#until tony calls him “my son” peter will not get the hint

[erinwantstowrite]

it is pretty clear that bruce dick and tony are gonna have some beef with each other but how will jason feel about him ?

jason will begrudgingly find him hilarious. his leftover "fuck you, tony" pretty much disappears after he sees how much tony cares about peter

[themculibrary]

Blind Dates & Matchmakers Masterlist

150 Questions Later (ao3) - agentsimmons bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: The Avengers take a compatibility test and each end up with a list of their Top 5 matches. It seems like a complete bust. Until it isn't.

Call Me (ao3) - listlessvirtue sam/bucky G, 6k

Summary: Sam's nephews, AJ and Cass, try to play matchmaker with their uncle and the dude with the metal arm he "totally-does-not" have a crush on.

Based on elements of TFATWS Episode 5 and 6

Coffee Spoons and Fish Fallacies (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Harley and Peter think their dads would get along great, since both of them are uber nerrrrrds. They set up a date, and eagerly await the outcome.

don't know just how it happened (I let down my guard) (ao3) - orphan_account peter/gamora G, 1k

Summary: Gamora is convinced that nothing good ever comes of blind dates; thus, it follows that naturally, this was unexpected.

Hold Me Like a Grudge (ao3) - kiss_me_cassie clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand.

Instead they flirt and text and eventually fall in love. But it takes Natasha a little while to catch on to all that.

Horizontal Bodies (ao3) - Machiavelien mj/peter E, 20k

Summary: After finally agreeing to Aunt May's set-up date with her friend's niece, Peter finds himself torn after a one night stand with his dream girl—if only he can find her again.

"But Peter wasn’t interested in someone like him. He's been himself for his whole life and the jury’s still out on whether that was ever a good call in the first place. He wants the opposite of himself—someone exciting and challenging and decisive, someone who makes him feel like all those things himself. He wants Michelle."

it's a love story, baby just say yes (ao3) - KiaraSayre steve/bucky M, 1k

Summary: "Eyes on the prize, Widow: we're getting Captain America and Bucky laid, with each other. That's the op. Got it?"

loved you first (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It’s a deal he and Sam made a long time ago, one that Steve had never really expected to have to go through with. But now, he’s been scrambling for three days to find a blind date for Sam—and he’s come up completely empty-handed.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me A Match (ao3) - Andian hinted bucky/sam G, 2k

Summary: Bucky was a good man, Yori had decided quickly. Now if he'd only take Yori's advice when it came to finding himself a nice partner.

Or: Five times Yori tried and failed to set Bucky up with somebody. And the one time he didn't.

Matchmaker Wilson (ao3) - TalkMarvelToMe steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Bucky signs himself and Steve up for a couples' cooking class. Steve regretfully must cancel. Sam saves the day...and lets his hidden talent as matchmaker reveal as a certain cyborg's feelings unfold.

Matchmaking Always Requires a PowerPoint Presentation (ao3) - ishipallthings steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Clint Barton’s Guide to Being a matchmaker, featuring one flawless Powerpoint presentation, one broken coffee mug, and two (supposedly) oblivious teammates.

Opposites Attract (ao3) - pouringinsheets pre sam/bucky, steve/natasha, past sam/riley T, 1k

Summary: If Sam is going to help his friend Steve realize he's met his match, he might have to work with Bucky fucking Barnes to do it.

Unfortunately, Barnes couldn't be farther from being Sam's match. Absolutely, definitely, not.

Perfect as You Are (ao3) - Boopoopeedoo wanda/vision T, 4k

Summary: Wanda and Vision's resolve to remain just friends is tested when Tommy and Billy rope Vision into rescuing Wanda from a bad date.

Phase 1 (ao3) - FriendLey peter/tony T, 8k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony hatches a plan to get back together with Pepper. With a little help from her son, Peter.

Please. Stop. Helping (ao3) - MusicalLuna T, 1k

Summary: Natasha keeps trying to set Steve up on dates and it finally gets to be too much.

Points for Observation (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 1k

Summary: Thor wants to set Tony up. Unfortunately, he's not a very good matchmaker.

Poisoned Dates (ao3) - katertots steve/darcy T, 4k

Summary: She’s going to kill Tony for this.

“I need you go to some hoity-toity fundraiser dinner for me,” he’d said. “You know how much I hate those things. Get a new dress on me and enjoy the free booze,” he’d said.

Things he absolutely did not fucking say? Tonight is really a blind date.

With Steve Rogers.

Dead. Murdered. Stabbed.

Rainbows and Unicorns (ao3) - inkvoices clint/natasha T, 3k

Summary: Tired of unrequitedly pining for each other, Natasha and Clint each ask the same person to set them up on a blind date. And Sharon does set them up... with each other.

Snow Storm (ao3) - BlackWidowsHill maria/natasha, background pepper/tony T, 17k

Summary: An inconvenient snow storm leaves Maria stranded at Stark Tower until the snow clears, luckily her close friend Natasha is stuck with her.

Or, a snow storm allows Tony and Pepper to test their match making abilities.

Tony Stark and the Multidimensional Matchmaking (ao3) - ashes0909 steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: With no other plan in mind, Tony broke from the trees and headed for the castle. No one stopped him, though the kids on the other side of the lake looked up at him, waved, then returned to their game. He waved back, his hand feeling as surreal and confused as the rest of him. The castle only grew as he approached, and he lifted his head as its foreboding stone cut off the sky. The doors were nearly three stories high, but Tony pushed them open easily, far easier than he expected.

[littlemissagrafina]

Partners in Crime

@friendly-neighborhood-exchange gift fic by @littlemissagrafina for @lost-lunar-wolf

Rating: General

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Pepper Potts (mentioned)

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Friday (Marvel), May Parker (Spider-Man) (mentioned)

Summary: "Mr Stark?" The man stayed there even after Peter's furious blinking, a thin smile on his face.

Tony drew back to sit in the chair beside the bed once  Peter had leant back into the pillows. "That's my name."

Peter's eyes never left Tony and he had the thought that maybe his bewildered staring wasn't the most polite thing but he still didn't look away. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, when your mentee slash superhero sidekick slash kid gets stabbed, you kind of tend to want to stay close to them."

