#IronSpider

[khalixascorner]

Ahhhh just read this a second time and I loved it even more. Thank you so much for this wonderful fic (and sorry I forgot to leave a message the first time I read it).

Peter's Stand

A gift for @khalixascorner, inspired by Will Smith slapping Chris Rock at the Oscars

also on ao3

(this one's not very team cap friendly, sorry!)

“Tony, are you sure about this?” 

Peter had posed the question more times than Tony could count, which was a rather impressive amount in his opinion, but Tony couldn’t fault him for wanting to make sure. The Rogues had left him wounded in every sense of the word. If their positions were reversed, Tony wouldn’t have allowed the Rogues to return even if the president himself demanded it. He understood the wariness on Peter’s part and was comforted by his concern.

“Yes,” Tony confirmed, though he didn’t look happy to do it. “I don’t want them near me, but we need to work with them if we want to keep the world safe.” 

Peter took hold of his hands. “Don’t feel pressured to see them more than you absolutely have to. I’ll try to stick by you whenever you go to the compound.” 

For emphasis, he allowed his fingers to stick to Tony’s hands, trapping them in his grip with his spider-like capabilities. 

Tony smiled, clinging on tighter. Peter’s grasp was one he would never try to escape. “You don’t have to do that, Pete. I can handle them.” 

“I don’t want you to have to,” Peter argued. “I’ll be with you every time. Tell them I’m a controlling boyfriend if they need an excuse.” 

Tony outright laughed in his face. “Like you could ever be controlling.” 

“They wouldn’t know either way,” Peter said slyly. 

Tony tugged him into his chest, taking advantage of their glued hands. Peter let go and wrapped his arms around Tony instead, his head gravitating towards the crook of Tony’s neck without a thought. 

“I love you, you know that?” Tony asked quietly. “Thank you for supporting me.” 

Peter pressed a soft kiss onto Tony’s neck, relishing its gentle warmth. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Alive. 

It hadn’t been that way the last time Tony saw Steve Rogers. And now, Steve was coming home, free to haunt Tony as he pleased. 

Not if I have anything to say about it, Peter seethed. 

-

The UN thought it would be best if the Rogues and Avengers had their reunion in the public eye, during a fundraiser. They figured it would be the simplest way to keep matters cordial and polite. They couldn’t exactly have a brawl if they were surrounded by press and young fans. 

Peter understood the logic, but it didn’t stop him from yearning for a private meeting. He didn’t want Tony to have to face the Rogues in front of an audience after all the time they spent apart. He wanted Tony to be able to speak his mind freely, to have the option to leave if he got overwhelmed. 

That wasn’t possible, so all Peter could do was hover over Tony, antsy on his behalf. To his credit, Tony remained cool and collected in the face of shouting paparazzi. His press smile was on full display when children, teens, and adults alike scampered up to him with phones in hand. 

It was only when he caught sight of Natasha that he faltered. 

Peter placed a soothing hand on the small of his back. If Natasha was here, Clint was bound to be nearby. Where Clint was, Wanda was likely to be, and with Wanda would be Steve. Bucky and Sam couldn’t be far-off. Their reunion was fast approaching. 

“We can leave any time you want, okay?” Peter murmured, voice low. “The UN will get over it.” 

Tony gave him a strained smile in return. “You go have fun. This would be a good chance to network.” 

“There will be other events,” Peter dismissed. 

“Not with all these politicians,” Tony pointed out. “It helps to have the government in your pocket.” 

Peter eyed the room with a grimace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The obtrusive grumble of a throat being cleared behind them derailed any further attempts Tony might have made at convincing Peter to leave. They turned towards the sound at once, identical expressions of dread on full display of their faces. Peter’s hand moved from Tony’s back to grip his waist, reminding him of his presence. Tony wasn’t alone anymore and would never have to be again if Peter had a say in it.

Steve Rogers stood before them, blond hair gleaming beneath the light, broad-shouldered and handsome as ever. The smile he graced them with was almost patronizing in its wideness. 

“Hey, Tony.”

Tony stiffened beneath Peter’s hand, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Peter gave him a reassuring squeeze and stepped forward, pulling Steve’s attention to himself. 

“Peter Parker,” he introduced himself. “Tony’s boyfriend.” 

He made no move to offer Steve his hand, but Steve had no qualms about acting buddy-buddy. He stretched his hand out toward Peter, his pearly whites on show as he waited for Peter to clasp it in his. Peter reluctantly took hold of his hand, making a point of squeezing it just tightly enough to make the super soldier wince. 

