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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Say it Loud(er)

Summary: When Tony goes before the Senate to protest an inhumane amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act, he doesn't mean to admit he loves Spider-Man on live CSPAN. Rather than recant his statement, Tony rolls with the punches and declares them married too. Now he just has to let Peter know before the press gets their hands on him.

Tags: Accidental Marriage, Public Confessions, no literally, it's mostly fluff with a little bit of spice right at the end.

Fill for Marvel Trumps Hate 2022

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To say that Tony was irritated to be in front of the Senate again was an understatement. It felt like they had just resolved the mess with the Accords, with the House and Senate adopting the Superhero Accountability Act instead. It got rid of all of the worst parts of the Accords and focused instead on reasonable accountability. It had taken Tony months of negotiations and over a year of lobbying to get the more reasonable law passed.

And now he was here again, all because Ross was capitalizing on a recent high profile case where an enhanced was the main suspect. The man hadn’t even been convicted yet but apparently, the evidence was damning enough that people were fear-mongering like they had when the Hulk first appeared. Of course Ross would jump at the opportunity and try to roll back all the good that the SAA did.

This new amendment to the SAA was a humanitarian crime and Tony wasn't going to sit back and let them undo all his hard work.

“Next to speak is Tony Stark,” a voice said, and Tony sighed again.

“Alright, Fri, let’s shut this down,” Tony murmured as he moved towards the podium.

“Knock them dead, boss,” the AI chirped in his ear. “And try not to get arrested.”

Tony smiled at that, but judging by the nervous looks around him, it wasn’t a very nice smile.

“Alright, folks, you know who I am but for those of you with dementia, I’m happy to remind you. My name is Tony Stark,” Tony said, straightening his jacket as he spoke. “Now, what you might not know is why I’m here. The amendment proposed wouldn’t affect me, as I’m not enhanced. However, it would affect someone I care a lot about. Many someones actually. So I feel it’s my responsibility to use my voice for them, as they’re unable to speak here themselves.”

Tony paused and looked around the room, Friday taking in who was paying attention and who wasn’t while also highlighting their anticipated vote. It was far too close for comfort, which was why he was here at all.

“This latest amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act barely passes the rather low bar of being constitutional and completely falls short of being moral, just, or even needed,” Tony said firmly. “One person misused their abilities, and now Secretary Ross is attempting to use the fear caused by it to rewrite the rules for a whole group of minorities that are already at risk for discrimination. A mutation or enhancement is no different than any other tool, and like a tool, it can be used for good or evil. But that doesn’t make the tool inherently good or evil, nor the people wielding it.”

Tony stopped again, taking his time to look at all of the NRA supported senators before he continued.

“Senators on this very floor have said as much about guns, and the precedence is clear. It would be hypocritical to say that enhanced or mutant individuals should be treated less fairly.”

“Now, see here, Stark, the level of destruction from a gun is nowhere near what a mutant can cause,” Senator Kelly objected.

“Really?” Tony asked, disbelief plain on his face and in his tone. “Did you forget the guns I used to build? The missiles? Hell, the Iron Man suit is arguably more dangerous than most mutants because it’s not limited by a physical body that can be strained or fatigued. It’s also not limited to a set number of abilities or skills. And yet, if I broke the law and were convicted, I’d only face jail time, not conscription to a ‘special unit’ in the military.”

“The raft was deemed inhumane, and rehabilitation is always the goal,” another senator blustered.

“Oh yes, we’ll be rehabilitating them by putting them in slightly less horrible cages and making them submit to physicals and who knows what other testing in the name of ‘quantifying their abilities to make best use of them’ all with limited oversight, after which, they’ll be thrown on the front line to die before they can complain about the situation,” Tony all but spat. “You would not, and frankly could not, do that to Iron Man, so why would you think you could do it to Spider Man? Why is Spider Man less deserving of being treated like a person even if he were to fuck up than Iron Man? Or a non-Avenger like Daredevil? You are trying to draw a line in the sand using only your fear as reasoning.”

“Mr. Stark, you would ask us to let our constituents live in fear,” Senator Clark argued. “What will you offer them when these enhanced individuals cause havoc and destruction again and again? We cannot cage them without risking the lives of others.”

“Friday, pull up prison statistics for guards injured on duty and compare the findings to current injuries for known mutants to guards on duty as well. And while we’re at it, let's pull up the data for mutant escapes after convictions and data on repeat offenders both enhanced and non. Oh and just for funsies, pull up a list of rehabilitation programs for both populations too,” Tony said, ignoring the objections as Friday took control of their projection systems and began displaying the requested information.

“Now, as you can see, Senators, there is no data to support such accusations, and frankly, even if there were, then the humane response would be to increase the literal absence of enhanced and mutant specific rehabilitation programs,” Tony said, crossing his arms and staring at the Senators like they were unruly children throwing a tantrum.

“But there’s not enough of a population to warrant those programs.” Tony pitched his voice high as he mocked them. “We don’t have the funding and other inmates need it more.”

“And that is exactly my point- enhanced are an almost non existent portion of our prison population,” Tony said quietly. “And do you know why that is? No- don’t answer, because I guarantee none of you in this room truly know. None of you will ever live in fear of being literally dissected alive just because you were born different or had some random act of god turn you into something others consider less than human. Only a few of you will know the fear of being shot first and questions asked later if at all.”

Tony let that sink in, looking around somberly as Friday changed the statistics to enhanced and mutant individuals that had gone missing or had been murdered by their families, by police, or in some cases, never solved.

“For every one of them brave enough to step forward, to put themselves out there while using their abilities to help, there are hundreds if not thousands more living in fear, and you validate their fear when you propose laws such as these,” Tony gripped the edges of the podium, willing them to understand, to pull their god damn heads out of their asses. “This amendment is discriminatory and built on a foundation of lies and fear mongering. Your actions say that you trust me, an ex-arms dealer with the moniker ‘Merchant of Death,’ to be a better person than someone like Spider Man, an enhanced who literally rescues cats from trees and helps little old ladies cross the street, simply because my DNA looks normal to you. Why am I held to a different standard than him?”

“Mr. Stark, you seem very concerned about Spider Man’s position in regards to this amendment,” Senator Ryan asked, giving Tony an unimpressed look.

“Of course, I would be concerned when someone I love is being threatened by the people that are meant to protect them,” Tony retorted then froze. He took a deep breath, pretending to regain his composure even though he was just buying himself time to think. The Senate was made up of obstinate asses, and today was no exception. They all appeared wholly unimpressed with his arguments which meant it was time to up the stakes. Tony would make it abundantly clear that he would not allow Spider-Man to be drawn into their crosshairs on a whim. With a quiet murmur to Friday to back him up, he stared down Ryan and the others.

“Of course, I’m going to care when you’re literally threatening my goody two shoes husband, who literally wouldn’t harm a fly, because you’re scared of your own shadows.”

Shock rippled through the crowd and Tony capitalized on it.

“Stark Industries won’t stand for it either. We will not support representatives, or a government that would take advantage of minorities, enhanced or otherwise, and I assuredly will not allow my husband to be put to trial for your fears. If this amendment is passed into law, we will find somewhere that will welcome Iron Man and Spider Man with open arms,” Tony said firmly.

“Are you threatening us?” Senator Kelly blustered, and Tony gave him an unamused look.

“I would have thought you people would have figured out by now that I never threaten anything,” Tony said. “I’m just nice enough to tell you the consequences of your actions in advance. You’re welcome, by the way. Now, if you don’t mind, I have another appointment to get to. I do so hope you’ll remember what I said but if not, I’m sure the recorder can give you the transcripts.”

Tony spins and stalks out of the chamber, the people in it already out of his mind as he focused on the new problem.

“Fri, marriage documentation from Wakanda, send a note to Lion-O discreetly to back us up, then file a copy with New York, have it in a pending pile or something. Also, update all of SI’s information to have Peter as my emergency contact and spouse. Put the name as Peter Parker-Stark. Update my will and everything to say spouse instead of heir.”

Tony ignored the many reporters and people trying to get his attention, heading straight for Happy and the waiting car.

“Oh, and have Rhodey as my witness and May as Peter’s.”

“On it, boss, backdating to May 4th of last year, congratulations on your nuptials,” Friday said primly as Tony climbed in the car. He snorted when he realized what the date was.

“Very funny, Fri, I’m sure Peter will approve. Although, now I have to plan an anniversary gift with barely a month of lead time,” Tony complained.

“Might I suggest you start with rings,” Friday said dryly.

“You take care of those, I have to call Peter,” Tony said as he let his head fall back for just a moment. A headache was building but it was his own fault for not watching what he said better. And he did love Peter, in his own way, so what was a little marriage between friends?