---

In which Spider-Man and Iron Man work together and so do Peter Parker and Tony Stark with the added bonus of neither genius knowing that they were one and the same.

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Most people upon realising the comfort and familiarity they may have with someone would be happy. Realising how close and comfortable you've become in the presence of that person is often heartwarming. But in this instance, well, all Peter felt was a prickling sense that this was the beginning of everything falling apart.

You see, Peter had been working as Tony Stark’s intern for just over a year now. In the beginning of his internship, Peter had been terrified of accidentally letting something slip that would tip the man off to his Spidering activities. The man was a genius after all, it wouldn't take much to get the cogs in his head to start working. And that was ignoring the connection that Tony had to the one and only Iron Man. 

When Peter had first found out that Tony Stark was the one who supplied and worked on the tech for Iron Man and his suits, he hadn't been sure whether he was surprised or not. It explained the level of tech the hero had, as well as how (even after over half a decade of superheroing) the identity of the man in the suit had yet to have been discovered.

And while that discovery had explained some things that hadn’t added up at first, it did little to tamp down the worry Peter felt each time that he went out as Spider-Man. Finding out that Tony had such a close connection to Iron Man and even being present in the room during a voice modulated phone call from the hero to Tony left Peter tense in his worry. If Tony knew Iron Man and worked so closely with him, what was stopping the other hero from mentioning a certain Spider-Man that he so often ran into during his own patrols of the city. What was stopping Tony from putting two and two together from any details that Iron Man may have let slip, and figuring out the identity of Spider-Man. Of Peter.

Not a whole lot. All it would take was one mention of a mannerism, one glitched second from his voice modulator, one detail, and it would all come tumbling down. Each day that Peter came to the lab, that fear hung over his head. But each day that came and went without any hint of Tony knowing about Spider-Man helped to soothe it and, eventually, Peter had almost no extra concern about it.

Lab days no longer held that sense of dread, thoughts of "Is today going to be the day he finds out?" no longer plaguing him, and no more surges of anxiety each time Friday notified Tony of something to do with Iron Man.

That is, until the day that Peter finally slipped up and almost ruined it. Over the last year of working together, he liked to think that he and Mr Stark had grown closer, no longer just mentor/mentee, instead friends or possibly (he wished but never assumed) something like a father and son.

Peter had been hunched over his work station when Dum-E had decided that the wrench nearby was what Peter desperately needed, and tossed it at him. Straight towards his head. Peter had felt his spidey sense go off at the exact same time that Tony yelled out for him to duck and he just knew that he'd reacted that bit too soon, his movement that bit too fast.

The wrench had been successfully dodged, and Peter played it off by jokingly scolding Dumm-E and telling the bot that if he wanted to play fetch, all he had to do was ask. Peter decided to ignore the almost pensive look he'd seen Tony throw at him and turned back to his work as if the whole thing had never happened.

Pretending that it never happened seemed to be the route that Peter was going. For the next few weeks he decided to try and steer clear of Dum-E and anything in the lab that could reveal or even hint towards his enhancements and extra curricular activities. As a result, he started almost avoiding Tony in the process, something he knew was bugging both him and Tony. But it was a necessary evil if Peter wanted any chance at keeping the routine and relationship they had built.

Peter knew that Tony had wanted to question his withdrawal and almost avoidance, but he was grateful that the man had decided not to push the subject. Whenever chances had come about where Tony had all the right to ask about it, Peter watched as he slowly stopped himself from asking, almost like the man was doubting that he could ask.

The man’s doubt about his place in Peter’s life stirred up his own doubt about their relationship. Peter knew it was a problem of his own making but for whatever reason, it still hurt. But it shouldn't, not really. It's not like they were actually father and son, no matter just how much Peter saw Tony as his dad. Right?

---

"Pepper, darling. Love of my life. Care you not for my suffering?"

Pepper looked up, a deadpan expression on her face that had been perfected over the years of knowing Tony. "Well, considering your suffering is interrupting my last few emails of the day, no, I don't particularly care for it."

Tony just sniffed and leant back in his seat on the pristine sofa that was pressed against a wall in Pepper's office. His brow furrowed as he thought back on his suffering as he'd jokingly dubbed it. A more humorous name for a situation that felt far from it.

Pepper looked up after a few moments of silence, a frown creasing her own forehead when she saw just how lost in thought Tony was. She closed her laptop with a click, stood from her chair, and walked around her desk to sit down next to her husband. 

"Okay, c'mon. I'm listening. This obviously isn't just one of your usual attempts at getting out of tomorrow's meeting so talk. What's actually bothering you, Tones?" She slipped her hand into his, heart warming at the familiarity of the calluses and scars as he clasped her fingers back automatically.

Tony took a breath. "Okay, uhh. You know how Peter usually comes over to the lab every few days? Ya know, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday?" Pepper hummed and Tony continued. "Well, he hasn't been coming around as much recently, at least not for the last few weeks, and he keeps using excuses not to come up to the lab."

Pepper frowned again, concern immediately bubbling up at Tony's words. "But he loves the lab. He's barely missed any days in over the year that he's been interning with you."

"Yeah, I know. And I've thought about what could have happened that pushed him away so badly and the only thing I've come up with is that he started catching on to the fact that I've slipped up more in seeing him as my kid than my intern. It probably spooked him off. I mean, the kid is even more averse to hugs and physical contact than I am. So it's pretty obvious to me that he doesn't want anything more from me than mentorship." 

Pepper fixed him with a look and shook her head. "I disagree, it's not obvious. Maybe he was spooked by it, but I know for a fact that Peter sees you as a father and someone to look up to as much as you see him as a son." She raised a hand when he went to protest. "No, no denying it. Even May has said so. And before you ask, yes I'm friends with Peter's aunt and it's because we’ve bonded over the two idiot geniuses that we love. Now, explain what happened before he started avoiding you and the lab."

Tony stared at Pepper for a few seconds, surprise visible on his face before he shook his head. "You know what, you and May terrify me so I'm just going to accept it and leave it at that. As for what happened before the avoidance, I have no idea." Tony shrugged. 

