#Ler!Tony

[quillsandtypos]

The Light of Laughter

Words: 7.7 k

Pairings: none, this is a platonic/familial fic

Characters: Lee!Peter, Ler!Tony, Ler!Bucky, Lee!Wanda, Ler!Steve,

Warnings: a lot of tickling and some older brother/mentor tickling so if that’s not your thing please feel free to sit this one out

Author’s note: This is a squealing Santa fic for the lovely @inneedofsupervision I’m so sorry your gift is late but I hope I make up for the wait. I also wanted to give a massive thanks to @squealing-santa for running this event and for graciously helping me with the deadline.

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The bell rang, sending chairs scuffing across the floor as students pushed their way out of the classroom. Kids pushed past him, knocking shoulders with him in the chaos as Peter waded to the back of the room.

“You don’t have to wait for me, ya know?” Ned said, roughly shoving his stuff in his folders.

Peter’s brows furrowed. He took one look at the mess on Ned’s desk and started helping him pack his things up. “Yes, I do. I’m the reason we got separated in this class, and we always walk out together.”

Ned brushed off his help, but continued shoving things away. “Aww thanks Peter.” He picked up a notebook paper that had floated down to the floor somehow. “You'd make such a good girlfriend,” he said, then frozen with the paper still between his fingers.

Peter gently pried it from his hands, sliding it into his backpack, sensing that all of the tests were starting to get to him. “Was that what you meant to say?”

Ned finally dethawed, going back to the task at hand. “We’re not acknowledging it.”

Peter chortled, fighting back a comment about the blush on his face. “Yes we are.”

Ned pointed a finger at him. “Not if you still want your christmas present.”

Peter mimicked zipping his lips, not wanting to risk losing his gift. He didn’t have to use his spidey senses to guess what it was. Ned had been dropping quote unquote hints to him about his present all week, and Peter had figured out it was legos by Wednesday.

He filed the last of Ned’s papers away, which was less of putting papers in folders, and mostly a lot of shoving. Peter didn’t even know how he managed to collect this many papers in the first place.

“You aren’t going to be able to find any of your papers when we come back from break,” Peter remarked, picking up a broken folder that was nearly split in half with all the papers inside of it.

Ned shrugged. “I’ll just throw out anything I don’t need when January comes.”

“Then get a new folder for the semester so you can break it by summer?” Peter asked, fighting back a grin. He knew he was pushing his luck with his christmas gift on the line, but Peter had a gift for him as well, and he wasn’t afraid to bargain his way back into Ned’s good graces.

“Exactly,” Ned nodded. “See, I’m glad you get it.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“By Mr. Smith!” Peter called, waving to his teacher as they walked out the door.

“Bye boys, stay safe over break. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He said, closing the door on them on their way out.

The hallways were a mess of hustle and bustle, everyone eager to escape the building as fast as possible. With the thought of finals erased from their minds, and their warm beds waiting for them at home to catch up on some overdue sleep, no one was wasting another minute in that dreadful building.

Peter tapped the top of the frame as Ned and him pushed through the doors, letting the cold New York winter air blow into the hallways, sending Christmas lights fluttering in the breeze.

“My gift?” Peter asked, once they were outside and away from the entrance.

“I want mine first,” Ned said.

Peter cocked his head at him, a coy smile playing at his lips. “How’d you know I bought you one?”

Ned deadpanned. “Oh come on Peter, we do the same thing every year. We give each other gifts on the last day of school before break.”

Peter dropped the act. “Fine.”

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small box covered messily in red candy cane wrapping. As he handed it to Ned he realized he’d missed a spot, and he hoped he didn’t notice.

Luckily, Ned tore it open as fast as he always did, barely noticing the wrapping before he immediately threw it away.

“Do you know what it is?” Peter asked, as Ned continued staring at it without saying anything.

Ned’s brows furrowed. “I don’t think so.”

Peter tapped on the clear box. “It’s a Palladium core I encased in resin.”

Ned’s eyes went wide. “No, it’s not-” he trailed off, but Peter nodded.

“Look at the front of it.”

Ned flipped it around and gasped, holding a hand to his mouth. “You got it signed by him?”

Peter smiled. “Yup. This is one of the ones that was inside him,” Peter stopped, holding up a finger. “Wait, not like that.”

Ned grabbed him by the shoulders. “Who cares! Peter! This is the best gift ever!”

Peter grinned even wider as his friend shook him rather aggressively, the zippers on his backpack clanging with the movement. It really hadn’t been that difficult to come by, Tony had just had to replace his, and when Peter asked about it, Tony had happily complied.

He thought it was a little weird at first, but he had just said, “kids these days” then scoffed and walked off, leaving Peter with the core.

Ned stopped shaking him, a frown overtaking his face. “Aww, but all I got you was legos.”

Peter’s face lit up at the mention. “No, are you kidding me? I’m about to get a bunch of sciency stuff from the avengers, all I want are some legos.”

“Alright, fine,” Ned groaned, handing him a bright gift bag.

Peter took it and ripped all of the tissue paper out of the bag. “Yes!” he cheered. “All I needed was the hulk to complete my set.”

Ned raised a brow. “Do the avengers ever find it weird that you collect lego figurines of them?”

Peter felt his cheeks warm. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never told them.”

“Heard,” Ned nodded.

“Alright, see you in a few days?” Ned asked, bumping his fist against his.

Peter finished the handshake. “Yep, I’ll see you then.”

Usually the two would walk home on the last day, but this year was different. As the snow began to lightly fall over the city, Peter was headed towards the avengers tower for a few days.

Aunt May had won some sort of radio contest back in November to go on a Christmas cruise for five days. She was overjoyed, until she found out she had only been given a ticket for one person. The last thing she wanted to do was leave him alone for Christmas, stating that she would rather work double shifts at the community center for two weeks than ever even think about leaving him by himself in New York. Peter was grateful she didn’t know about his nightly patrols, fearful that she might very well have a heart attack, but he needed to come up with some way to convince her to go anyway. Peter knew she needed a break, but after almost a month of trying to reassure her he’d be fine, even he was starting to run out of ways to convince her.

Peter was ranting about it to Tony one day in the lab, and he’d offered him up a solution on a silver platter.

Apparently, as long as he was staying with the Earth’s mightiest heroes, May was willing to let him stay in New York without her. He’d still had to assure her a dozen times that he would be fine with her leaving him on christmas, but they’d managed to pull it off. Just before school that day, she’d left for the airport with her bags. She’d placed a kiss on his cheek, told him to have fun, and to text lots of pictures. She added on as she stood in the doorframe, that she wanted him to be good for Tony. Peter fought the urge to laugh, considering it would be more fitting if she told Tony to behave himself.

He’d heard rumors of Tony Stark’s infamous Christmas parties, and had been fighting the urge to ask him if he’d be invited for the last week.

The walk passed by faster than it usually did, his mind buzzing with thoughts of what he could get up to for the next five days. As he approached the tower, he looked up at the full height of it. The A was already accumulating a fair amount of snow on top of it as the gray skies above it seemed to swirl around the building.

Peter heaved in a breath before he rang the doorbell. There would be more heroes in the tower than he was used to for the next few days. Tony was inviting all kinds of people from all corners of the universe for the week. He’d already met so many of his heroes, and now he had the potential to interact with even more.He’d tried to tease it out of Tony, but he’d only held a finger to his lips and told him he’d find out eventually. However, here Peter was, and the day was finally here.

At last, he gathered up the courage to actually ring the bell, and he listened intently to the sound echoing through the first few levels of the tower.

It was always a mystery who would open the door for him at the Avengers tower. More often than not, it was Happy or Pepper, but occasionally he would get one of the other’s.

Today, he was surprised to be met with no one. The door unlocked on its own, and it just swung open, seemingly on a stray breeze. Peter walked in cautiously, his footsteps light, but nothing seemed glaringly wrong except for the mysterious door. He quietly hung his bag on the hanger Tony had drilled into the wall, and began tip toeing into the living room.

He turned the corner, peeking out from behind the door frame when he spotted Wanda, and another woman he didn’t recognize.

“Oh, hi Peter!” Wanda called. “The other’s are upstairs in various places.”

“Oh, thanks for letting me in,” he said, staying a distance away from them. They seemed to be in the middle of something before he walked in, the other person on the couch blushing furiously.

Wanda stood, placing her glass of wine on the table beside her. “Oh, I almost forgot, Spider-man this is Tele, Tele this Spider-man.” Wanda turned back to Tele. “Or I guess I should specify, this is our world's Spider-man. God, that’s going to get difficult when everyone gets here.”

At Wanda’s words, Peter’s memory came flooding back to him. “Ohhh, your Peter three’s friend.”

They nodded. “Well it’s nice to officially meet you, but Tony said I should meet him up in the lab when I get here, so I should probably go.”

“Go,” Wanda waved. “We’ll have plenty of time to catch up in the next couple days.”

Peter hoped she was right, he’d been wondering if she’d be in the tower just yet. He had heard she’d been sent on a mission with Tele, Peter three, and Natasha, and he had a lot of questions for her. The occupants of the tower didn’t always notice it, but they had a tendency of telling him things he shouldn’t necessarily know. Not that Peter was complaining, but it was funny how all of their spy training and stoic personalities all softened when they were comfortable around each other.

Peter stepped into one of the elevators and pressed the twelfth floor. It smoothly rode up the line to his floor and when the doors opened, his eyes widened at the winter wonderland in front of him.

It was like he was stepping into santa’s workshop. The billionaire had strung up garland anywhere he could without making it a fire hazard, and there were so many fairy lights strung from the ceiling that the brightness replaced the glow of the regular lab lights.

Peter walked around, taking it all in.

Stockings hung from each large piece of equipment, their names listed on each of them in glitter glue that looked like Morgan had helped. The green and red iron man suit was on display in the middle of the lab, and each of the center poles in the room were wrapped to look like candy canes.

“You like it?” Tony called from the back, his voice echoing a little with all the metal in the room.

Peter spun around, trying to observe all of it in as big of a quantity as he could. “LIke it? I think Santa Claus threw up in here.”

“That better be a compliment Parker, you know I’m not afraid to flip you to the naughty list and take away your presents.” Peter laughed, hearing the teasing in his tone. It was always a challenge when he arrived in the lab to find Tony. Some days he thought the man was purposely making a game of it, but today he found him behind a few monitors with ease.

Peter looked at the screen, leaning over Tony’s desk to look at what he’d been working on. “Funny, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”

“Well, maybe that means you deserve it,” Tony said, tweaking his ribs.

“Hey!” Peter squeaked, puberty immediately leaving his voice.

“Hey is for horses, what’s it doing in your mouth?” Tony remarked without taking his eyes off of the monitor. Peter backed up, making sure to keep his arms close to his sides.

“What’d you call me up for? What are we working on today?” he asked eagerly.

Tony spun around towards him, looking up at him. “You, my sticky friend, are not working on anything for the next five days.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter groaned. He could work on so many upgrades with all the time he was going to have in the tower. With no school, and no Aunt May, he had nothing stopping him.

Tony held his hands up. “No, I don’t want to hear a whining. I signed on to house a sixteen year old for a few days, not a five year old.”

Peter wanted to say that he was not acting like a five year old, but he feared that would only prove Tony’s point. However, he had never had such an ideal time to work, and he couldn’t give up on the idea that easily. “But I have so many new ideas for my suit.”

“Nope,” Tony said, dramatically popping the ‘p’. “You, my friend, are going to take a few days off, and so am I. There are people being put in place to keep an eye here on earth, and none of those people are you and me.”

“What was the point in decorating the lab then?” Peter asked.

Tony looked at him like the answer to his question was quite obvious, and Peter was reminded of how truly dramatic his mentor was.

Tony patted his back, getting to his feet. “Consider it me paying you back for that time I let you go to space.”

Peter furrowed his brows. “But you didn’t let me? I went without asking.”

Tony slowly turned to him. He stared at Peter for a moment before he started rapidly jabbing his hands into Peter’s midsection wherever he could manage. “Is this really a point you’d like to be arguing five days before Christmas, Parker?”

Peter boyishly giggled as he jumped out of the way. He should’ve known better than to nitpick Tony when he was telling a story. “Noho!”

Tony only followed the teenager, wrapping an arm around him and fluttering his fingers on his neck. “Are you sure?” he teased.

“Yes,” Peter laughed. He lightly pushed him away, taking care to not use too much of his strength considering Tony didn’t even have a suit on.

“Alright, spiderling, I believe you for now. So, are we clear about the rules with lab time?”

Peter couldn’t hide his disappointment, but he shook his head in agreement. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“Okay, just a couple other ground rules, and then I’ll let you go.” He clapped his hands together. “We just discussed number one, so you already know no lab time for the next five days, I want you to have some time off. Rule number two, no patrols either, it goes under the time off clause.” Peter groaned, but Tony continued on.

“Rule number three, you have to help Morgan, Pepper, and I wrap gifts because I bought too many gifts for everyone. Rule number four, you need to send your Aunt May an update at least once a day-” Peter started to protest, but Tony held a hand up.

“Ah-ah those are the rules I agreed to for taking you on. If you don’t follow them your Aunt will have my head and yours.”

Peter held his hands up. “I was gonna say that it shouldn’t be a problem because I've already texted her twice today, but okay.”

“Sure you were,” Tony chortled.

“I was!” Peter scoffed.

Tony pushed his reading glasses up on his head. “Well aren’t you nyc’s little golden boy.”

Peter paused, uncertain what to do with the comment. Luckily, Tony moved on from most things pretty quickly.

“Okay, rule number 5, no more calling me Mr. Stark. You are quite literally spending Christmas with me, don’t make it weird. Number six, no shenanigans?”

Peter cocked a brow, and Tony shrugged. “What qualifies as a shenanigan?”

He pointed a finger at him. “Don’t play dumb with me kid.”

Peter gawked at him. “I’m not, what does that mean?”

“Well I don’t want to give you an example, that’ll just give you ideas.”

Peter threw his hands up, and Tony’s facade cracked a little, no longer able to bite down on his smile. “I’m messing with you web slinger, you know I support mischief.”

He pointed a finger at Peter. “Just don’t tell Loki I said that.”

“You have my word, Mr. Stark.”

Tony glared at him and Peter took a preemptive step back. “Sorry, Tony. It’ll take a little getting used to.”

Tony began walking out of the lab, and Peter followed. When Tony came to a sudden stop, so did Peter. “Oh, also, you can come to the Christmas party, but you can’t drink.”

“Oh, come on,” Peter protested.

Tony sighed. “Alright, fine, you can have a singular drink.” Peter began uttering his thanks, and telling him about how responsible he will be, but Tony shushed him. “We’ll pretend we’re in Europe to ease my conscience. You have to promise me you won’t tell your aunt though.”

“I promise,” he agreed, eyes shining. He honestly hadn’t expected to be invited to the christmas party, let alone allowed to drink, and he wouldn’t do anything to make Tony regret it.

“Alright, good,” Tony patted him on the back. “Now be a proper teenager and go bother people or hide in your room, your pick.”

Peter laughed good naturedly, knowing Tony didn’t truly mean it. Or at least, he was fairly sure.

Tony snapped his fingers. “Oh, also if you could bother resident broody and the star spangled banner, that would be the best present you could give me. Truly priceless.”

