he'd done this countless times before.

"Hmm," Otto hummed as he gently felt along the sides of Harry's throat. "Definitely swollen. . . Light please."

Peter fished a small pen flashlight out of the older scientist's bag.

"Thank you," Otto replied as he took the flashlight then gently placed his fingertips on the side of Harry's face. "Open for me please."

The younger Osborn opened his mouth and let Otto shine the light inside.

"Very interesting."

Peter started and leaned over Otto's shoulder. "Are those his tonsils?"

Norman tensed.

"Mh-hm." The older scientist also adjusted so he could see the roof of Harry's mouth before pulling away. "You said chest tightness and a cough too?"

Norman nodded.

"Stethoscope."

Peter handed Otto the device.

"Thank you." Otto placed the stethoscope in his ears. "Harry, take a deep breath for me."

As the younger Osborn complied, Otto took a listen to his lungs.

"Good. Now, give me a cough."

It took a moment, but finally Harry broke into a coughing fit.

The older scientist was still for almost a minute as he listened, then he raised one eyebrow.

"What?" Norman moved a step closer. "What's wrong?"

Otto held up his hand as he took out the stethoscope. "Harry, have you coughed up anything?"

The younger Osborn nodded as he coughed.

"Did it have a color to it?"

Another nod and a grimace.

"Thought so." Otto switched out his stethoscope for an otoscope. "Turn your head for me please."

Once Harry had, Otto used the otoscope to peer into the younger Osborn's ear. He then had Harry turn the other way to repeat the process on the other ear.

Norman noticed Harry flinch a bit. "Otto."

The older scientist handed the otoscope to Peter before grabbing a thermometer and placing it under Harry's tongue.

Norman couldn't wait any longer. "Otto, please. What's wrong with him?"

"I can promise you it's not some sort of rare, strange disease if that's what you're thinking." Otto took the thermometer when it beeped so he could read it. "101. Not bad, but not the best."

"Why's that?" Peter asked.

"High fever means a worse infection. Not good for strep throat, a double ear infection and what sounds like acute bronchitis."

Peter's eyes widened. "Wow."

"How?" Norman added.

"Welcome to the complexity of the human body." Otto removed his gloves. "My guess is the 'allergies' he's had the last few days has actually been a cold."

Harry looked away from the older scientist.

In response, Otto smoothed down his hair. "All that matters right now, is getting you better.

"How did he get so bad so fast?" Peter asked.

"When your immune system is weakened other sicknesses can creep in. That's why they want you to rest and keep things sterile in doctor's offices. This way other things can't make you worse."

"Makes sense."

Otto turned to Norman. "Amoxicillin should treat the strep throat and ear infections while a medication like cough syrup should help treat the bronchitis."

"How long will he be in recovery?"

"A week at most before he's able to return to work. Probably a little more for the ear infections."

Norman turned to his son. "I'm not letting you out of my sight the entire time."

Harry gave a weak thumbs up. When Norman Osborn got into overprotective mode, there was nothing Harry could do or say to get him out of it. He would just have to go along with it until his Dad was covinced he was in fact fully better.

And the coughing fit he broke in to did not help his case.

Peter patted Harry's leg when he was done. "Good luhuck."

The younger Osborn stuck out his tongue at Peter.

"Alright yohou twoho." Otto repacked his bag and handed Norman some things. "Amoxicillin, cough syrup, and cough drops. Keep fluids in him and keep his head and shoulders propped up to help ease any coughing fits."

The older Osborn took the packages. "Thank you Otto."

One of Otto's actuators ruffled Harry's hair. "Anything for our son."

Harry blushed at the affection.

After Otto relayed all the instructions Norman needed, he and Peter headed back to Obscorp to finish up with some work.

Once they were gone, Norman turned back to Harry. "You are confined to this bed until further notice, and you are going to rest."

The younger Osborn slumped.

"Don't worry." Norman sat down on the other side of Harry. "We'll make the most of it."

Harry tried to push his Dad back. "Contagious."

"I'm willing to risk it." Norman settled back into his spot. "If it means getting to take care of you."

Harry blushed even more at the affection, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

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The Portal Incident: Chapter 3

Summary: After a portal incident, Peter 1 gets turned into a 5 year old.

Thankfully, Three had prepped a space in the lab in case something went wrong so Otto had a clear place to work.

Otto laid the youngest down on the empty table. "Alright little one, let's make sure everything is working properly."

One giggled as he tried to lay still.

