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In honor of revealing the Spider-Man: Brand New Day spidey suit. Set in a universe where Tony lives and Peter still meets the other Spider-Men…

Peter, showing Tony with a spin: Isn’t it cool? I stayed up all night sewing it!

Tony: Of course it looks great, kid. I just wish you would’ve let me help. Still confused on how you managed to prick every single one of your fingers…

Peter: But, I wanted it to be a surprise! And I didn’t know if you’d be upset if I, uh… stopped using the suit you made me..?

Tony: Upset? It’s your hero costume, Pete. Anything you would’ve chosen would’ve been perfect. Or, y’know, close to perfect. Nothing beats the Red and Gold.

Peter: Pretty sure Spidey’s colors are Red and Blue? I mean… I think so? All my brothers had red and blue suits, so-

Tony, already mentally signing the adoption papers: Pause. Your who had what now?

Peter: Oh! Don’t worry, they’re from different universes.

Tony: YOUR WHO ARE WHAT NOW .

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hello hi Happy National Spider-Man i have unfinished Irondad art to Celebrate

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my first fanfiction ever and it’s Irondad everyone quick !! act surprised !!

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This but It’s Tony noticing the small, homemade Iron Man helmet in the Expo’s crowd.

It’s him noticing the way Peter’s eyes lit up as he walked in to find the billionare unannounced on his torn up living room couch.

It’s the way Tony sees Peter smiling in the rearview mirror, new suit in hand, thinking no one can see him bouncing on the balls of his feet whispering “They’re gonna call me…”.

It’s Tony knowing the kid sees him in a way he can never see himself. Even after Tony takes away that same new suit. Even after he stupidly lets the kid sneak onto an alien spaceship under his supervision.

Even after he loses everything only to nearly kill himself getting it back.

That same look is sparkling in the kid’s eyes in a war zone, scowering through dust and debris for that familiar glint of red and gold armor. And Tony notices. And finally, he realizes. He’s looking in a mirror. They’re looking for each other.

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Tony and Peter rarely argue. When they do, if it’s not about a patrol gone wrong, it’s guaranteed to be something incredibly stupid and pointless. Still, they take it just as serious. Example—

Peter: This is unbelievable. I can’t even look at you…

Tony: I’m sorry, Peter... It’s the cold, soft-served truth.

Peter: It taste like toothpaste!

Tony: You don’t even know what toothpaste tastes like! You’re allergic to mint!

Peter: How dare you bring up my bubble gum toothpaste! I confided in you!

Tony: Come on, kid… It has chocolate chips! You love chocolate chips!

Peter: Are you bribing me?

Tony: …Possibly.

Peter: You and your mint chocolate chip ice cream are dead to me.

Cut to five hours later— Two bowls of melted vanilla ice cream are on the coffee table. The culprits sprawled on the penthouse couch just a foot away, tangled in limbs and blankets, snoring through their 50th Star Wars marathon. Peter has won once again. Unsurprisingly, when it’s with Tony, he always does. Next week is ‘Are ghosts real?’.

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im sorry , but i can never believe Peter listens to Taylor Swift or other pop music…. i know damn well that boy downloaded Girls / Girls / Boys and I’m Not Okay (I Promise) on his shitty little ipod because of MJ

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How do people have no shame in shipping Starker, genuinely. First of all, it’s an illegal ship?? Peter is 16, and Tony is like what? Somewhere in his 40’s. Secondly, just how. Their relationship is so obviously father and son coded it makes me wonder if you watched the movies with your eyes closed and ears plugged. Please go outside.

Starker shippers are disgusting, DNI.

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im on a n2n kick so heres a wip (when im in a ‘haunting the narrative’ competition and my opponent is peter parker)

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Tony: Those are poisonous so no one eat them

Peter: Yeah, duh

Tony: …

Tony: Go throw up

Peter: I didn’t eat any!