"Nothing different happened during any of our lab sessions, there were no sensitive topics brought up, nothing I said that could have been taken the wrong way. Hell, the last major thing that stuck in my head was when Peter dodged a wrench that Dum-E threw and–" He was cut off by Friday's voice speaking out into the office.

"Boss, Spider-Man has taken a hit while on patrol and hasn't gotten back up. I'm having trouble receiving injury and status reports from Karen but I have his last known coordinates ready for you." If Tony didn’t know better, he would think that there was panic in the Irish lilt of Friday's voice. 

He turned to look at Pepper and was momentarily thankful that she was one of the very very few people that knew of his identity as Iron Man because she just nodded at him. 

"Go." She urged, standing and pulling him along with her to the suit that Friday had called to the door of her office. "Go help your other kid. We can talk more about Peter once you have this handled."

Tony nodded and stepped into the suit, pausing to press a quick kiss against Pepper's lips. "You're amazing and I love you."

She just smirked at him. "I know. Now get going. And stay safe!"

With that, Tony let the face of his helmet drop down and saluted Pepper before taking off out of the window Pepper had opened.

He had one kid to save, then he could deal with the other one.

---

The first thing that Tony saw was the knife sticking out of the red and blue spandex clad hero. The second was the quickly growing puddle of blood as well as the hitching and unevenness of his breathing.

Before he could ask, Friday was already listing out the scan she did of Peter as soon as they had landed and Tony had knelt down at the teen's side.

"The knife seems to have punctured his lung. Do not remove it, it's what's keeping him from bleeding out or his lung completely collapsing, Boss. I don't detect any other injuries, only that of a sprained wrist that already seems to be healing."

Tony's own breathing hitched at his AI's words. Shit. "Okay. Okay. Friday, gimme the med spray, the new one inspired by his webs. The knife needs to be secured so I can fly him to the medbay with as little complication as possible."

Friday did as he asked and he lifted his arm to aim at the knife currently sticking out of his kid’s side. In seconds he'd sprayed the solution around the knife, wound, and surrounding area. 

The kid had jerked a bit when the solution first touched and activated to simultaneously stick and staunch the blood flow from around the knife. Tony heard a quiet groan and knew from the slight movement under the mask that the boy was waking up, a fact further proven when he heard a slurred, "Mr. Iron Man?"

Something relaxed a bit in Tony's chest when the voice, slightly disturbed from the modulator that Tony knew was installed into the mask as well as Karen's interface as a back up if one ever broke. It matched his own voice modulation system in his suit.

"Hey, kid. You're in a bit of a mess right now but we'll get you back to the medbay at the Tower and have you sorted in no time, okay? We don't need the knife moving any more even if I secured it with the new med spray. Now, I'm gonna lift you and we're gonna fly back as carefully as we can."

All the answer he got was an unintelligible mumble. Panic spiked in his chest again but Tony shrugged it off, took the mumble as a yes and gently scooped the now slightly more red than blue suited figure up into his arms and took off.

He couldn't quite stop the following words from slipping out as they took off. "We'll talk about why you were patrolling by yourself once you're better." 

---

Making his way back to a conscious state made Peter feel as if he was wading through quicksand that kept wanting to pull him back under. His eyelids felt heavy and there was a deep ache in his side.

Oh shit. His side. The same side that, last he saw, had a knife sticking out of it. Subconsciously, Peter tensed as his memory of the patrol turned wrong came back to him, as well as the vague blur of flying with Iron Man.

He groaned, eyes finally sliding open and confirming what he thought. Yup, he was in the Tower medbay. He'd just been about to sit up with a hand clasped his shoulder gently and eased him back down.

"Whoa, hey. Don't sit up just yet, Kid. You gotta be careful of your stitches." Tony said, staring straight back at Peter as he blinked up at the man.

"Mr Stark?" The man stayed there even after Peter's furious blinking, a thin smile on his face.

Tony drew back to sit in the chair beside the bed once  Peter had leant back into the pillows. "That's my name."

Peter's eyes never left Tony and he had the thought that maybe his bewildered staring wasn't the most polite thing but he still didn't look away. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, when your mentee slash superhero sidekick slash kid gets stabbed, you kind of tend to want to stay close to them."

What.

Tony hummed. "Before you start stressing your little golden retriever heart out, I'm not mad that you didn't tell me that you're Spider-Man. It would be pretty hypocritical of me if I was. But if you're feeling up to it, I need to know when you thought it was okay to go up against a gang of knife wielding psychos and not call for backup when you're outnumbered, cuz we've had this conversation, Underoos, and decided backup was a thing that we would do."

As Tony spoke, the residual fogginess from Peter's drugged sleep faded away. "Wait. Wait, what?" He flailed around with his hands, wincing when it pulled on his side. "You know?"

Then the rest of what Tony had said caught up. "What do you mean we had this conversation? I only ever spoke about that with–" Peter's eyes widened and he gaped at Tony.

The man wiggled his fingers in a jerky wave. "Iron Man." He continued where Peter had trailed off. "Yup. I'm him. He's me. However you wanna say it."

The reality of someone knowing took away the amusement Peter would usually find in Tony's rambling and also what the fuck, Tony knows now. And Tony is Iron Man.

He was hit by a wave of fear mixed with relief. Fear because now he knew that Tony got into just as much danger as he did; he could just as easily lose him as he had with his parents and Ben. But relief came with the knowledge that he now didn't have to hide. He didn't have to spend lab days worried over losing control of his strength as he did in his everyday life.

Peter was brought back from his thoughts when Tony's hand grabbed his and squeezed lightly. "Breathe, kid. We're gonna be fine. We'll go on like we have been, the only difference being that we now know the identity of who we're patrolling and fighting alongside."

Something cold dripped down Peter's spine. Go on like we have been. He hesitated for a moment before deciding, to hell with it, he would just ask. 

"Go back to the way we have been... Can we maybe do it without the awkwardness of avoiding each other after Dum-E threw the wrench at me?" 

