#irondad fam

[idk-bruh-20]

(I'm not back sorry y'all, just saw we were due for a reminder)

[kitcat992]

@spiderwoman-14 Thank you a million times over for sharing your beautiful talent with the use of this series. (I'm crying so hard I'll probably throw up. holy shit.) You're going to do A LOT of cool stuff with this skill, I can tell. And I'm so utterly blessed you chose these stories as one of your ways to be creative. It's amazing, and to see the way you animated and brought to life the plots of these books...wow. Just, wow. Thank you so much. (I'm going to treasure this until the day I die. This is SO freaking cool)

[callie-caje]

The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol

Summary: Peter has been struggling with the death of his mentor, but even from beyond the grave Tony always knew how to help.

OR

A little fic about Tony leaving Peter a private video message like everyone else got in Endgame.

Read below the cut!

Kudos to the discord for putting up with my angst 💜 @sunsetuniverse @superherotiger @lunasquared

It had been a few weeks since Peter had left the lakehouse with a chunk of his heart missing, he knew time was passing but it was flowing on without him.

He could tell from May's anxious looks and frequent phone calls to Happy and Miss Potts that they were concerned, but he wasn't sure what he could do about it.

One moment he was on Titan with Mr. Stark and then he was dust. The next he was being dragged through a portal to a battle full of aliens and heros and Mr. Stark was on his knees as he snapped.

Peter had heard the click of his fingers, he had felt the vibrations as a sense of rightness seemed to click. 

He remembered pleading with Mr. Stark and Rhodey and Pepper holding him close as everyone gathered around his mentor as his eyes closed and Peter's heart shattered.

He remembered and continued to see it every night when he closed his eyes as Mr. Stark's final moments greeted him on repeat as he dreamt.

--

It had been another few weeks of Peter floating through their new apartment before May suggested he head to the Lake House with Happy for the weekend. Peter knew the adults were concerned, but he didn't have it in him to care. 

The drive was long and Peter could see as Happy kept starring at him in his rearview mirror, eyes full of concern. But, Peter ignored them and continued to stare out the window as the drove down the highway and cars raced past them.

Before he knew it they were pulling off the highway and onto the country roads Peter knew would lead to the lake and the cabin.

Peter wondered if he would view the place differently if it wasn't where he had said his final goodbyes to Mr. Stark, if he had known it before when it's inhabitants were full of life and not missing their final piece.

Alas, he would never know.

--

Peter might not have been enjoying his time at the cabin, but it was certainly better at keeping him distracted compared to his apartment. Here, Morgan was always asking him to play monster or color in her new coloring books.

But, it was once the lights were dimmed and Morgan was in bed that the bearest smile graced his lips.

When he had arrived, Pepper had extended an invitation to Tony's lab and said Peter was welcome to anything in there.

Lab time with Tony was familiar, a comfort, so once night arrived and his eyes had refused to stay closed Peter had decided to see what the lab had to offer. 

Pepper had warned him that it was nothing like the Tower or Compounds lab and that this was more like an elaborate garage, but Peter's interest was still spiked for the first time in weeks.

As he tip toed down the steps and was faced with the glass door to enter all Peter could do was smile. The garage had tools scattered all over with a car Tony must have been in the middle of restoring pushed off to the side. The workbenches were full of blueprints and models with no sense of organization.

Entering his code and stepping inside Peter let out a breath.

It felt in a little ways like coming home.

For awhile Peter wandered the garage and glanced over everything Tony had left incompleted and scattered. As he approached the back wall he noticed it was more than a wall, it was a display. Inside was his first suit stood proudly on display like a memorial. It was full of tears and scorch marks and Peter let a few sudden tears roll down his face.

Why did Mr. Stark keep it, he thought, he could have sworn he'd hrown it away after the fight with the Vulture.

Looking closer, Peter can see that it isn't only his old suit on display, it also looks like a few new ones are too. The whole wall is full of both old and new Spider-Man suits and Peter isn't sure how to feel.

Why had he kept making him suits even after he was gone?

"Friday?" He asks, hoping the AI will be able to provide some answers.

"Hello Peter," She greets him, her steady voice echoing across the unusually silent lab. "You have a message from Karen, would you like me to connect her for you?"

Peter stays quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say. What message could Karen have for him, he hasn't used the suit since the battle.