Steve let go, rubbing his hand. “You’re enhanced?”

“I’m still discovering my limits,” Peter admitted, a thinly-veiled threat in his voice. 

It did not go unnoticed by Steve, who said defensively, “I would never hurt Tony.” 

“Again, you mean?” Peter scowled. 

“All right, boys, let’s not do this here,” drawled Natasha. Peter had hardly noticed her appearance, focused as he was on Steve. “Steve, you’re up on stage in five. They’re looking for you.” 

Steve nodded at them curtly and strode away, immediately swept into the sea of people surrounding them. Peter felt Tony relax a miniscule amount once Steve was out of sight. 

Natasha faced them now, looking Peter over curiously before turning her gaze on Tony, who met her eyes head-on.

“Tony,” she acknowledged. 

Tony pursed his lips. “Romanoff.” 

“Peter,” Peter piped up, unable to help himself despite the gravity of the situation. His small outburst was worth the embarrassment for the smile that twitched on Tony’s lips.

Natasha turned to him. “Peter Parker, was it? And you’re enhanced. I suppose Tony never could’ve dated someone normal. You’re a good match.” 

Peter preened. Getting the people in his life, as well as the watchful public, to accept his relationship with Tony was a battle and a half. To have acceptance be so readily granted to him was refreshing. 

“We’ll be finding our seats now,” Tony said tersely. “See you around.” 

Without further ado, Tony steered them toward their assigned table, leaving Natasha behind. Mercifully, the Avengers weren’t seated with the Rogues. It would have made for an uncomfortable dinner on all sides. Peter’s hand fell from Tony’s waist at last, reaching for his hand instead. 

“Are you okay?” he murmured. 

Tony gave a jerky nod. “Never better.” 

“Don’t do that,” Peter pleaded. “You know I’m not falling for that.” 

Tony sighed deeply. “I’m fine, Pete. I’ll let you know if I need a breather.” 

Peter pressed a kiss to his cheek as they reached their table. They were seated side by side, the only other occupants of their table a diplomat from Germany and a woman Peter vaguely recognized from a movie. The moment they took their seats, a waiter rushed forward with a bottle of champagne, filling their glasses wordlessly and retreating. He was gone before Peter could thank him. 

Tony exchanged pleasantries with their tablemates, who were understandably more eager to meet him than Peter. They gave him cursory glances in an effort to be polite, but Peter didn’t mind the lack of attention. He wanted Tony to get his mind off of the Rogues. 

The chatter in the room lessened when the lights focused on the stage. A woman stood at the center with a microphone in hand, offering the crowd an excited smile. Peter wished he could share in her excitement. 

“Good evening,” she began. “It’s undeniable that the past couple of years have been rough, what with the Avengers disbanding due to the legislation being pushed by the UN. Fortunately, the Avengers and the UN have worked closely to create a version of the Accords they all find agreeable. Today, the Avengers reunite once more and we get our heroes back!” 

The audience clapped, although some of it seemed half-hearted. Tony’s hands remained limply in his lap. 

“Allow me to welcome on stage Steve Rogers, our very own Captain America.” The woman stepped to the side, handing the microphone to Steve before he claimed his spot at the center. 

Steve brandished a wide smile at the cameras. “Hey, everybody. Thanks for coming out. The team and I are happier than you can imagine to finally be home. We appreciate all the support and patience we were given during these trying times. 

“As you know, tonight is about more than our reunion. It’s about helping those in need. The Avengers and Stark Industries are hosting a fundraiser in an effort to give young minds the education they deserve.” 

Steve paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as if searching for his next words. Peter could feel Tony stiffen beside him, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table.

“And I have to say,” Steve continued, “working with Stark Industries again is a privilege. I’ve known a few Starks in my time, and while they all seem to have a thing for fast cars, pretty women, and big explosions, one thing is clear—they know how to gear up the team and open their wallets when it counts.”

The crowd chuckled, a polite, hollow sound that stung in Peter’s ears. He glanced at Tony, who was sitting rigidly beside him. Tony’s jaw was clenched, his fingers drumming restlessly on the table. There was no humor in his expression. No smile, no acknowledgment that Steve’s words had any weight. Just the mask of a man who had been torn apart and glued back together a thousand times.

Peter’s hand found Tony’s knee, squeezing gently, but Tony didn’t look down. His eyes remained on Steve. Peter knew it wasn’t just about the words. It was everything Steve represented—the betrayal, the old scars, the things Tony would never be able to forget.