Peter smiled, heading up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I think I can manage that.”

Tony gave him a thumbs up and they went their separate ways. Peter was surprised he hadn’t received a lecture on gift giving, specifically, on how he should have a lack of it. Last year he had gotten Tony a singular gift for the holidays, just a simple frame of the photo of the two of them, and Tony had given him a gift for ten weeks straight to prove a point. Apparently, billionaires didn’t appreciate teenagers with limited funds using their money on them.

Peter unlocked the door to his room, and jumped on top of his soft duvet. His body went limp, the mattress soaking up every bit of his exhaustion. He sighed contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut. He would just lay here for a little bit, and then he would wander around the tower and visit with everyone else.

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Peter woke up bleary eyed and still in his clothes from the day before. He rolled, trying to find where his clock was, and realized there was no more bed underneath him. His stomach lurched as his hands scrambled for purchase. He grabbed his sheets, which slowed his fall. He sighed in relief, still half delirious. He stayed there for a second, still trying to figure out what had happened when the sheets lost their hold.

He landed with a thunk and groaned in pain. Apparently, his spidey senses weren’t awake either. He wiped at his eyes, trying to make sense of everything.

He looked up at the clock on his nightstand and had to rub his eyes and read it again to make sure he was seeing correctly. Peter had woken up at nine am the next day.

He wrestled himself out of his sheets and threw them back on the bed. He cursed his teenage body mixed with a spider bite for needing so much sleep. He had probably already missed so many new arrivals while he was sleeping.

As he pulled out some clothes from his dresser, he realized there were decorations all over his room too. He must not have noticed it when he’d walked in yesterday, but someone had done up his room as well. Garland hung from each of his furniture pieces like icicles from the edge of a house, his rug had been changed out to a fluffy red and green one, and he even had some festive attire that someone had thrown in with the rest of his regular clothes.

He opted to forgo the red and green in terms of clothing for the time being. He was already likely going to be the youngest in every room, and he didn’t need everyone looking at him like a child because he was wearing an elf onesie. Besides, that would only bring more attention to him while he was trying to learn about all of the new people.

He quickly showered and threw on his clothes, absentmindedly pushed his hair back and headed out the door.

He ran down the steps at full speed towards the kitchen as his stomach growled. He couldn’t believe he’d slept so late, he’d make sure to set an alarm tomorrow. It was so stupid of him to sleep for so long.

A door clicked open in front of him, and he stopped just a few inches from where his nose would’ve collided with it.

“Little spider,” Natasha laughed, seeing him as the door shut. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

She continued walking, so Peter followed. “I accidentally fell asleep yesterday afternoon when I got home from school, and I just woke up.”

“Oh trust me, you didn’t miss much.” Natasha waved a hand. “The only person in the tower who doesn’t live here went to bed early, Steve and Bucky went on our last grocery trip till after the holidays, and Wanda made a few pie crusts.”

“I know, but-” Peter started, then stopped himself. Natasha had said he didn’t miss much, but she had been a part of this family for longer than he had. He had never spent a Christmas with the Avengers before, and it all felt so new and exciting to him. This was all old business to Natasha, she’d probably find him quite silly.

“What?” she asked, slowing down.

Peter stopped at the next landing to face her. “No, it’s probably dumb. Nevermind.”

“I’m sure it’s not dumb, come on, tell me. Or if it is dumb, then I will forget I heard anything.”

Peter’s lips twitched. “It’s just.” He sighed, but then decided he’d go for it anyway. “I’ve never been here during the holidays, and I just don’t want to miss any of it. I want to soak it all up, ya know?”

He scratched at the top of his head, but then abruptly put his hand back down, thinking the movement looked weird.

Natasha leaned against the stair railing. “Peter,” she smiled. “I was once new to this team too. I know the feeling of wanting to soak up every moment with this family. But trust me, they aren’t going anywhere, and neither are you.”

Peter smacked himself in the forehead. It had only occurred to him till after Natasha said it but it seemed obvious now. He should’ve known that she would understand. It was so silly of him to think he was the only one who had ever felt like this. Still, he knew Natasha wouldn’t take well to him opening the holiday with apologizing to her, so he moved on. “I know that, it just doesn’t feel like it.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “And that’s okay too. It took me a long time to get used to it.” She laughed. “Sometimes I think I’m still getting used to it. But remember, this is a marathon, not a sprint. You’re here for five whole days, don’t run yourself ragged trying to do everything.”

Peter blew a breath out, feeling a little less high strung. “Thanks Natasha.”

She squeezed his arm. “Anytime little spider.”

“Does that mean I can call you big spider?” Peter asked, now following her down the stairs.

She shook her head, chuckling. “I guess so. Just don’t ever say it in front of Clint, or I may have to kill you.”

“Noted.” Peter nodded even though she wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t certain he would ever be brave enough to call her that to her face, but he saved it away just in case he needed it.

He entered the kitchen, counting four bodies occupying the space, and all sorts of delicious smells wafting around the area.

Natasha leaned in beside him, whispering. “Like I said, pace yourself.”

She walked off, continuing down the steps, and leaving Peter in the chaos. He stood completely still for a moment, unsure of what to do. It almost seemed like they were doing some sort of dance. Pots and pans flew above heads, spoons were passed back and forth, footsteps were carefully made around each other like they had choreographed it all in advance. Peter was worried that if he stepped in, he might throw them off rhythm.

His stomach growled angrily, reminding him that while his bite also made him able to sleep longer, it also meant he needed to eat much more.

“Guys, can I cut into the kitchen to get breakfast?” Peter yelled over simmering liquids and frying meats.

Wanda was the first to turn towards him. “Oh, morning Peter. Can I grab something for you?” She looked at the chaos surrounding her with wide eyes. “I think that would be easier at this point.”

“Yes please, if you could hand me the poptarts, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Oh, do try the new chocolate flavored ones we got spiderling,” Thor said, turning around, whisk in hand. “They are quite delicious.”

“Yeah, I’ll have those if we’ve got ‘em.” Peter nodded. “Please,” he added on quickly.

Wanda flicked her fingers, and the pop tart box flew out of the cabinet. Peter was about to ask how she managed to direct her power so casually without hitting anyone, but then he realized the box was already in his hand.

“Hey, wait, we don’t just hand out food for free,” Bucky scoffed. “I thought we agreed the kitchen was a no touch zone when there were chefs in it.”

“Bucky, you’re making brownies. Calm down, you aren’t cooking up world peace,” Sam called out from the other side of the kitchen.

Bucky pointed a dirty spatula at him with such aggression that Peter let out a laugh. “That’s what you think, but for all you know, the moment you taste these all your problems could be cured.”

“Not unless your attitude disappears,” Sam guffawed.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Wanda, are you going to let this happen?”

Wanda looked about near her breaking point. “If by this you mean letting the boy eat his breakfast, then yes I do.”

Bucky groaned, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder who the teenager in the room was. “Can we at least make him help us?”

Wanda leaned against the counter, her hands on her hips. “Peter, I am currently dealing with actual children, so would you mind helping Bucky with the brownies when you’re done eating your breakfast? Steve was supposed to help him, but now none of us know where he’s got to.”

Peter nodded, shoving a poptart in his mouth. “Of course, I don’t mind helping.”

Wanda smiled fondly at him. “Thank you.” She covered the side of her mouth like it would prevent the others from hearing her as she fake whispered. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

The others protested, but she paid them no mind as she went back to her food. Peter took a few more minutes eating his fill in pop tarts until he joined Bucky in the kitchen. The sounds of automatic whisks, squeezing bottles, and bowls clanking against one another filled his ears.

“Alright, have you ever made brownies before?” Bucky asked, quite seriously.

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, who hasn’t? They come in a box.”

Bucky rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes. “Homemade brownies Peter. Come on, who do you think I am?”

Peter held his hands up innocently. “Wasn’t trying to take away your brownie points.”

Bucky raised a brow. “Was that a pun?”

Peter tensed. “Maybe?”

He could tell Bucky was desperately trying to bite back a smile, and Peter snickered. “Alright, well, homemade brownies are a much more highly involved process.”

“Okay, so what do we need?” Peter asked, pushing his sleeves up to wash his hands.

Bucky listed off the ingredients and Peter rummaged around the kitchen to find them. However, even after five minutes of looking in the fridge, Peter couldn’t find the eggs.

He poked his head out of the fridge. “Guys, I think we’re out of eggs.”

He looked over to see Thor grimacing. “My apologies, between my breakfast this morning, and clarifying the mead, I think I used the last of them.”

Peter brushed him off, now opening the freezer. “That’s fine, we can just use applesauce.”

“No, we cannot!” Bucky protested. “It calls for eggs.”

Sam leaned around Wanda to look at them. “Barnes, have you never heard of a substitute?”

“No, you have to do the recipe exactly as it says, otherwise it won’t turn out.”

Wanda made cuckoo signs around his head, and Bucky whipped around. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Wanda chirped, going back to whisking. She shot a wink at Peter and it took nearly all of his laughter to not burst out laughing.

Bucky threw his hands up. “What? I’m serious, you should never substitute things. It won’t turn out the same.”

Peter cocked a brow. “Didn’t you grow up during the depression?”

“Are you calling me old?” Bucky asked, his voice lilting.

Peter’s eyes went wide. “No! I mean, wouldn’t it have been common for you to have to substitute things?”

“Yes, which is why it’s not good!” Bucky nearly yelled.

Wanda stirred her soup. “My family had to substitute things all the time, and we were fine.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “And you’re telling me all of them tasted the same?”

Wanda nodded patiently. “Yes, you just have to know what you’re doing.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Are you saying I don’t know what I’m doing?”

Wanda shrugged. “I mean, you didn’t even know that you should substitute applesauce for eggs. That’s pretty obvious, wouldn’t you agree Peter?”

Peter nodded, knowing better than to be on the opposing team of Wanda, and Tony’s earlier words playing in his mind. Bucky flicked him in the arm. “Ow,” Peter winced.

Wanda continued adding things to her soup as she spoke to Bucky. “It seems to me that this is more of a skill issue.”

Bucky sighed. “Wanda,” he said, his tone warning. Peter kept his eyes on both of them, sensing the rising tension and wondering where it would go.

“What?” she asked innocently, her eyes widened. “I think you might just be bad at baking, it’s alright, not everyone can be good at it.”

“Maximoff, I swear,” he started.

“Barnes, don’t swear in front of the kid!” she gasped, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Yeah!” Peter agreed indignantly.

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “He’s sixteen, he curses all the time.”

Wanda propped a hand up on her hip. “Peter, cover your ears, don’t listen to the man with the potty mouth.”

Peter followed her lead, putting his hands up on his head. “Yeah, Bucky, how dare you accuse me of such things!”

Bucky looked done with both of them. “Peter, you say shit about seventy times every time you’re in the lab.”

“How dare you! Peter would never do that!” Wanda said, looking like she was about to burst with how much laughter she was holding back.

“You know what Maximoff?” he said, his lip twitching.

She took a step closer. “What?” she asked, raising her brows. Peter backed up, having the innate sensation that one of them was going to snap and it wasn’t going to go well.

They were both perfectly still for a moment, and then Bucky struck. He grabbed her by the stomach with his metal arm, too quick for her to use her magic against him, and began scratching at her sides.

“Bucky,” she squealed, her legs kicking out at him and continually missing.

Peter did his best to fade into the shadows, suddenly forgetting his alliance. He knew how quickly the tables could turn, and how ruthless Bucky could be. Wanda hit out at his metal arm, her magic getting lost in between her laughter. “Are you going to stop giving me a hard time?” he asked.

“Nohoho,” she giggled, twitching all over the place as his fingers darted across her skin.

“Peter!” Wanda yelped. “Help me!”

Peter hesitated for a moment, but decided it would be in his best interest to keep the scarlet witch on his side.

With a quiet, “thwip!”, he webbed Bucky’s metal arm, pulling it behind his back to give Wanda an escape.

She fell to the floor in a heap of laughter, and Bucky let her go, not bothering to continue torturing her.

Peter was surprised he didn’t put up more of a fight, until he realized Bucky was slowly turning towards him.

“Wait,” Peter said, holding his hands in front of him. He had just poked a sleeping bear.

“Did you just web me?” Bucky asked, watching Peter out of the corner of his eye.

Peter could feel Thor behind him, and Sam watching the whole thing in interest now. All of his senses were suddenly alert, like he was about to go into battle. What all of his systems were currently telling him was that he needed to run, and quickly.

Without answering Bucky’s question, he leapt over the kitchen counter, sprinting towards the steps.

“Oh no you don’t, you pest,” he heard Bucky call after him.

Peter ran full force through the living room, thinking that if he could just make it to the steps and get the door shut behind him, then maybe he could make his escape.

He was a few steps away, just only a few more seconds and he would be free. His hand reached for the door, and he pushed it open. He got a foot in the door when a familiar cold arm wrapped around his middle.

“No!” Peter yelled, grabbing a hold of the door frame. He attempted to pull himself forward, but Bucky merely spidered his fingers in Peter’s armpits and he immediately lost his grip, his arms shooting down to protect himself.

Bucky threw him over his shoulder with an ease that Peter wasn’t used to.

“That’s not fair,” he protested. He tried to wiggle out of Bucky’s arms, but there was no give.

“No, what’s not fair is that you all get to act like little shits, and annoy me without any repercussions,” Bucky said, walking towards the couch.

Peter began to panic, squirming around like a bug caught in a web. He knew the moment that Bucky had him pinned he was done for.

“Bucky! Wait! We promise we won’t bother you anymore!” Peter said as a last ditch effort.

“You promise?” Bucky asked, standing directly over the couch.

“Promise.” Peter said, earnestly.

Bucky paused, beginning to set Peter down. Peter blew out a sigh of relief, then, Bucky reversed his direction and threw Peter forward onto the couch. “Too bad, I want my fun now.”

He jumped on top of him, pinning his arms above his head, and sitting on his thighs.

“Bucky, Bucky, wait!”” Peter called, nervous giggles already leaking out of him.

“Wait for what?” Bucky asked, his metal arm hovering over Peter’s stomach.

“Wanda, hELP!” Peter squealed, but was cut off as Bucky’s hand began fluttering everywhere he could reach.

“Just because you can’t bake, doesn’t mean you need to take it out on the rest of us!” Peter giggled.

“You know, I was going to take it easy on you since you just finished finals, but nevermind,” Bucky huffed. He began squeezing Peter’s ribs, softly brushing his thumb into each one.

“I take it back!” Peter wheezed, descending into frenzied cackles. It was a cruel move, targeting his ribs like that. It always sent Peter reeling, his body not knowing what to do with all of the sensations his skin was taking in, and Bucky was especially good at making him shriek.

“Oh, do you now?” Bucky teased, a terrifying smirk on his face.

“Yes!” Peter tugged at his arms in vain. It was no use, with Bucky at his full strength, and Peter weakened by his laughter, he couldn’t overpower him very easily. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

“Wanda save me!” he yelled, deciding it was in his best interest to rely on someone else’s power.

Peter faintly heard the sound of a door clicking open and prayed it was Tony. He also had a tendency of tickling him, but at least maybe he would accidentally distract Bucky long enough that he could escape.