"Uh, sure," He says, taking a seat on a nearby stool.

"Hello Peter," Karen says, her voice full of her usual warmth but lacking her normal cheer. 

"What's the message Karen?" Perer asks, cutting straight to the point.

"The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol released a video message from Mr. Stark for you, would you like me to play it now for you?"

Once more, Peter froze. A message from Mr. Stark? He knew that before the funeral there had been some sort of will read for Tony's family, but no one had told him about it so he had assumed it wasn't meant for him. Had Mr. Stark left him a message afterall?

Unable to speak, Peter just nodded his head. Friday must have picked up his movements with her sensors as moments later a hologram is emitted from one of the holotables and Peter is once more face to face with his mentor.

"Hey kid," Tony greets, his eyes seeming to unknowingly meet Peter's. "We have a crazy plan, one that will hopefully end with you in my arms and us marathoning the new Star Wars in no time.

But, just in case I wanted to make a little video should something get screwed up. The most important thing for me to tell you is this: I love you. Getting to know and mentor you was one of the greatest privleges of my life and I cannot believe the kid you have grown into. You are going to go on and do incredible things, I just know it. You are smart and brave and kind and the world is lucky to have you Peter Parker, I'm lucky to have you. You are so increibly good and I hope that never changes. You deserve happiness Peter, please remember that.

And, whatever happens at this battle it isn't your fault, if you are seeing this then I am probably gone, but I want you to know I don't regret it for a second. It's been over five years since I lost you and my heart still hasn't recovered. With this plan I'm going to fix it and bring you back, no matter what it takes.

So, kid, I love you and don't ever forget it." 

With those final words the hologram froze and tears came rushing down Peter's cheeks.

Peter wasn't sure what he was going to do next, he wasn't sure how he was going to tell Pepper about the message come morning, but one thing he did know was the crack in his heart may not have been erased completely, but the littlest bit of it had begun to heal with Tony's final message.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

I've started posting the last installment of my  Fostering Hope Series

Part 10: Stark Shift by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated T | Chapters 1/2 | Non-Verbal Peter Parker, Foster Care AU, Adoption

Summary: An adoption date has been set, leaving Peter with a lot of mixed emotions. He has a lot to work through in the time leading up to what will become one of his life's most significant moments.

Slowly, Peter read the letter. It was a court date for his adoption to be finalized. In less than two weeks time, his last name would shift to the middle and a new surname tacked to the end. He’d be Peter Benjamin Parker Stark. A frisson of excitement zipped up his spine. At the same time, a twinge of sadness made itself at home in his chest. The adoption would make Tony and Pepper his official forever family. At the same time, the connotation of the proceeding wasn’t lost on him. It was a vivid reminder of his first family, all of whom were laid to rest: his mother, his father, his aunt and uncle. His eyes watered without his permission; a bizarre combination of elation and grief.

[retro-memo]

When you have two different fandoms fully intent on causing emotional damage to you and you haven't even finished your morning coffee.

[illusionaryworldliver]

Like father like son.

(￣ △￣)〜

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Hi to those who messaged and tagged me! :)

Nice to hear from you all. I just replied! Haha. Sorry, I haven't really been checking my orig tumblr handle so I missed your messages/tags/replies. I only saw them just now. But I appreciate them all and would love to hear from you to talk about fandoms hahahaha.

Have a great day! :)

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #135

Fic where LOTS of different Peter Parkers meet up, just like in the pointing part of the Across the Spiderverse trailer 

Only...the fic is collaborative. All the different Peters are the different fanfic writers' versions of him!

[kitcat992]

Identity Within - Chapter 13 - Unlikely Alliance (PREVIEW)

“You have to be shittin’ me!”

Clint’s frustration wasn’t just heard in his shout. The loud smack of his hand bounced throughout the room; his palm struck the table he sat at, disrupting the lingering, ongoing silence that came from their collective focus.

It drew attention from everyone but Tony.

“Not a damn thing! I’ve been stifling through footage for hours, and not a damn thing!” Pushing himself away from the computer, Clint let the wheels of his chair take him halfway across the room — passing by Mantis on the way, still sitting cross-legged on the floor. He paid her no mind. “Facial recognition hasn’t found anything even remotely close to him, the entire state of New York is coming up empty—”

“Coming up empty for Peter, yes,” Rhodey curtly interrupted, looking up from his own monitors and locking eyes right on Clint. “For Norman, no. So you keep looking.”