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #accidental marriage #public love confessions #marvel trumps hate

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Spider Sniffles

Summary: When Peter nearly passes out at Tony's feet, he knows something is wrong. His little spider doesn't get sick often but the Dom is quick to take care of him. And when it turns out that it could be something else, Tony's protective instincts come out to play.

Tags: Sick fic, Sick Peter Parker, SIM tony, Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, BDSM, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Peter was still Spider-man, Implications of violence, villain iron man, Darkish Tony, Dark Tony Stark, Human Experimentation all off screen though, Morally Grey Peter Parker, Tonys totally soft for Peter though, No Smut, just soft kisses, Aged-Up Peter Parker

Read on AO3 Here or down below

Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art, and @the-mad-starker for betaing.

Peter knelt at the Superior’s feet, struggling to stay upright as his head throbbed and his senses flared. Everything ached and it was all he could do to bite back his whimpers as he waited for his Dom to finish his business for the day.

“Peter?”

Peter blinked, turning his face up towards his Dom. There was a look of concern on the man’s face as Peter stared, waiting for instruction.

“Did you not hear me call you?” Tony asked as he slid a hand under Peter’s chin and turned his head side to side.

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t,” Peter replied softly, his eyes automatically dropping with embarrassment. He had been so good lately for his Sir, and here he was ruining it now because he couldn’t focus.

“Are you feeling alright, Pet?” Tony asked, and tears welled in Peter’s eyes suddenly.

Honestly he felt miserable but he also just wanted to be good and not be a burden. His throat felt tight and nothing came out when he tried to answer, so he settled for just shaking his head.

“Oh Pet.” His Dom sighed and he must have signaled JARVIS to run a scan because he was suddenly engulfed in blue light. “What’s the damage, J?”

“High fever and physiological signs of distress indicative of a severe sinus infection coupled with a cold,” JARVIS replied. “Though given his immune system, it must be a fairly strong infection to have taken hold and overcome his enhancements.”

“Alright, have Pep take or cancel my last few meetings,” Tony said, and Peter whimpered. “Nope, none of that. You’re going to the medbay so Dr. Cho can confirm J’s diagnosis, and then straight to bed with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter croaked. He tried to stand but his head spun, causing him to stumble and collapse back to the floor. Or rather he would have if his Dom hadn’t caught him, sweeping him up in a bridal carry.

Peter was in and out of it as he was taken to Dr. Cho. She ran her own tests and then gave Tony orders for Peter’s care, including the custom medicines she had designed when Tony had taken Peter as his sub. He took them without complaint, then slipped back into the dazed state from before.

It had been a long time since he had been sick, and he had almost forgotten just how miserable it was. Really all he wanted was to curl up in bed and snuggle with his dom, or barring that, a nice stuffie would do the trick.

“Alright, easy there, Pet,” Tony murmured, and Peter was confused as to why his Dom sounded so gentle and almost worried. “I know this is miserable, but it’ll be ok.”

As Tony spoke, he wiped Peter’s face, and the sub realized he’d been crying. That only made him cry more as he buried his face in Tony’s chest and whimpered. This really was the worst.

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Tony frowned as his sub grew more distressed. His little spider had toughed his way through injury and punishment with no problem, but getting sick was apparently a whole different situation. It was also worrying how quickly he had declined, as JARVIS saw no indication of illness even last night.

“J, check for anything suspicious with Peter’s food or anyone that interacted with him,” Tony said as he tucked Peter into their bed. He sat beside him, gently carding his hand through the sub’s hair. “It’s unusual enough for there to be a bug strong enough to overcome his system but no one else is sick. He’s been in the tower at my side without being exposed to even a sniffle.”

“Right away, sir,” JARVIS replied.

Tony hoped he was wrong, that it was just a virus that Peter was exposed to, but the more he thought about it, the more his gut told him this was on purpose.

“J, get Cho and Brucie Bear up here asap,” Tony said, his mind racing faster and faster as hundreds of scenarios ran through his head. “Tell them to bring their medical equipment.”

“Message delivered, sir, they’ll be here shortly.”

Tony forced himself to sit with Peter instead of pacing, constantly monitoring the sub’s breathing and other vitals even as he soothed him.

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Peter’s fever was already climbing by the time Cho and Bruce arrived.

“Take whatever samples you would for poisons and biochemical attacks,” Tony ordered as they came in. “His fever is rising quickly and this came on way to fast to be natural.”

Cho looked like she wanted to argue but she still got to work with Bruce grabbing what they needed, as well as increasing the dose of meds Peter was already on.

“I’ll have J stream his vitals to medbay,” Tony said as they were heading out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“If this isn’t natural, we’ll figure it out,” Bruce promised, and Tony nodded in response. They would figure it out and Peter would be fine. And if for whatever reason he wasn’t, then Tony would rain literal hellfire down upon whoever did this.

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As Cho and Bruce ran test after test, Tony grew more worried. Peter’s fever continued to climb and the sub became more and more delirious and clingy as it did.

“Please, sir, please,” Peter croaked as he curled tightly in a ball. “It hurts.”

“I know, Pet,” Tony said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “The doctors are working on it, I promise.”

“Sir, his temperature is reaching unsafe levels,” JARVIS said suddenly, and Tony frowned.

“What do Bruce and Cho recommend?” Tony asked, standing.

“A tepid bath or water misters with fans are the most viable options since he is no longer responding to medication,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Banner suggests the tepid bath first given how quickly he has deteriorated. He also asked me to inform you that you were right, sir. There is a very odd strain of something currently attacking Mr. Parker’s immune system, and it doesn’t look natural.”

“Any luck on finding how he was exposed?” Tony asked as he stripped Peter of his remaining clothes. “Also start the water, J.”

“I have not yet found the time of infection and have expanded my search to the day before yesterday to see if perhaps it simply had a longer incubation period,” JARVIS replied. “And the bath is already ready, sir.”

“Very well, let me know when you find anything,” Tony said, stripping his own clothes off as well. “Have Cho and Bruce alert me the minute they have anything as well.”

“As you wish, sir.”

With that, Tony picked Peter up and started heading for the bath. This was likely going to be unpleasant for the little spider, and Tony wasn’t looking forward to it either.

Peter wasn’t aware of much beyond the heat and pain until something cold shocked his system. He tried to fight and get away but strong bands held him firm while a deep voice rumbled in his ear. The pain and fugue was too consuming to understand what the voice was saying, but still it made him feel safe and he relaxed into it as much as he could.

Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a bone deep fatigue. Someone kept talking to him, a low murmur but he couldn’t understand anything, and he couldn’t get his eyes to open either.

Pain spiked and leveled then spiked again before finally unconsciousness overtook him.

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Tony didn’t panic, not since he became Superior and all of his body’s functions were regulated. However, even he would admit he felt something akin to it when Peter collapsed in his arms in the tub.

“J, call Bruce now and get me another scan,” Tony barked out, his hands automatically supporting his sub. “Is it safe to take him out of the tub?”

Light engulfed them as JARVIS scanned Peter, reading out the biometrics.

“His temperature is still too high, sir,” J concluded. “Dr. Banner recommends remaining in the tub until he arrives.”

The minutes ticked by and Tony felt the frustration build at his helplessness.

“Anything yet on determining how this happened?” Tony asked sharply. JARVIS was too used to his moods to take offense though.

“I believe I may have found something, sir, but I am backtracking the movements of the individuals in question first to confirm,” JARVIS replied, and Tony grinned sharply at the unimpressed tone. J had taken a liking to Peter early on, if only because of how much stress he helped Tony work out. Thus the AI had made it his side objective to keep Peter healthy and happy in order to keep Tony satisfied as well.

“Show me,” Tony demanded as Bruce finally arrived.

The doctor took one look at Peter before grabbing a towel.

“We need to get him to Medbay, now,” Bruce said and Tony nodded. He handed Peter over reluctantly, reminding himself that there was no one better when it came to the squishy sciences and medicine.

“I’ll meet you down there,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel to get dried. Bruce nodded and then was out the door leaving Tony to return to his task of determining who did this and how. “Bring the logs up, J, let me see who did this to my Pet.”

“Queued and ready for you, sir,” JARVIS replied, a series of screens popping up in front of him. Tony sneered when he realized who it was, already sending out the Legion to capture those who dared to touch what was his. He’d let them stew while Peter fought whatever it was, and then, when he knew the full cost of their transgressions, he take his payment from them.

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Peter woke to dimmed lights, the hum of equipment, and just a faint hint of disinfectant. His mind had no problem placing the room, as he had spent a fair bit of time here when Tony had first found him. It had been a learning experience for everyone when the bright lights, loud noises, and overly strong smells kept sending him into sensory overloads. Finally though, someone had caught on and they had created a safe haven for him to recover. Tony had saved him then, and continued to save him after, helping him heal from torture at the hands of villains that didn’t care if Spider-Man was an 18 year old orphan who just wanted to help people.