Peter felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t let Steve keep going. Not like this.

Before he could second-guess himself, Peter was on his feet, moving toward the stage. He didn’t hear the murmur of the crowd, didn’t see the flash of cameras. All he saw was Steve, that self-assured, arrogant smile, the same one that had haunted Tony for years.

Steve turned at the sound of Peter’s footsteps, brows raised in surprise. “Peter Parker,” he said, his smile only widening. “Didn’t see you there.”

Peter didn’t wait for him to finish. His fist landed squarely on Steve’s jaw with a satisfying crack. The mic went silent as Steve stumbled back, blinking in shock.

“What the hell—” Steve started, but Peter didn’t give him the chance to speak. He grabbed the mic, his heart pounding in his chest.

“You don’t get to talk about him like that,” Peter’s voice rang out, steady despite the rush of adrenaline. “You don’t get to reduce him to some outdated caricature while standing on a stage funded by his generosity. You don’t get to ignore everything he’s done. Everything he’s sacrificed.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, but Peter wasn’t backing down. He stepped forward, staring him down. “He’s saved the world more times than anyone can count, and you—” Peter pointed a finger, voice growing sharp with each word. “You think you can just make jokes at his expense? Think again.”

The crowd was silent. Time seemed to stretch, hanging in the air, thick with tension.

Peter let the mic drop, the thud of it hitting the stage floor echoing like a punctuation mark. He turned on his heel, walking back toward Tony with his head held high. He could feel the weight of every eye on him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to look back.

When he reached the table, he didn’t say a word at first. He just held out his hand to Tony, who was still frozen in his seat, eyes wide but a faint smile playing on his lips. Peter didn’t wait for Tony to stand. He pulled him into a quick hug, pressing his cheek against Tony’s.

Tony’s hand rested lightly on his back, fingers digging into his shirt, but there was something new there—something softer, something like gratitude.

Peter pulled back and whispered, “Let’s go, yeah?”

Tony’s gaze softened as he met Peter’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, the word coming out more like a sigh of relief. “Let’s go.”

With that, they turned and walked out together, leaving behind a room full of shocked faces, the echoes of their quiet defiance ringing in the air.

[starkercreamery]

Poly AU — where famous football captain Tony Stark has two girlfriends, twins, Cheer Captain Penelope Parker and Theater Club President Petra Parker.

[cyberdelph]

[starkerobsession]

Tony’s favourites…

Hobby: Spending time with Peter

Colour: The exact shade of brown that Peter’s eyes are

Time of day: Whenever Peter finishes patrol

Place: In bed. With Peter

Scent: Peter

Athlete: Spider-Man

Actor: Spider-Man

Singer: Spider-Man

Band: Spider and the Mans

Writer: Spider-Man

Food: Whatever Peter cooks for him

Place to eat: Peter’s ass

Comfort meal: Again, Peter’s 🍑

Way to eat a bagel: Sharing it with Peter

Country you’ve been to: Germany, with Peter

Travel essential: Peter

Way to travel: On a private plane with Peter’s mouth around his cock

Teammate: Peter

Movie: Spiderman Homecoming

Instrument: Peter’s cock

Song: Peter’s moans in bed

Animal: Peter when he’s horny

Sport: Fucking Peter

Extreme sport: Fucking Peter senseless

Winter sport: Fucking Peter in the snow

Summer sport: Fucking Peter on the beach

Water sport: Peeing on Peter

Article of clothing: Peter’s birthday suit

YouTube video: Spider-Man faceplanting

Hair style: Peter’s cute curls

Sound: Peter’s cute laugh

Relaxation technique: Listening to Peter talk

Person: Peter, clearly.

[pretty-bratty]

Aahhhh OMG I love this addition so much, @professional-benaddict !!!🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷🩷

Peter definitely goes to the gym when Bucky and Steve are working out, and eats cake there.🤣

After that tree incident, glass ornaments are banned!!! Also, Dum-E constantly trying to chew on tinsel!!

And Daddy @definitelynottony , we request Italian Christmas albums??? Hello???

The New Year's TIFB post will follow🎄

How will the TIFB family celebrate during the holidays?🥰🥰 - @professional-benaddict 💗💗

I love this ask so much!!! Thank you and Merry Christmas, @professional-benaddict !!!🩷🥹🩷

TIFB CHRISTMAS:

🎄On December 1st, Peter surprises everyone with an advent calendar he made for them - full of fun activities and Christmas movies to watch. And yes, Daddy, building a snowman is considered a fun activity. Yes, even if it's freezing as fuck out there - it's not swearing, it's repeating your words - and we will get wet and cold.