There was a gravity in Rhodey’s tone that said everything he didn’t need to. A gravity that Tony had scarcely heard before — and standing off to the side of the room, with his back against the wall and his forehead heavy in his hand, Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to think back on the times he’d heard his friend sound so grim.

The situation shook his bones, seized his muscles — he couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the same haunting, indelible reality. The same one that he’d been fighting against all year, the same one he’d been fighting to protect Peter against—

It was happening.

This was happening.

Tony suddenly pinched at the bridge of his nose, hard, and swallowed a mouthful of reflux that came surging up his chest.

Osborn had gotten to him.

This was real, and it was happening.

They all worked swiftly, urgently. But when Thor had returned to the compound empty-handed of answers, and Strange still struggled with magic that was supposed to surpass them all — well, Tony fully understood why Rhodey sounded how he did.

Every minute was critical. And the minutes were passing by quicker than they could work.

“There’s no telling how Osborn got to the church.” Clint wasn’t oblivious to the Colonel’s tone. Still, his frustrations showed. “The last any camera picked up on him, he’d entered the F.E.A.S.T shelter one week ago, and it’s only safe to assume that’s him leaving exactly forty eight minutes later.” A finger pointed to the further monitor ahead, and he kept it there for some time. The tremble was almost noticeable. “You try keeping tabs on every person in New York who looks like that — that, right there, is your average vegabond drifter! I’ve got a five hundred and sixty eight results that come up for each minute of the day when trying to narrow down facial recognition to that! The man went off the damn radar, he’s as a good as gone!”

“Keep looking,” Natasha didn’t spare Clint from the obstinacy in her voice. It was a feat she could speak at all, with her focus unbreakable on the multiple different screens that she watched. Her eyes darted them without delay. “As long as Rhodey keeps these firewalls down, you have unlimited access to every red light camera, traffic camera, speed camera—”

“—and they’ve all got nothing, Nat!” Clint threw his frustration right back at her. He wheeled his chair in the opposite way, rolling back to the computers ahead — though not eager to get back to the task at hand. “We can’t pin-point Osborn when he looks like every homeless bum wandering around in the city, and that parking garage was the last place any camera picked up on Peter—”

“Recognition algorithm for identify facial features complete,” FRIDAY’s voice announced from above. “No results found.”

Across the room, Tony managed to bury his head even deeper into the palm of his hand. His fingers massaged the temples of his forehead with enough force to fracture his skull into a dozen tiny pieces.

“Try again.” Tony didn’t even look up when speaking to his AI. It wasn’t the first time he made the request. But each time he did, he prayed it would be his last.

Clint, once again, let his frustrations show — this time in the sound of a low-throated growl that overtook each keystroke his fingers rapidly made. The screens changed as he multi-tasked, typing and clicking with a nearby mouse, the haste of their situation evident in his every move.

“Maybe he vanished,” Sam suggested, twisting his chair around to face the others across from him. Only a few looked his way. “You think we have another Mysterio on our hands?”

Of the few still standing, it was Thor who turned to look at Sam — a confused furrow to his brow highlighting the unfamiliarity behind his eyes.

“Mist-tier-io,” Thor repeated, slowly — curiously. He looked to Tony, and then to Steve; both close enough to one another that he didn’t need to turn far when sparing each a passing glance. “This creature you speak of sounds very odd.”

Sam couldn’t hold back his scoff. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“There’s other possibilities,” Natasha sounded from the opposite side of where Sam was stationed. She spun her chair around, just slightly, somehow keeping one eye on the screens while she looked to the others scattered about the room. “Peter’s phone was found on the fifth floor of the Main Street parking garage. The last any camera had him, it was the fourth floor. According to the blueprints of the garage, there’s a blind spot in the turn leading up to that level. And there’s no camera’s in the stairways.”

Standing with his arms firmly crossed against his chest, Steve gave Natasha his full attention, a deep frown looking like confusion that was masquerading his concern.

Natasha knew him well enough to see that concern a mile away.

“If Norman purposefully went for dead zones, it would make sense why they both went off the radar,” she spoke what they both didn’t want to hear.

“Clever son of a bitch,” Sam muttered underneath the clacking of his keys. He pressed firmly on the spacebar before turning his chair to face Natasha. “Escape down the stairway, hide his face from any facial recognition, take Peter away from street camera’s — make a getaway, essentially creating a ghost trail. He knew what he was doing.”