Tony's expression twisted in confusion. "Avoiding? Kid, I didn't avoid you. You backed off after Dum-E but I didn't know why so I gave you space. I didn't think I had the place to question you on it so I didn't."

Peter's hands fidgeted and Tony pulled away, his own hand dipping into his pocket and coming back out with a nut and bolt that he passed to Peter who immediately started screwing it on and off repeatedly. 

"I uh, it freaked me out." Peter mumbled, not looking up for the nut and bolt in his hands. "That I let my powers slip so close to you. I haven't done that before, not with anyone other than Ned and May and even then, it hasn't been for a while, not since I was first bitten at least. And I didn't know what to do or how to handle it… so I just didn't."

My powers scare me, nevermind being afraid of slipping up and someone figuring out that I'm Spider-Man. I'm scared of how strong I am and of how easy it is to let too much of my strength out without noticing. It's why I don't like hugs and physical contact anymore. I'm scared about my control not being good enough. I'm just, I'm scared in general, and I would really really like to have a place with you where I can not be scared, and we can just be Peter and Mr Stark but have Spider-Man and Iron Man in the mix too."

A hand gently nudged Peter and he looked up. Tony was looking back at him, a soft and open expression on his face. "It's understandable how that would freak you out." He said, and Peter's shoulders relaxed, a small bit of pain from his side lessening as he did. "As for the rest, we can help you get control and help you feel more sure about maintaining your control. We've got plenty of options to explore to help you with it."

Tony abruptly got up from his chair and moved to perch carefully next to Peter's blanket covered legs. "This tower, the compound, hell, anywhere I'm with you, I will make as safe as I can for you. You don't have to be scared here, Peter, you can have whatever you want and need here. You're as good as my kid and I will do another you, and even if that isn't something you're okay with, I will still make this somewhere that you can not be afraid. I promise."

Before he had even finished speaking, Peter had leant forward and burrowed into Tony's arms. It was their first hug of many to one day come, and despite the pain of his injury, Peter felt safe and hopeful in Tony's embrace. He nodded against the man's chest. "I do, I want that. I wanna be your kid, I wanna be safe and for us to carry on being Spider-Man and Iron Man."

Tony gently squeezed closer to him, mindful of the leftover pain he was still in. "Then that's what we'll be. We've got this, Buddy. Spider-Man and Iron Man, and Peter and Tony. It's us against the world, kid. Let's do this."

After a while, the pain grew more and Peter had to pull away to lean back against the pillows, groaning at the pull in his side as he did. Peter looked up when Tony huffed, staring at the man in confusion.

Tony just shook his head. "I already panic over all your regular Peter Parker mishaps, now I'm gonna have Peter and Spidey mishaps combined to worry about. I worried before when I didn't know, but now that I know you're him and he's you, it's like here comes trouble and make it double. What am I gonna do with you, kid?”

Peter stared with wide eyes and then a small grin grows, “Uh, teach me all of Iron Man’s tips and tricks so that when a mishap happens, it can't be blamed on me cuz you, as the mentor slash father figure was the one who taught me.”

Tony snorted, shaking his head with a grin. "Never change, Peter. Never change."

[shiftybells]

“He’s so young. Too young to be in a suit like that.”

Tony glanced at Steve and Natasha’s expressions, faces scrunched up in some mixture of discomfort and anger. It was understandable, really. The kid was on the younger side, though they could not tell much considering under his helmet was a yellow domino mask.

The kid was shifting in his seat, hands cuffed to the metal table in front of him and super-power inhibitor collar clasped around his neck. They had gathered on the other side of the glass, uneasily staring at the child who happened to be decked out in a very high-tech suit. Nat uncrossed her arms to run one hand through her hair. “Why is a kid with superpowers and a suit that advanced doing trapezing around New York?”

Steve shrugged helplessly, eyeing the teen through the glass as if it held all the answers. It kinda did, in a way.

“Fury’s on his way.”

Clint shuffled to stand between Tony and Nat, face drawn with the same discomfort whenever he dealt with kids in bad situations. Steve gave a small huff, setting his shield down and striding through the door into the interrogation room. The kid looked up when Steve entered the room, eyeing him as if he was an unknown variant on a battlefield; an enemy.

Steve settled in the metal chair opposite the kid, leaning forward in his seat to stare directly into his masked eyes. “Hey son, can I get you anything? Water perhaps?” He didn’t respond, opting to stare Steve down. After a small bout of tense silence, he shook his head. “No thanks.”

God this kid was young.

His voice was smoother than expected, but still held the hint of youth to it that Tony often heard from Peter. Tony couldn’t see Steve’s face, but based on Nat’s pinched expression, his was probably similar.

“So, what were you doing running around New York like that?”

The kid smirked. “Like what? Sir.”

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his short hair, clearly caught off guard. “You know,” He waved a hand helplessly in the air. “In armour that very few places make, and I highly doubt someone of your age could afford such equipment.”

The kid mere shrugged with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “But here we are.” He said carelessly. “Cuffed to a table in the Avengers Tower for no discernible reason, one might say that this was a biased arrest.”

Steve spluttered, leaning back in his seat as if the Hulk had slapped him. “I beg your pardon!?”

“Well, I wasn’t disturbing the peace, I wasn’t attacking anyone. So I don’t see the reason for my detainment.”

“We had determined you as a possible threat because of your super powers and the fact that you were participating in vigilante acts, which is illegal son.”

Tony had expected the kids smirk to slip, for him to collapse into a mess of tears and discomfort, which was definitely overdue. The kid hadn’t even looked at them like they had saved the world, no hero worship, no stumbling in his words. It was like he didn’t care that they were heroes!

The kid hummed. “Well you are right about me being a vigilante.”

Steve leaned forward again. “Son, vigilantism and trying to be a hero is extremely dangerous. This is no world for someone as young and inexperienced as you.” He said gently.

The kid snorted. “Look here Mr. Rogers. I don’t think you lot know this, but I know what I’m doing, believe it or not. Frankly, I’ve been doing this whole business longer than you Avengers have been together as a single team.”