🎄Tony gets the house decorated as a surprise - everyone goes to bed in a usual interior and wakes up to fairy lights, decorations, and garlands everywhere, inside and outside. Peter is ecstatic. Steve too. Bucky will never admit how cozy it makes him feel (everyone knows).

🎄They're getting the hugest, fluffiest, best smelling tree. It takes a lot of time, effort, and swearing for Steve and Bucky to get it to the car and then to the living room. The decoration process is going for days, has everyone involved, and - even if Bucky will never admit it - enjoying it.

🎄Peter making the hugest presents list (with daily updates) that has everyone rolling their eyes and quickly becomes a meme. Bucky likes to go and read it for giggles like morning news "What's new on The List today?". No one, including Peter, expected Tony Santa to get every.single.thing from it. Except maybe a "real life Gizmo", but the plushie works. "Thanks fuck, we already have one gremlin here" Bucky mutters, earning a signature judging look from Steve.

Inspo for the list:

🎄Peter goes Christmas shopping with Bucky, to get presents for Tony and Steve. It ends up being the most stressful experience for Bucky, because a) what tf to get Steve; b) stores stores stores; c) people people - the kid talking too much - people; d) Peter decides it's a funny idea to get lost aka hide from him in a very crowded mall.

🎄Peter also goes Christmas shopping with Steve, to get more presents for Tony and presents for Bucky. This one goes surprisingly smooth, with both enjoying it. Bucky accuses Steve in bribing the kid with hot cocoa and a movie with popcorn in the mall's movie theater. But he can't prove anything.

🎄Peter gets a set of charcoal pencils for drawing, and Bucky teases him that he did, in fact, get coal for Christmas. Next morning he wakes up with a charcoal mustache.

🎄Mark and Dum-E get their own very special Santa hat (Mark), antlers (Dum-E), and Christmas bandanas (both). As well as wrapped toys and treats under the tree and in the stockings. Yes, they have their own personalized ones.

🎄Peter gets very inspired by Home Alone. Unfortunately for him, it's not the wet bandits but one of Tony's business partners who comes for a meeting and gets a bucket of chocolate poured over his head (and a very expensive peacoat) after opening the door. When Steve asks Bucky why he keeps chuckling the whole evening, he just genuinely says, "I'm just so glad it wasn't me"

🎄Tony cooks the whole Italian traditional Christmas Eve dinner and then spends half of the night wrapping the presents and trying to make them fit under the tree. So Christmas morning (Peter wakes him up at five) has him yawning, armed with a bucket-sized mug of coffee, but really happy.

🎄Bucky is included in the family Christmas card photoshoot. And no, he's not crying, he's just suddenly having allergies to this...sweater, yes, Steve, nothing else.

🎄Peter invents creative ways to swing mistletoe above Bucky and Steve's heads in all kinds of places. Clearly enjoying Steve blushing and Bucky grumbling

🎄Everyone's humming Christmas music without even realizing it because it's all they have on playlists the whole season.

Feel free to add your ideas please, I'll be super happy to see them🩷🥹✨️

[mishastiel]

Peter who acts like he's Tony's dad. Yes, Tony's much older but also much, much more irresponsible. Like, Peter'll look away for 5 seconds and Tony will have exploded a whole town and created a nuclear reaction. He's constantly checking on Tony to make sure he's not about to kill someone with what he thought would be a good idea. Silence is Peter's worse fear because that mean Tony's definitely plotting something. He has to constantly go and feed Tony because the older man often forgets or simply refuses to eat. Tony'll throw a temper tantrum because of some tabloid in public, and Peter's the one to calm him down while being extremely embarrassed.

[lovelystarkersworld]

i always think about Tony and Peter desperately trying to hide their relationship from the other Avengers, scared of how'll they'll react. The only one who actually knows, the only one they've told, is Rhodey because he confronted them after they'd only been together for a week--Tony could never hide anything from that man.

And it works for a while, no one really suspects why Tony always wanted to be the one going on missions with Peter or why he got so upset when Peter, someone with insane regeneration power, ends up hurt or why Tony seemed to always hold back too much when sparring with him. They just assumed the older man was being protective over Peter, they all were!