Natasha looked to Sam, her brow arched high. “He planned what he was doing.”

Steve took a deep breath in and dipped his chin low, the drop of his shoulders practically taking his gaze down to the floor.

He really didn’t want to hear that.

He tried not to let his stress show, especially with Tony so close — he refused to let the man out of his sight, even if all he was doing had been leaning up against the wall, with his head buried so deep into the palm of his hand that it was a feat he could breathe at all.

It wasn’t that he was worried Tony would go and run off on his own — it was that he wanted to make sure the man knew he didn’t have to. Even if that meant never leaving his side to make that known.

Steve tried to stay composed, but even he couldn’t deny that the weight of what could be ahead of them made the daunting task of leadership chew away at his reserves.

Looking behind him to Tony, he quickly forced himself to pushed those feelings aside.

“Recognition algorithm for identify facial features complete,” FRIDAY’s voice was laced heavy with her Irish accent, and sounded no different than the few minutes that she spoke before. “No results found.”

Tony barely moved at her announcement — didn’t respond, didn’t look up — the muscles in his knuckles flexed as he squeezed at his temples, but it was all he did.

Steve noticed it.

It was less than five steps separating them. Steve was speaking before he even made three.

“We’re not going to let anything happen to him, Tony,” he insisted, reassuringly, with a tone as hard as rocks.

Suddenly, Tony shot his head up; a scoff shaking his back so hard, it pushed him right off the wall.

“There are times when you astound me with your nativity, you know,” he easily responded, smooth enough that it was almost impossible to tell he was fighting for control — of what, exactly, didn’t matter. It was clear he just needed it, any sense of control he could get his hands on.

Everyone kept working around them, determined — dedicated. But so far, they came up with no answers. Just more questions that were starting to push Tony to the brink of his patience.

Steve frowned. He could tell.

“We knew this was ahead of us with Peter,” he said, seriously, firmly, right to Tony’s face. “All of us, we’ve all been preparing for this.” Steve took another step forward, his dress shoes hitting the floor with resolute. “And we’re all prepared to do whatever it takes to make sure Norman doesn’t harm him in any way. You have my word on that.”

For what it was worth, Tony met his look — his eyes stayed as hard as Steve’s, the fear that painted his expression one that Steve wasn’t fond of seeing.

“Right…right —” Tony swiped at his nose, quickly. “Like all the people who’ve been involved in OsCorp���s experimentations?”

Tony, no different then Natasha, also wasn’t afraid to speak what no one wanted to hear.

Even Clint looked uncomfortable at what had finally been vocalized, turning back to his monitor without any remark.

Meanwhile, Tony didn’t break his attention away from Steve.

Steve didn’t look away from him, either.

“The Mysterio’s, the rock android’s, the re-assembled, violently programmed Chitauri bombs.” Tony took a step forward, closer to where Steve stood. “How about those unsuspecting, hung up of some quick cash college students who found themselves electrocuted until they became farm grown vegetables? Or the outright revolting archives of Experiment X that I saw first hand — or, I know, how about the symbiote project—”

“Stop,” Steve firmly interrupted. He shook his head, hard. “You can’t think like that—”

“—for all we know, the kid’s strapped to a table right now being dissected like a frog,” Tony choked out, forcing the words to sound through a throat that was tightening by the second. “Osborn knows what he needs — now he has it. And there’s no telling what he’ll—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Quill wasn’t shy in interrupting what was clearly a tense conversation.

He made his way towards Steve and Tony, both whipping their heads over to face him — Tony far more agitated than Steve — but not even that got Quill to slow down his footsteps.

“You guys haven’t mentioned that this fella of yours tortures people,” Quill, for once, sounded serious in tone — even as he made a face that crinkled his brows into one long line across his forehead. He shook his head while quickly marching forward. “Not awesome, man.”

Tony couldn’t have thrown Quill a more wild expression if he had tried, with his eyes wide enough that they were a threat to fall out of their sockets and down to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he stressed, each word tighter than the last, “was I talking to you!? Does this involve you!?”

Tony’s shout could’ve echoed the R&D room, if the noises from computers and machinery didn’t already sound over their own voices. The video footage kept playing and keys continued to clack on, and each minute they stood around agitated his nerves harsher than the last. He could feel himself starting to crack at the seams.