To his horror though, the worst possible person had shown up. “What’d he do this time, Buck?” Steve asked, sounding unsurprised.

“Be a little shit like usual,” Bucky shrugged.

Steve came out of his peripheral vision, and walked in front of him, briefly wiggling his fingers over his socked feet. “STEVE!” Peter yelled, kicking out as much as he could with Bucky’s weight on his legs.

“Wow, I always forget how ticklish you are,” Steve tutted, removing his hand.

“Not helping!”

Bucky tasered his sides with his fingers. “He’s not trying to, he’s on my side unlike you other assholes.”

“Wanda!” Peter tried again, sensing the team up that was about to happen.

Bucky looked up at Steve, not stopping his attack on Peter while he did. “Oh yeah, Steve, would you mind going to deal with the red head over there?”

“What did she do?” Steve asked as if there wasn’t a teenager dying of laughter right beside them.

Bucky gestured down towards him, and Peter’s face lit up red. Something about being destroyed by laughter while they held a casual conversation made the sensations so much worse. “Same as Peter.”

Steve nodded. “Ah, I see.” He began walking towards her, and though Peter knew it would only further nail his coffin shut, he yelled over at her.

“Wanda save yourself!”

Bucky cocked his head, momentarily pausing. “You really don’t give up do you?”

Peter shook his head. “Friendly neighborhood spiderman.” He smiled sheepishly.

Bucky positioned his hands atop Peter’s ribs. “Well spiderman, you are far too ticklish to be this risky.”

Peter shrugged, his eyes alight with mirth. “At least I can bake.”

Bucky deadpanned, his fingers wrapping around the backs of Peter’s ribcage. “Okay, now you’re just asking for it.”

Bucky attacked, and Peter immediately fell back into his laughter. Loud cackles burst from his mouth as Bucky squeezed higher up on his ribs.

“Peter, oh my god, stay still, I’m trying to count all of your ribs.”

“Nohoh!” Peter squealed, having played this game with Tony too many times.

“Well now we’re going to have to start all over again,” Bucky huffed, squeezing each rib from the bottom to the top. Peter was going berserk, having one of his worst spots targeted for so long. He briefly opened his eyes and saw Wanda being thrown on the couch next to him. Steve didn’t give her a chance to escape and went straight for her neck.

He screeched as Bucky reached the tops of his ribs again, praying he wouldn’t start the process all over again. However, it was only when he felt Bucky’s fingers climbing higher still that he began to panic.

“Bucky, don’t you dare!”

Bucky paused for a moment, and Peter heaved in deep breaths while he was still able to. “Oh.” Bucky leaned in, smirking in a way that Peter knew that no amount of pleading would convince him to move anywhere else.

“I dare,” he hissed, then jammed his fingers into Peter’s armpits. Peter didn’t make any noise for a moment. He dug his heels into the couch, trying to find the leverage to throw Bucky off of him, he twisted around from side to side, trying to dislodge Bucky’s fingers. He would almost get adjusted to one side, then Bucky would start tickling his other armpit. However, his body was only able to contain the noise so long, and he burst into a scream.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Peter panickedly squeaked.

Bucky turned towards the other couch. “See, Wanda? I told you he curses.”

Peter could just barely hear her screams of laughter above his own, but he could’ve sworn she told him to shut up.

“Now,” Bucky said, turning his attention back to him. “If we can just manage to convince you I can bake.”

Peter was writhing on the couch, his laughter beginning to make his abdomen hurt. Though, he was admittedly not fighting as hard as he could. “You can’t though!” he yelled out.

“Okay, seriously, does anything tire you out?” Bucky said, momentarily pausing his hands.

Peter shook his head, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “You’re maybe the only person I know who’s as stubborn as that guy back there,” Bucky teased, pointing to Steve, who was currently making light work of Wanda’s giggles.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Peter smiled, heaving in air.

“It is one,” he smiled. He ruffled Peter’s hair gently, which Peter doubted he’d attempt if he wasn’t currently pinned underneath him. “However,” Bucky started, sitting upright. “Just like him, it’ll get you tickled a lot.”

Bucky released his arms, and Peter’s brows furrowed. He started to sit up, but Bucky had yet to get off of him. Without taking his weight off of him, he adjusted himself so he was still sitting on Peter’s legs, except he was facing the other way.

Suddenly, Peter’s face went white. “Wait, Bucky please no.”

“Can I bake, Parker?” he asked, without looking at him.

Peter sighed, laying back down so he could save some of his energy. “No,” he answered plainly.

“That’s what I thought,” Bucky sighed.

Bucky didn’t make Peter wait any longer for his payback and all ten of his fingers began dusting across his socked soles. Peter was sent into immediate hysterics. He gave up trying to plead with him, but he couldn’t stop his body from rolling around the couch as continual giggles poured from his mouth. Every so often he would snort if Bucky got him with a particularly good method, or if he would stray upwards to his toes, but Bucky continued until Peter got all of the laughter out of him.

However, once the tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes, he let up. “Have you learned anything today?” he asked, getting up and sitting next to him. Peter stayed laying down, catching his breath. He noticed that someone must have lit the fire because he could hear something crackling.

“Not much,” he breathed out.

“I figured.” Bucky patted his knee. “But I’m always happy to teach you again.”

Peter jumped up from the couch, nearly taking his shin out on the coffee table, and Bucky laughed. “Not now, I’m not cruel.”

Peter raised his brows. “Okay, I’m not that cruel,” Bucky deadpanned. Peter glared at him, though he knew he didn’t really mean it.

He sat back down next to him. “You deserve payback for that.”

Bucky bumped his shoulder against him. “I don’t think so, I didn’t start it.”

A red light flashed through the living room. “I would beg to disagree.”

Peter and Bucky turned to see Steve on the ground. “Peter, care to join me?” Wanda asked, grinning.

Bucky attempted to run, but all it took was one flick from Wanda’s wrist and he was on the ground.

“Sam help!” Bucky yelled. Sam started running towards him, but abruptly came to a stop.

Wanda held an orb of dark red power in her hand, eyeing him carefully.

He held his hands up, walking backwards towards the kitchen. “No, thank you.” He grabbed a hold of a bowl. “Someone’s gotta keep stirring your soup.”

Wanda smiled, her nose scrunching up.

“Care to humble some super soldiers for the holidays?” Wanda asked. She twisted her magic and Steve burst into bright giggles.

Peter always knew it was best to keep the scarlet witch on his side. “Absolutely,” he agreed.

The tower was filled with laughter for quite some time, and lots of threats were said with no real violence behind them. When all was said and done, Peter was absolutely certain he was in for a very interesting winter break with his family.

Second author’s note: Hello my lovelies!! I know it’s been awhile since I uploaded on here, three years to be exact, but I had to come back for squealing Santa. While I can’t say I’m fully back to posting, I hope you enjoyed this, and I do have some other fics in the works. (Also if you read closely I put in an Easter egg for a future fic)

Taglist: @tenaciousperfectionunknown @teti-menchon0604 @tell-me-when-ur-ready

[tastybluesprite]

Sparring

I really liked this idea but idk if someone did it already. If that’s the case it was totally on accident. Anyway that’s all I don’t believe I wrote for them yet sooo… here we are! Enjoy❤️

Warnings: None really except a ton of fluff, also that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling

Summery: Tony spars with Peter, until he pulls a certain trick that leaves Peter rather helpless…

It was one of those days when Tony had set time aside for Peter to work on his hand to hand combat skills. Sure, the kid had super strength and agility, but Tony was adamant that being Spider Man wasn't just about relying on webs and sarcasm. So here they were, in the middle of a makeshift training area in the Stark Tower gym, dressed in casual workout clothes, ready for a sparring session.

“You know, Mr. Stark, we could’ve done this with, like, the suits on. That would’ve made it more authentic.”

Tony smirked, stretching his arms above his head. “Kid, if you can’t handle me without the suit, what makes you think you’d stand a chance against any big bad villain? No more stalling. Let’s go.”

Peter rolled his eyes but took a fighting stance. “Alright… but don’t get offended if I go easy on you…”

Tony snorted with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And whats that supposed to mean? Think I’m too old to keep up with a quirt like you?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “N-no… I.. just… meant.. um…”

Tony laughed. “Relax kid, I’m messing with you. Don’t underestimate me because you have superpowers and I’m just a simple man… who happens to be a genius… now come on let’s go…”

The sparring then began. Peter kept darting in and out of Tony’s reach, his spider sense giving him an advantage. Tony, though not enhanced, had many years of experience, as well as sharp reflexes. His movements were precise, calculated for an adult man.

They danced around the mat, Peter occasionally landing hits, while Tony worked on wearing him down.

Suddenly, Tony feigned a misstep, stumbling just enough to bait Peter in. The teenager lunged forward, and Tony took advantage of the moment, twisting around and pressing a specific spot on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter gasped, and his legs giving out beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, leaving him completely immobilized.

“What the—?!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Tony crouched down next to him, looking amused. “Pressure point. An old trick. You’ll thank me when I teach it to you. For now, though…” He poked Peter’s arm, which remained limp and unresponsive. “You’re not going anywhere for a bit...”

Peter’s cheeks flushed. It couldn’t possibly get more humiliating than this… being immobile and helpless in front of his literal idol of all people!

“Mister Stark this is so unfair! I can’t move!”

“Exactly why it’s effective. Now, let’s see…” Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully, his gaze scanning Peter’s prone form. “What can I do with a completely helpless Spider-Kid?”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit. “Wh… what?.”

“Oh, Dont worry…” Tony assured him with a small grin. “You know I’d never seriously hurt you… but.. ” A mischievous grin spread across the billionaires face. He leaned down, and gently wiggled his fingers menacingly over Peter’s torso. “I enjoy messing with you…”

“No, no, no, no!” Peter protested, his voice rising in panic. He instinctively tried to squirm away, but he was completely immobile.

Tony’s fingers descended towards his sweater, dancing lightly over Peter’s ribs. The reaction was immediate. Peter let out a squeaky laugh, his Spidey sense going into overdrive despite the paralysis.

“Mihihister Stahahark! Nohohoho!” Peter burst out, his laughter high-pitched and uncontrollable.

Tony chuckled. “Oh, this is just gold. I didn’t realize you were this ticklish, kid. And here I thought spiders were supposed to be tough.”

Peters head shook a bit, with his neck being the only muscles on his body not paralyzed, his face turning a bit red. Tony’s fingers found a rhythm, alternating between light scribbles and firmer prods along Peter’s sides and ribs.

“Th-THIhIhIhIS IhiHiHiHiS SOHohOhoHo EHeHeeHeHEVIhIHihIL!!!” Peter managed out hysterically through uncontrollable laughter.

“You’re just the cutest giggly mess, aren’t you…” Tony teased, grinning. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s see…” He shifted his attention to Peter’s stomach, his fingers spidering over the surface of his hoodie.

Peter’s laughter grew more frantic. “No! NooHoOHOhOHO!!! NOHoHoHoT THEhEHEREHeHE! PleHEheHAhAhase!” Peter squealed out in panic.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Tony teased. He pulled up Peter’s sweater slightly, exposing his belly.

“N-no! Wahahait! Dohohohont—” Peter

But it was too late. Tony’s fingers lightly scratched at Peter’s belly, and the reaction was immediate.

Peter squealed more and laughed hysterically. His head shaking. “MIHIhiHiSTEHeHer STAHaHaHaHRK!!! PLeHEHEHEHASe…”

Tony chuckled, gently scribbled all over his belly. Peter squealed and laughed, his head shaking more as it was the only thing he could move.

Tony then accidentally brushed over his belly button, making Peter shriek and laugh hysterically.

Peter’s laughter went silent for a moment before he let out a loud squeal. “STOP! STA-HAHAHARK!”

“Belly button, huh?” Tony said, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Quite the sensitive nerves here for such a small spot…” He dug his fingers in gently, circling the sensitive area and poking in directly at the center, gently wiggling his finger in.

Peter was utterly helpless, tears developing by his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. “I CA-HAHAHANT TAKE IT!”

Tony finally took pity on him, pulling back and letting Peter catch his breath.

As the effects of the pressure point wore off, Peter sat up, glaring at Tony. “You… are… t-the wohohorst,” he panted, his hair disheveled and his face flushed.

Tony shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Maybe be a bit more aware I’m battle so this doesn’t happen, yeah?” He playfully poked Peters side, making him squeak.

“I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not a chance, kid,” Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. “I think we can call this one another win for me. We can rematch again some other time.” He said, turning to leave the room.

Peter’s eyes widened ���H-Hey! Dont just leave me like this!”

Tony chuckled as he walked away. “Don’t worry… it should ware off in a bit… although… maybe I should alert the others of your position…”

“N-no! Mister Stark don’t!” Peter panicked.

Tony just chuckled as he disappeared.

[valiantphantomangel]

Snow!

A V's scareoween special.

"Y/N come on get up!" Peter shouts excited as he jumped onto your bed.

"What is it" you mumbled sleepy with a groan as he landed on your stomach.

"It snowed overnight! Must be like 3 meters in one night!"

Your eyes snap open as you quickly walk to your window overlooking the city, the entire skyline of New York was covered in snow and it was still snowing.

"Come on Pete we got to get outside"! You said with a wide grin as you quickly dressed in your winter clothes and rain downstairs with Spiderman hot on your tail.

"How are we even getting outside?" He asked.

"We got to jump from a window or something" You smiled before running into the living room where the team was.

"I heard that Y/N Stark! You are not jumping out of a window!", your adoptive dad Tony Stark yelled at you from the kitchen.

"As if you don't do it all the time!"

"Yeah well I'm an adult!"

"You don't act like it" you muttered softly.

"I heard that!"

You roll your eyes with a grin before stalking towards the kitchen to steal some of Steve's pancakes.

It was late afternoon when you stared out the window again, you wanted to jump out so badly and land in the heaps of snow down below. And you knew just how to do it.

"Steve! Tony said a bad language word again!" You yelled out and in came the soldier.

"Stark I told you to stop cursing so much in front of N/N!"

You grin as they fell into an argument and quickly put on your jacket, creek open a window and look down.

It was quite a long way down from the second floor but God did you wanna jump.

And you did, sailing through the air before landing in the snow below with a 'oof'. Peter jumping out behind you.

"Y/N! Peter!" Tony yelled as he looked over the window seal "Your grounded!"

You just grin up in response, but that grin fell really quick when you were suddenly tackled by Steve into the cold snow.

"How did you-?!" You asked bewildered as Steve wrestled you to the ground, you heard a oof behind you and could only guess that Bucky had tackled Peter.

"How did we get down here so fast? We jumped after you" he grinned down at you and lightly traced his ice cold fingers over your ribs.

"AH! Don't you dare Rogers" you warned.

"Oh if he won't then I will" You heard Tony's voice and a pair of ice cold hands on your knees and squeeze them.

A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and Steve grinned down at you.

"You know? I think a good tickle session might make you rethink your choices" he mused before his hands dived under your sweater to attack your ribs.

"THIS IS NOT FAIRHAHHAHHHA" you squealed in laughter as Tony also attacked your knees and hips.

"Should have thought about that before you jumped out of a window" Tony said with a smirk and continued his attack.

Steve's ice cold fingers scribbled across your tummy which forced your sweet giggles to escape.