Tony: Go throw up

Peter: aAaH

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Tony Stark the type of guy to pull that one art kid move of accidently drinking paint water but instead he mixes up his black coffee with motor oil

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Peter comes out to Tony wayyyy before pride month (because seriously, keeping one secret idenity is enough). And Tony, being The IronDad™ he is, though confused, fully supports.

That is until pride month actually rolls around and the silence starts— ignoring Peter’s calls, cancelling lab days, even his last desperate attempt at asking a clueless Happy what’s going on is met with a dead end. Defeated, and assuming the worst, Peter backs off.

That is, until, Spider-Man’s swinging around Queens’ annual pride parade and his eyes catch something that is literally impossible to miss.

Iron Man is leading the crowd, his usual red and gold armor now decked out in rainbows and glitter. Matching with Peter’s own flag tied around the suits’ shoulders like a cape.

Peter instinctively lands by his side, genuinely speechless. His bug-eyed lenses just blinking up at the colorful hero. When Tony finally notices him, he throws his arm around the kids shoulders like they’d talked to each other just the day before.

“Took you long enough!”

“I have so many questions.”

“What?”

“You haven’t spoken to me in a week! I could’ve thought you died and you wouldn’t even know! What if I pulled, like, some Romeo and Juliet crap?!”

“One— How dare you ever suggest I would die. I’m immortal, kid. Two— I thought I’d surprise you! If I can learn thermonuclear astrophysics overnight, you can bet your ass I can learn what a pronoun is.”

“Huh. So… you did all this… for me? I honestly thought you hated me.”

“Hated you? Were you on patrol before this? Karen, run a check for a concussion-“

“N-no, no! I just— You kept ignoring my calls! And the lab days!”

“Wouldn’t really be a surprise if you were standing over my shoulder while I was making it, huh? As for the calls— That I will take. I can get a little… hyperfocused.”

“A little?”

“Fair point. Counter point-“

Tony pulls the flag off his own shoulders and ties it around Peters.

“It was for you, kid. All of it. I wanted it to be perfect. Or, at least, close to perfect..? I think I mixed those colors up…”

Tony frowns, squinting at the flag. Peter can practically see the gears turning in his head. Still, he just laughs at the most-definitely mismatched hues.

“Nope. It’s perfect.”

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Homeless Peter Parker fic where he keeps meeting Tony Stark/Iron Man as both his hero and civilian identity and has no clue why the only way his spidey sense will ever be quiet is when he’s nearby

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Peter is multilingual.

It started as a kid, of course, talking small tidbits of Italian with May and Ben that just continued to grow when he met Tony.

Then, he learned Filipino for Ned and his grandmother. Spanish for Mr. Delmar came soon after.

Once he met the rest of the Avengers, Russian and Romanian quickly joined the roster thanks to Natasha and Bucky.

Not to mention the fact that he knows ‘help’ in pretty much every language he can think of just in case he needs it on patrol and some other offhanded phrases from those he saved because if there’s one thing both Spider-Man and Peter have in common, it’s understanding.

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Peter: Hey Mr. Stark, can I borrow $5000?

Tony: In a heartbeat, but why .

Peter, shrugging: I need bail money

Tony: Bail money? Kid, you haven’t been arrested

Peter: Not Yet

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Peter and Tony have a running bit where they’ll point to increasingly wierd or unrelated objects and say “Looks like you”.

Bruce once watched them go around the entire lab, pointing at every chemical and beaker, until Peter finally pointed at DUM-E and Tony just simply responded “Like father, like son.”

It’s gotten to a point where they’ve dragged other (unwilling) Avengers into it.

For example, once they got into an argument where Peter had went on patrol after Tony had specifically told him to take the day off. Tony, in turn, pointed at Steve with a curt, “Looks like you.” (referencing the Accords). Peter couldn’t help but snort at Steve’s incredibly confused and offended (?) expression. The two stopped fighting after that in favor of making fun of Steve (fondly, of course).