Otto used a small pen flashlight to check the youngest's eyes. "Follow the light for me."

Thankfully, One's eyes easily tracked the small light as Otto moved to different spots. Otto then moved the light to check the youngest ears and nose before finishing with looking at his mouth and throat. Everything appeared to be in working order with no visible signs of injury or sickness.

The older scientist put the pen light away. "Does anything hurt or feel out of place?"

One shook his head. "No, nothihing at all."

"Alright, just to be safe." Otto rolled up One's shirt. "I'm going to do a little exploring, okay?"

"Ohokay."

Otto moved his fingers into position. "I'm sorry to say this might tickle just a little."

One squeaked as Otto gently pressed his fingers into his side.

"Any pain?"

"Noho."

The grin on Otto's face was getting hard to hold back as he moved to another spot. "Here?"

"N-noho! No pahain thehere!"

Another spot produced the same response. So did another. And another. And after he finished, Otto purposefully skittered his fingers across the youngest's tummy and sides to hear more of those adorable giggles.

One's giggles were so much more adorable and high pitched in his younger state, it was hard to not want to hear them. And those snorts were absolutely precious.

A smile cracked Otto's face. "Ahare you sure thehere's no pain?"

"Yehes!"

The older scientist stopped his attack. "Ihi'll take your word fohor it."

The next part of the examination involved checking limbs which gave One a chance to catch his breath. Although, Otto started his giggles back up when he placed both of One's hands over his eyes then pulled them back to "check his reflexes".

"Wehell arms look gohood. Now whahat about these lehegs?"

Once Otto finished the physical part of his exam, One was a pile of giggles.

"Alright Pehete, we're almost done. I juhust need you to recite all of the elements of the periodic table by their group form."

One grinned. "Eheasy! Alkali: Lihithium, sodium, potassium, ruhubidium, cosium, francium. . ."

Otto listened as Peter 1 spouted off each group completely and correctly. This meant his memory was working well.

When One was done, Otto helped him to a standing position on the table so they could be closer to eye level. "Very good. According to all of my tests, you are a completely healthy and fully functioning young man. Your body is working and your brain is working. There's just one last thing I want to check."

One crinkled his brows together. The crinkle grew as Otto held up a clipboard.

"Wha-EEP!"

One immediately punched the clipboard as it swung near his face. The board effectively splintered into several pieces.

"Otto!"

"Well, your Spiderman reflexes and super strength are still good to go."

"W-wait . . ." One stared down at his hands. "But I didn't get the bite until high school."

"Interesting . . . Whatever happened in that portal didn't switch out your 17 year old body for your five year old body. It put 17 year old you into your 5 year old body."

" . . . What?"

"You didn't fully and completely change. It's similar to following the plans to build one of your lego models but with smaller pieces. It's still the same model just on a much smaller scale than what the plans asked you to use."

"Weird."

"Yes, but that means you still have all of your memories and spider abilities."

The youngest's eyes widened. "So I can still go on patrol?"

"No." Otto set the splintered clipboard aside. "People will have questions of why a 5 year old is fighting crime."

One pouted at the older man. "But Otto---."

"No buts."

One let out a frustrated growl, but didn't argue further.

"Hey, as soon as we get you back to normal, you can back on patrol. But we have to put a pin in it for now. Okay?"

Peter 1 sighed. "I'll try Otto."

"That's all I ask Peter," Otto replied as he hugged the littlest.

While One returned the hug, all four actuators snuggled into the hug vibrating lightly.

"They're purring!" One exclaimed.

"Sohomething like that. They're tryhying to show lohove the same way we doho."

Peter 1 grinned as he tried to pet each of the actuators heads.

The sweet moment was interrupted by Peter 2 stepping over to the two "Hehey, what's going on ohover here?"

Otto turned to the oldest Peter. "Just this little ohone being adorable."

"I'm not adorable!"

What does adorable mean father? You use that word a lot.

It will be too hard to explain right now Flo.

Does it mean Peter Parker father?

In a way . . . yes.

Then he is adorable?

Otto chuckled out loud from the actuators comment. "Yehes Flo, he ihis adorable."

Peter 1 scowled. "Hey!"

Two echoed Otto's chuckle. "Hahard to argue wihith that logic."

"Two!"

Otto changed the topic to save the youngest from embarrassment. "Any luck locating those clothes?"

"My MJ is looking for it now so we'll have to see. Three's having his Aunt May check the portal from his universe to make sure there's no complications before she comes through. So we'll have to see how that goes."