Tony had already used extremis on himself when Peter had met him, but he hadn’t had full control of the city yet. He claimed it soon after, ruling the underground with an iron fist. Peter continued as Spider-man, but it felt weird when the criminals started running away without even trying to fight.

It took him getting shot to realize what was going on. Or rather, him getting shot and the bad guy’s friend yelling at them that he was insane because Spider-Man was under Iron-Man’s protection. Peter had collapsed, only to wake up in the medbay again, the room set up for him as if he had never left.

He had wanted to be mad, to yell at Tony for taking over and controlling everything, including his work as Spider-Man. But when he woke up and found the older man standing vigil at his bedside looking disheveled, Peter found that he couldn’t stay angry. Tony had lost so much and had so little that he actually cared about, so Peter understood being protective of his precious people, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

It had been so easy to let Tony explain away his decisions in the beginning. Peter had always looked up to the man, and he’d also believed that authority figures were trustworthy. Finally though, Peter was forced to confront the truth. Tony wasn’t a good person anymore, and Peter was so in love, so happy kneeling at his feet, that he didn’t care.

There had been an adjustment period, and Peter had been reckless a few times, which was why Tony always kept this room ready for him. Plus, it was kitted out with everything Tony would need to stay with him if something happened. Like the comfortable chair his lover was currently dozing on.

“J, what happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.

“You were poisoned with a compound specifically meant to target your immune system,” JARVIS replied, equally soft. “The compound has been neutralized and your natural healing abilities have already begun repairing any damage. Sir has also already captured the ones responsible.”

“I’m not normally the one they go after with poison,” Peter couldn’t help but muse.

“Indeed,” JARVIS agreed. Then the AI seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Based on what data I can find, they seem to have taken issue with the disappearance of Spider-Man.”

“I haven’t been Spider-Man in years though,” Peter said with a frown. “Why come after me now?”

“Because they found a new Spider-Man and didn’t want to compete with you.”

Peter flinched at the cold anger in Tony’s voice. It always meant death and blood for those who had stirred his ire.

Then the words actually sunk in and he turned to Tony, incredulous.

“How could they possibly have a new Spider-Man? I killed the spider that bit me,” Peter said, confused.

“Apparently, Oscorp still had some spiders sitting around,” Tony retorted and Peter frowned.

“That’s not good,” Peter said, biting at his lip. His transformation hadn’t been pleasant and he’d survived it by pure luck. It definitely wasn’t something that people should be trying to replicate.

“Honestly, I thought I had shut them down fully, but apparently not. I’ll take care of it though,” Tony assured him, and Peter relaxed back against the bed with a sigh. “And in the meantime, you shall be on bedrest. That poison was unfortunately close to something truly deadly. Capishe?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, tilting his head up for a kiss. Tony walked over and placed one gently on his lips.

“Bruce and Cho are on their way now. They’ll check you over for me. I have a punishment to dole out in the meantime,” Tony murmured to him. “Be a good boy and rest, my love. I’ll come back for you and take you home tonight if Cho approves.”

“You promise?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. He hated seeming too needy or weak, but when he got sick it was always so hard not to want his Dom around.

“I promise, pet,” Tony said, petting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Ok, be safe then,” Peter murmured back. Tony drew him in for one last kiss, then strode out of Peter’s room.

The sub sighed and resigned himself to waiting while the Dom did what he felt was necessary. Cho and Bruce didn’t leave him alone long before bustling in to run test after test. Exhaustion crept in and he found himself falling asleep again.

He wasn’t sure how much later it was when something jostled him. His eyes fluttered open just long enough to see Tony above him before he let them drop closed again.

“That’s right, pet, just rest,” his Dom murmured, and Peter tried to bury his face against the older man. The sharp scent of iron clung to Tony, and Peter whined sleepily only to be shushed. “Just put up with it for a little, pet.”

Peter huffed but drifted back off as he was carried gently out of the medbay and back up to their rooms. Tony handled him with the utmost care that warmed Peter’s heart. He was nearly back asleep when Tony placed him carefully on their bed. The older man ran his hands through Peter’s hair but didn’t join him on the bed itself.

“T’ny?”

“Rest, pet,” Tony said firmly. “I’ll join you soon enough. Just need to clean up first.”

Peter made a curious noise and Tony chuckled.

“Let’s just say I may have gotten a little messy while making an example of them, but I’m pretty confident that no one will be dumb enough to try that again,” Tony said. “My little spider is off limits.”

Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage Tony’s more violent streak, but at the same time he couldn’t help but love knowing that Tony treasured him so much. Even if it meant that sometimes he’d kill in Peter’s name. If Peter was honest, he’d kill for Tony too.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark/peter parker #sim!tony #mafia au #villain tony stark #sickfic #or maybe something else #mind the tags #sfsummerbingo22

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #khalixa writes #Dom/sub dynamics #mental health issues Peter #unhealthy dependency to fix it #to write or not to write

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy! @starker-eternity @winterspiderpurrs

#starker #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #sim!tony stark #mind the tags

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Another lovely commission by @sausageg for my fic A Debt Paid In Soul. The fic is NFF so proceed with caution if you choose to read it.

Link to work here

#Starker #hybrid au #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #mafia au #mafia boss tony #serval Peter #Black Tiger Tony #Alpha tony #omega Peter #omegaverse

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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This was a commission that @sausageg did for me. It's part of the Into the Fire universe (though many chapters down). I was going to wait to share until I got to that point but their art is too good not to share.

You can read the first chapter of Into the Fire Here on AO3, but mind the tags. It starts off quite dark but will eventually get happy about 7-8 chapters in.

#starker #khalixa writes #tony stark/peter parker #light academia #mafia au #tony stark #peter parker #sausageg makes such pretty art you guys #I commissioned so many pictures for my fics #gonna share them 1 a day

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Doctor's Orders

Summary: Omega Peter's stress levels have gotten so high that it's starting to affect his physical and sexual health. His primary doctor prescribes sexual release as the treatment, but Peter struggles to reach his orgasm. So he goes to see a specialist, Dr. Stark, to take care of his issue.

Based on this post by @monster-cock69

Read on AO3 here

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony, Omega Peter, Intersex, intersex omega, Vaginal Fingering, med kink, Smut

Dr. Stark was a specialist. A specialist of a specialist even, because most doctors who specialized in omegas had secondary roles in pediatrics or maternity, but not Dr. Stark. He specialized in Omegas and their heat cycles, along with Omegan sexual health.

Peter had been lucky to get in with him so quickly. Dr. Strange had referred him after stress from school and finals especially had made it hard to eat, delayed his heat, and made any relief impossible for Peter to find with or without a partner. Peter was terrified something was seriously wrong but Dr. Strange had assured him that Dr. Stark would be able to help him.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he waited in the lavish patient room. It was decorated well beyond what Peter ever thought he’d see, but Dr. Stark also took pro bono cases for Omegas in financial situations like Peter’s.

Before he could work himself up too much, there was a firm knock on the door, and then Dr. Stark was letting himself in.

“Mr. Parker, I presume?” Dr. Stark asked, and Peter nodded shyly. “Alright, let’s get straight to it then. My colleague referred you to me because you’ve been having trouble reaching completion, which in turn is causing you a great amount of distress. Would you agree with that assessment?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Peter stuttered. He wasn’t normally so nervous around alphas but Dr. Stark exuded dominance like the Alpha Doms he’d seen in porn. It was nerve wracking despite the fact that the doctor hadn’t done anything yet.

“No need to be nervous or embarrassed, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark said, his tone noticeably gentler. “I’m just here to help.”

“But what if you can’t help me?” Peter whispered, terrified of the answer.

“I won’t give up if you don’t, and I have yet to have a patient I wasn’t able to help,” Dr. Stark responded firmly. “It might take unconventional methods, and it’s going to require that you trust me to do what’s right for you, but I promise we’ll get this figured out.”

Peter nodded, his eyes glued to the floor as his hands picked at his clothes nervously. He heard Dr. Stark sigh and then hands were gently pulling his face up, forcing him to look at the alpha.

“I mean it, Peter, I will fix this,” Dr. Stark said. Peter blinked away tears and nodded. The alpha seemed so confident and sure. He could only hope he was right.

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The first thing Tony always did with a new patient was find out what had already been tried. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable for every omega at first, but typically, it was easy to spot what the problem was just from their history. Whether they weren’t leaning enough into their sexual preferences or were on the spectrum for ace/aro, Tony had become the expert at determining the source of their frustration and then how to manage it. Sometimes, that meant new toys or positions to try. Other times, it meant meds to help their bodies remain healthy without any pressure for sex.

Peter Parker was an anomaly. The boy had quickly made it clear that he had tried sex with partners of every secondary gender, in a variety of positions, and even during heat, only to find little to no relief.