It wasn't until they arrived early from a day off. They should've expected something was up, Tony had given them his card and told them to 'have fun'. When they walk in, chatting loudly, they hear a moan coming from downstairs. They pause their movements, almost as if to test if they heard correctly and they did, soon after another loud moan is sounding.

And they honestly assumed Tony had brought someone home when they weren't paying attention until Peter is walking up the stairs from the lab with a dazed look in his eyes, hair a mess, lips puffy and red, and marks lining his neck. He stops in his tracks and looks at everyone with wide eyes, "H-how long have you guys been here?"

Steve is the first one to speak up, immediately asking Peter is he was okay or if Tony had put him up to this. He wouldn't hesitate to defend Peters honor. And then it's Natasha and Bruce, standing behind Steve in agreement--willing to all fight for the young boy. It wasn't in a malicious way, they cared for the older man, but they needed to make sure that the younger wasn't being taken advantage of.

And then Tony trails up the stairs, whistling away, and he's stopping in his tracks like everyone before him when he spots the scene in the main room. The Avengers basically surrounding Peter like a bunch of birds around food, all talking over one another until they noticed Tony's presence. Then everyone was staring at him, waiting for an explanation.

He would be fighting for his life, assuring them that it was Peter who pursued him! He didn't even want this to begin with! He had denied his feelings for months, years even just for Peter to lay it on thick and seduce him into bed where Tony couldn't hold back on his feelings anymore.

But it's not until Peter is vouching for him, clearing the older man's name from any nasty accusations that they all back off a little bit. Though they didn't let him off the hook that easily, making both of them sit down and explain how and more importantly when this began.

Then Rhodey walks in with a bowl of cereal and is just like, "You guys didn't figure it out immediately? They spend every minute together? Are always touching in one way or another?"

It only took about a week and a half before everyone is cooing at how happy Peter seemed to be around Tony and they quickly noticed how much the older man coddled him, loved him. He would buy him anything he would even glance at, kiss his cheek whenever he so pleased and it had everyone playfully gagging.

And when Tony gets down on one knee, it's in the middle of one of his parties with just his friends surrounding them. He had practiced his speech a billion times and was basically sweating through his suit. Everyone is cheering loudly, drunk off their minds from liquor. Even Steve was drunk, Thor had brought some more Asgardian alochol.

They are all so excited to see Tony and Peters love story blossom into something beautiful.

idk just thinking about protective avengers who become #1 starker fans

[st5rnchen]

How do I explain to people I got into Marvel only because I read a starker omegaverse fic for funsies? I knew they had more of a father-son relationship so I just kinda burst out laughing when I accidentally stumbled upon the fic.

I have seen like both the amazing spider-man movies but that’s it so I had no knowledge about the mcu. I returned a couple days later to ao3 in order to read more starker and decided to start watching mcu movies to have a better grasp of the characters.

[rainghosted]

This so them😩

You can't argue with me😌

[yanderejustforyou]

The Nightmares of Iron

Summary:

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft but urgent, as he reached out to shake Tony’s shoulder gently. "You’re safe. I’m here."

The night was unusually quiet at the Avengers Tower, the usual hum of activity stilled. Peter Parker had stayed late in the lab, tinkering with a few gadgets. He was trying to distract himself, but his mind kept drifting back to the same thought: Tony Stark.

Peter had always admired Tony, but lately, his feelings had transformed into something more intense. The more time he spent around the older man, the more he craved Tony's attention and approval. It was no longer just admiration; it was something deeper and more obsessive, and Peter struggled to control these emotions.

As Peter worked on a small project, a strange sound cut through the silence—Tony’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. "No... no, please... stop..." Tony’s words were low, pained, drifting through the walls from his private quarters. Peter’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he stood up from his workbench and moved toward Tony’s room. He hesitated for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice trembled slightly, the oppressive silence wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. “Tony? Are you alright in there?”

A muffled voice broke through the silence, louder this time and filled with desperation. "No... no, please... not again..."

A knot formed in Peter’s stomach, an uneasy blend of concern and a darker, more unsettling feeling that he couldn't quite identify. With a shaky breath, he pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. The sight that met him was disturbing, sending chills down his spine as he took in the scene before him.

Tony was thrashing in his bed, covered in sweat, his face twisted in pain. The blankets were tangled around him, and his body jerked as if trying to escape an unseen threat. His eyes were closed, but his expression was full of terror. He was trapped in a nightmare, reliving some horrific memory or vision.