"Here's hoping we have some success there. Maybe we can use his to figure out what happened on our end."

"I hope so." Two sat on the table top next to his brother. "How's this little guy?"

"No physical or mental complications as far as I can see. His memory is still in tact, limbs and organs are still working properly, and his spider senses are still operating."

Two's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Apparently yes. He's still 17 year old Peter, just in little form."

Two sighed. "Well, we've got our work cut out for us."

"That we do, but it'll be interesting for sure." The older scientist ruffled One's curls.

Three joined the group as One fought to smooth his curls back into place. "Good news, my Aunt May found the box! She's headed to my apartment to see if the portal is up and running."

"That's one last thing to worry about." Two rubbed his side. "What's our next course of action Otto?"

"For now, diagnostic scans and monitoring. We need to figure out what went wrong and make sure nothing else happens to Peter 1 in the mean time."

Three smirked. "Should I ask my Aunt May to leave us some baby clothes just in case?"

An actuator smaked the back of Three's head.

"Ow! Otto!"

Two sets of giggles reached Otto's ears as he grabbed a nearby notepad. "Stop picking on your brother."

"Me? I would nehever!"

Otto turned and one actuator lowered his glasses for him.

The tallest Spiderman rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe a little."

"We do the same rihight back Otto," Peter 2 added.

The older scientist slid his glasses back into place as he sighed. "Yes, your right. I shouldn't be so hard on him."

"See? You know you love mehe," Three teased.

Otto smiled. "Ihi guehess I do."

Two pulled up Otto's notepad and pencil. Alright, let's figure this out."

And with that, all four heads came together to get a plan in motion.

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The Portal Incident: Chapter 2

Summary: After a portal incident, Peter 1 gets turned into a 5 year old.

The next few moments were a blur as One spiraled into a panic attack. Sounds around him blurred as he sunk to the bathroom floor. His heart rate quickened and his lungs tightened.

He heard two different voices calling out to him and sensed two figures looming nearby. While he was certain the figures were trying to be encouraging, the closeness made him feel even more panicked and anxious.

Another voice ushered the two back and gave One the room he needed.

While he fought to breathe, a figure forced his head down between his knees. "Come on Peter, there we go. Now, remember your breathing exercises."

It took a few tries, but with the help of the voice, One finally managed to get his breathing back under control.

"Peter?"

Peter 1 turned to see Otto kneeling in the doorway.

The older scientist gave him a small smile. "Hi son."

One sniffled and waved. "Hi."

Otto leaned forward to hand the youngest a cup of water. "Here. Take a few small sips."

"Thank you." The youngest's shoulders relaxed as he slowly sipped on his water.

One curious actuator extended forward and laid it's head on One's shoulder. The action felt comforting and finally got a small smile from the youngest.

Otto drew his attention back to him. "Peter?"

One looked back up at the scientist.

"I know this all new and frightening, but I want you to remember, you're not going through this alone. You've got three extra people who care a lot about you and are going to help solve this."

"Do you really think you can fix this?" One tentatively asked.

Otto shifted closer. "I don't want to get your hopes up . . . I genuinely don't know. But whatever happens, we will be there."

The youngest Peter finally closed the distance between him and the older scientist before climbing his way into his lap. Otto responded by wrapping him in the biggest hug he could.

When One looked up, he spotted two other figures lingering in the doorway. One small hand he guessed belonged to him now reached out. This was all the prompting needed before the older two Peters snuggled in on either side of the hug. It was a tight fit in Otto's bathroom, but they managed to make it work.

Peter 1 fiddled with the fabric on Two's arm. "I'm sorry I panicked.

The oldest Peter rubbed circles into his youngest brother's back. "It's okay to panic when you don't understand. That happens to the best of us."

One looked up at his brother. "Even you?"

"Yes, eheven me."

"What do we do now?"

Two shook his head. "I don't know bud. Like Otto said, we have no clue how to reverse this."

The youngest's shoulders dropped.

"Hey." Three ruffled One's hair. "We'll just have to figure it out as we go. One step at a time right?"

A smile crept onto One's face. "Yeah. One step at a time."

"To start," Otto gently interrupted, "I think we should make a shopping trip."

Three sat up. "We might not have too."

"But he can't wear the same outfit everyday Three," Two replied.

"I know, he won't." Three scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket. "My Aunt May kept a box of my old clothes in her house. I'm sure she's got something we can use."

"That's a great idea! I think my Aunt May did the same thing."

One's eyes widened. "I get to wear your old clothes?"