“Mr. Parker, I must say, you’re one of the first Omegas I’ve had where the problem wasn’t immediately apparent, but that just means we’re going to get creative,” Tony said, giving the kid a reassuring grin. “Now, do me a favor, clothes off and hop up on the table for me, will you? I’d like to do a physical to make sure everything is in working order before we start exploring therapy options.”

The omega hesitated for only a moment before stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the table.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can call one of the beta nurses in,” Tony offered but the boy quickly shook his head. That wasn’t uncommon. Most people were barely comfortable with Tony knowing they had problems, let alone more people from the office. “Alright, I’m going to check your physical responses to stimuli, so just relax, close your eyes, and try to feel.”

Tony waited for the boy to follow his instructions, then waited a few moments longer until the tension slowly eased.

“I’m going to touch your foot now,” Tony said softly before reaching out. The omega still jumped a little, but he soon relaxed under Tony’s soft massage.

To an outsider, what Tony was doing would just look like a relaxing rub down, but he was actually looking for sensitive spots that triggered a reaction in the Omega, whether squirming or slicking. Anything that might indicate sexual or sensual pleasure.

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Peter had jumped at the doctor’s first touch, but the more the doctor touched him, the more he relaxed. The hands on his legs felt nice until they reached his thigh, and then he had to fight not to push into the alpha’s touch. Dr. Stark must have noticed though because his hands paused.

“It’s important to let your body react however it wants to, Peter,” Stark said softly. “I need to know that you’re able to feel pleasure properly.”

Peter nodded and the hands continued. This time, Peter didn’t stop himself from sighing and pushing into the hands.

“There we go, you’re doing excellent,” Stark said.

The doctor’s hands continued up his body, making him giggle a little as they hit sensitive spots before making him gasp and squirm as his nipples were teased. Peter felt hot all over and more turned on than he had managed to get in the last few months, but it still wasn’t enough, and he whimpered pitifully.

“Don’t worry, little omega,” Dr. Start said, hushing him and petting his curls. “I’ll make sure you feel good at the end too.”

Hands pushed his legs up, putting his holes on display, and Peter couldn’t stop the whines that slipped out as Dr. Stark teased the outside of his cunt.

“You’re dry despite all of that,” Dr. Stark noted, his thumb rubbing carefully at the edges of his cunt. “Let’s see if we can’t stimulate it properly, but if not we’ll try a little omega lube to get you started. Sometimes you just need a little help.”

Peter sniffed and buried his face in his hands. He’d never had trouble getting wet until all of this started.

“No need to be ashamed,” Dr. Stark said as he toyed with one of Peter’s nipples again. “We just need to help your body remember what it needs to do.”

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Tony played with the Omega’s body while he continued to circle Peter’s cunt with a finger. When that didn’t work, he leaned over and started nibbling along Peter’s neck.

“Doctor?” The omega was breathless and unsure, and Tony rumbled to calm him.

“I’m just stimulating your mating glands a bit to see if we can help your poor dry hole along,” Tony said, licking along the flushed skin. “Alpha saliva is highly effective at generating a positive response.”

It was slow, but slick was finally starting to build. The alpha slid a single finger in, still nibbling on the gland and taking in the omega’s stuttered breaths.

“That’s it, such a good omega,” Tony whispered, and Peter shuddered against him. The alpha slid a second finger in, and the slick seemed to be coming a lot faster now. Each thrust of his fingers pushed the slick around, and the squelching sounds echoed in the room accompanied by high pitched gasps and whines.

Tony straightened, taking in the soft pink flush the had covered the omega’s pale skin and the dazed pleasure drunk look on his face.

“I’m surprised you haven’t come yet with how hard your little cocklette is,” Tony mused, noting the stream of precum practically spilling out. “Can you come like this for me, little Omega?”

Tony continued to stretch the omega, adding a third finger and watching as Peter’s cocklette spurted a little, but not nearly enough to be an orgasms.

“Alpha, more please,” Peter begged and Tony added a fourth finger. The sound of slick only grew louder as more and more dripped out and yet Peter still couldn’t seem to reach the relief he was looking for.

“Still not enough? That’s alright, I’m going to get a toy for you to try,” Dr. Stark said, and his hands briefly fell away.

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Peter lay panting on the examination table, eyes shut tight as he fought the urge to shove his fingers into his own cunt and prayed that the doctor would be able to make him come. The doctor pulled his legs open a little wider as he returned and Peter felt something rub against his cunt.

“Doctor, please,” Peter begged, desperate for relief.

“Be patient, Omega,” Stark said, not quite using his Alpha Voice, but with enough force behind it that Peter found himself stilling automatically. “Good boy.”

That made him shudder and whimper as Stark continued to toy with his hole instead of putting anything in. The silicon dragged against his sensitive skin, though it slid faster and faster as more of his slick coated it. Peter whined and moaned, hips thrusting up slightly against the toy.

Slowly, so slowly, Peter felt the toy push into his wet cunt. It was hard and cool but felt so good against the heat building inside. Peter moaned, trying to slide down onto it more only to be held down firmly by his pelvis. He writhed and rocked, pleasure pushed even higher by the toy. Yet, still, it wasn’t enough, and Peter started sobbing when he realized he’d find no completion again.

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Tony watched with interest as the Omega tried to fuck himself on the toy. It was on the smaller end, as good medicine dictated, but honestly, the poor thing seemed only more distraught and that panic would turn the libido off if he wasn’t careful.

“Calm, Omega,” Tony said, letting his Alpha Voice wash over the young man.

“Alpha, please, please, please.”

Tony debated grabbing a larger toy but as he pulled the small one out and started stretching the omega manually again, he realized the kid was so much more responsive to his hands than he had been the toy. Clearly, he would need an actual alpha for this, and for once, Tony was more than happy to oblige.

Without skipping a beat, Tony unbuttoned his coat and pulled his cock free from his pants, giving himself a few quick strokes to make sure he was ready. Then he slid Peter down the table so he was perfectly positioned for Tony to fuck right into.

“It’s ok, Omega,” Tony soothed. “Alpha’s going to take such good care of you.”

Tony took a moment to really take the boy in, struck by how beautiful he really was. When he had come in, the boy’s clothes had hid all of the soft curves and delicate features, but now they lay spread out before him like a feast.

He let his free hand slide along the omega’s leg as his other hand continued to stretch the boy, making sure he would be able to take him without causing any harm.

Finally he deemed everything ready and lined up his cock, pushing into the hilt in one firm thrust. The omega gave a garble moan and seized up around him, cum squirting from his little cocklette as the boy felt the relief that had been hanging just out of reach.

“Such a good Omega,” Tony murmured, continuing to fuck Peter through his orgasm. “That’s one, but I think we both know you’re going to need more than that.”

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Peter whimpered at Dr. Stark’s words, pliant in his hold as Stark kept rocking into him. The scent of sex, slick, and hormones clouded the air, and his own cries echoed in his ears as he felt slick coat his thighs. Pleasure rolled through him in never ending waves, all of his senses dialed up to 11.

Dr. Stark never let him go fully soft either, instead bringing him orgasm after orgasm until finally nothing came out. Only then did the alpha knot him, stuffing him full of cum and keeping him pinned until the knot fully deflated. Then the alpha stepped away, and Peter fought not to cry at the empty feeling both in his chest and in his cunt.

Dr. Stark must have realized it would happen though, because he was back a second later, plugging Peter’s wet hole up and gathering the Omega into his arms.

“You did so well,” Stark murmured, rumbling gently for Peter. “Such a good Omega for me, aren’t you?”

Peter nodded, already drifting off in the alpha’s warm embrace.

When he woke again, he was still curled against the Doctor, though the alpha was clearly working on paperwork as he held Peter tight against him.

“Ah, finally awake,” Dr. Stark said. “Good. How do you feel?”

“Tired still, but better than I have,” Peter replied.

“Excellent,” Dr. Stark said. “With that in mind, Dr. Strange ordered releases at least three times a week, and I’m afraid the method I used can’t be replicated with someone else, so we’ll have to set up a schedule. Which evenings work best for you? Also, we’ll need to make plans for your next heat, as you should definitely be under doctor supervision for it.”

Peter stuttered out his schedule and handed over his phone for the doctor to input his contact information and their appointments, though he felt some reservations.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” Stark asked.

“Do- do you do this for all of your patients?” Peter asked. A mixture of jealousy and anxiety ran through him at the thought of needing to compete with the many omegas Stark was likely to meet.

“No, just you, my sweet omega,” Stark said. “I use toys and other alphas on the rest, but you, you my darling omega, are a masterpiece. How could I not offer my full services to my Helen, my Venus. I’ll make sure to take such good care of you.”