"Your laugh is so adorable" Steve said with a smile and blew a raspberry on your neck.

"HAHHAHHAHHHA" you screamed in laughter as your feet kicked out to Tony as well which clearly didn't bother him.

After a full 10 minutes of laying in the snow, being tickled to tears they finally let up. Although you could still hear Peter letting out bursts of laughter, seemed like Bucky found his death spot.

"Come on, let's get you inside young lady" Steve chuckles and scooped you up in his arms, Tony walked beside you and ruffling your hair.

Just as Steve carried you inside since you were colder then you thought you heard Tony call out to Bucky "Don't kill my other kid!".

You had a crazy family, but god's was it the best you could have wished for.

[mushyblushyredhead]

Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

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m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

[delightfulfics]

Swear Jar (Reader x Steve x Tony)

A/N: SUPRISE! hello everybody! i have been gone way too long! i just started college so I have not had time but tonight I was feeling motivated to finish this fic that has been in my drafts since forever! this fic was inspired by “the douche jar” in one of my favorite television series, new girl. if none of you have not seen it I would recommend it since it is hilarious and super addictive comedy to binge watch.

warnings: swearing/curse words

“Oh shit!”

“Y/N!”

Your head shot up from the place in your book and faced the voice in which was Tony’s.

“What?”

“Jar. Now.”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes and reached into the pocket of your jeans. Pulling out a dollar, you got out of your chair and walked over sluggishly to where the jar was, dropping the dollar and pushing it in with the others.

“You would not have to do that kid if you just watched that mouth of yours. You are lucky it was me and not Steve that heard that.”

This was so fucking stupid. You hated that stupid jar. Over the years both Steve and Tony had been on your ass about your cussing but last week Tony had came up with an idea on how to bring down your habit of swearing by making the “Swear Jar”. Anytime anyone in the compound (whether that be Thor, Steve, Tony, Peter and so on) hears you swear you are forced to put a dollar in the jar. Sometimes when you don’t Jarvis always ends up snitching on you and you are forced to put twice the amount you are expected to put in (thanks to Tony).

“You both are sooo god damn old,” you say under your breath and head towards the door.

“Excuse me?”

You stop a few feet away the door and turn towards Tony with his arms crossed, “I mean, I don’t even understand why this stupid jar is even a thing.”

“You should not be swearing as much as you do, Y/N,” a figure states and you don’t even have to turn around to know it is Steve.

You sigh, roll your eyes and make no move to turn towards Steve. “Why do you guys care so much?”

“It is not healthy how much you swear.”

You turn towards Steve with a cold glare in your eye, “It is the way I cope with all the stress that going on. It’s like a relief. I mean can’t I just let off steam?”

“No,” they both say in union.

“I hope you know, Y/N, that there are many other ways to blow off steam besides having that sailor mouth fly.”

“Well, trust me, I have tried,” you turn your back around towards Tony and gritted your teeth, “but, nothing ever works.”

“I’m sure you can find something, kid.”

Ignoring the comment you huffed and chuckled to yourself, “I hope both of you gentlemen know that this stupid jar is not gonna do anything.”

It has been a month of using the jar and now that Steve thought about it you haven’t been really making any progress.

“You know they are right, Cap.”

“Yeah I know, Tony,” Steve sighed heavily and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, thinking.

“You both should just give up at this point.”

“Who says we are giving up? We might have an idea on how to get you to stop.”

Steve froze, removed his hand from his face and started chuckling making you look at Tony in confusion, “Oh, I think I know exactly how.”

“Oh, really Capsicle? How so?”

“Tony. Grab them.”

“Grab th- wait-“ Tony didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arms around you tightly, securing your arms to your sides with your feet hanging just above the ground. “What are you doing?!”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Tony whispered in your ear.

Steve stalks towards you and stands right in front of you with his arms crossed and smiles sweetly at you.

“What?!” you yell at him, your nerves getting the best of you.

Steve looks at Tony, “Give them to me, Tony.”

“Wait-“ you say, and squeal as Tony tosses you to Steve. He grabs you and starts to carry you bride style, walking over to the couch. “What the hell is going on!” Steve sits down on the couch with you still in his arms and glances at you.

“Hey, Tony?”

“Cap?”

“Count how much money is in the swear jar please,” he says look directly at you as he asks the question.

You don’t put up a fight because you had the feeling if you were, it would result in even more trouble for you.

“It’s about 10 dollars Cap,” he says smiling.

Why was he smiling? Your heart started to pick up, nervous on what their plan was.

“So, should I do one minute or ten minutes?” Steve asks.

“Start off with one.”

“What are you guys talking about?! You’re scaring me!” you look at Steve with confusion in your eyes, pleading him to tell you what’s going on.

“Well,” he says as he grabs your hands, “remember when you were younger?” he starts to slowly raise your arms above your head and tighten his hold on you.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he was about to do. You immediately start to squirm. “Oh hell no!”

“Make that two,” Tony adds.

Steve smiles at your squirming figure, “Sweetheart,” he leans close to your ear, “You’re not going anywhere,” he starts to wiggle his fingers slowly into your armpits.

You start to giggle and move your head towards your armpit, blocking it from his devilish fingers.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve tsks, and shoves his head into the other side of your neck, rubbing his stubble into your neck.

“NO!” you start to cackle, remembering that this was what he would do to you as a kid all the time. Every-time you misbehaved he would pick you up and rub his beard into your neck, knowing that it could easy reduce you into giggles. “Steve, stop!”

He laughs at your shrieks, making it even more ticklish with the vibrations. He lifts up his head and stops tickling your armpits but still keeps your arms pinned. “How much time we got left?”

“A minute and a half,” Tony says teasingly and looks directly at you and you glare back at him.

“Perfect!” He moves his hand right above your stomach, slowly curling it, watching you as your eyes widen in panic.

“Steve!” He smiles at you and starts to wiggle his fingers, lowering his hand towards your most ticklish spot.

“I can’t control it, Y/N. I have been taken over!” He dramatically states and darts his hand on your stomach, making you yell but you don’t feel him move his hand. You look at him in confusion. He smiles wide and stares at you in silence.

“Stev-“ he finally attacks, using his hand to claw into the middle of your stomach, vibrating his hand making you throw your head back and scream-laugh.

“Wow. I’ve never seen the kid scream like that! That’s new!”

“SHUT UP!” you yell at Tony.

Steve gasps, “How dare you?!”

Tony walks over to you still cackling with laughter as Steve scribbles his hand all over your stomach and your sides. He stands over you and puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch, Y/N, that stings”

“Wanna join, Tony?” Steve looks at Tony and smirks.

“See, I wasn’t going to but not that you insulted me like that now, I have to!” He throws his hands up dramatically and huffs.

You feel Steve let go off your arms and stops tickling you. You let out a deep breath but soon you feel Tony grab you and throw you over his shoulder.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Tony asks and looks at you upside down.

“I’m not saying shit!” you yell.

Tony sighs, “Well I guess i’m gonna have to figure it out!” he then starts to claw his hand into your stomach, scrubbing his fingers all over, making you squeal and try to squirm but it’s impossible especially with you on his shoulder. “Why are you laughing so much?!” You cackle as he starts to squeeze your sides fast and quickly, making your body jolt with each squeeze.

“TONY!”

He smiles at you, “Yes, booger?”

“PLEASEEE!” you giggle, feeling his hands start to claw into your stomach like Steve had done minutes ago.

“Please what?”

“PLEASE STOP!”

Steve stands in front of you two, smiling down at your giggling figure, “Are you sorry?”

“YES! IM SORRY!”

“Hmm,” Tony starts to slow down the tickling, lightly poking your sides and stomach making you squeal and giggle, “I don’t know Steve if she learned their lesson.”

“I know something that will make her think twice before swearing again,” he smirks at you. Tony paused tickling you and took him off your shoulder and handing you back to Steve. He carried you bride-style again and looked at you smiling, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head again but slowly lifting your shirt with the other.

“No! No! No!” you start to squirm violently in his arms, “Please!”

Steve lifts your top up and starts to lower his head to your stomach, his breath making you giggle slightly, “Let me think about that… how about no!” He then blows a massive raspberry on your stomach, shaking his head to ensure you feel his stubble.

You scream very loud and laugh very hard, throwing your head back with tears in your eyes. “STEVE!” You start to hiccup as you feel him give you another raspberry, nibbling your skin lightly and rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin.

He hears that you start to hiccup so he stop as you soon start to have silent laughter. “Okay, okay,” he releases your arms and lifts you up into a sitting position on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you close. He looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You nod your head, still giggling from the attack. Tony sits back you and smiles at you, putting your hair behind your ear, “You sure you’re okay, kid?”

“Yeah i’m okay,” you smile at them. “I’m sorry for swearing, I’ll try to tone it down I guess.”

You squeak as you feel a poke to your side and look at Tony, smiling at you and pointing at you accusingly, “You better,” he gets up and leaves you and Steve alone.

“I’m glad that I could see that smile and laugh of yours,” you blush at Steve’s comment.

“Me too,” you look at him and smile.

“You promise to not swear as much right?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised with his pinky out. A pinky promise. You smiled at the previous memory of you and Steve making pinky promises to each other. Like when he would leave for missions, you would make me do a pinky promise to come back home.

You look at him and hook your pinky’s together, “I promise, Steve,” you smile at him.

“Good, because I will not hesitate to do that again,” he playfully threatens you.

“I know, old man,” you giggle.

You feel the air get tense as soon as you called him that. You turned towards him and saw a shine in his eyes which was never good.

“What did you just call me?”

“Uh oh,” you say and get up quickly, running away from him.

You knew that he would get you back but you didn’t care. After all, you loved to push his buttons even if it meant that he would be chasing you around the compound for a while. You have never been happier and you wouldn’t change a single thing.

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 20: Old Childhood Memories

Mario and Luigi pull up to their parents house, and end up spending lots of time reminiscing about the childhood memories and precious moments they had as a family...and Luigi reunites with a long-time friend from his toddler years.

On Wednesday after work, Mario and Luigi drove up to their parents’ house in their usual van. They got out of the car, locked the van, and started to walk up to the door. “So you’re telling me…that there are designated flags for the tickle community?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled and nodded his head. “Yup. 3 flags. The first one is the ticklee flag, which has dark blue and light blue stripes, with a yellow stripe in the middle.” Luigi explained, pulling it up on his phone and showing him. 

Hearing someone coming to the door, Mario quickly locked Luigi’s screen and smiled right as the door opened. 

“My ragazzi speciali!” She reacted, opening her arms happily.  

Mario and Luigi brought their mom into a big hug this time. “Hi Mamma.” Luigi told her. 

“Hi Mamma.” Mario said at the same time. 

“Awww, How are my special boys doing?” She scratched behind Luigi’s left ear, and tickled under the right side of Mario’s jawline, earning her a few giggles from both boys and a snort from Luigi. Mario gently removed his Mom’s fingers from his jawline. “Wehehe’re fihihine. Ihi’m fihine.” Mario told her. “How was your day?” Mario asked. 

She smiled and brought the boys into the house, before heading into the living room. “Dinner is hot and ready. But knowing Papa, it’ll be another 30 minutes.” She told them. 

“30 minutes?” Luigi asked, looking at his clock. 

[6:22pm] 

“Okay.” Luigi replied. “What’s…” Mario stopped his words and widened his eyes as he saw the family crowded around their Papa on the floor, who was looking at scrapbooks and photo albums.

“Mario! Luigi!” Their Papa reacted, waving for them to come over. “Remember these pictures?” Papa asked, pointing to the scrapbook. 

Mario and Luigi both looked at the scrapbook. 

While Luigi laughed and elbowed his brother teasily, Mario was visibly red in the face. “Oho…” Mario muttered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. 

The picture was of Mario and Luigi in their bathtub, covered in bubbles. Mario had made a bubbly beard on himself, while Luigi had a pile of bubbles on his hair. 

Their Uncle Arthur was laughing and pointing to baby Luigi. “You gotta admit, he looks good in an afro.” Tony teased. 

Tony laughed and fluffed up Luigi’s hair. “Keep growing it out, and you might look a bit like me!” Arthur teased. 

The rest of the family laughed at this, while Luigi shook his head with a smile as he flattened his hair back down. Of course they’re whipping out the baby pictures. What else could they be doing on a night like this? 

Papa Mario flipped the page and chuckled when he saw they were birthday pictures. Little Mario was showing off his Tickle-Me-Elmo to the camera, while little Luigi was hugging a care bear stuffed animal that was roughly the same size as him. 

“Your Mamma kept telling me ‘If you’re going to buy noisy toys, make sure you can handle the sounds it makes before buying it’.” Papa told them. 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Only to get the boy a Tickle-Me-Elmo.” he muttered. 

“Well unlike you, I actually didn’t mind Elmo’s laughter.” Papa added. “Plus, seeing Mario doubling over, laughing his head off at the thing, made every moment worth it.” Papa added. 

Mario rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I still can’t believe I was in love with a toy like that…” Mario muttered. 

Papa guffawed. “In love with it?! You would’ve been happy MARRYING the thing!” Papa laughed. “I remember sometimes, Mario would go on an endless loop of clicking the button on its belly, and laughing his head off…to the point where Mario was just as red in the face as Elmo was! You couldn’t tell them apart!” Papa added. 

Mario groaned and covered his face with his hat. He was going red in the face just hearing his Dad recount those memories. “Daaaad…” Mario mumbled. 

“And then you’d look over and see Luigi giggling and laughing into his little hand while watching Mario lose his mind.” Papa added. 

Luigi looked down, smiling as a small blush showed up on his own face. “Yeah…” 

“What sorta things made Luigi really happy?” Mary asked. 

Papa chuckled and looked at Luigi before winking. 

Luigi tilted his head. “Uhhh…” 

“Back when Mario and Luigi were about 5 years old, Mario wanted to dress up as a knight in shining armor. But he insisted he needed a Princess to go along with the knight. So...he pleaded for Luigi to be his princess! And despite Mamma's worries about what the other kids would think, Luigi agreed to dress as Mario’s princess.” Papa explained. 

“Oh yeah! I remember that!” Arthur reacted. 

Tony gently nudged Luigi. “Luigi was the belle of the ball in that little white princess dress.” Tony teased. 

Mario looked down, feeling a sense of guilt. “The other kids were awful to you that day…” Mario remembered. “I couldn’t even save Luigi from the laughter and ridicule, even if I tried.” Mario looked up at Luigi. 

Luigi smiled a bit and gave his brother a side hug. “It was my choice to be the princess. And by that night, I grew really excited.” Luigi admitted. 

“Thankfully though, Princess Luigi wasn’t left to fend for herself. There was another super hero that got to be the princess’s savior:” He ran to his room and quickly got himself ready. 

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his mouth. “No…” Luigi mumbled, showing pure shock on his face. “There’s no way…” Luigi reacted as he looked at his Mamma. She giggled and nodded her head. “He’s kept the costume all these years.” She told him. 

Luigi looked over at the door as it swung open, revealing the most out-of-character, flamboyant costume the family had ever seen. Their Papa of all people…was dressed in a rainbow tutu with a white blanket cape around his neck. And to top the whole thing off…bright pink lipstick on his lips. 