Steve stared for a moment before sighing in defeat. He turned slightly in his seat to look at them with a pleading expression. Tony looked at Bruce and the two SHIELD agents before shrugging and walking over to the door, his suit whirring with every movement. He opened the door and stepped into the bright room, eyes immediately locking onto the kids suit; it was such high quality that Tony wanted to steal it and pick it apart until he knew about ever Knut and bolt within the metal.

Tony put on his suavest voice and sauntered over to stand next to Steve.

“Hey kid, this is what’s gonna happen. You are gonna give us your name, age and we will let you go. How about that?”

Tony expected that that would make the kid cave. Whenever he used that voice, he got whatever he wanted. It would obviously work on a wannabe Avenger. Right?

The kid tilted his head to the side for a moment. “Mmm, you can call me Signal.” He settled on, leaning back in his chair ever so slightly. Tony huffed. This was getting old. “One, you didn’t give us your age and two, I really doubt that your real name is Signal.”

‘Signal’ smiled serenely, smugness rolling off him in waves with an air of superiority that pissed Tony off. “Sorry, no names in the field and I’m turning seventeen in a few months.”

Tony blinked. This kid was sixteen. What the fuck.

Steve threw his hands up. “That’s beside the point! You’re not an adult, so you shouldn’t be running around playing hero!”

Signal scowled, his easy-going expression melting into something colder, more dangerous. “Oh? And what is the definition of hero, Mr Rogers? Someone who does everything they can to protect those who cannot protect themselves? Or someone who only saves the world and doesn’t bother with the daily crime that litters the streets?”

He leaned forward in his seat. “Tell me then, what is your definition of hero? Because last time I checked, which was this morning mind you, the Avengers are very diverse when it comes to their backgrounds.” He tilted his head briefly at Tony. “A former weapons manufacturer who now works to better the earth.”

“Maybe a hero is someone like Natasha Romanoff, a redeemed Black Widow from the Red Room, who joined SHIELD after encountering Clint Barton who was sent to kill her for being a Russian spy, only to instead become friends with her. Is that it? Two assassin’s, one from the Red room and one from the circus?”

Signals voice and gaze didn’t waver once.

Tony and Bruce shared a glance before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him firmly. The lock buzzed. Natasha looked pale, her face was blank and she had rested her weight against the wall with Clint beside her. Tony opened his mouth, only for Banner to open the door and motion them out into the hall. “Fury’s here.”

Tony groaned but followed the doctor anyways. Director Pirate himself was exiting the elevator when they followed Bruce, his dark coat fluttering with every movement. “Who the hell did you capture off the streets?” Was his greeting.

Clint shrugged. “No idea, some kind of vigilante with super-powers. He definitely needs to be in SHIELDS systems though.” At Fury’s questioning look, Clint frowned. “He knows about the Red Room and how I met Nat.”

Fury scowled. “How the fuck would they know that!?”

They all piled back into the room, Signal still perched calmly in his seat, staring right back at them through the glass. Fury frowned and looked the the ‘vigilante’, only for his eye to widen and whirl on the spot to glare at them.

“You captured one of the Bats! Are you lot crazy!?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Bats?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes! The Bats! His name is Signal isn’t it?”

At Steve’s nod, Fury groaned. “Great…. just great. “You lot managed to nab the Bat’s favourite.”

Tony slapped a hand to his forehead, wincing when the metal hit his skin. “Can you please tell us what the hell you’re yabbering on about Fury?”

Fury planted a hand on his hip. “The Bats are Gotham’s protectors. Simply put they’re a clan of vigilante’s that stop crime and deal with corruption. That person right there. Signal?” He pointed to Signal. “Is Gotham’s daytime guardian. You see Bat’s doesn’t like Meta humans in his city, bar Signal. The other work in the shadows, Signal works in the light.”

Fury pursed his lips. “Signal is considered the Bat clan’s guiding light, he’s the cities beacon of hope.”

The sound of metal clinking against metal drew their attention back to Signal, only to see an empty chair and a set of cuffs next to the repression collar. “What the-“

Then there were alarms blaring, Jarvis’s voice nearly swallowed by the noise. “Sir there are three confirmed intruders in the entertainment room, two unknown, one identified as the prisoner.”

That had them flying from the room, into the common area with their weapons at the ready, only for a sharp ninja star shaped like a god-dammed bat fly past and imbed itself in the wall beside them.

“I wouldn’t take another step if I were you.”

Tony stared at the the figure standing in front of them with a gaping expression. He had a full bodysuit of Kevlar equipped and a bo staff pointed threateningly at them. Another on dressed in traffic light colours of all things was standing protectively in front of Signal with a katana in hand.

“H-how the hell did you guys get here? Who are you guys?”

The small kid scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Amateurs.” He muttered. The kid with the staff narrowed his eyes briefly. “I’m Red Robin.” He said curtly.

“We’ll be taking our leave now. Director Fury.” He nodded at Fury. “Please be careful with your heroes, if something like this happens again Batman will not be pleased.” At Fury’s nod, Red Robin slammed a pellet into the ground causing smoke to erupt and fill the room.

They all coughed when they inhaled the smoke, and when it cleared after a few seconds, the three were nowhere, no evidence indicating they existed.

“Soooooo, guess we’re avoiding Gotham now?”

Extra: Damian kicked his legs back and forth and he sipped his milkshake, the familiar smog of Gotham's nightlife sitting heavily in the air. "So," he began. "How'd you end up tangling with the Avengers?"

Duke snorted from beside him. "They saw me use my powers alone and pegged me for an amateur hero." He made a face that made Tim giggle.

Damian scoffed. "Please, you? an amateur? That's like saying my Grandfather doesn't have a school-girl crush on Drake over there." Tim gagged. "Really Robin? Did you have to make me think of that?" Duke laughed. "If we have to live with that fact so do you."

[andilovetowrite]

Punch To The Heart (Part 4)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After repeatedly blowing you off on plans, events and trips, you have finally had enough. But Peter soon regrets it as he sees the harsh reality of almost losing his best friend.

Based on a request you can find it here!

Warnings- Lots of fluff, hints of suggestiveness, a tiny bit of angst, because it wouldn’t be my work without it.