Peter walked out of the clinic a bit later feeling giddy and lighter than he had in ages. Dr. Stark had promised he would take good care of him, and Peter couldn’t wait.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Welp I was gonna be cutesy but it went smutty so smut under the break. TW for explicit smut, manhandling, and ass to mouth fucking because why not. Probably some not explicitly shown negotiated kink too.

"Should I have used olive oil since it's an Italian car? I wasn't sure."

Tony nearly has an aneurysm before he sees the smirk Peter's trying valiantly to hide.

"You little shit," Tony says as he grabs Peter in a light headlock. Peter laughs and twists away, slipping free only to return and put his arms around Tony.

"Should I be offended that you actually believed I would do that to your baby?" Peter asks, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips.

"You're my baby," Tony murmurs, pulling Peter closer to him. "The car is just a project, albeit an expensive one that would have caused emotional distress if you had forced me to rebuild the engine again."

"Then I guess it's a good thing I gave it a proper oil change and even got the last new parts in too," Peter teases. "If anything, I think I deserve a reward."

"You know I'm always happy to give you rewards," Tony replies, his arms slipping under Peter's legs so that he can carry the younger man out of the lab.

He presses him against the elevator wall, kissing and nipping at Peter's throat as Friday automatically directs them to the penthouse. Peter moans, hands going to Tony's hair as he rubs himself on Tony.

"This what you wanted baby?" Tony asks as the door opens. "Wanted to pull me away from work just to take care of you? Should I just throw you over the arm of the couch since you're so desperate?"

Peter moans loudly at that, and Tony grins sharply as he changes direction, heading towards the couch instead of their room. He's not gentle as he manhandles Peter over the arm, pulling the thin t-shirt off and yanking down the kid's pants in a smooth movement.

Tony has to pause when he spots the red and gold jeweled plug in his lover's ass.

"Well well well, look at this pretty little thing. Looks like you got yourself all oiled too huh?" Tony asks, playing with the plug for a minute before carefully setting it aside. "Such a slutty baby after all."

"Yours," Peter whines. "Only slutty for you."

"I know baby, my good little slut," Tony reassures him. "And I'll take good care of you, don't you worry."

Tony doesn't even bother to remove his pants, unzipping just enough to pull his cock out before pushing it into Peter without warning. He knows his zipper and belt must be rough against Peter's skin but the kid only moans louder when Tony bottoms out again and again.

"Fri, get one of the drones, get some pictures for me will you," Tony says casually, playfully slapping at Peter's ass when the boy whimpers. "Want my slutty baby to see how he looks on my cock later. Maybe we'll have a home movie night too."

Peter is panting and moaning beneath him as the drones hover around them, recording everything in high definition as Tony continues to torment him, pressing in deeply only to pull back and thrust more shallowly.

"Hold yourself open for me baby, I want a good video of my cock filling you up," Tony orders when he feels himself getting close. Peter scrambles to obey and Tony ensures one of the drones has the perfect view as he fucks Peter harder now, not stopping until he's coming inside.

He pulls out slowly, cum dripping out for a moment until he pushes it back in and puts the plug back, drawing the sweetest sounds from his lover. He only gives Peter a moment to adjust before he grabs the kid's hair and pulls, forcing him off the couch and to his knees on the floor. Peter yelps in surprise but let's Tony position him as he pleases, even when it drags the kid's still hard cock against the couch and carpet.

"Look at this mess you made," Tony says as he puts Peter's face in front of his cum covered cock. "Clean it up before it ruins my suit."

Peter whimpers, but doesn't hesitate to shuffle forward, licking tentatively at Tony's cock.

"Any day now," Tony says, tugging Peter's mouth closer. The kid takes the hint and puts his mouth on Tony properly, sucking gently on the softening cock.

Tony sighs at the warm sensation, and he loosens his grip to pet Peter's hair. Still he doesn't close his eyes as he watches Peter squirm with need even as he tries to focus on the task Tony has given him.

"What's the matter, slutty boy of mine?" Tony asks with a smirk. "Was my reward not enough for you? Here I thought I gave you exactly what you wanted."

Peter whined around the cock in his mouth but didn't pull back, so Tony gave him another soft pet.

"I suppose you have been very good though," Tony muses out loud.

He glances around, looking for just the right thing when he spots the pillow on the end of the couch. Mind made up, he grabs it and drops it so it is resting against one of his legs.

"You can rub yourself against that while you finish cleaning me up," he tells Peter, knowing it would be too rough just like his pants had been but loving that Peter will fuck himself against it anyway. "Not a drop on my suit though, or you'll regret it."

Peter shuffles forward carefully, clearly heeding the warning as he made sure his cock wasn't near Tony's suit. He started rutting slowly at first, but then more vigorously as Tony tightened his grip on Peter's hair and pushed his head down until he had taken all of Tony's cock. His baby liked a little pain, and Tony was always happy to oblige.

Peter's muffled moans and gasps nearly had Tony getting hard again as the kid finally came against the pillow. His body jerked and twitched, but Tony held tight so Peter kept Tony's cock in him the whole time. Only when the shudders and whimpers had eased did he pull out, rubbing his spit slick cock against Peter's face to dry it.

Peter was a wreck, his face red and covered in spit, and Tony couldn't help but direct a drone to get another picture before he finally tucked himself away.

"That's my slutty baby," Tony says fondly, grabbing Peter's shirt off the ground to wipe his boy's face, and cock clean.

Tony managed to get Peter mostly cleaned and tucked into bed before heading back to work. He had Friday keep a video window open just in case Peter needed him, and had made sure to leave a snack on the nightstand as well. After all, his baby could be very needy and Tony always gave him what he needed.

Peter telling Tony he took charge and changed the oil on the car Tony was just not getting the chance to work on and then asking if he should have used olive oil instead of vegetable oil

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Soft as Iron Pt 1

Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

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Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks

Tony hadn’t been expecting much when he cleared out the traffickers trying to encroach on his space. They were sloppy at best and had drawn unwanted attention to all of the bosses in the area as they kidnapped people that would actually be missed. It was practically a public service to remove them.

“Hey boss, we got a problem,” Happy said, coming up beside him.

“I thought we just took care of the problem, Hap,” Tony retorted.

“Well, yeah, but they had merchandise, boss, and one of them isn’t letting anyone near him without panicking.”

“Alright, not sure what I’ll be able to do but lead on,” Tony said, gesturing lazily.

Tony followed Happy through the warehouse until they came to a series of rooms. Most of them had been emptied and arrangements were being made to get the victims home to their families.

In the corner of one room though, sat a boy who was refusing to get up and go with Tony's men.

"Please, please don't. No more," the boy kept saying as he cried, arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he made himself as small as possible.

"Alright guys, get back," Tony said as he stepped into the room. "Let me take care of this."

Tony walked over to the kid and crouched in front of him.

"Hey kid, can you look at me," Tony asked, his voice as soft as he could make it. "I'm not going to hurt you, promise. My guys are just trying to help." He waited patiently as sniffles slowed and big brown eyes looked into his. "Hey, there we go. Good job, kid. Now, just a few quick questions, ok?"

The boy nodded slowly, and Tony moved over to sit next to the boy, unable to keep squatting comfortably. His suit was going to need a proper dry cleaning but that was ok. He's dirtied them for far less good reasons than helping a kid out.

"Alright, let's start with your name. Do you mind telling me that?" Tony asked.

"Peter, sir. Peter Parker," the boy, Peter, said around sniffles.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony Stark." Peter gasped when Tony introduced himself, and the man nodded. "Yeah, that Tony Stark. It's ok though. You have my word neither I nor my men will hurt you. And I always keep my word."

Peter nodded, and Tony was glad he had built his reputation the way that he had. He didn't hurt children or innocents, and he kept his word. Everyone knew that.

"You don't seem to want to get out of here. Can you tell me why?" Tony asked, doing his best to appear casual. The boy looked like he'd spook if Tony so much as raised his voice.

"Please don't make me go back there, sir, please," the kid whispered.

"Go back where, kid?"

"To the group home."

Peter managed to shrink even further into himself as he answered and Tony couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"You're an orphan then, kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"They handed you over, didn't they?" It wouldn't be the first time Tony had heard of it happening. Teenage boys were known for being trouble and running away from group homes even when they were run well. Given the shitty system in place, it would be so easy to hide kidnappings among the missing children.

Peter nodded and flinched when Tony lifted his hand to touch the boy's face.

"Abused you too, didn't they." It was less a question and more a confirmation. Still, Peter nodded and tears welled up in the boy's eyes. Tony felt his chest twinge, even as a flash of rage ran through him. His own father had been an abusive asshole which was why Tony was so strict about the actions of his men and what he would tolerate in his territories.

Peter shrunk back from the look in his face, and Tony quickly smoothed it over.