“Dude!” Quill returned Tony’s look with his own — somewhat insulted, but still sincere. “It’s kinda hard to mind your own business when people are talking about other people being experimented on!” Quill pointed a finger firmly against his chest. “I’m part people, I kinda care about that!”

A inquisitive hum sounded not far behind Quill.

“That is right,” Drax spoke up, staying in the corner where he sat away from the others, sitting on a stool that hunched his body forward. “You are half weakingly. I forgot this about you.”

[kitcat992]

GORGEOUS! A work of art. When I see this, I immediately go back to Peter's nightmare/complete infection from Identity Crisis, Chapter 13: Into The Abyss

P̵͇͑͐̇̑̅̊̈́̈́̈̾̐̚͠͝e̶͔̘̱̥̰̣̭̪̤̙̻̲̲̓͊͑̈́͝ͅt̵̮̯̺̮̘̖͔̟̺͋̎̿͊̃͗̈̈́ͅe̸̢͓̞̐̆́̌̓̍̐̈̆͋r̵͙̫͎̦̙̦̳͗̓͋̐̓́̽̿̅̋̈́̐̓̓…̴̨̪̟̯̮̤̰̫͎̫̱̈̅̓ͅ

P̸̢̮̖̩̍̿̈ē̵͙͉̜̦̦͆̔͂͘t̴̪̼̭̩̙͛ê̷̮͓̮̓r̵̠͙̙͚͊̇̑͂̚…̴̰͕̩̈́̑̔̚

It’s hot. Burning. His skin feels on fire, his insides boil and blister away in the heat.

It feels wrong.

It feels like death.

A̶r̶e̷ ̴y̵o̷u̵ ̶t̷h̷e̶r̵e̷?̷

He needs to breathe. He needs air — air that’s too hot, a furnace steaming inside his lungs, searing away the soft, delicate tissues of his organs — his body, his brain.

A force grabs him in an unwanted embrace, choking him, suffocating every fiber of his being.

He can’t get away. He wants to scream, to howl until his throat collapses and his windpipe caves in. No sound escapes his mouth.

W̠͕̰͍̰͚͔e̛̫̠'̢̱̪r̝̥͙͚͉e̖̜̥͚̤ͅͅ ̙h͈̬̱͕͇̫͎e̲͓̦r̠̪͇͇̙͙e̢,͎͉̗ ̨͇̹̯̻͕͚P̗̥e͚͉̳̪̯̹͟ͅt͖̪̦̮̯͞ͅe͡r͈͇͖̩

Something crawls along his skin, every inch of him exposed, vulnerable to the grease that begins to course along his body. His flesh creeps in buckled waves. The feel is sickening, repugnant. A slimy lard inching along his arms, his back, his legs. Up his neck, into his mouth.

It violates him. Chokes him. Slides along his tongue and through every open crevice of his teeth, wrapping around his jaw and holding him hostage. It trickles down his throat, unwanted, coating his esophagus in a thick layer of sludge.

He screams, gags, begs for reprieve. No sounds are heard. Nothing besides the miry, wet whispers that speak with horror.

L̗̭̟̩͙et̯̞̬͉͕̗̖ ͔̹̠̼͕u͞s̠̬̱̳͎̥̩ ̮̻͙̺̝ͅi͓͚̹͍̹̲̯n̫̱͙̭̩̼.̖

Poison consumes him, a black plague drowning and seeping into his pores, leaking out of his ears and every orifice. The substance gorges into his body, pouring into his stomach with no relent. Pumping into his intestines, defiling the nature of his physical being.

Hands clutch at the thick, oozing fluid and he pulls, tugs, yanks with every bit of strength he can conjure. Out, out — get it out, please, get it out!

W͞e̵̦̪̪̜̜̰’̦͉͇͍͙̫re̵̟ͅ ̮̰͜h͔͍̬̗̪͔͝e̙re̙̲̥̯͠ ҉͖̺̱̙͇̳f̸̟̮͍̲̗o̠͈r̯ ͈̟͔̻y̗̱̺o̧̬̥̪̺u̙̻͠,̴͉̗̥ ̬̳͠P͏̟͍̤͖̭e͓̮̫̠͚ͅț̰̦̟̬e͉ͅͅr̮̫̗̠̟͕.҉̗̦͕̘̱̭̺

His eyes swell shut, pressure building from behind his skull as the ether begins to seep out from within. It cakes his eyelashes, coalesces along his cheeks and trickles down to his nose, becoming one with the leakage that pours from his nostrils.