“Tony,” Peter whispered, his voice trembling. He couldn’t bear to see the man like this—so vulnerable, so broken. The urge to comfort and protect him surged in Peter’s chest. He moved closer, sitting at the edge of Tony’s bed. 

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft yet urgent, as he gently shook Tony’s shoulder. "You’re safe. I’m here."

Tony's eyes shot open, wide with a raw panic that consumed him, his chest rising and falling with erratic, uneven breaths. The dim light of the room flickered as his gaze finally locked onto Peter, revealing a fleeting moment of recognition amidst the chaos. Yet, that recognition was overshadowed by a deep, haunting fear that reflected in his wide eyes.

“Peter?” His voice cracked under the weight of emotion, strained and desperate as he struggled to push himself upright. The terror etched on his features was palpable, but it was accompanied by something equally distressing—a profound, aching exhaustion that seemed to seep into his very bones.

Before Peter could muster a response or offer comfort, Tony's hand shot out with a fierce urgency, gripping Peter's wrist with an unexpected intensity. The tremor in his grip betrayed the depth of his panic. “Please… don’t let it happen again,” Tony pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, hoarse and filled with anguish. “I can’t—” He trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air between them, a weight that threatened to crush them both.

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest. The desperation in Tony’s voice, the way his hand gripped him, sent a thrill through Peter’s veins. He wasn’t sure if it was pity or something else that made him want to reach out and hold Tony—comfort him—but the intensity of it all consumed him.

“It’s okay,” Peter repeated, though his voice wavered. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Tony. I won’t leave.” Peter moved closer, his breath shaky, as he gently pried Tony’s hand off his wrist and took it in his own. The warmth of Tony’s skin sent a jolt through him. For a moment, he simply held Tony’s hand, unsure of what to do next. He could feel Tony’s pulse, fast and uneven, matching his own rapid heartbeat.

Tony leaned back against the headboard, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide and unblinking, but his gaze lingered on Peter, the fear still apparent. “I... I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay,” Tony admitted, his voice soft but strained. "The nightmares... they never stop."

Peter felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he noticed how much Tony seemed to depend on him, even if he didn't completely understand why. This moment of vulnerability was something Peter had longed for, even if he hadn’t realized it before. He wanted to be the one to save Tony—to be the one Tony relied on. He wanted to be the person who made everything right.

“I’ll be here for you,” Peter said softly, leaning forward to press his forehead against Tony’s. Their faces were so close that Peter could feel the warmth radiating from Tony’s skin. “I’ll always be here.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered, and for a moment, Peter thought he might pull away. But Tony didn’t. Instead, Tony’s fingers slowly traced the back of Peter’s hand, an unconscious motion that sent a shiver down Peter’s spine.

“You don’t have to do this, Peter,” Tony murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and something else—something that Peter couldn’t quite place. "You don't know what you're asking for." Peter’s lips twitched into a faint smile. His heart raced, and his thoughts felt clouded. All he wanted was to be close to Tony, to make him need him. To be more than just the kid who idolized him.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Tony,” Peter whispered, the words hanging in the air, heavy with meaning. He gently cupped Tony’s face in his hands, the touch lingering longer than necessary. “I’ll stay with you tonight, okay? No nightmares. Just us.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when they reopened, they held a softness and vulnerability that Peter had never witnessed before. The depth of emotion in Tony’s gaze made Peter’s heart tighten. As Tony leaned into Peter’s gentle touch, a shaky breath escaped his lips, filled with uncertainty. “Okay,” he whispered, the word hanging in the air, fragile and tentative, as if he were testing the weight of it.

Peter didn’t require Tony to offer reassurances. He didn’t need Tony to grasp the full magnitude of what he was feeling or the complexities of their situation. What he needed was for Tony to continue seeking him out, to lean on him like a sturdy pillar in a storm. As long as Tony relied on him, Peter would hold on tightly, ensuring that he was always there to catch him.

As Tony’s breathing slowly steadied, Peter remained at his side, never once considering leaving.

[spiderlinging]

Just thinkin' about how long Tony was keeping tabs on Spider-Man before Civil War.

How long did he watch the boy in utter fascination before digging deeper? How long did he monitor him through the recordings of strangers before he started to do his own surveillance? How long was he planning out each and every intricate detail in his suit?

How long did it take for him to realize how totally and utterly fucked he was after discovering the masked superhero was a teenage boy?

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but non power au of some how Peter's legs get shown. Either decided on shorts that day or spilt something and have that zip up cargo pants that he turned into shorts.