"Hey hey, none of that, kid. I gave you my word, you won't be hurt," Tony reassured him. "I'm just not happy to hear about this sort of stuff going on right under my nose. I don't tolerate traffickers or child abusers, you know."

"I know, sir," Peter whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Tony said. "So I know you don't want to go back, and frankly, the system is shit. How about you come stay with me instead?"

"For how long, sir?" Peter asked, and though Tony would never admit it, it broke his heart a bit that the kid would assume he wouldn't be kept. Likely a result of his time in foster care. It always bothered him when kids were mistreated but this one was really getting to him.

"For as long as you want to stay, kid," Tony replied firmly. 'I've got plenty of rooms, and we can see about getting you back into school if you want. Or we can home school you too," Tony quickly added when Peter paled at the mention of school. "Come on, Pete, come with me."

Tony stood slowly and offered Peter his hand.

The boy stared, trembling and likely terrified, but he still reached out and took Tony's hand.

"Thank you, sir, I'd like that.”

The first few weeks were really hard. Tony had JARVIS run a background check and it was so much worse than he could have thought. The boy had lost his parents young, only to be taken in by his aunt and uncle. However he’d lost those caretakers not even two years ago now, and had bounced from foster home to foster home. Sometimes, there were notes about the reason for removal, but most often, the families had said he just didn’t fit. Too quiet, kept to himself, wasn’t willing to be part of the group. Nevermind that the kid had been grieving and probably traumatized because he’d been in the car with them when the crash killed both his aunt and uncle.

All of that, coupled with the nearly being sold into sexual slavery, had left Peter incredibly fragile. Raised voices, too fast movements, or even just the implication that he had done something wrong would send the boy spiraling.

So Tony handled him with kid gloves. Orders were given for no one to discuss business around the kid, and any arguing was to be done away from him. If they had an issue with the kid, it was brought to Tony to handle. Tony himself spoke softly and offered his presence, never moving to touch the boy unless he was helping calm a panic attack or Peter approached him first.

Things finally seemed to be finding a rhythm though, which meant of course something had to ruin it.

Peter had been eating lunch with him in the office when Happy knocked on the door.

“Boss, I’m sorry to interrupt but Hammer is here and he’s refusing to schedule an appointment or come back later,” Happy said, the man’s tone clearly apologetic but also frustrated.

“What’s so important you haven’t just kicked him to the curb, Hap?” Tony asked, not impressed with Hammer’s actions at all. Then again, he was never impressed with the idiot.

“He won’t say, boss, just keeps demanding to see you and saying it’s important,” Happy replied. “I still would have kicked him out but he brought a whole crew and they’re packing. Didn’t want to cause a commotion.”

Happy’s eyes go to Peter for just a second, and Tony realized what was holding Happy back. Even though Happy and the others could easily take down Hammer’s men, there were enough that it would be loud and probably scare Peter.

“Don’t worry about it, Hap, you did the right thing,” Tony said. “I’ll take care of it. In the meantime, can you take Peter to the lounge?”

Happy stiffened visibly for a moment, then forced himself to relax and nod. Tony had codenamed the safe room the lounge. It was soundproof and once you were in, it could only be opened from the inside unless you had the override code. It was also tastefully decorated and comfortable enough that it wouldn’t feel like a safe room to the boy.

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll take Peter there then let Hammer know you’ll see him,” Happy said, heading towards Peter.

“No need, I can show myself in,” Hammer said as he pushed into the room. Two of Tony’s enforcers were nearby looking distinctly unhappy. “So sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I’m sure your pet slut can wait for your dick for once, Tony.”

Happy paled as Peter shrunk back at the loud man’s entrance and then flinched at the vulgar words thrown at him. Tony would have laughed at his poor guard if he wasn’t so pissed at Hammer.

“You should have waited for an invitation, Hammer. And you definitely shouldn’t have insulted the kid,” Tony said, voice deadly soft. “I don’t appreciate this sort of behavior in my house.”

“Oh, please, like you ever care about your whores’ feelings,” Hammer retorted. “This one isn’t even that pretty. And once you hear what I have to say, you’ll understand why it couldn’t wait.”

Tony’s blood boiled as he saw the tears welling in Peter’s eyes.

“Hap, get Peter out of here while I have a discussion with our guest on the appropriate way to behave when visiting my home,” Tony said. Peter was shaking and crying as Happy led him out, and Tony had to take multiple deep breaths to give them time to get far enough away before he took his pound of flesh from Hammer.

“Now, Tony, come on, business before pleasure,” Hammer said, arms wide and a sleazy grin on his face. “I have a proposition from the Russian family itself to establish their brothels.”

“We’ve been over this before,” Tony said, stepping over to his desk and pulling on a pair of brass knuckles discreetly. “I don’t deal in people and especially not human traffickers that target kids. The only people selling sex on my streets are adults who can consent.”

“Oh, come on, Tony, why are you still hung up on that?” Hammer asked, his arms moving wildly. “Think of the money we could make if we got ahead of this, on the ground level and such.”

“The only ground level you’re going to be getting in on is a grave if you come in here disrespecting what’s mine,” Tony said, his voice calm but deadly as he stepped closer to Hammer.

Before the other man could open his mouth again, Tony’s right fist whipped out, hitting Hammer across the cheek. Hammer fell to the ground and Tony climbed on top of him, laying into the man’s chest and face. The only sound in the room was the thudding of flesh and Hammer’s garbled cries. Finally, even the cries tapered off into strangled wet gasps.

“Now, I’m only going to say this once,” Tony said, pulling Hammer’s head up by his hair. “Are you listening?”

Hammer frantically tried to nod, his eyes wide with fear.

“No one touches my boy. Peter Parker is off limits, no one touches him, no one scares him, no one makes him cry or flinch. Spread the word.”

Tony let Hammer fall back to the floor then stood, slipping the knuckles off and scoffing at the pathetic man moaning on the floor. Sadly, he would live, but hopefully, the cretin would learn not to question Tony after a few broken ribs and a busted face.

“Oh, and Hammer? I don’t deal in people. Don’t ever bring it up again.”

It had taken Tony hours to get Pete calmed down after that, but it had been worth it because after that day, allies and enemies alike knew that Peter Parker was off limits, and if you so much as made him cry, you’t regret it very quickly.

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A Debt Paid in Soul

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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Peter’s ears twitched and his tail flicked with interest as he saw the fancy cars outside their apartment but he didn’t pay it too much mind, heading up to the apartment he shared with his aunt. It was his 18th birthday, and they had plans to get take out and watch Star Wars in celebration. His peers would consider it childish, and coupled with his petite stature, it would have undoubtedly led to teasing, but Peter had long since learned to ignore their taunts. Being a serval hybrid meant he was always going to be small with ears that always looked too big for his head. That he was an omega on top of that was just icing on the cake as far as his bullies were concerned.

“Hey May, I’m home,” Peter called as he stepped in, freezing as he noticed strange men in suits standing over his aunt as she sat on their couch. They had apex predator vibes and were all alphas if their size was anything to go by.

Holy shit, Peter was not ok with this.

“Close the door and come in, Mr. Parker,” one of the men said.

Peter did as he was told, letting his bag fall to the floor while keeping his eyes on the strangers. His ears flattened against his head and his tail hung between his legs.

“Sit.”

Peter moved to sit next to his aunt, letting her draw him into her arms as he shook. The men standing around were intimidating, but they had nothing on the man sitting across from his aunt. He wore a tailored black suit with a wine red shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Black feline ears sat atop brown hair while a black and white striped tail curled around the man. Peter could tell instantly that the man was an alpha even before he caught the man’s heavy scent.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked hesitantly, looking between his aunt and the alpha.

“Do you know who I am, Mr. Parker?” The alpha asked. Peter shook his head even as May sobbed and grabbed him tighter. “My name is Tony Stark. I’m sure you’ve at least heard of me.”

Peter nodded numbly. Everyone in New York had heard of the ‘Black Tiger’ who had earned the moniker of ‘Merchant of Death’ and single handedly controlled the arms trade up and down the East coast. He didn’t know what the alpha was doing here, but he doubted it was anything good.

“Excellent, that saves me a lot of trouble then,” Stark said, his eyes sharp even as he smiled congenially. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here, and while it’s a bit of a story, the short version is that your parents used you as collateral for a debt. When they passed, your aunt and uncle took on that debt rather than hand you over then.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” May said then, sobbing again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Aunt May,” Peter said, trying to reassure her despite his fear that it was anything but. “It’ll be alright.”

May just shook her head and Stark cut in.

“What your aunt is failing to clarify is that the term of the loan is up,” Stark said. “They had until your 18th birthday to pay off the loan and if they failed, you automatically became mine.”

“You can’t enforce that,” Peter said without thinking. “I’m not a minor child you can take custody of so why would you give them until I was 18 when you can’t legally take me?”