He tries, and tries, desperate to stop the onslaught of tendrils that grips him, the inundation of burning chemicals that befoul and shakes his core.

He screams.

No sounds are heard.

L̗̭̟̩͙et̯̞̬͉͕̗̖ ͔̹̠̼͕u͞s̠̬̱̳͎̥̩ ̮̻͙̺̝ͅi͓͚̹͍̹̲̯n̫̱͙̭̩̼.̖

L̼͘e̳̗t̛̫͎̩̫ ̷̳̖u̙̗͎s̫̩͇̞̤̼ ͔̝i͖͈̺̘̳n̠̠̤̫͡,͝ ̢̙͎̝̳͕P̜̮̪͕̭ͅe̹t͖͍e͔̥͉r.̮̩͔͓̟̮

P̴̪̤̹͓̤̫̯̩̳̠͚͈̳͟͝͡ę̵̛̳̣͖̜͖̬̟̲͈̩̳̗̬̰̦̤̦̙͖͢͡ṱ̴̸̮̺̘͙e̸̜̠͓̥͎͈͚͕̭͇̭͓͕͓̙̹͎̝ŗ̙̭̪̟̹͚͇̠͉̺̲͡.̧͎̘̣͙

P̴̻̳̪̱̙͓͙̟e̛͎̲̫̲̦̦͉̳t̶҉̮̗͈̙ͅe̸̷̪͙̫̕r͉̼͘͠ͅ.̸̞̟̼͕͈͜

P͈e̙̠t͚e͎̭r͉̱̼̖̪̻.̫̞̞

For @kitcat992

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Across Universes - 6 Times That Peter's Identity Got Revealed To The Rogues 1 Time They Already Had It Figured Out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57486769 by JAWorley Peter Parker doesn't always have the best luck when it comes to the Rogue Avengers. Sometimes, in some universes, he gets lucky, and everything goes smoothly, but for the most part, it doesn't matter which version of Peter it is facing them down. The fact of the matter is that Peter is unlucky in most universes, and so is Spider Man. OR A snapshot look into Peter's life at the moment his identity gets revealed to the Avengers either as Tony's son, adopted son, or as Spider Man. In some universes things go well, but mostly they don't. Includes field trips, Sicktember 2024 prompts, and Cozytober 2024 prompts. Words: 4632, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Unrelated Fics With Morgan Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Iron Dad, Irondad, spider son, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Iron Fam, Iron Family, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Peter Parker Whump, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Fluff and Humor, Sicktember 2024, Cozytober2024, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Good Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Peter Parker has PTSD read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57486769

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

The ironfam/irondad brain rot is real rn omg… can you give a little bit of headcannons/scenarios on how The iron fam would react with Y/N? 👉👈🥺❤️ Like tony stole another child 😂 or he had another besides morgan?

IronFam Tickle Y/N Headcannons/Scenarios

Awww @teddysterk Of course 😁

Let's see, Y/N tickles you say? 😁 I have a few ideas if you'd like to see them :) ❤️

I could totally see Tony adopting another kid and they're extremely shy and withdrawn. So to help Y/N feel more relaxed, the three Stark kids decide to tickle them as a welcome.

Second scenario is an injury based one so warning now ❤️ Y/N gets injured either during a mission or from playing around in the house. It's not super bad, so Y/N is not in a lot of pain ❤️ Maybe they twinge their ankle and while Peter is examining it he gives Y/N some tickles to cheer them up :)

Or maybe Y/N tries to tickle Peter or Harley and they take revenge. A chase around the house before Y/N is scooped up and tickled 😁

Another could be Morgan sees Y/N is upset about something, so she offers to cuddle them before wiggling her little fingers into their sides ❤️

Or a classic, since Y/N is new to the family, they don't know all of the different routines the family has. They see Tony tickle each of the kids before they go to bed and kind of feels left out but doesn't know how to say it. So they just stay quiet, but Tony notices. So when he shows Y/N to their room, he makes sure to give them a few small tickles to make them feel more included in the family :) ❤️

If you think of any others, let me know 😁

[idk-bruh-20]