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“Hey kids”, Tony called out. Yeah, Tony Stark. Like the ‘Iron Man’ Tony Stark. You knew Peter was in touch with him because of Spiderman, you just didn’t think they were this close.

“H-hi Mr Stark”, you called out, your voice stuttering.

“Hey! That’s what I call him”, Peter joked, laughing. You smiled back at him and Tony Stark as you made your way into the car. Peter kept his arm around you, balancing you.

It had been a couple of weeks since the ‘accident’, and Peter had been with you through all of it. In the hospital, during the therapy and treatment of the gunshots, even when your parents came back. He had been by your side, and just that had made your recovery so much more bearable.

After a couple of days of staying with you in the hospital, May had to tell him to go back to school, which Peter shut down immediately. Whether it was not wanting to leave you, or not wanting to see MJ, he didn’t budge. But he couldn’t refuse Mr Stark and the responsibility of protecting New York, so he went for evening patrols, often stopping by to see you. On an unrelated note, the criminals who tried to kidnap you were found just a couple of days after Peter resumed Spider-duty. And they were pretty beaten up.

After the hospital and doctors had deemed you fit enough to go home, you were more than eager to do so. But there was always a worry at the back of your mind if the kidnappers came back. So naturally, you told Peter. And this time he listened…. A little too well.

So that is how you got here, on the way to the Avenger’s compound, where you would take a private jet to a private island to enjoy some private time. Not with Peter obviously. Peter was just….tagging along. For emotional support. And some physical as well…(as said by Tony Stark)

“Thank you so much Mr Stark...for doing this”, you said, grateful. Even though you had recovered, you didn’t want to go back and face reality just yet.

“Tony”, he replied, “call me Tony. Mr Stark makes me feel old. Like I’m 40. I mean, I’m in my early 30s, right Underoos?”

You could see Peter stifle a laugh before nodding, muttering yes. You looked away into the world outside, at the numerous amount of machinery sitting outside the compound. Passing the gate, you entered a long runway, with 15 or so tiny aeroplanes. Opening your mouth in awe, you looked at Tony Sta-, just Tony. “Do..do you own all of them?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, but we only use a couple of them. Some for missions, some for press conferences”, he looked at Peter cheekily, “some for young sons of mine to find lo-”

“Okay, we are here! Thanks, Mr Stark, we will see you in a week’s time”, Peter said in a hurry, smiling nervously at me. Happy (or that’s what you thought his name was) stopped the car with a gentle halt, and you took a deep breath, opening up the door. Instantly, you could feel the heat of the runway, and you couldn’t help but feel glad to be going to a beach. Peter jumped out from the other side, giving Tony a sideways hug, and then a sideways glance, before turning towards you, helping you out of the car. Carrying your luggage, you both made your way to the steps up the plane.

“Ready to go?”, Peter asked, excitement on his face. You nodded, practically glowing.

“Of course, I am. Can’t wait to make up for lost time” And neither of you mentioned anything about best friends making up for a lost time, and you thought about what could happen if you would replace the best with boy for your relationship.

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“Woah”, you breathed out, staring at the stunning crystal waters infront of you, with the white sand beach and adorable beach house in the corner of your eye. About an hour back, you had landed on some type of island, but a blindfold had been put over your eyes to build “suspense”, as Peter called it.

“Do you like it?” he asked nervously. You hugged him, letting your arms squeeze his narrow frame.

“I love it!” you said enthusiastically. “We are going to have a great time together!” And to that, he smiled back at you.

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And sure enough, you did have a great time. Whether it was just relaxing on the beach listening to Peter talk about physics theories, or swimming in the ocean, it was the best time you had in a long time. In the mornings, Peter would make you breakfast as he woke you up. Turns out, May had taught him well.

After breakfast, you two would go out to the beach, usually just chilling for a while, talking about what all that you two missed out on. And it was like nothing had ever happened.

Everything seemed more or less like a vacation with your best friend, with all the movie marathons and corny jokes.

But other times...it didn’t. Like when Peter would kiss your forehead whenever you would fall asleep, or how he would draw a heart on your pancake. Or how he nodded when a helper at the house called you his girlfriend.

It was fine though…. It wasn’t as if you were complaining about anything. Until one day, about a week into your summer vacation, that you heard an interesting conversation between Mr Stark and Peter…

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“Peter, you haven’t done it yet?”, Tony’s voice floated through the air, his voice scratchy from the connection.

You scrunched your nose, wondering what he could be talking about. Curiosity got the better of you, since you crept closer, being careful not to draw any attention. You knew Peter had Spidey Sense, but that was only reserved for when he was in danger, so you shouldn’t have had such a problem.

“N-no Mr Stark. I can’t just-”

“Underoos, you haaaaveee to get her back. She’s the right girl for you”, said Tony wisely, but your mind was filled with worry. Get her back? The right girl for you?

Your face paled as you realized what they were talking about. MJ. Of course! Mr Stark had met her, and Peter didn’t have many other girlfriends. Who else would he have to get back?

“Mr Stark, w-we aren’t um togeth-”

Peter’s voice rang out, but you didn’t stick around to find out how Tony Stark was gonna help Peter win back MJ. You turned around, walking back to your room as your heart clenched. So this was a pity vacation? You thought Peter had given you a few signals that he liked you, but it just must have been platonic “best friend” gestures to him.

Wiping your eyes, you grit your teeth, promising yourself not to get hung up over this guy again. You knew it was just going to be a losing battle. Walking to your bed, you picked up your clothes, stuffing them inside your bag.

Mr Stark did say you were allowed to stay here as long as you wanted, and this is just about how long you wanted to stay here. With him.

Hearing footsteps, you pushed the zip shut, not caring about the rest of the clothes laying around.

“Why would you want to go back? I mean, you can do-”

“Um, my parent, th-they called me. Wanted to uh, see how I was doing…” You said this with a straight face, but you knew you couldn’t lie fluently. And Peter would obviously know that your parents didn’t call you. Why would they even care after they left you in the hospital when you were

He didn’t even look convinced, his head cocked to the side. So you said whatever came to your mind. “Oh, and wouldn’t you want to go back soon anyway? So you could get back with that bitc- I mean, MJ?”