His legs has lots of bruises.

Tony asks him about it.

" Oh I dance on the weekends. Always get a little banged up when I learn a new routine"

Now Tony is panicing because what does Peter MEAN when he dances on the weekend. Is he a stripper? Is he in a dance troupe? Why hasn't he heard about this before. Is this like pg13 gogo dancing or is it nc17 adult only dancing? Just what has his college intern be up too outside of Stark Industries.

[starkercreamery]

Holidays with the Starks — ☕🎄🎀

Happy Holidays, everyone! ✨

[cyberdelph]

[starkerobsession]

The morning after the first night they sleep in the same bed, Peter being waken up to a murmured “good morning, beautiful boy” from Tony, a soft kiss on his temple and a whole tray of breakfast in bed complete with a rose. Peter stares up at Tony in lovestruck awe, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He doesn’t know what to say, all he knows is that he loves Tony more than anything and he feels like the luckiest person in the entire world right now. So he just holds onto Tony’s arm and snuggles up against him, smiling into the man’s sleeve. Tony can feel the happiness radiating off the boy and it melts his heart. He plants a kiss into Peter’s soft curls and neither of them has to say a word to express how perfect the moment is, because they both just feel it.

[starkerscoop]

Hi!! Au interviewer Peter and regular Tony, Peter has to interview Tony on stark industries projects and what not, all while Tony is just thinking about how hot Peter is, then at the end of the interview Peter asks about Tony’s love life for “the ladies wondering” and Tony is just so attracted to Peter, that he asks him on a date, and they go from there! *I really want you to just build off of this!* (I love your blog!!)

Hi! (Thank you so much!!!) I know you sent this a while ago, so I'm sorry for the delay, but here it is :)

also on ao3

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When Pepper mentioned that Tony hadn’t been to an interview in a while, he’d sighed and resigned himself to attending another invasive interrogation that made him want to jump from the roof of his own tower.

He never expected that an interview could change his life so drastically. For the better, even.

Tony had groaned and whined with the force of a toddler denied candy, refusing to leave his lab when the dreaded day came. It took Rhodey and Happy’s combined force for him to get to the interview on time and look presentable. Tony’s threats fell upon deaf ears, and there he sat, waiting for his interviewer with a mug of coffee warming his hands.

Someone entered the room, and Tony sighed quietly, his momentary peace disrupted.

A hand entered his line of vision, followed by a voice that said, “Hi! My name is Peter Parker. I’ll be interviewing you today.”

Tony grasped the soft hand to give it a polite shake and looked up from his coffee, his voice catching in his throat and stealing his words from his mouth. Warm chestnut eyes met his own and softened the longer Tony remained silent, slight unease creeping into them. Tony admired the rosy swell of his cheeks, the ruffled eyebrows that stubbornly reached for the sky, and the sharp jut of his jawline, so prominent that he ached to trace his fingers along the bone and see if it could cut.

This was easily the most gorgeous person Tony had ever laid eyes upon, and he’d done a lot of that in his time. One could say he was a bit of an expert.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked uncertainly.

Tony’s throat relaxed, releasing his voice into the air, which seemed to be increasingly warmer. “Everything is just fine.”

He gave Peter an obvious once-over, allowing the meaning behind his words to register in Peter’s brain, who flushed a deep red.

Peter graced him with a small smile that he was clearly trying to contain. It felt like a victory. Tony leaned back in his chair and relaxed. Suddenly, coming to this interview didn’t feel like the worst thing in the world.

“If you’re ready, we can get started with the interview,” Peter said, his face having returned to its usual color.

Tony grinned cheekily. “I was born ready.”

Peter alerted the crew that they were ready to film. When the cameras started rolling, he introduced himself and Tony to the viewers, all the while maintaining a smile that gave Tony chest pains. They got started with the questions.

“Which industry trends are you most excited about right now?” Peter asked. His hands were free of cards, his questions either memorized or made up on the spot.

Tony laughed, throwing his head back. “I don’t follow trends. I set them.”

“So, which of your trends are you hoping others will follow?” Peter questioned once his own laughter died down.

Tony steepled his hands. “I’m very big on clean energy. Everyone else may be behind on that, but if they could try to keep up with me, that would be great. We’ve only got one planet.”

Peter nodded in agreement. “What are some of the most important lessons you’ve learned throughout your career?”

“Don’t use your interns for coffee,” Tony joked. “Well, maybe sometimes. But that’s a lot of wasted potential.”