Luigi gasped and bit his lip, trying to hold his breath as laughter quickly filled his lungs. Meanwhile Mario had guffawed, before doubling over and laughing like his life depended on it. Tony and Arthur had completely lost it, taking the time to make fun of him in between their laughter. Even Mamma was giggling and shaking her head with a big smile on her face. 

“I’m glad that my little entrance can amuse you boys, but I’m not here to impress anyone.” Their Papa said in a slightly higher-pitched, more sassy version of his voice. Luigi raised his eyebrows. Gosh, even the voice his Papa had put on for the character, was still top notch. 15 years later, and his Papa was still nailing the classic character. 

“S-Scintillio…Ihit’s-” Luigi started to say. 

“SCIHINTIHIHILLIO?! THAHAT’S THE GIHIRL’S NAHAHAME?!” Arthur shouted, falling onto the couch with more laughter. 

“Oh, don’t even get me started! It’s been FAR too long!” She reacted. “15 years?! That’s like-” She started to count on her fingers. “That’s like- 60 bottles of mascara!” She reacted. “And don’t even get me started on the lipsticks I bought in that time.” She added, pulling out a pink lipstick. “Oh! Speaking of lipsticks, I found this one recently! It’s called ‘electric orchid’!” She added, opening it up and testing it on her wrist. “Isn’t it pretty?” She asked. 

“Hey! That’s my lipstick!” Mamma reacted, pointing to the lipstick. 

“Nuh uh!” She held the lipstick away from Mamma. “It’s MY lipstick! We talked about this! Red is more your color! Pink is my color.” She told her proudly. 

Luigi wheezed and finally bursted out laughing. Seeing Scintillio all over again was awesome. But she had completely forgotten how flamboyantly sassy she is! And fighting over lipstick?! Luigi couldn’t hold it in anymore! He had to let it out! 

Mamma and Scintillio stopped talking, and looked over at Luigi. Mario had stopped laughing as well, just so he could hear his brother laugh so gleefully. Even Arthur and Tony lessened their laughter dramatically so Luigi’s laughter could take over the room more. It was beautiful, just hearing his laughter on display for all to hear and bear witness. 

Scintillio looked at herself, double checking herself. “What are you laughing at?” She asked, looking at the tutu. “Is there marker on my face?” She asked, wiping her face, and smearing her lipstick in the process. “Is there a wardrobe malfunction?” She asked, checking the back of the tutu. “Is my bra showing? Am I showing too much cleavage?!” She asked, covering up her chest as she suddenly began to panic. 

Luigi doubled over as his joyous laughter went up an octave. “OHOHO MY GOHOD! *snort* HAHAHAHA!” Luigi reacted, his laughter starting to fill with snorts. 

And just for a split second, Papa started to shine through the costume. This is exactly why he loved doing this…because he knew it never failed to cheer up Luigi. And 15 years later, it was STILL working! 

Luigi finally started to calm himself down. “Yohohou’re fihine! Ihi just missed you, Scintillio.” Luigi admitted. “A lot.” 

She looked up at Luigi with a smile on her face. “Aww…I missed you too, my little princess.” She told him, cupping his cheeks. “And remember what I always told you?” She added, booping his nose. 

Luigi giggled. “Yeheah. Anyone who laughs at a boy in a dress, is just jealous that the boy can rock a dress better than they can.” Luigi replied. 

Scintillio smiled and poked Luigi’s belly playfully a few times, earning some giggles and laughter from Luigi. Then, she took off the blanket and the tutu, before removing the lipstick with a damp kleenex. “When in doubt…Comically large tutu.” Papa told him in his normal voice, waving the tutu in the air. 

Luigi smiled and picked up the Tutu. “So…you never let go of her?” Luigi asked. 

“No way.” Papa replied, putting a hand on Luigi’s shoulder. “Scintillio never went away, Luigi. She’s been in my heart all this time.” Papa told him. “She will always be here. With and without the costume.” He added. 

Mario smirked. “So I guess this was why you became so eager to be my princess?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah.” Luigi replied. “And I never regretted it.” 

Mario smiled and poked Luigi’s side. “Coolest princess I know.” Mario teased. 

Luigi squeaked and giggled, holding out his hands in defense. “Dohon’t.” Luigi warned with a giggle. “Don’t what?” Mario asked innocently, poking his sides and belly. 

Luigi giggled and attempted to bat his hands away. But it was already proving to be a fruitless effort. “Dohohon’t tihickle mehehe!” Luigi reacted. 

“And what if I want to? What are you gonna do then?” Mario asked. 

Arthur and Tony elbowed each other and started cheering. “Tickle fight! Tickle fight! Tickle fight!” Tony and Arthur yelled at the same time. 

Mario wrapped his arms around Luigi’s middle, and pulled Luigi into a hug. But he did this for a legitimate reason…So he could talk to him privately. 

“You okay with this?” Mario whispered in his ear. 

Luigi smiled. “Yup. Go for it.” Luigi whispered back. 

Mario smirked and started skittering his fingers all over Luigi’s belly and sides while still in the hug. Luigi squeaked and hid his face in Mario’s shoulder, immediately growing embarrassed. 

Mario smirked and poked into Luigi’s belly button right away. “Remember the rules, Lu~” Mario teased. 

Luigi wheezed and dropped to his knees, holding his belly as he quickly fell to the ground. “Whahahat ruhuhules?!” Luigi reacted. 

“Tickle fight only stops if one of us says ‘Uncle’.” Mario told him.

“Oh! But if you say ‘Uncle’, then the tickler automatically wins.” Tony added. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Fine. That too.” Mario replied. 

“Cahahan wehehe rehestahahart?!” Luigi asked. 

Papa raised an eyebrow. “Restart?! No! No one ever restarts tickle fights.” Papa reacted. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “He has a point.” Mario added. “Just…do your best.” Mario told him before tickling up and down his ribs. 

Luigi squeaked and bursted out laughing before quickly trying to get the upper hand. He first tried skittering his fingers on Mario’s ribs. “Twohoho cahan plahahay thahat gahame!” Luigi told him. 

Mario yelped and covered up his ribs before trying to tickle Luigi one-handed. “Yohou think you can get me that easily? I can tickle you one-handed, and STILL drive you crazy!” Mario teased. 

Luigi grabbed his tickling hand and pulled him to the ground, before lifting up Mario’s left arm and tickling his exposed armpit. “Funny you say that, I can do the same thing!” Luigi reacted. 

Mario squealed and laughed helplessly, struggling to get free from Luigi’s rather genius positioning. Luigi was kneeling down on Mario’s upper left side, making it rather difficult for Mario to get the upper hand again without several cackles along the way. 

“Hey, not bad kid!” Tony reacted. 

Luigi smirked somewhat proudly and scooted himself over before tickling down the ribs to the bottom of his brother’s ribcage. This made Mario’s laughter go up an octave as he tried and failed to cover up his ribs, while tugging helplessly on his trapped arm. 

“WOOO! Go Luigi!” Arthur cheered. 

Mario took advantage of the scoot down and moved his stuck arm over a slight bit. When he reached the outer sides of Luigi’s knee, Mario squeezed it. This caused Luigi to jump and freeze in place, giving Mario the opportunity to get back up and fight for the upper hand. He got up onto his knees and grabbed Luigi’s hips, before squeezing them and drilling into them playfully. Luigi screeched and threw his head back as he wiggled absolutely all over the place while loud, cackly laughter left his mouth. Mario smiled brightly and rested his head on Luigi’s shaking shoulder. “How long can the princess survive?” Mario teased. 

“LOHOHONGER THAN YOHOHOU!” Luigi argued. 

Arthur smirked. “You tell ‘em, Luigi!” 

“Oh really~?” Mario reacted. 

“YEHEHEHESS!” Luigi yelled back, covering his mouth. 

Mario’s mouth grew a shit-eating grin as he poked his finger into Luigi’s belly button. “No covering your mouth, Elmo.” Mario teased. 

Luigi gasped and squeezed his eyes shut before wheezing and silently laughing. 

“M-Mario, be careful.” Mamma warned, growing slightly worried for his son. 

“I know.” Mario said back with a wink. “Ready?” Mario dipped his finger in slightly harder. “1…” 

Luigi shook his head rapidly. 

Mario spun the finger slightly. “2…” Mario said, twirling his finger around in his belly button. “3…” Mario declared as he removed his finger from his brother’s belly button. 

Luigi snorted and completely lost himself in loud fits of cackles. “UNCLE! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUNCLEHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario chuckled and clicked his tongue, gesturing with his hand. “I’m not even touching his belly button anymore.” Mario said. “And he’s still dying.” He added. 

The rest of the family just laughed at Mario’s words as they heard Luigi slowly calming down. 

“That’s a funny coincidence.” Someone said nearby. 

Mario, Luigi, and the others turned to look at the rocking chair in the living room, which sat another person in their family: Their Grandfather. Aka, the oldest and wisest family member in the house. 

Mamma smirked. “What’s that?” She asked, tapping her father-in-law’s shoulder lightly. 

“Your Papa used to react the exact same way when he was little.” He started telling him. “He had such a ticklish navel, one poke would put him in his place in seconds.” Their Grandfather told the boys. 

Papa widened his eyes and looked at his father. “Hey!” He yelled, showing slight embarrassment. 

Their Grandfather laughed upon hearing his son’s reaction. “Yyyup.” He added. “A wonderful little gift he got from his madre.” Their Grandfather declared. “Tony got it too.” he added.

Tony raised his eyebrows, before looking at his father as well. “Don’t bring me into this!” Tony warned. 

“Well unlike you two, I was the lucky one~.” Uncle Arthur declared proudly. 

Mary smirked and poked his ribs, earning a jump and a yelp from her husband. “Ribs are the next best thing.” Mary teased. 

Arthur waved his index finger at her. “Don’t even try it.” He warned with a small smile. 

Mary shrugged her shoulders. “Okay.” She replied, winking at Mario and Luigi. 

Mario brought Luigi up to his feet before sitting down on the couch. “What other stories do you have from when Papa, Tony, and Arthur were little?” Mario asked. 

“Oh no…” Papa muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You just broke the dam right open.” 

“I would love to tell you, but I am starving. We should eat.” Their grandfather told him. 

The whole family all agreed to that statement right away. It was close to 7pm, and none of them had even started to eat their dinner! They all gathered around the table, and started to serve themselves. While they did that, Their grandfather started recalling many memories of the boys when they were babies, up to when they were kids. He even included some memories of when they were teenagers! And while poor Papa was red in the face from all the embarrassing memories, Tony and Arthur kept poking and teasing their older brother. And it was in this moment that Luigi and Mario realized something: Their family were funny, teasy, ticklish, weird goofballs too. All of them were! And this night only confirmed that fact! 

When Mario and Luigi got into the car, Mario made sure to send Luigi the video of their Papa getting utterly destroyed by their Uncles! Aka, Papa’s younger brothers. Knowing their Papa well, that video would be the only known evidence of Papa Mario getting his comeuppance. 

So I'm gonna be completely honest here...I was very hesitant about adding Scintillio into this story...The story was a late-night stupid joke I had come up with alongside a friend of mine (Legit forgot who helped me come up with this character), and I playfully added it to the story...I have a love-hate relationship with Scintillio, because it was a funny idea...but it was so out-of-character compared to Papa Mario. But...I added it anyway and reluctantly decided to keep it.

So...What do you think of Scintillio? Was it funny? Or was it a little too much? Let me know!

[otomiyaa]

Three Times Happy

Tony & Peter

[Fic Reupload] - Another random 2018 fic :) Saw a new comment on AO3 and got reminded of its existence.

Summary: Tony has to deal with a sad sulky Peter in his car, and he’s not having it. He will cheer him up, he definitely will... In his own way. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.8K

“Hey, kid? Come on now. We saved him together,” Tony said to the sulking teen who was sitting next to him in the car, but no positive result came from it. 

Not even a tiny smile. Just everything a sulky kid could do to make an adult feel bad: arms crossed in front of his chest, hanging shoulders, hanging head, dark aura poisoning the car and a frown that looked like it could stay on his forehead forever if he wouldn’t quit this real soon.

“Pete..” Tony shook his head and uncomfortably pressed his hand against his own mouth, trying to find words to cheer him up with. It wasn’t that he could help it. Alright, just, since all the events in space, Peter vanishing and then un-vanishing and all that, just the awful fear of getting Peter in danger, losing him again, eh well yeah. 

Just... Very long story short: Tony now kind of spied on him like 24/7, and if it wasn’t him it was his newest suit doing it, specially made for protecting teenage superhero sons of which he only had one. 

And well, today they found Spider-Man going into some serious danger zone that definitely could not be counted as friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man activities, no like real death- danger. So yeah of course Peter couldn’t handle it, he’s good but this was real Avenger stuff. Adult Avenger with a lot of experience- stuff. 

So result was that Tony had to save both Peter and the man he was saving after which Tony + Peter-Protection-Suit joined and finished the fight. 

It wasn’t thanks to Peter, no, that the man got saved (well maybe indirectly because Peter’s presence lured Tony out of his lab to save them). But it also wasn’t thanks to Peter that the man who needed saving was now in the hospital with serious injury. And in a coma, minor detail.

“We caught the baddie,” Tony said, giving another attempt at cheering Peter up.

“You did.”

“...and Mr. Holt is alive and doing...uh.. maybe doing not so well, but alive. In a few weeks he’ll be awake, playing golf again, going to the zoo and all with his wife and kids.” Alright Tony wasn’t so good at this. He could see Happy frown in the rearview, confirming that he wasn’t helping.

“Suck it up Pete,” Happy said, trying to help as well. Peter just gave a long sigh and threw his head back. He then dramatically covered his face with his arms, arching his back as if he was trying to stretch out, and a groaning noise left him.

“I just wish I could save someone too,” he complained. Tony knew what that felt like, and he nodded, staring at Peter’s tummy that was left exposed because of that flexible stretch he was doing.

“Uhuh. I know, And you can. You’re... working on it. Geez kid, you’re young. Don’t make this too hard on yourself. Also, your tum is showing.” Tony poked Peter right in his belly button, causing Peter to suddenly let out a weird noise as he folded back into a normal position. Tony gaped at him, and Peter stared back, since Tony’s hand was now awkwardly trapped between Peter’s legs and torso as he bent forward with this awkward forced smile. Tony smiled back. Suuuddenly, cheering up Peter Parker seemed like it could be a lot easier.

“Can you just not...?" Peter asked him, though that little (forced) smile had to be cute of course, making it so that Tony could not resist to －

“Not what?” He moved his fingers around, just some light wiggling, and Peter was already bending even further down, crushing Tony’s hand between his body while he tried to force his own laughter back.

“Mr. S-Stark, h-hahahand... out...” he tried to warn him, but his cheeks were puffing and though his expression of held back laughter and ticklish misery was looking very weird, it was definitely better than that depressing frown.

“Hahahand out! T-tickles!” Peter said between more weird strangled noises and soft giggled. Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Not tickling you. It’s you who’s trapping my hand, not me. Ohnooo let me go~” Tony said teasingly, just moving his fingers around slightly, and he raised his other hand to push softly against Peter’s shoulder to show him he was deeefinitely trying to free his hand now. 

However the moment he lifted his hand, this made Peter jump in obvious anticipation of more tickles, so Tony smiled fondly at that. 