If you thought Peter looked confused, it didn’t even compare to his face now. You voice cut through the air like venom, and it seemed to sting Peter just right. “Wha- MJ?”

“Yeah, heard you talking to Mr Stark. Tell him thanks for this pity party, but I would like to get back home” Pushing your hair out of your face, you began walking out, while Peter ran behind you, swearing under his breath.

“Y/N! What are you doing?”

“Oh and Peter? I have a great idea for you”, you said, turning around to see him. You almost caved in right there and then after seeing the innocent look on his face. “Wh-why don’t you bring MJ here? And you can ‘do it’ with her all you want!”

Walking away, you could feel your face heat up, but just as you were about to open the door, you felt Peter tug your hand back to him. And almost harshly, he tipped you back and kissed you.

“I brought you here, because I wanted to tell you something.”, Peter whispered, kissing you again.

“I wanted to tell you that I loved you.” Another kiss.

“That I was wrong to shut you out.” Again, he kissed you.

“And that no one, not MJ, not any girl in the world, can compare to you.” This time, he kissed you hard, pouring everything into it.

“Can compare to how much-”, he pulled back to look into your eyes as they swam with adoration, “I love you”

And in that second, everything disappeared. All the worries about MJ. All the worries about your parents. About criminals. About safety. Or school. Or the fact that Tony Stark was staring at you and Peter.

Wait. Tony Stark staring at you and Peter?

“Mr Stark?”, you asked, jumping back into Peter.

“Mr Stark!”

“Oh hey kiddos. Thank god you finally did it! Otherwise, I would’ve had to call Morgan to help you two out. She did have some good ideas...maybe I should ask her for advice for a date night with Pepper”, he said, drifting off into his own thoughts. You smiled after him, turning to look back at Peter.

“I’m so-”

“Nope”, he said, shushing you. “I want you to say either ‘Peter I love you’ or ‘Peter, let’s go put those rooms to use’” He smirked at the red tint coming up your face. “I mean, I don’t want some sad words as the first things we say to each other after our first kiss…”

You nodded proudly, looking at him from under your lashes. “So, how are we gonna put those rooms to use Parker?”, you asked cheekily.

“By using them to build some fun science experiments, or make use of the huge screen tvs to watch Star Wars”, he shook his head, trying to stifle his smile, “what were you thinking Y/N?!”

You laughed, walking away. “Alright Peter. Guess I’ll just put those huge beds to use myself.” You didn’t even have to say anything after that to get him running behind you…

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[youngbugandtonystank]

Hey ;) I know I'm going to sound too demanding but can you do a specific homecoming timeline of irondad events? The dates when things happened and how they happened? If you don't want to do it that's okay! Thank you so much for everything and I love you blog!

Sure, why not♥

Let’s make an irondad timeline from the beginning to Infinity War. Since the events after IW don’t exist for me, that’s where I’ll end the timeline :D

Chronologically;

-2008-

On August 20th, Toomes’ crew is formed as they start salvaging items to sell from wreckages and then they turn to the illegal black market in 2012. No one interferes with their business until Peter Parker does in 2016.

On November 25th, Tony Stark (age: 38) admits to the world he’s Iron Man. 7-year-old Peter Parker watches the news while (as stated by director Jon Watts) ‘eating a big bowl of cereal'.

-2010-

On May 7th, the opening day of the Stark Expo, 9-year-old Peter Parker waits in line to get an autograph from his hero; Tony Stark (age: 42). Tony gives him the autograph.

On May 31st, Justin Hammer’s Stark Expo presentation is hijacked by Ivan Vanko. 9-year-old Peter Parker (with an Iron Man mask and fake gauntlets) tries to ‘help’ by standing up to a big drone-robot. Tony saves his life and congratulates him for his bravery. 

-2015-

Before June 2015 Tony was investigating Peter not for his powers, but because his intellect got his attention (this is only my speculation, I could be wrong) ‘Stark Industries announces new scholarships for promising students from urban city schools’ (June 2015). Peter said he’s had his powers for 6 months in Civil War (2016), meaning he got them in November/December, 2015. So the reason Tony could’ve been giving those scholarships in the first place, as speculated by many, may be because he was impressed with the kid’s intellect first (and then obviously found out he had powers) rather than his powers. Remember Tony deemed Peter worthy of going to MIT. 

This also means Tony’s been waiting to meet Peter for about a year. 

-2016-

On May 3rd, Peter stops a car from crashing into a bus before going to school. Tony keeps track of all of his activities. The same video Tony had on his phone (which he took from YouTube lmao):

Tony officially meets Peter Parker on May 23rd. Peter was 14 and Tony was 46. Tony’s birthday is on May 29, 1970 and Peter’s on August 10th, 2001. 

On May 24th Peter arrives in Germany and the events of the airport battle unfold. Same day, while Tony goes to help Steve and Bucky in Siberia, Peter sneaks out from his hotel in Berlin to join a party in his Spider-Man suit.

On May 25th, after spending Friday and Saturday in Germany, Peter flies home with Tony. First in Tony’s jet where Peter asks for food and he’s given crackers, fish eggs and juice (lmao) and then they drive him home in his car in the early hours of the morning.

This is where the convo and ‘not-hug’ happens:

On May 26th, Peter is talking with May about the ‘field-trip’ and tries to cover up his identity by telling May he got into another fight (as referenced before in the novels, Peter gets into fights in school to protect Ned from bullies) and Tony helps Rhodey with his physical therapy (while Vision starts his escapes with Wanda):

On August 10th, Peter quits school band a few weeks before term starts (he sends Happy a text about this, telling him that he has more time for crime fighting and that he made a pretty big sacrifice there lmao). It is also his birthday. Tony listens and reads all of Peter’s messages thanks to Happy.

On September 1st, Peter returns to school after his summer holidays meaning the beginning of his sophomore year. He also texts Happy telling him he’s ready for his next mission and informing him that school ends at 2:45 PM. Tony sells the Avengers Tower and relocates fully to the New Avengers Facility in upstate New York.