As Peter continued to pose his questions, Tony gave him his answers on autopilot. He’d been asked everything under the sun in all the interviews he’d gone to, and he had a response prepared for it all. Instead of putting thought into his responses, he allowed himself to get distracted by Peter, the way his hands waved about animatedly as he talked, and the gleaming curls Tony was tempted to tug at.

He wondered how soft they were. His fingers twitched, and he forced them still, gripping his mug tighter. Peter was too delicate for him, too easy to ruin, but something in Tony rebelled at the mere idea of staying away.

Tony turned back just in time to hear Peter say, “Now, on behalf of all the ladies wondering, I’d like to ask: is there a special someone in your life?”

“No,” Tony said simply, “but there can be.”

He gave Peter a suggestive look, leaving no room for doubt as to what he was implying.

“You don’t mean…” Peter trailed off, disbelieving.

Tony was caught off guard. How could Peter ever doubt his own beauty? It seemed impossible to Tony, who was all too aware of his own looks but even more so Peter’s.

“I do.”

Silence stretched on for an eternal moment, Tony’s heart pounding fiercely, the thunderous beats echoing in his ears.

“Let’s start with dinner first,” Peter said, flustered. “If that’s okay.”

Tony’s heartbeat eased. “That’s more than okay.”

-

Tony had picked the place. Of course he did. He always had impeccable taste, especially when it came to impressing someone. The restaurant was modern but intimate, with dim lighting that cast soft shadows over the sleek decor. Tony didn’t care much about the atmosphere—he was too focused on Peter, seated across from him, looking like something out of a dream.

They’d ordered drinks before Tony even realized he was staring at Peter again. His eyes traced the curve of Peter’s lips as he took a sip of his wine, the way his fingers gripped the stem of the glass so delicately. Tony’s mind wandered, his thoughts a mix of admiration and desire, and before he knew it, he was lost in the quiet space between their conversations, the comfortable tension.

Peter, meanwhile, was trying to hold it together. His palms were a little sweaty. Was it the nerves? Or maybe the fact that Tony Stark, the infamous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—had just asked him out on a date? He kept catching Tony’s eyes and finding it hard to look away. Tony was... well, Tony. He was sharp, confident, and clearly well aware of the effect he had on people. And yet, here he was, being kind, patient, and even a little soft.

“So,” Peter said, trying to steer his thoughts away from dangerous territory, “You’ve worked on some pretty crazy projects. I mean, who else can build an AI-powered suit of armor that’s practically invincible? What’s the next big leap for you?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You want to talk about the next big leap after I ask you to dinner?” He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping a little lower, more intimate. “That’s... that’s some pretty advanced multi-tasking, kid.”

Peter swallowed, feeling a warmth spread over his face. “I—uh, well... just... curious, I guess?”

Tony laughed, the sound like music in Peter’s ears. “That’s what I like about you, Parker. Always curious.” He took another sip of his wine, eyes lingering on Peter. “The next big thing? Well, you’re looking at it.” He gestured to the two of them with a quick flick of his hand. “Right here. Right now.”

Peter blinked, unsure if he’d heard him correctly.

Tony’s smirk was playful, but there was an undeniable sincerity in his eyes. “I don’t make moves on just anyone, you know. But you? You’re something else.”

Peter’s chest tightened with a mix of excitement and anxiety. “I’m not... I’m not sure I deserve all this attention.”

Tony leaned in even closer, making Peter's heart race. “Let me make it clear, Peter. You’re the only one I’ve been thinking about all night.”

Peter could barely process the words as they hit him. He was pretty sure his brain had stopped working entirely. “You really mean that?”

Tony’s smile softened. “I do.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared moment filling the space between them. Peter’s thoughts began to spiral again, and he reached for his water, taking a long sip just to give himself something to do with his hands. When he lowered the glass, his eyes met Tony’s again. There was no more hiding it now.

“Tony,” Peter said, almost shy, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Tony’s voice was light, but there was a knowing glint in his eyes.

“What... what if we did this again? Not just dinner. Maybe... something more?” Peter’s voice trailed off, unsure if he was being too forward.

Tony leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. “You mean a date?” he asked, teasing, though the warmth in his voice was unmistakable.

Peter nodded, his heart hammering in his chest.

Tony leaned in, lightly brushing his fingers against Peter’s hand, his touch sending a spark through Peter’s body. “You’re in for one hell of a ride, kid.”