Peter just giggled softly, biting them back as much as he could, and he squirmed and tried to move his body back so Tony could get his hand outta the danger-zone, but Tony could see the hesitation on his face. Tony’s smirk was probably just making it clear that the moment he’d get his hand back, he would do much worse than this. His other hand already squeezed Peter’s shoulder tighter, showing him he had his grip on him and was not going to let him go before he was smiling genuinely. 

Happy judged them from the rearview and just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Just fucking tickle him already,” he finally said. He was kinda right, he deserved it. Tony just pulled his hand out, moved his other hand, and went straight for both Peter’s sides. Peter yelped and jumped, pulling his knees up and squirming and wriggling, but unable to fight the tickle attack. 

“Ha, that’s more like it. See? I do know how to cheer people up,” Tony said proudly - both to himself, Happy and ticklish Peter - as he danced his fingers all over Peter’s sides, making him laugh and squeak. 

“Nohohot helping! Ahaha Mr. Stahahark!” Peter whined. He still sounded too whiny, so Tony just exchanged glances with Happy and he shook his head in disapproval.

“Do your worst,” Happy encouraged. 

“Yeah, guess I will.”

“Fuhuhuhuck!” Peter cried, and Tony looked back at him and smirked.

So that asked for a little journey upwards, past his ribs that definitely got a few squeezes, but it was Peter’s underarms that were ticklish goldmines. So Tony just shoved his hands in there and tickled Peter’s armpits mercilessly, with wiggling, scratching and digging fingers, however he pleased.

“AAHAh! Nooohohhoo! Stop-Stahahap pleaaase!” he cried, turning and twisting, but caught by his seatbelt. Tony spotted a hand- a Spider-Man hand ready to attack him, so he quickly snatched his wrist and pinned it down above Peter’s head so he had even better access to his armpit (aaand so he would not get webbed).

“Nice try kid, but hey, is that a ticklish armpit?” He knew Peter hated it when he teased him like that, which is why he obviously did it. The blush that was already covering his cheeks was suddenly ten times worse from the moment he started the childish baby-talk.

“Oh and what about here? It’s the cheer-up button that started it all!” He poked his belly button to get him by surprise, and Peter just howled with hysterical laughter.

“AHahalright! Alriiiight!” he yelled loudly. Both Happy and Tony laughed, and he finally released Peter and let him breathe. Peter just leaned down and grabbed his own stomach, catching his breath.

“So, now that you’re feeling better, let’s get some donuts and a milkshake,” Tony said, but suddenly a shoe was on his leg. He looked to his side to see Peter kicking him softly, still looking tired and breathless.

“You s-suuuck, Mr. Stark..” he wheezed. Tony raised his eyebrows, looked at Happy in pure amazement and shock, and then back at Peter. Some guts that kid had!

“You’re kidding?” he asked politely. Peter shook his head. 

“No?” Tony just gasped with over-exaggerated surprise, picked up Peter’s leg that was doing the kicking (and dirtying his beloved jeans), and he pulled it on top of his lap. He then began to scribble his fingers over the back of his knee as if he was having some serious Guitar Hero showdown with Steve － well, the result was priceless. 

Peter exploded with high pitched giggles, yelling in surprise that he had to stop like: “Ohhohh! Noooonono not there! S-sohorry! I didn’t mean it! Stooop! Not the- HAaahha!” Peter struggled and writhed, shaking his head hysterically and making just hilarious movements.

“That’s what I thought!” Tony said after giving him a good dose of that, and he finally let go of his leg and ruffled his hair. Peter just greedily breathed in and out, recovering from the tickle attack plus its sequel, and Tony just kept rubbing his head.

“Please don’t feel bad. I’m proud of what you did today. You may think, he’s in the hospital because of you. Well, maybe he is. But he could’ve also been dead, with baddie-bot on the loose. That is, if you hadn’t saved him, and sorta alarmed me. But... You saved him Pete, you really did. His family is thankful. And Mr. Holt is probaby thanking you too, in his coma.” Happy again looked not so happy and maybe he was right, but by now Peter was just laughing softly at Tony’s stupid attempts at cheering him up.

“All good. I am cheered up, you made sure of that,” he said tiredly, and the big smile that had been forced on his face earlier was still there. Tony smiled in relief. 

“You know what really would make it better?” he added. Tony’s heart sank when Peter smirked.

“Oh seriously, fiiiine,” he finally said, and he already spread his arms to allow the kid to hug him. Yeah, Peter was a hugger. Tony not really, but he was getting there, and it was actually quite cute. Very cute. Too cute, which was why he was just not too fond of Peter hugging him. There was only a certain level of cuteness that the Spider-kid was allowed to display or it would be bad for his heart.

“Oh come on you guys,” Happy sighed at the cheesy hug on the backseat.

“Hehe,” Tony chuckled, and Peter suddenly spazzed in his arms when he squeezed both of his sides.

“Mr. Stark!” he chirped, pulling himself free and backing away. Ohhh that was a looot of energy he still had left to squeak and struggle like that.

“How long til’ those donuts?” Tony asked. Happy viewed the navigation.

“Just three more minutes.” Tony smirked wickedly at Peter, who immediately panicked, trying to climb towards the front-seat while loudly yelling: “NO! Nonono Mr. Stark - Hahahappy save me! Nooooo!” 

And Tony just indulged himself in some ticklish Spiderkid for threee more cheerful minutes, resulting in a happy Happy, a happy Tony and luckily, a happy Peter. All good.

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THIS MADE ME KICK MY LEGS, IM SORRY HOW?!

TONY PLAYING THE VILLAIN— I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THAT UNTIL NOW IM GOING NUTS

Hey Mister Villain

Finally, I can present you the long-awaited Sequel to No Spilling Secrets. I recommend reading No Spilling Secrets first, as that is relevant for understanding the context of this story.

Summary: After getting out of the claws of Clint, Bucky, and Sam, Peter can finally take a rest. Or can he? A single glance at Mr. Stark is enough to let the teen know his mentor waits for an explanation, and it better be a good one. He really should have thought about how to get out of this one, didn't he?

"Care to explain why you hacked Friday, Peter."

Oh fuck.

"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."

The words had tumbled out before Peter could stop himself. At least May and Steve weren't here to catch that slip-up. Mr. Stark merely raises an eyebrow, leveling the teen with a glance. The man is still waiting for an explanation that Peter is more than dreading to give to his mentor. Heck, Peter endured the dishing out of the bird bros and Bucky. He couldn't fold now just because Mr. Stark came off as a little intimidating. Speaking of Mr. Stark, said man stands stern-faced in front of him, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Peter in a voiceless dare to keep silent. 

Okay, cross that. Mr. Stark is more than a little intimidating. 

But still, Peter has come too far to spill. His mentor wouldn't let him live that down, not after creating a whole archive of Peter's embarrassing moments. It is pouring fuel straight into the fire.

Mr. Stark steps closer.

With one hand casually placed in the pocket of his three-piece suit while the other pulls down his glasses, the man glances over the rim. Peter gulps. He has to lean his head back to meet his eyes. Mr. Stark studies him for a moment, and Peter wonders what exactly the man is searching for when the sound of the man sniffing catches his attention.

Mr. Stark straightens, pushing his glasses back up.

"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Parker. Don't let it come to that." Peter lets out a huff in protest when his mentor suddenly pushes him, causing him to lie flat on the bench. The teen stares up at the older man in surprise before Peter's face contorts into a grimace as he finally registers Mr. Stark's words.

"You saw all of that?" Peter asks, hoping Mr. Stark would break out into that smug trademark grin, laughing as he pats him on the shoulder and tells him he was only messing with him. Mr. Stark, of course, didn't give Peter that. Instead, he is met with a slight tilt of the head as Mr. Stark gives him an unimpressed look. 

"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"

The vigilante lets his shoulder sag in defeat. Of course, Mr. Stark watched the whole spectacle. Where is that hole in the ground to bury yourself? It's never there when you need it.

A finger flicks against his forehead.

"Don't go all kicked-puppy on me, kid. You wouldn't be in this predicament if you hadn't cracked the tower's system and left a security breach as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge. You bought this on yourself."

"Maybe that wouldn't happen if there was a better security system," mutters the teen under his breath. 

"Excuse me, what was that?" Peter's mouth shut instantly at the look Mr. Stark was giving him. How many times did he manage to piss his mentor off today? According to Mr. Starks expression, it was at least one time too many. Sensing that this wasn't going in a favorable direction, Peter made a drastic decision. 

He needs to escape. 

Now.

The man standing in front of the bench raises an eyebrow as the teen suddenly angles his legs up, bringing them close to his chest and bending his back, body forming an alarmingly accurate globular form. Without his trademark suit, the kid always seemed so inconspicuous it was easy to forget his powers and traits, counting in that inhuman flexibility. The kid tilts sideways, beginning to roll down the bench with an easiness that left the man wondering if Peter had done this before, the thought of that being a possibility alone giving him a mild headache.

"What- kid, you are not some overgrown roly-poly. What are you doing?"

Skillfully ignoring the bewildered tone of his mentor, Peter tenses his muscles while bracing for the fall, tilting his arms to avoid landing on his still-bound wrists. Mr. Stark takes off his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, tired of Peter's antics, before pocketing them in his breast pocket.

"Kid, you're not getting away without talking about this."

The older man rolls his eyes as Peter ignores him, the latter robbing his way forward on the floor, apparently on a mission to put the two super-soldiers in their team to shame. But it still wasn't quick enough. Peter wriggles forward as if his life depended on it, blatantly ignoring the pair of shoes moving at the same pace next to his head as Mr. Stark walks reversely next to him, hands folded behind his back as he looks down at the teen with mild amusement.

"Having fun, kid? How's the air down there?"

The engineer shakes his head when he doesn't get an answer, not even a sarcastic or snappy remark from his mentee. The latter keeps wriggling with a determined look towards the door still ten meters away. "And Rhodey calls me stubborn. Peter, kid, come on. Stop being silly." 

"Upfh!"

A tiny yelp escaped Peter's lips when he fell forward, courtesy of the polished dress shoe that pulled on the leg he had put on the ground in an attempt to stand up, only to fall flat on his stomach. 

"Come one, Peter. This starts to get boring, doesn't it."

The teen doesn't need to see the man know that Mr. Stark is most likely rolling his eyes at him as he continues ignoring him, only to further shuffle forward on the floor. 

"Friday, be a dear and give me and Mr. Parker some privacy."

Peter couldn't decide what let his heart beat faster, Mr. Starks words or the faint click of the door locking shut. 

"Mr. Stark!"

The boy's eyes widen as the dress shoe from before pushes under his stomach. He gets flipped onto his back, gazing up at Mr. Stark standing above him with a raised eyebrow and a corner of his lip turned up in unsuppressed smugness. 

Peter sucks in a breath at the sight.

"Mr. Stark, you look like a supervillain right now."

The man's lips qurik up as he strokes his clean-cut goaty. 

"If it takes a supervillain to end this nonsense, I might as well adapt to that role."

"Mr. Stark, no!"

It doesn't take a lot for the man to kneel and grab the squirming boy's wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand.

"Are you ready to talk, Spiderman?"

Peter feels the adrenaline kicking in as his lips twitch upwards in anticipation, his eyes focused more on Mr. Starks free hand than the man's face. Mr. Stark notices the glance at his hand. 

"You see this, webslinger?" asks Mr. Stark with a cold-toned voice that Peter hasn't heard the man using with anyone other than the press on a few occasions when reporters ask some too-invasive questions. He had even pulled the purple-tinted glasses back out and put them on, jumping at the chance to act like an actual villain, and Peter could only stare up at the man, feeling flabbergasted. 

Sure, Mr. Stark could act playful. 

But those mods were usually portrayed through a headlock with an easy way out, hair ruffling, and tons of jokes and banter. Occasionally, Mr. Stark tickles him during movie nights when Peter gets a little too sassy for the man's liking, ending with the teen nearly rolling down the couch giggling. Those moments usually last only a few seconds before Peter crawls back on the couch with Mr. Starks arm thrown over his shoulder, leaning against the man's side. Therefore, it was hardly surprising that Peter was a tad perplexed at the threat of getting tickled by his mentor. The latter seemed overly confident in getting Peter to talk, which results in the teen being curious and absolutely terrified at once. At least Mr. Stark didn't have super hearing, or he might have known just how effectively nervous his words alone were making Peter, going by how his heart was racing behind his ribcage. 

Unaware of the conflicting emotions Tony has caused to tumble around his mentee's head, he continues playing his villain act with a worryingly amount of perfection. The man holds his free hand up for the teen to see, moving his fingers down one after another in a quick motion like some cheap magician before pulling a bunny out of his top hat.

"This is the only tool needed to get you chirping, Spidey," continues the man, looking at his hand as if it were some weapon he had built and was particularly proud of. It leaves Peter gulping heavily.

"You might ask yourself why this," Mr. Stark waves with his hand, "is the way to break you. Well, let me elaborate, my wall-crawling little friend."

Peter opens his mouth to interrupt the cliche of the villain explaining his evil master plan in front of the bound hero. He gets silenced by a raised eyebrow and quickly clamps his lips shut, letting Mr. Stark have his moment.

"I happen to stumble over some interesting information about you, Spiderling. Some would even say it is a bit of a weakness."

Oh gosh, Peter didn't like the way Mr. Stark was grinning down at him at all. The hairs on his neck begin to rise at the sight. Although his subconsciousness was aware of the lack of a threat, Peter's brain couldn't stop the funny feeling of anticipation from accumulating inside him, leaving his muscles tense as he could do nothing but wait for something to happen. It feels like just before his spidey sense kicks in, but without the wave of anxiety rolling over him. At this point, Peter wishes Mr. Stark would get over it, but the thought of asking the man to do something leaves the tips of his ears red in embarrassment. He feels like a child all over again, becoming flustered over something silly, like the prospect of getting tickled.

"From what I gathered, there are parts of your body which, despite your genetic altering, are rather-" Mr. Stark leaves a short pause between the following words as his lip twitches upward into a smug grin, "delicate."

Mr. Starks free hand shots downward. 

Peter presses out a squeaky "noho!" while bringing his legs up to his chest to block the attack, eyes squeezing shut on instinct. 

But nothing happens. 

Peter lingers in that curled-up position, opening his eyes slightly to squint over his knees. The teen meets the highly amused grin of Mr. Stark, who wears the same expression as he does when he gets the affirmation of one of his more advanced calculations being correct, an expression of pure smugness. 

"A bit skittish, are we?"

Before Peter could even think of an answer, Mr. Stark's hand found a way between his pulled-up legs and his middle, fingers digging without hesitance into his stomach. The sudden attack caught Peter off guard, the laughter pouring out instantly.

"Mr. Stahahark! Thahahahat's plahaying dihirty!"

The man tilts his head at his mentees' words, the latter trying to press his knees closer to his middle, but that did little to hinder the man from tweaking his sides, grinning at the little shriek it earns him. 

"Oh, I didn't know this counts as playing to you. Might as well as much as you are enjoying yourself."

"I'm nohoht enjohohyinh anythIHIHng!" 