“You’re approaching it from the wrong direction, kid,” Stark said with a grin. “At 18, you no longer need a parent's signature for anything so if you disappear, who’s to say you just didn’t run away to start a new life or find yourself? And if the police question you, it’s not kidnapping unless you’re willing to file a report, in which case, I’d advise you to remember my reputation.”

Peter swallowed hard. The alpha was known for being ruthless and getting what he wanted. The only ones safe from him were children.

“So, is there going to be a problem, Mr. Parker? Or will you come without putting up a fuss?” Stark asked, his tone bland as if he didn’t care one way or the other although the tip of his tail was flicking.

“Ca-can I pack a bag and say goodbye?” Peter asked softly, trying to stall. Surely there was a solution if he could just get a moment to process what was happening without feeling cornered.

“You won’t need anything,” Stark said dismissively. “But you can say goodbye.”

“No, you can’t take him,” May practically hissed as she held Peter tightly, her ears flat against her head and tail poofing up. “We’ll keep paying the debt off but I won’t let you take him.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said cooly. “He will be coming with me, one way or the other.”

“May, it’s ok. Please, May,” Peter said softly, trying to calm her down. “It’ll be ok.”

“No, it won’t, I won’t let them take you away,” May cried, and Peter floundered. He didn’t want to go either but he didn’t want to see what Stark was willing to do in order to take Peter against his aunt’s wishes.

“May, please, you have to let me go,” Peter said, trying to pull back without hurting her.

“As touching as this is, I do have other appointments today,” Stark said as he stood. “So I’m going to give you one chance to let him go without a fuss, Mrs. Parker. Otherwise, I have no problem taking him by force.”

“Over my dead body!” May spat and Peter froze. He had already lost so much, but the thought of losing her too, of having another coffin laid to rest near the other three was too much. He tried to pull himself away from the last pair of arms that had cradled him safely in his childhood, desperate to protect that last bastion of family.

“That can be arranged, Mrs. Parker,” Stark said coldly, his ears going back and tail becoming more agitated. Peter felt his chest tighten as panic coursed through him.

“Please, please don’t hurt her,” Peter cried, desperation giving him the strength to pull free. He stumbled off the couch and directly into the alpha’s arms. Stark steadied him without looking down, and Peter whined in distress when the alpha didn’t seem to be backing down.

“Hush, omega,” Stark said as he scruffed Peter. When their skin touched, Peter gasped then whimpered as he felt a searing sensation spread across his neck. His legs buckled, but the alpha caught him, drawing Peter in close and scenting him.

*******

Tony bit back a curse when he felt the mark sear his hand and wrist. A quick glance at the kid’s neck showed a very prominent soul mark that circled his neck.

“Well, that changes things,” Tony muttered as he instinctually scented his omega. He looked up to see the aunt looking faint.

“What the fuck?” She muttered, collapsing back against the couch. “What the actual fuck?”

“As you can see, he’s mine,” Tony said, and the irony wasn’t lost on him. “So I’ll be taking him now unless you’re going to demand that I consummate our claim in his childhood bed.”

The woman looked like she wanted to argue, but when the kid let out a breathy ‘alpha’ and snuggled closer, she just dropped her head into her hands and started crying.

“Didn’t think so. I’ll send someone back for his things later,” Tony said as he scooped the omega fully into his arms. Already he could feel the need to claim rising and he’d prefer to be home for that, so he strode quickly out to the car, leaving his men scrambling to follow.

“Home, Hap, as quickly as you can,” Tony ordered, then turned his attention to the tiny omega in his lap.

The kid kept whimpering and nuzzling into him blindly, clearly overwhelmed by the whole situation. He was beautiful, Tony couldn’t help but think as he took in the loose curls, warm brown eyes, and overly large ears. Coupled with his smaller stature, the omega seemed innocent and fragile in his arms.

Tony felt torn between wanting to protect him from everything and claim him in front of the world, sullying that innocence.

He shook his head, trying to clear it some.

“Kid, Peter, I need you to look at me,” Tony said, gripping the omega’s neck again. “Come on, show me those bambi eyes.”

The omega slowly looked up, though he was clearly struggling to focus.

“We’re soul mates, and we need to complete the bond,” Tony said gruffly, trying to ignore the urge to take the boy now. “Do you understand what that means?”

“You’re, ah, you’re going to claim me,” Peter replied. Already the omega was panting heavily as his body prepared for the equivalent of a flash heat to ease the process.

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a huff. “You ever done anything before? Need to know what I’m working with here.”

“N-ugh, no, nothing,” Peter whined.

Tony groaned at the sudden possessive heat that flashed through him.

“Faster, Hap,” Tony growled, his control slipping through his fingers like sand through a net.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Foundations Pt 3

Summary: After agreeing to let Tony take care of him, they have to establish the foundations of this strange new dynamic. Peter stumbles a bit along the way, but Tony's there to catch him. Part 2 of the Priorities Series.

Tags: Slow Burn, Like so slow it's glacial, Still technically pre slash here, Platonic BDSM, for now, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Friday and Karen gossip

Read on AO3 Part 1 Part 2

The first week in Tony’s care passed quickly as his classes piled more and more on as finals got closer. His morning texts to Tony were often short and done as he literally ran out the door with whatever he had grabbed for breakfast in his mouth. Their night time calls had been casual so far, with Tony just asking how his day went and letting Peter ramble about his classes.

When Friday afternoon finally came around, he stumbled out of his last class ready to collapse. If he were honest with himself, he wasn’t even sure how he got back to his apartment, but once he did, he stumbled to the couch and collapsed across it. Peter knew he should get some food but a mental review of his kitchen left him disheartened. Everything he had left would need to be cooked and he just… couldn’t.

May had always joked about him needing life skills so that he wouldn’t starve at college, but it really felt like he needed two of himself. How was he supposed to find the time to cook and clean while drowning in homework? He hadn’t been out as Spider-man in over a week and he still felt like he’d gone four rounds with the rhino.

He groaned and buried his face in the pillow, ignoring the familiar gnawing in his gut to sleep instead.

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His phone woke him, and he groaned, wanting to ignore it but also knowing that only a few people used it and none of them were people he could ignore.

“-lo?” Peter mumbled, yawning again.

“Hey kid, didn’t realize you were going to sleep early,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Though your bed may be more comfortable.”

Peter looked confused until he realized his phone was still on 3-d video mode, and Tony was getting a stream courtesy of Friday.

“Wa-wasn’t going to bed,” Peter said with a yawn. “Just needed a nap.”

“Did you eat dinner yet?” Tony asked and Peter flushed.

“Not yet, sir, but that’s next on the list,” Peter said, and even as he did, he knew he’d have to get something because he didn’t want to lie to Tony. The guilt would eat away at him even more than it already did.

“Alright, well just eat and then text me when you’re heading to bed,” Tony said, and Peter nodded, his head already dropping back to the couch. “Food first, Spiderling.”

With that, Tony closed the stream and Peter groaned but stood. He managed to find a large chocolate chip muffin and a string cheese and decided that was good enough. He was so hungry but so tired too that it was hard to choke it down before brushing his teeth and heading to bed properly.

Hey just letting you know I ate, and I’m going back to sleep. Have a good night sir.

He was asleep before he could even read Tony’s reply.

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Tony had been mildly concerned when his nightly chat with Peter had started with the younger man collapsed on the couch. It had multiplied when Peter said he hadn’t eaten and Tony could easily read the evasive look he got after that. He wasn’t sure why the kid was lying but his gut told him something was wrong. Of course, Pepper always said that was just his anxiety and PTSD talking, but what did that one shrink know anyway?

“Fri, be a dear and check in with Karen,” Tony said without hesitation. “How’s our little spiderling doing?”

There was a moment of delay and then screens began popping up around him. As he took them in, he frowned.

“Karen states that while Peter is sleeping more, he is still not consistently getting the 6 hours you requested of him,” Friday said. “She also noted that he is definitely still not getting enough calories.”

Tony frowned, his mind already jumping to a million solutions though without knowing the cause, he couldn’t be sure which solution would work. The one thing he could do was gather data.

“Fri, run me up a Stark fit but let’s figure out how to get Karen on it,” Tony said with a sigh.

“Anything else you’d like on it?” Friday asked and Tony thought about it before programming a ton of specific variables to track Peter’s vitals as well as key statistics.

It took most of the night, but Tony was pleased with the final result.

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Peter woke to the smell of bacon cooking and eggs sizzling. It was a little concerning that he hadn’t woken to any of the other noises that must have preceded the smell, but he was too hungry to care as he followed his nose to the kitchen.

It felt a little like deja vu to see Tony in his apartment again but he just shook his head and took a seat at the table. The man would tell him why he was there soon enough, and in the meantime, it was too early to be worrying about anything else.

“Good morning to you too, kid,” Tony teased as he dropped a full plate of food in front of Peter.