The tallest Peter paused. "Is that okay?"

"Yes it just . . . makes me feel like a genuine little brother."

Two grinned. "Getting stuck with your older brothers hand-me-downs?"

The youngest giggled. "Yeheah, I promise nohot to get them dirty."

"What are you talking about?"

" . . . You want to keep them nice, right?"

Two smiled. "They're just clothes Pete, they're made to get dirty."

The youngest furrowed his brows.

Two gently ruffled his curls. "What we mean is don't worry about it. Okay?"

One pulled away as he giggled. "Hehey!"

Otto chuckled as he stood with the youngest in his arms. "While you two handle the clothing situation, I'm going to do a quick check on Pete and make sure everything is working properly inside and out."

"Sounds good," Three replied, already off to make the call.

Peter 2 was quick to follow the taller Spiderman's lead. This left Otto and Peter 1 alone for a moment.

"Are you okay Peter?" Otto asked.

The youngest stared at himself in the mirror. "Sort of."

"It'll take some time, but we'll get there."

Peter 1 smiled. "I know."

The older scientist smiled back. "Come on, let's go get you checked out."

With that, Otto stepped back into the lab to start his examination.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Christmas Sniffles: Finale

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 ends up sick.

"Gotcha!"

Otto started awake. He glanced up to see a cackling Peter 3 standing beside the couch.

"Thahat wahas awesohome! Ihi nehever gehet yohou!"

The older man gave him a deadpan look.

The taller Peter calmed himself and flicked an imaginary tear from his eye. "Ohokay, Ihim dohone."

Otto leaned forward. "You know, I thought I gave up trying to take down Spiderman."

"Wh-what?"

Otto quickly pulled Peter 3 into his lap. "But for you, I think I'll make an exception."

A squeal erupted from Peter 3's mouth as Otto dug into his ribs. "NAHAHA!"

"Nohow," the older man spidered his fingers up and, "where's thahat one rib?"

"NOHO-OOOH! OHOTTOHO---."

When Three dipped into silent laughter, Otto had mercy and moved to a less ticklish rib. "What do you say then?"

"IHI'M SOHORRYHYHYHY!"

Finally, the tickles ceased. "You are forgiven."

Three sagged into Otto's lap. "Yohou're ehevihil."

"Says the man trying to sneak up on me while I sleep."

"Buhut ihit wahas fuhunny."

"See?" Otto poked the younger man's side. "That's why you get tickled."

"Eep! Noho mohore plehease!"

Don't kill him Father!

"Fine. I guess you've learned your lesson."

As Three calmed, another set of giggles reached their ears. During the attack, Peter 1 had woken up to watch the other two. His feet were near Otto and his head was near the other side of the couch.

The youngest waved. "Hi."

"Wehell look who decided to wake up." Otto shifted his hold on the middle Peter. "How are you feeling?"

One nodded. "Still weak, but better."

Otto smiled. "I'm glad little Pete."

The next instant, the front door opened.

Two took off his jacket. "Whose dying in here?"

"Otto's muhurdering mehe," Three whined.

"It's called revenge" Otto replied.

MJ turned from hanging up her coat. "Sorry we're back so late, things were chaotic once we finished."

"How did the rest of your caroling go?"

"Fantastic. It was good to see so many happy faces."

Two ruffled the youngest's hair. "Of course, it was good to see this smiling face while we did."

One giggled and playfully pushed at Two's hand.

"Oh! Two!" Three sat up. "I have it!"

"With you?"

"Yes!" Three hurried out of Otto's lap and grabbed a green wrapped box from the entryway table.

"What are you two doing?" One asked.

"Do you want to give it tonight or tomorrow?" MJ asked.

"Let's do it now!" Three exclaimed.

"What are you two doing?" Otto added.

"Peter." The two older Peters hurried over to their younger brother. "Sit up for a minute."

With furrowed eyebrows, the youngest shifted up. The next instant, he was smooshed on both sides by his brothers. The green box was plopped into his lap.

"Um . . ."

"Open it," Two encouraged.

After a brief hesitation, Peter 1 took off the green wrapping paper. "A . . . Build-A-Bear?"

"Just trust us," Three prompted.

One opened the familiar white box and reached inside. He pulled out a red Spiderman Bear dressed in a familiar suit.

"Say hello to Spidey." Peter 3 tapped the Bear's nose.

"Huh?"

"We know May Bear means a lot to you, but now, she has a friend," Two replied. "And whenever we can't be there physically, you can hold on to him."