Mr. Stark rolls his eyes and switches spots, his fingers working quickly on the teen's stretched-out underarms. Peter kicks his legs out at the ticklish jolt when blunt nails softly scratch over the fabric of his shirt that does little to protect his sensitive armpits. His laughter changes into cackling, and he tugs on his bound arms, actually managing to bring them down. 

He only hears the click of a tongue, having shut his eyes when his armpits got attacked. He rolls on his side as soon as the tickling stops, trying to escape the attack, but gets stopped by a hand on his shoulder, effortlessly pulling him onto his back again. Not a second later, two hands are shoved up into his underarms, and begun to explore the spot, meticulously working on searching for weak spots. As soon as he found them, Mr. Stark kneads with his thumbs into the muscles, letting Peter jump with a squeak before bursting into another wave of loud laughter.

"NOHOO PLEAHAHASE! MR. STAHAHAHARK. Nohohot thehehere! I- I canahahan't ahahaha. I cahahahn't staAHAND ihiht, pleahashe nohohho!"

"That's unfortunate, as I don't show mercy to any of my enemies. And you, Spiderman, earned the privilege to stand on the top of my hit list."

He grins down at the teen who has his arms pressed to his side as much as his tied wrists allow it, body wriggling from side to side to avoid his hands, but Tony's fingers are following, never leaving up to pinch and flutter over all the places that bring out the sound of panic-laced giggles. 

"No! No! Nonononono! ACK NOHO MR. STAHAHARK, NOHOHOHO!"

"Hm? What's this? Spiderman has a ticklish belly?"

Peter manages to sends a glare at his mentor. "I doho nohoht! J-just l leahaheve ihit alohohohne. Mr. Stahark, I sweaAHAHR, I- ohmygohohod dohohohnt!"

Peter lets out a high-pitched squeal as a finger dips into his belly button. His laugh goes silent for a few seconds, during which he arches his back as the ticklish feeling overwhelms him before he deflates into a heap of hiccupy giggles, begging Mr. Stark to do anything but please let his belly button alone. The man smirks down at the blushing teen. Tony would lie if he said he did not find Peter's reaction absolutely endearing. 

"Now, that's just adorable. I almost feel bad having to end you."

"Youhuhu ahahre eheh- evil!"

"I beg to differ, Spidey. This -" Tony worms his finger into Peter's navel, wriggling it around teasingly and earning himself a snort followed by feet drumming against the floor behind him as the kid trashes around madly 

"isn't evil. I'll show you what's really evil."

Out of breath and lying on his side, Peter, at first, didn't register what was happening, too busy to get back to pumping air into his lungs. When he finally glances up at what Mr. Stark is doing, the man is already gathering his feet in a headlock and pulling his tie around his ankles. Peter's eyes widened. He was about to yank his legs out of the hold, and he certainly would have managed to, but at that moment, Mr. Stark had already tightened the piece of clothing, successfully binding his legs. After giving it a closer thought, Peter's panic begins to subdue. A tie was no match for his strength. He could easily snap it if he wanted to. 

"Before I forget it, that tie is a Christmas present from Pepper's parents."

Mr. Stark broke out in loud laughter at the sheer look of betrayal Peter sent his way.

"You are a monster, Mr. Stark."

Peter regrets the words as soon as his mentor grins at him before pushing him over, forcing the teen to lay on his stomach and pull his feet facing upward onto his lap.

"Finally, you are aware of the gravity of the situation, Spidey."

While talking, he let a single finger run down the arch of Peter's foot, grinning at the teen's toes curling up and the whole-body jolt the action brought. He repeats the action on Peter's other foot, getting the same reaction, which only encourages the man to let all his fingers, at once, drag over the wiggling soles. The feet in his lap squirm just as the rest of the teen trashes on the floor like an angry caterpillar, laughing his head off, occasionally shrieking when Tony pulls his toes back to scribble under them. 

"NO! Nohohot the toes! Pleahase, anythihing buhut thahat."

Mr. Stark let up, giving the teen a short break.

"Not the toes, you say? Do you mean these toes? These ticklish little toes right here?" He takes one of them between his fingers, shaking them a little while speaking, but that is apparently enough to throw Peter into a giggle fit and try kicking him. 

"Well, then I have to let these toes be. And tickle these instead."

True to his word, Mr. Stark left Peter's right foot in peace, only to jump onto the left one, resuming his relentless attack.

"ACK! I sahahaid NOT the toehes!"

"And since when do I listen to what my enemy tells me? Huh, Spidey, since when do we do that?" he teases the kid, letting up from his feet to pinch above his kneecaps. Peter shrieks and kicks his legs out as he laughs loudly, managing to roll onto his back. He quickly sets his legs up to press his soles against the gym floor, preventing Tony from getting a hold of them.

"You're trying to be smart about this? Well, what do you do about this then?"

Without pausing, Mr. Stark takes hold of the teen's wrist and softly but firmly presses them against the teen's chest to get them out of the way before pulling his shirt up, revealing his tummy. 

Peter's eyes widen. He couldn't move much with his feet sticking to prevent whatever Mr. Stark was planning. He had an idea, but surely Mr. Stark wouldn't do something as childish as that.

Right?

Peter screams before hysterical giggles take over after the first raspberry is placed on his stomach.

"Nahaha, stahahahap. Nohot fahair, ihihihi thihihs isn't fahahahahair Mr. Stark!"

"Anything is fair in a fight with your enemy. Even this."

Mr. Stark places another long-lasting raspberry, making sure to shake his face into Peter's stomach as that elicits just the most adorable squeal he had ever witnessed from the teen.

"Now, what do you say, Spidey? Are you ready to fess up?"

Mr. Stark takes in the sight of his red-faced mentee with something akin to fondness. Peter's hair is messy from shaking his head from side to side, his chest heaving from laughing, and a wide grin spreads over his features. The teen surprises him as he squints at him from a position on the ground, a determined look on his face.

"Is that all you've got?"

Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you brought this on yourself."

His head rushes down again, sending the teen into another ticklish frenzy. By the end of it, tears of mirth are gathering in the corner of Peter's eyes, which were Tony's clue to give up. Apparently, Peter didn't think his mentor would give up just yet, as he couldn't believe it when his hands and feet were free to move again.

"You're letting this go?" Peter stares wide-eyed at his free hands before directing his puzzled look at Mr. Stark, who flattens the wrinkles in his suit. 

"As you are so determined to not let a word lose about it, I will let it slide." He sighs at the bewildered expression Peter sends him.

"I trust you, Peter. Whatever you have done must have been important, and I trust you would tell me if it wasn't, alright?"

Oh wow, now Peter feels like an idiot. 

"Ehm, Mr Stark?"

The man in question glances at the teen, the latter rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes cast on the ground. Peter pulls his legs to his chest, biting on his lips as he wraps his arms around his knees, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the ground. He made such a big deal out of nothing, and now he has to admit to that and no other than Mr. Stark too. 

His fingers tighten into the fabric of his pants before he finally finds the courage to confess to the man.

"I did it because I was embarrassed."

The words came out mumbled as Peter pressed his face into his knees.

"I didn't quite catch that, Peter."

Using his name and not some nickname meant Mr. Stark had caught onto the mood. The man slowly steps closer, making only a bit of a show of sitting beside Peter and muttering about his joints.

Peter licks his lips, glancing at Mr. Stark before directing his eyes onto a stain on his jeans before repeating himself.

"I was embarrassed. Do you remember that folder, emh, the- the one where you let Friday save all that dumb stuff that I did? In the lab? Well, I know you like to tease me about that, and I usually don't mind, and I don't want to come off as whiny. I know everyone teases everyone on the team, and that's cool, yeah. But, you know, sometimes, I-" Peter stops to take a deep breath. Mr. Stark keeps sitting next to him, listening in silence, and while Peter is thankful for it, he still can't look at the man.

"Sometimes I get this fear that you'll show that stuff to the others, and they'll make fun of me. I know that shouldn't bother me. I'm not a little kid or anything. But this stuff that happens in the lab, I don't mind you seeing me do dumb stuff because, well, that's you Mr. Stark, and I trust you, like sure you'll think I'm silly, but when it's you, I kinda don't mind that? But if the others know I blow up the lap three times a week, that makes me kinda uncomfortable because everyone always calls you, Dr. Banner, and me the smart ones, but what will they think of me when they see all the messes I produce daily? I'm supposed to be smart and not blow stuff up and- and stumble over stuff when I'm literally Spiderman and yeah, I guess I'm insecure about that. I'm really sorry I hacked into Friday to prevent more footage from being taken, Mr. Stark. That was dumb, and I should have known that it was a bad idea, really."

Peter lifts his head, finally meeting Mr. Starks eyes, who had been patiently waiting for him, witnessing him stumble over his words. 

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark." Peter's voice grew quiet, close to a whisper. 

He watches Mr. Stark running a hand over his face, a sigh escaping the man, and it causes Peter to tighten to hold on to his knees. He is taken by surprise at the weight of an arm thrown over his shoulder before he gets pressed into a warm body, melting into Mr. Starks side as the older man pulls him closer.

"Peter, I want to apologize for making you feel that way."

Peter opens his mouth to protest but gets cut off by a hand squeezing his shoulder.

"Uh uh, broadcast break for the Spiderling." The teen huffs in light amusement, and Tony takes it as his sign to go on. 

"I want to apologize for taking it as far as it causes you to feel like you had to do something on your own rather than talk to me about it. I would have never shown it to anyone, but I should have considered that it could make you uncomfortable. I'll delete everything and stop Friday from saving further videos, alright?"

"You would do that for me, Mr. Stark?"

"Of course. I might be an asshole most of the time,"

"Language."

Tony raises an eyebrow at the rude interjection. His hand slips down to poke the teen in the side as a warning, which earns him a giggle.

"but I want you to feel comfortable and know you can trust me. That you can trust anybody on the team, okay?"

Peter nods with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, Mr. Stark?"

"Yes?"

Peter grins up at the man.

"I'm really glad you're not a villain."

Mr. Stark squints at him before a sly smirk appears on his face.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Peter. We still haven't talked about the consequences of you creating a giant security breach."

Before Peter could crawl away, Mr. Stark had already slung an arm around the teen's middle, and for a third time that day, Peter's laughter echoed throughout the gym, this time a little brighter than before.

[star-stuckwithgay]

Ticklish?

!UPDATED¡

This is my first fic so please dont judge.

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗒：𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗒．𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄．

Tony is trying to upgrade one of his suits when he hears a certain someone hop in the lab.

“Hey Mr. Stark!“

“Hey kid,what do ya need“ He asked,still trying to work.

“Nothing.“ He said,being obvious that he wants something.

“I know you want something,you can tell me its not like I’ll lash out at you.“ Peter was embarassed because he never usually comes to Tony when he wants attention.

“Really, it’s nothing. I just came to see what you were doing. “

“I’m just working on a suit upgrade.” He said,trying to get Peter to tell him what he wants by not talking about it. Peter usually doesn’t tell Tony what he wants right away because he doesn’t wanna bother him or anything,but he eventually tells him if they’re just standing/sitting there.

“Why don’t you go hang out with Harley?” He asked,thinking that would get him to talk.

“I’m good.” He said seriously. Tony turned around to look at him.

“Okay seriously kid,I know you want something. Just tell me,it hurts that you don’t feel comfortable telling me.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable,it’s just… 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀...“ He whispered the last part.

“What was that last part?“ He asked,while Peters face was turning red as a tomato.

“It’s embarrassing!“ He raised his voice a little. Tony laughed a little,

“Juhust tell me.“ Tony patted his head but accidentally touched his neck while pulling his hand back.

“EEP!“ Peter jumped back like 1 foot away. Tony thought for a moment and then it hit him.

“Peter,are you tihicklish?“

“No!“ He said defensingly. Peters ears and neck have now turned red along with his face.

“Then whyhy are you so rehed?” He laughed,knowing he’s lying.

“It’s just hohot!” Peter said,his face burning with embarrassment. Tony snickers,

“Sure sure,then you wouldn’t mind if I tested it out right?” He said teasingly. If it were possible,Peters face would’ve turned even more red.

“Uh,I think I gotta go,I’ve already over-stayed my visit!” Peter blurts out,already sprinting away from Tony. Before he could even get a foot away from him,he feels a hand wrap around his arm,yanking him backwards.

“Oh no you don’t you little twerp!” He knocked him down to the floor and pinned his arms above his head.

“You wouldn’t lie to me right Peter?~” He teases with a poke to his side.

“EEK!” He squealed with a rather unmanly voice. Tony then squeezed his side.

“StoHOhop!” He hoped this stopped as soon as possible,or did he?

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish Pete~” Tony was now lightly scribbling his hip.

“I’m noHOOO-“ Tony drilled his finger into Peter’s middle rib.

“You wanna finish that sentence?” He teased,making Peter squeal. As he started to get to his top rib, Peter’s laugh was getting higher.

“TohoHO clohOse!” Tony stopped and Peter was just lying there with heavy breathing and light giggles.

“Does someone have a tickle spot there?~” He teased like he was teasing a toddler. Peter’s bright blush rushed to his ears and neck, looking anywhere but Tony’s eyes.

“I think they doooo~” Peter’s blush got darker,

“And that someone is, you~” He started digging into Peter’s underarms, making him laugh like crazy, his eyes squeezed shut.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” He screamed, Bucky was a little near where they were, so he was alerted and rushed to the lab.

“What happened?!-“ He was surprised to what he saw. Tony looked up, noticing him,

“Oh hey Buck! Just trying to get this little bug to talk.” He says, now scribbling lightly. Bucky immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording.

“Just tell me what you want so bad~” He’s enjoying this just as much as Peter, and so is Bucky.

“EHEHEHEHEEEEE” He squirms, knowing he couldn’t get away. Even if he was trying.

“I am SO showing this to the whole tower later!” Bucky says making Peter try to look up at him.

“NOHOHOHO” Bucky smiles down at him sinisterly. He squeals when Tony starts poking and prodding at his sides.

“StOhOhOhOp!” He laughs, hoping this wouldn’t end as soon as he thought he would. But then Tony starts digging at Peter’s hips.

“AHahAh! 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵” He stops, his jaw hanging wide open while also smiling. And Bucky is just laughing his ass off in the back.

“Thahahat is a nehehew souhond.” Peter lies there with his face as red as a tomato. Giggles still spilling out of his mouth.

“Sh-shuhut uhup man!” He says while pushing his face. Bucky stops recording and runs away still laughing,

“Saham! Hey Samhm!”

“Noho! Mr.Stahark get ohoff so I can get hihim!” Peter laughs, trying to get up.

“Sorry, no can do.” He says, then starts digging into his sides.

“NoHoHo! Mr.StAHahark!” Tony ignores him and keeps going.

“You stihill haven’t told me whyhy you can into my lahab!” He laughs, making Peter cover his blushy face.

“Dohont cover your cuhute little fahace!” He says, then tickling his underarms.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He really didn’t want to tell him why since he was so embarrassed, plus he didn’t really want this to end either.

“You gonna tell me why now?” But then again, he couldn’t STAND the teasing.

“OKAYAY OKAYAY ILL TAHAHAHALK!” Tony stops, looking at him with a teasing questioning look. Peter lays there giggling trying to catch his breath.

“Ihi just.. wahanted attention…” He whispered the last part.

“What was that?”