“Sorry, sir, still not quite awake yet,” Peter mumbled as he started eating.

“Don’t worry, I remember Finals week,” Tony said, waving it off with a chuckle. “Don’t think I managed more than a few words before my third cup of coffee.”

Peter wasn’t listening at that point though. He had tasted the first few bites, then couldn’t help it as he practically inhaled the rest.

“Easy there, kid, don’t want you to choke,” Tony said as he refilled Peter’s plate before sitting down with one of his own.

Peter grunted in response as he kept eating, only sitting back to look at the older man when he was finally done.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” Peter said with a flush. “Thank you for cooking breakfast for me, Mr. Stark.”

“Not a problem, kid,” Tony said, waving it off. Then the older man sat back and just looked at Peter.

“I didn’t know you’d be stopping by this weekend,” Peter said after the silence became too much.

“Thought I would surprise you,” Tony replied dryly. “Because despite your assurances that things have been going okay, Karen expressed some concerns to Friday about whether you were sticking to the rules.”

“What? But I’ve been eating and sleeping,” Peter said, hurrying to defend himself. “I swear it, Mr. Stark, I didn’t lie to you, sir.”

“The way you attacked breakfast says otherwise,” Tony said pointedly and Peter flushed. “How much did you actually eat yesterday?”

Peter couldn’t bring himself to answer, because he knew Tony wouldn’t think it was enough.

“Kid, you have to eat,” Tony said patiently. “You’re going to get sick or worse if you keep not taking care of yourself.”

Peter flushed, guilt making his stomach clench and his eyes water even as Tony himself offered no judgment for his mistake. He’d only been given three things to do and he couldn’t even do that right.

“Why aren’t you eating more, Pete?” Tony pressed when Peter didn’t-couldn’t- respond. “Did you not like what I had delivered?”

“I- no, I’m not picky, sir, I promise, I just-” Peter went an even brighter shade of red as the embarrassment built. He didn’t want to tell Tony the real reason he hadn’t been eating more, because it wasn’t a reason at all but an excuse and he knew it. Before he could spiral too far, he felt a hand land on his thigh and squeeze firmly.

“Come back to me, kid,” Tony said softly. “Deep breaths. You’re not in trouble, whatever the reason is ok. I just need to know what went wrong so I can fix it. This isn’t working, you’re not eating enough still clearly. Just- Let. Me. Fix. It.”

The words were firm, and rule #1 floated through Peter’s head now. He let out a shuddery breath then steeled himself for Tony’s disapproval.

��I don’t- I haven’t been making time to cook it,” Peter said. “I grabbed all the things that didn’t need cooking at the beginning of the week but after that ran out-”

Peter waited silently as Tony said nothing. His stomach clenched and the food he had been so quick to eat now sat heavily in his gut.

“Ok kid, I’m not happy that you didn’t tell me that it was an issue, but that’s an easy fix,” Tony finally said, and Peter’s head shot up as he looked at the man. The older man gave him a gentle smile, and the tension slid right off of him. “You know, I do remember what it’s like, being a crazy busy college student. I wouldn’t have given you crap about saying that you needed easier to grab food in the next grocery order or something.”

“I just-everyone keeps saying how I have to be an adult now and I just, I feel like I’m failing,” Peter replied softly. “I can barely keep up with my classes and Spider-Man.”

“Look, some people are just good at having their shit together,” Tony said with a sigh. “And some of us have better things to spend our brain power on. Do you think that I cook all of my meals? Cooking for you is literally the only time I’ve cooked in months.”

“Some of us aren’t genius billionaires though,” Peter pointed out. He meant it to be light, a joke to ease the tension, but it came out exhausted. Because it was true, he wasn’t Tony, and he doubted his ability to be like Tony.

“Peter, I need you to listen very closely right now. Engrave it on your soul even,” Tony said, grabbing both of Peter’s shoulders as Peter looked at him wide eyed. “You are brilliant, but you don’t owe anyone that brilliance. Even if the only thing you ever do with your life is what you’ve already done, you helped save the damn world. Retire if you want. Never be Spider-Man again, quit college, and let me take care of you until you’re old and grey, for all I care. You don’t have to be anyone but Peter Parker, and whoever that ends up being is good enough.”

Peter felt like his foundations had been completely shattered and the warm firm weight of Tony’s hands were the only anchors he had.

For all of his life, it had been expectation after expectation. Be smart, be good, you have a responsibility to do something. Those mantras had been carved into who he was for so long that the idea that he would be anything but was anathema, so much so that even when he threatened to crumble beneath their weight, the idea of just discarding those words never even crossed his mind.

The more he thought about it, though, the more it bothered him too.

“I don’t want to just be good enough,” he finally mumbled. “I want to do more and help people.”

“That’s good too, and I’ll support you the whole way, however I can,” Tony promised. “But you can’t compare yourself to me or anyone else while you do it. Don’t be the next Tony Stark, be the first Peter Parker. Because Peter Parker is an amazing person.”

“You’re the only one that thinks so,” Peter whispered, his mind immediately going to all of the people that had left him behind. If he was so amazing, they would have cared, would have stayed.

“Then that’s their loss,” Tony said firmly. Peter couldn’t help but snort a bit.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that they do care or something?” Peter asked.

“Kid, I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on in everyone’s lives, so I honestly don’t know,” Tony said, his voice steady and calm. “That happens, you know. The people you thought had your back no matter what only have your back sometimes, and you just gotta accept the limitation of the relationship. But I’m telling you right now that the people who matter? The ones who stand by your side? They’ll have your back no matter what and time will make it clear where everyone falls.”

“Do you?” Peter asked, his voice wavered despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Do you have my back no matter what?”

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a heavy sigh. “For better or for worse, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, leaning forward so that his forehead rested on the man’s shoulders. Tony wasted no time drawing him in for a proper hug, the older man’s hands running up and down his back gently.

“I got you, Pete,” Tony murmured. “It’s going to be ok now.”

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Tony didn’t know how long they stood there, but eventually, he led them over to the couch so he could hold Peter more comfortably. The kid made no move to pull away, only confirming Tony’s concerns about the touch starvation. Even the slightest bit of touch seemed to affect the younger man, and there wasn’t an easy way to fix that when Tony lived hours away.

Eventually, Tony pushed Peter gently upright, giving the Bambi eyed college student an encouraging smile.

“As much as I love a good cuddle, there’s something else I came here for,” Tony said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box with the custom StarkFit. “This is for you, to help Karen keep an eye on you and also remind you to eat and do all of those things.”

Peter took the box and opened it, his eyes going wide at the plain silver band with a discreet screen.

“What- what is it?” the kid asked.

“This is a modified StarkFit,” Tony said, lifting it out and showing Peter how to get it on and off. “Karen is linked in, there’s a microphone and speaker in case she needs to get your attention, as well as a miniature scanner to ensure she can keep track of your vitals. I want you to wear it anytime you’re not in the apartment, and preferably while you’re here too but I understand if you want to take it off.”

“You said it has a scanner?” Peter asked, eyeing the band. “Who monitors it?”

“Karen will watch the day to day and send summaries to Friday, though I’ll check in from time to time too, or if the girls alert me to anything off,” Tony said matter of factly.

Peter once again wondered if something wasn’t wrong with him. Normal people would balk at such scrutiny, and maybe Peter should too but the only thing he felt was a warm feeling in his chest. Tony was willing to devote his time and resources to ensuring that Peter was well. He was the only one willing to do so it seemed, and Peter put the tracker on reverently.

“Thank you,” Peter whispered, hoping Tony would understand because he didn’t think he could explain with words everything the tracker made him feel. It was a weird mix of safe, cared for, special, and the beginnings of something else. Something that was more and scary and something Peter wasn’t ready to face yet.

“You don’t have to thank me, Pete,” Tony said, giving Peter a gentle smile. “I’ve got you now.”

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Later that night as he lay in bed, Peter couldn’t stop running his fingers over the Starkfit. It was odd feeling the small sensors as they took continuous readings when not wearing the spider suit, but Peter had no intention of saying anything to Tony. The gentle vibrations reminded him that Tony was there on the other end. Not even a phone call away now, just a single voice command.

“Karen, text Mr. Stark, please,” Peter said. “Let him know I’m heading to bed, and thank you again for today. Then tell him good night.”

“Message sent,” the AI informed him. Peter nearly jumped when his wrist vibrated a second later. “We’ve received a response. Would you like me to read it for you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Peter said with a snort. Of course Tony would link all of his devices.

“Mr. Stark says ‘Goodnight, kid. Stay out of trouble and expect a food delivery from the chef sometime tomorrow afternoon.’ Would you like to respond?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, tell him will do and thank you again,” Peter said, curling up under his blanket. He was asleep before Mr. Stark could respond again.

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