I love all the ones you mentioned (especially the one where everyone thinks Peter is Tony's kid) and would also like to add:

Kidnapped Peter Parker

Kidnapped Peter AND Tony, with Peter getting tortured and Tony having to just hold him while he can

Paparazzi harass Peter because they realize he's Tony's kid. Bonus if they show up at Peter's school and Tony has to shield him through the crowd

Peter and/or Tony gets hurt, and - through clinginess, protectiveness, nightmares etc - they end up sharing the hospital bed

Peter is a genius / becomes heir to SI

Cryptid of SI: The Kid. Bonus if he fixes scientists' equations in the night

Peter is kind

Peter calls Tony "Dad" eventually!

Peter and Morgan are siblings and Peter is the Best big brother <3

Endgame AU where Peter is the one who snaps (he survives but is badly hurt)

Endgame fix-it where Tony snaps but instead of dying he just loses his arm. Then he fully commits to the stay-at-home dad lifestyle

Peter is clingy and Tony makes him feel safe. Tony is clingy because he wants to protect this kid and is terrified of something happening to him

Tony and May have a sibling-like relationship

Safe, happy Ironfam in general - Tony, Pepper, Peter, Morgan, Aunt May, Uncle Rhodey, Uncle Happy (Nebula and Harley can be in there sometimes, but lowkey I prefer when they are not in the main crew)

Not gonna lie, I'm a sucker for the "May dies and Tony adopts Peter" trope too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Outsider POV of Tony and Peter acting like father and son

Peter gets hurt on a mission and Tony freaks out

Tony gets hurt on a mission and Peter freaks out

Tony gets better at self-care because of his relationship with Peter

Peter feels protective of Tony after Siberia

Accidental biodad! Peter was Tony's intern/mentee, but by an insane stroke of luck (read: because I like it!) it turns out he's also Tony's son

Peter survives the first snap and lives with the Starks

Movie night & Peter falls asleep on Tony

I am in the mood to list my favourite ultra common irondad tropes so here we go:

Gala Gone Wrong

Peter’s classmates (mainly Flash) are befuddled when Peter swipes his ultra diamond gold iron black pass to the top floor of Avengers Tower and FRIDAY greets him by name. Bonus points if Flash bullies Peter at the tower and Tony somehow sees on the security cameras and asks Peter why he didn’t tell him he was being bullied for a sprinkle of emotional hurt/comfort.

Peter is sick. That’s it. May has to go to work and Tony takes care of him.

Peter is jealous of Morgan/Harley

Tony and Pete get into an argument and Peter leaves then gets hurt and when he wakes up in the MedBay and apologizes to Tony and then they hug for twenty minutes straight.

The Avengers think Peter is Tony’s biological kid (bonus if it’s a 5+1 fic)

HYDRA Peter Parker

Tony has a panic attack in front of Pete

Feel free to add more

[ao3feed-thor]

Meet the Family

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZUbsyOF

by notoneforreality

fuck i fucked up this wasn't supposed to be posted yet

Five times Flash meets the IronFam and one time he already knew them.

Ft. memes, savagery, and wholesome family relationships

Words: 395, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Iron Fam and Friends

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel, Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Darcy Lewis, Harley Keener, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Flash Thompson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Flash Thompson & Everyone, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Additional Tags: Irondad, ironfam, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Twitter Fic, partly, Flash meets Peter's family, part twitter fic, part prose, not quite the same canon as my last ironfam twitter fic, Identity Reveal

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZUbsyOF

[maicaly]

Hope for a miracle

Maicaly

Summary:

Tony Stark decides to hold up a charity event with North Star, an orphanage for young boys and girls in a delicate situation. What intended to be just a one-time thing changes when he meets Peter Parker, a ten-year-old boy with a weird charm and a permanent limp. He's not just any boy, thought, and Tony discovers that soon.

Thanks to Margarethe Donnell, the orphanage's head, and some luck on their side, they discover just how much they need each other.

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Another kid Peter Parker fic that includes angst, fluff and many many feelings. I'll update this fic once a week, and will have 6-10 chapters!! Hope you like it

Chapter 3 summary

Once inside of the orphanage, Tony gets to see the real Peter Parker - and he can't help but feel pleasantly surprised.

[youngbugandtonystank]

You alright? 🥺🥺

Yes, sweetheart♥

Thank you for asking.