“I wanted attention!” He yells, with bright blush on his face. Tony chuckles with an adored look on him.

“You could’ve juhust asked bahambino.” He lets up, with Peter covering his face in a tiny ball.

“You have nohothing to be embarrassed about Pete.” He smiles at him. Peter slowly uncovers his VERY blushy face.

“I didn’t wanna bug you..” He says quietly, making Tony’s heart break from adorable-ness.

“Yohou could never bug mehe bud. That’s vehery adorable.” Peter’s blush darkens.

After that, they come upstairs to find Bucky and Sam laughing at Bucky’s phone and hearing Peter’s loud laugh coming from it. God, they were gonna tease him so bad for this.

FINALLY FUCKING DONE! AFTER MONTHS.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

this is an IronFam prompt !

so basically the boys are being stubborn and both refusing that they are ticklish. Tony pins them both and proves them wrong

He's Ticklish

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Sorry this one has taken so long to write Anon 🥲❤️ Thank you for your patience, and I really hope you enjoy ❤️ :))

When Tony had made his way into the living quarters of the Avengers tower, he had not expected to be greeted by a screaming match.

"You're way more ticklish than me!"

"Wha-? No! One squeeze to your knees and you're done!"

"No!" There was the sound of a shove. "I could squeeze you anywhere and you'd crumble."

"Hey!" Another shove.

"Don't push me!"

"Then don't you push me!"

Tony found the two in Peter's room wrestling each other to the ground. "Hey!"

Both boys ignored Tony.

The older scientist huffed and stepped over to the two. He grabbed each of them by the collar of the shirt and yanked them apart. "Knock it off! Both of you!"

Peter pointed a finger at Harley. "He started it!"

"I did not!" Harley snapped back.

As the two tried to grapple with each other, Tony pulled them farther apart. "Okay, try again."

Harley glared at Tony. "Spider kid won't admit he's ticklish!"

The scientist deadpanned. "Seriously?"

"It's Spider man!" Peter lunged toward Harley. "And I'm not ticklish! You are!"

Harley grappled with Peter's hands. "No!"

Tony yanked them further apart. "Enough!"

Both sides feel silent.

"You two are seriously arguing over whether or not the other . . . is ticklish?"

"No!" Peter replied.

Tony gave him a look.

Harley huffed. "We're arguing because Peter is a liar!"

"I'm not ticklish!"

Tony sighed. "So you are arguing over whether or not the other one is ticklish."

"No we're not!" Both boys exclaimed.

The older scientist huffed. "You do know there's an easy way to settle this, right?"

"Yeah. Peter stops lying."

"No you stop lying!"

With a tug on each of their collars, Tony hefted the two boys toward Peter's bed. "Nope."

Both Peter and Harley stumbled forward as they were dragged along to the bed.

"What are you doing Tony?" Harley exclaimed.

"Ending this argument once and for all." The older scientist chucked Harley onto the bed.

The older teen landed on his back. "Oof!"

Peter squirmed. "Don't put his smelly butt on my bed!"

Tony scooped up the squirming teen and chucked him onto the bed as well.

"Ack!"

The older scientist then climbed onto the bed and pinned both boys with his legs.

"Tony! What are you doing!" Harley exclaimed.

The older scientist leaned forward. "Both of you are ticklish."

"He's the one who's ticklish!" Harley added.

Peter pointed at the older teen. "No! He is!"

"Enough!" Tony silenced the two then turned to Harley. "Pick a number between 1 and 10."

The older teen furrowed his eyebrows together. "What?"

"Pick one."

"I---I don't know! . . . Seven?"

Tony then turned to Peter. "Pick a number between 1 and 10."

Peter turtled into his shoulders. "F-five."

"The correct answer was nine." The older scientist attacked the teen's sides. "You loose."

Peter shrieked in surprise then broke into laughter. "What ahare yohou doihing!"

"Ha!" Harley smirked. "I knew you were ticklish!"

Tony turned to the older teen and dug into his sides next.

"Ah! N-no! T-tony!"

Peter smirked. "Nohow who's ticklihish?"

Harley wanted to retort, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth, all that would come out would be giggles.

Then Tony rudely dug into his armpits.

"NAH! TONY!"

While the older teen cackled, Peter chuckled at him. "Sehee? Yohou ahare tickliIIISH!"

The teen's retort was broken by his own squealy laughter as Tony dug into his armpits.

Meanwhile, Harley caught his breath. "Noho, yohou're tickliIHISH! NAAH!"

As soon as the words started to leave the older teen's mouth, Tony switched over to tickling his thighs. In response, Harley shrieked and kept trying to tug his legs out of their pinned position.

On his right, Peter lightly giggled as he caught his breath. "Noho yohOOOOU! WHYHYHYHY?"

Once the words had started to leave Peter's mouth, Tony wormed a hand under him so he could latch onto the back of the younger teen's ribs. This made Peter arch to the side and shriek! Tony was playing dirty.

Harley caught his breath.

While Tony kept tickling Peter, he just looked over at the older teen.

Harley glared. "He's the ticklish oOOONE! NOHOHO!"

Tony immediately switched to blowing raspberries into the older teen's stomach.

Meanwhile, Peter sagged into the bed.

After a moment, Tony lifted his head and just looked at the two boys. Both of whom were incredibly quiet.

"Now." Tony lowered his chin to look down at the two. "Who's ticklish?"

Immediately, the two pointed at each other and, at the same time, exclaimed, "He is!"

The phrase hung in the air for a second before Tony attacked.

The older scientist started blowing raspberries into Peter's stomach while his hand attacked Harley's thigh at the same time. The amount of shrieking and high pitched giggly threats filling the room made it sound like the two teens were being murdered by the scientist instead of tickled by him.

After a bit, Tony switched.

He dug his fingers into Peter's armpit while his other hand dug into Harley's ribs. The switch made both boys squeal in surprise.

Once he was certain both boys were tickled silly, the older scientist paused his attack and lowered his chin again. "Again, who's ticklish?"

Both Harley and Peter looked up Tony. They stayed absolutely quiet.

In response, the older scientist leaned forward a bit.

Peter got a bit of courage. "He---."

Tony rushed his head toward the younger teen's neck.

"AHEE!" Peter quickly turtled into his shoulders. "I AM!"

The older scientist froze, mere inches from the younger teen's neck. "What was that?"

Peter stayed tensed. "Ihi aham! Ihim ticklihish!"

"Good," Tony replied as he lifted his head.

"But so ihis he!" Peter immediately blurted out.

Tony dug into his side. "Are you Harley?"

"Ack! Noho!"

The older scientist paused. "Who are you?"

"Ihim Peteher."

"And?"

"Ahand Ihim ticklihish!"

"Yes." Tony then set his sights on Harley.

The older teen shrugged. "He ihIIS! WAITWAITWAIT!"

The older scientist froze with his face resting in the crook of Harley's neck. "Who's ticklish?"

"Me!"

"Who are you?"

Harley pressed his hand against Tony's forehead. His breath and facial hair was tickling already tickling his neck without him even moving!

The older scientist then dragged his head a half inch.

"AH! Ihim Harley!"

Tony paused again. "And?"

"Ahand . . . ."

Tony took in a deep breath.

"AND!" Harley pushed more on Tony's head. "Ahand Ihim ticklish!"

"Good." The older scientist lifted his head. "So, you two going to fight anymore?"

Both boys immediately shook their heads.

Tony moved off of the boys. "If I hear any more arguing, I will tickle you both silly. Do you understand?"

"Yes sihir," Peter replied.

Harley nodded. "Understohood."

"All right." Tony headed toward the door. "Have fun you two."

For roughly 10 seconds, the tower had complete silence. Then, just as Tony thought the two were finally getting along, he heard it.

"Tony is ruthless."

"Yeheah." There was some rustling as Peter moved. "Guehess we shouldn't have arguhued."

"Yeah." More rustling could be heard before Harley said "Could have all been avoided thohough."

"It could have." There were sounds of feet padding across the room as Peter added, "If you hahad juhust beheen honest from the stahart."

The footsteps froze. "Are you saying this was my fault?"

"You're the one who started denying first."

"No way!" The footsteps reappeared. "That was you!"

"Nuh-huh!"

"Yes! You started this whole thing!"

"No you started it!"

"No you!"

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

[valiantphantomangel]

Could you do a story where Y/N Is tony starks kid and is a total mini tony has his sarcasm and attitude buts it’s been getting worse then usually so he has to take matters into his own hands and twords the attitude out of them (playful twords everywhere and maybe some chasing 👉👈)

If you don’t want to do it I totally understand ❤️

Hey Teddy:) sorry it took so long, writes block was a real pain but I'm back.

I hope you like it 💜

You were sitting in the avengers tower living room, playing a game on your phone with music blasting in your ears.

Suddenly a slap was delivered on the back of your head and you turn around, seeing your Dad Tony stark standing there with a grin.

"What was that for"?! You yell with a pout as you rub the back of your head.

"you weren't listening and aren't you a little to old to pout"? He chuckled

"Aren't you a little to old to play superhero" you say with a mischief grin and turn back to your phone.

"Careful there young lady, i might just have to TICKLE that attitude out of you" Tony whispered in your ear knowing that you were ticklish by your ear.

"Oh really? I could easily escape you old man" you giggled.

It was silent for a while until you heard a whisper against your ear "You have five seconds to run"

You didn't need to be told that twice, you jumped up from the couch and ran down the halls of the tower.

Giggling madly you heard Tony coming closer, the pounding of his footsteps only made you run faster as you slide around a corner. The lab doors came in view and you knew you could just lock yourself in there until your Dad went on his way again.

You almost made it to the doors when two pairs off arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against Tony's chest.

"Gotcha" Tony said with a grin and traced his fingers over your ribs.

You were already giggling and tried to wiggle free but to no success, he wrestled you to the ground and sat on your legs to pin you to the ground. He immediately went for one of the worst spots.

Your underarms.

"Your such a Jerkhihihi nohahahahh" you squirm around in his arms as you giggle madly.

"There are those sweet giggles of yours" Tony said with a grin and tasered your sides with both hands.

You threw your head back as your giggles went to full on belly laughter "YOUR EVIL"!!

"I know" he chuckled darkly and traced a finger over your belly.

"hihihi" your laughter calmed down a little so you could breath, giving you one chance to escape.

So that's what you did, you wiggled around in Tony's arms but he was already faster then you, he lowered you to the ground and sat down onto your upper legs to pin you down.

"Your not going anywhere you little troublemaker" he said with a smirk and turned around on your legs so he was facing your feet.

"Don't you darHAHHAAHA DADHAHAHAH NOHIHIHI" you laughed your head off and trashed around as he scribbles over the sole of your feet.

"What's the matter? Can't handle a little tickling" Tony said with laugh and switched to scribble his fingers under your knee caps.

"OKAY OKAY I'M SORRYHAHAHAHA" you laughed loudly and kicked out your feet.

"You promise not to call me a old man again"?

"I PROMISHIHIHIHI"!

He scribbles one more time under your knees and then got off of you "Your adorable" Tony said with a soft smile.

"and your evil" you giggled and curled up in a ball to get rid of the ghost tickles.

"Aww you love me" he said in a sing song voice and pulled you to your feet.

"Yeah i do, love you Dad" you smiled and Tony hugged you tightly.

"Love you too, Teddy bear" he smiled and kissed the top of your head.

Tony stark may be a genius, billionaire, Playboy, philanthropist. But he was also your Dad.

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

[hellsite-hall-of-ex-girlfriend]

me and my lovely Madame Curator have been discussing A Christmas Carol and i have come to but one conclusion:

Ebenezer Scrooge should date Mr. Grinch, but only after he breaks up with Tony the Tiger

[gigglz]

Alright so i have some motivation to write a tword fic!!! Yipeeee!! But i dont know what characters to write for!! :( help!! The other poll on my profile is going to be the lee! poll!!

[blue-little-angel]

MAMBA X WYATT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEEEEEEEG YOUUUUUUU

🏀-anon

°•|Hope your day is as great as you are|•°

Fandom: Baskup

Lee: Mamba

Ler: Wyatt

It was a typical Saturday evening at Mamba and Wyatt's apartment. Mamba was lounging on the couch browsing his phone, while Wyatt fussed about in the kitchen preparing dinner.

As Wyatt stirred the pasta sauce, he heard Mamba grumble from the other room. "Can you believe that girl at the store again? Flirting with you right in front of me." Wyatt chuckled to himself. He loved how jealous Mamba would get, even though he had no real reason to be. Wyatt only had eyes for his bratty boyfriend.

After finishing up in the kitchen, Wyatt emerged holding two plates of pasta. He set them on the coffee table then plopped down right next to Mamba on the couch, maybe a little closer than necessary. Mamba shot him a side-eye but didn't move away.

"Aww don't be jealous baby," Wyatt cooed, throwing his arm around Mamba's shoulders. Mamba muttered something unintelligible but Wyatt could see the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. He decided to push things further.

Gripping Mamba's side, Wyatt's fingers began dancing lightly over his ribs. "You know you're the only one for me," he said in a kind caring tone as Mamba squirmed beside him. A chuckle escaped Mamba's lips which only spurred Wyatt on. His tickling increased in intensity, squeezing Mamba's waist as he doubled over with laughter.

"W-Wyatt...s-stop!" Mamba pleaded breathlessly between giggles. But Wyatt was having too much fun tormenting his oh-so-ticklish boyfriend. He slid his hand up under Mamba's shirt now, raking fingers across the bare skin of his stomach and sides.

Mamba's laughter reached a pitch Wyatt had never heard before as he writhed helplessly on the couch. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes but Wyatt didn't let up. Finally, when Mamba looked about ready to pass out, Wyatt showed mercy and slowed his tickling touches to gentle caresses.

Mamba lay there panting, cheeks flushed pink. His expressive green eyes met Wyatt's dark ones, and although he wouldn't admit it, Wyatt knew Mamba liked this kind of playful attention. He leaned in and kissed the pout from Mamba's kiss-swollen lips. "I love you, my little snake. Now let's eat before the pasta gets cold!"

After catching his breath, Mamba begrudgingly followed Wyatt to the kitchen table, rubbing his still-tingling sides. Though he tried to maintain a grumpy facade, Wyatt could see the fondness in Mamba's gaze. They sat and began eating, exchanging playful banter as usual.

Under the table, Wyatt traced light circles on Mamba's thigh with his finger, smirking when it made the other boy squirm. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" Mamba groused. But inside, he was happy for these little intimate moments with Wyatt.

Later that night, curled up together on the couch watching a movie, Wyatt played with Mamba's dreadlocks. His fingers massaged tiny circles into Mamba's scalp, eliciting a content hum. The blonde always knew exactly how to relax Mamba's stressed mind and soul.

As the movie played, Wyatt caught Mamba stifling several yawns. "Tuckered out from all that laughter earlier?" he teased. Mamba mumbled a retort but his eyes were already drifting shut. Wyatt smiled softly and pulled his sleepy boyfriend closer, nestling Mamba's head in the crook of his neck.

It wasn't long before Mamba's breathing evened out in sleep. Wyatt placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, filled with warmth for this prickly, sarcastic man he loved. He hit play on the movie once more, content to hold Mamba as he dreamed. And he might use some tickles to wake up his lovely sleeping beauty~