Peter 1 beamed. He squeezed the bear close to his chest before cuddling close to his brothers. "Thank you so much. He's the best Christmas gift ever."

Both older brothers squeezed the youngest tight.

"We love you Pete."

"Always."

The Christmas celebration had started off on a sour note, but it had ended so wonderful. He felt so loved and so cared for by those he considered family.

One tightened his hold on May Bear and Spidey. "This is the best Christmas yet."

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Christmas Sniffles: Chapter 6

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 ends up sick.

Christmas Eve day passed similarly to the last. Peter 1 was confined to the couch for most of the day under MJ's snowflakes she had decorated with last night. Another Christmas movie played in the background and the older three still doted over the youngest who was trying his best to comply.

He still wasn't the happiest getting fawned over by those around him.

Peter 3 wrapped One in another blanket. "You're the cutest present this year."

The youngest blushed darkly. "Three!"

"Uh-oh, better double check that fever, I think it might have spiked."

Two started. "Really?"

Three held up his hands. "No no no, I was just teasing."

The oldest Peter breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't scare me like that."

Three chuckled nervously. "Sorry."

"See? You should stop your teasing. It gets you in trouble," One teased.

"And you should watch your attitude little Bug." Peter Three started tickling One's sides.

The youngest giggled adorably before breaking into a coughing fit.

"Now that's your cue to stop," Peter 2 replied as he rubbed One's back.

Peter 3 rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"I'll live." Peter 1 readjusted himself into a more comfortable position. "I'm not delicate."

"Oho yeah?"

The next instant, One squeaked as he was scooped into his older brother's arm.

Three grinned at him. "Wook at the wittle baby!" He's sow cuwte!

"Th-three!" The youngest tried to wiggle free without falling out of Three's arms.

"Ahas cute ahas he is, dohont forget he's stihill sick," Two warned.

Peter 3 chuckled and finally set the youngest down. Peter 1 pouted at his older brother as he was kissed on the forehead.

"Alright, have fun you two. I'll see you tomorrow." The middle Peter headed toward the portal contraption.

Two gave him a hug. "Tell your Aunt May we said hello."

"I will. Good night!"

The portal closed with a familiar whoosh.

Two turned and retucked the blankets around Peter 1. "Otto will be here soon, and then MJ and I will back late tonight."

One snuggled next to May Bear. "Two?

"Yeah bud?"

" . . . Thank you."

Two paused. "For what?"

"Y-you and MJ have taken such good care of me and . . . well, I wanted to say . . . Thank you---for doing all of this."

Two smiled and hugged the youngest. "Any time Snuggle Bug. I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Peter 1 returned the hug. "I love you big bro."

"I love you too baby bro."

The hug lasted a few good seconds before the two finally separated. The next moment, MJ came downstairs with her coat and purse.

One's eyes widened. "Wow, you look beautiful MJ."

MJ melted. "Thank you honey."

Peter 2 admired her outfit. "He's right you know. You're gorgeous."

"Thank you tiger." MJ gave him a kiss on the lips. "You look pretty nice yourself."

A knock on the door caused the group to turn.

"That should be Otto," Two replied as he headed to the door.

When he opened the door, a metal arm wrapped around him.

"Wow!"

"Harry! Put him down." A voice scolded.

The actuator whined as Otto stepped through the door. The scientist narrowed his eyes at the misbehaving actuator. In response, Harry slowly set the younger man on the ground.

"Thank you." Otto squeezed Peter 2 in his own hug. "Hello Peter."

"Hi Otto." Two returned the hug. "Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas Eve to you too Pete."

The older scientist stepped back then wrapped MJ in a hug. "Hello dear."

"Merry Christmas Eve Otto. It's good to see you."

Otto finally turned to Peter 1. "And here's the man of the hour. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

Otto glanced at Two.

"Fever hasn't gotten any worse. Dizinness is pretty much gone. Cough is still bad though," Two added.

One scowled while Otto smiled.

"Thank you my boy. That's very helpful."

"Alright." MJ stepped forward and kissed One's forehead. "You be good for Otto, and both of you have a good time. We'll be back super late and so will Peter 3."

Peter 2 kissed One on the forehead as well. "Night Pete."

"Have a good time you two. Tell Reverend I said hello," Otto replied.

The couple gathered their coats and cookies then headed out the door. As soon as they were gone, four actuators snuggled up against Peter 1.

"Ihits gohood to sehee yohou guys," the youngest giggled as he petted each of them on their "heads".

Otto stepped forward and shooed the actuators to the side. "Okay, my turn now." The older scientist wrapped One in a hug. "Hello Pete."

"Hihi Otto." Peter 1 returned the hug. "I'm so gald to see you."

Otto settled himself on the couch. "Now, I know your brother gave me a lot of things about your sickness, but I want to hear from you personally how you're doing."

One smiled. "Ihim over all the smothering, but I am genuinely feeling better. Just a stupid cough that won't go away."

"That's good." Otto squeezed his hand. "But how are you doing past the sickness?"

One tentatively tightened his hold on May Bear. He whispered, "I miss her."

The older scientist nodded. "Two did too the first Christmas without her. As did I when Rosie passed." Otto gently tightened his squeeze. "That one is always tough."

"I remember that when Uncle Ben passed . . . It just hurts more when you have no one left."

Otto felt his heart crack a little. He knew that feeling all to well. No words could describe the pain that first year brought, especially around the holidays. Then, if you were completely alone, the feeling got worse. Instead of answering, he lifted the youngest Peter into his lap to wrap him in a hug. The two sat in silence for a while to let One soak in the warmth.

The youngest Peter curled in Otto's hold. "With everyone here . . . I forgot how hard it was going to be."

"It hits you when you least expect it to."

One sniffled. ". . . Does it get any easier?"

"In a few years, it gets manageable. . . I can't tell you how many times I wished Rosie was here to see all this."

"I would have loved to meet her," One added.

"She would have loved you and your Aunt May."

The two settled back into a comfortable silence while 4 curious actuators circled around them.

Otto pulled back to look the youngest in the eye. "How do you feel now?"

"I'm doing okay." The youngest wiped his eyes as he smiled at the older man. "Thank you Otto."

"Any time Peter." Otto smoothed One's hair. "I'm here for you if you ever need me."

One curled into the hug hold. "I know, and I appreciate you for it."

"Do you need a moment?"

" . . . I think I'll be okay. I could use a distraction for a bit."

"Well, what would you like to do? Watch a movie? Read a story? Or, I could tell you a story about your brother when he was younger?"

One beamed. "Really?"

Otto grinned. "Where to begin this man?"

Peter 1 settled in as Otto began to tell him story after story of a much younger Peter 2. The actuators even added in their own snippets when they could. Many of the stories One hadn't heard before; and some of the shenanigans made him giggle and snort. The stories took a pause when One and Otto took a break for a late dinner consisting of another bowl of soup.

While Peter 1 was grateful, he was getting tired of eating the same liquid meal each day. However, this time, Otto slipped something extra under One's bowl.

The older scientist winked at the youngest. "Ginger is supposed to be good for you when you're sick."

Peter 1 pulled out a gingerbread cookie from under his bowl. He beamed at Otto. "Thank you."

The youngest Peter nibbled at his cookie while Otto finished his meal. However, the two were interrupted by a noise outside the door.

Hark, the herald angels sing.

Glory to the newborn king.

"Otto?" One asked.

"Come on, let's go see."

The two opened the door and peered out. Surrounding MJ and Peter 2's porch were a group of carols.

"Who are all these people?" Peter 1 asked as he peered out from behind the scientist.

"They're from Peter 2's church." The older scientist pointed three people standing near the front of the group. "Recognize those three?"

Two, MJ, and Harry waved at One and Otto. Peter 1 waved back at the three before hiding behind Otto again.

One looked up at Otto. "Did you know they were coming?"

The older scientist smiled. "I had a hunch."

After the carols finished their song, they gave one big "Merry Christmas!" before cheering and dispersing to their next house. But not before Peter and Otto waved one last time to their family.

Otto closed the door. "They usually visit widows, widowers, and those who are shut in during the holiday season. Ihi had a feeling since we were both here, they would make sure to stop by."

"It was a great surprise."

"Eh, Reverend was a little pitchy on his notes."

One's eyes widened.

Otto turned to Flo. "I didn't think his eyes could get that wide."

"Otto!"

The older scientist laughed. "Myhy huhumor dohont trahanslahate wehell appaharently."

While Peter 1 rolled his eyes, Otto ruffled his hair. "Goho have a seheat. I'll make tea ahand I'll tell you some more stories about yohour brother."

As One settled in, he thought back on the last few days. He thought Christmas would be ruined because of his sickness, but now it was becoming a Christmas to remember. He got to make so many memories with those he loved the most.

He snuggled into the couch and got excited for the Christmas memories to come.