On September 8th-9th, Tony flies to India to go to a Hindu temple. He did it to center myself, as a form of therapy. 

On September 9th, they see each other again when Peter goes to Liz’s party but gets distracted by Toomes’ crew. Peter fights them and falls into the Hudson River. Tony saves him. Tony tells Peter to let other people handle Toomes and to stay close to the ground. 

On September 13th, Peter decides to attend the decathlon team competition to go to Washington, D.C. As Peter is being monitored all the time by Tony, Happy calls him to ask why he’s leaving New York and then he lets him off. Peter removes the tracker lmao

On September 14th, Peter saves his friends from the Washington Monument incident. He appears on Fox news:

On September 19th-20th, Peter is given detention but he sneaks out lmao (rebel son). The next day Peter also skips school to find Toomes and his crew. Tony calls Peter to congratulate him for the Washington heroic act. 

Peter goes on his own to fight Toomes’ crew. The ferry splits in half. Tony arrives and saves Peter and everyone else. Tony gives Peter the disappointed dad talk and takes the suit. He also buys Peter a Hello Kitty pajama set and takes him home. 

Peter cries to May and tells her he wanted Tony to see his potential. He feels like he lost the Stark ‘Internship’ (his dad-son relationship with tony lmao).

On September 21st, Peter is all over again given detention and reluctantly resolves to not try to be Spider-Man for the time being.  

On September 23rd, it’s Homecoming and moving (Avengers stuff to the new facility) day. Peter defeates Toomes and recovers the Avengers and Stark weaponry/equipment. He leaves a note for Happy to find. 

On September 26th, Peter gets a text from Happy, telling him to meet him at his school’s bathroom. He tells him Tony wants to see him at the New Avengers Facility. When Parker arrives at the upstate facility, Stark greets him and praises him for his work. 

Tony offers Peter an apartment at the facility. He also organized along with Pepper a room of press so Tony can step out and announce him as the newest member of the Avengers. Peter turns down the offer impressing his dad mentor. Tony and Pepper announce their engagement while Happy drives Peter home.

On September 27th, returning from school, Peter discovers that Tony gave him the suit back with a note saying the suit belongs to him. May finds out Peter’s secret. 

After September, 2016 Peter is given a real internship at Stark Industries where he works and learns from Tony Stark himself.

Tony frames the picture.

- 2017-

Somewhere between this year, Peter updates the Stark-made web-shooters Tony made for him and learns how to manage Tony’s technology at the official Stark Internship. 

Tony Stark along with Peter Parker create the organization Worldwide Engineering Brigade (or WEB headquarters). An organization where bright innovators and the world’s brightest young minds like Peter Parker invent new technologies and equip everyday people to become superheroes. 

Tony Stark designs different types of Spider-man suits for Peter.

They also did missions together as hinted in the movies several times. In FFH, reporters and people around the world saw Spider-man as the ‘next Tony Stark’ and the ‘next Iron Man’, and asked him questions that hinted the same; 

Sean: Sean Wilford, Queens Tribune. What is it like to take over from Tony Stark? Those are some big shoes to fill.

Woman: Are you the head Avenger? Are you the head Avenger now?

Fury: Stark chose you.

Peter: Tony did a lot for me, so... I owe it to him, to everybody.

Also, the coordination and the different dynamic demonstrated in Infinity War tells us that much.

-2018-

On May 30th, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark are out running in New York City and discuss their upcoming wedding. Tony starts dreaming and wanting a kid on his own thanks to his relationship with his son Peter Parker while Peter is in a bus ready to go to his field-trip to MoMa. 

And then nothing happens :D everything’s ok. 

I hope this is helpful for you guys. BTW, look:

Almost 20k fanfics for a platonic relationship. I feel really proud yall ♥

[coco96]

LDAF - TS Parental/Familial

TONY STARK - PARENTAL

On The Off Chance (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of spitting in a drink and some threats of violence, and mention of violence Request: Tony stark parental figure with “i know you’re joking but on the off chance you aren’t, no”

Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader) Warnings: Bad friends Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …

Homework Struggles (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader) Request: What about a reader x father figure tony where the reader is really struggling in school and feels like she’s failing him but instead of being upset he just helps them out and discovers they have adhd and gets them the help they need?

Accidentally Coming Out (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Accidentally coming out, fear of homophobia Request: … reader accidentally makes a comment about being gay and panics bc she’s not out to him yet? And she tries to run away but someone catches her and brings her home?

Taking the Lead (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War and Endgame, death Requests: … the one who survives in infinity turns to dust and the one did is alive. the reader didn’t urn to dust and he missed his father, even throught they don’t have nice relationship. he learns that he has a sister and he helped to take care of them as he is like a father figure to Morgan. when endgame happened, the reader do the snap. it like the reader do the snap instead of tony

More Like Pepper (Tony Stark X Teenage!Reader) Request: Could I request a fic where the reader is Tony’s kid but lowkey has no time for the teams shit and is savage?

Hiding Hickies (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hickies/bruises Request: Would you be open to writing a tony x daughter reader where the daughter goes out with a boy for the first time and has to hide hickies? And tony finds out and she’s expecting him to freak out but he just accepts it and is really chill about it?

Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.

Never There (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Absent father, swearing, threatening Request: ... reader has been under Tony’s financial care since she was a child but he never saw her as his child and saw no need to spend time with her until after the Ultron situation. But with all the years or ignorance, is the damage already done?

Science Fair (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Mention of neglectful parent Request: Son male reader x tony stark where tony wants to be better of a parent than Howard to male reader

Bitten (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Blood, near death Request: One more please if available. Tony stark and daughter were she gets bitten by a vampire and tony and team are extremly worried and strange is the only one that can save her? Fluff and angst. Pepper is her mom.

Left Behind (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent, a wittle bit of swearing Request: … Tony wants to adopt a kid and he choiced the reader. But the reader is actually Tony’s child by blood m, but he doesn’t know that. and she knows that she is relateted and hates Tony for ‘leaving’ her. …

Looking for Advice (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Request: Could you maybe do a tony stark x son male reader where the male reader ask for advise to ask a girl out

Dentist Appointment (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: Could you write one where the reader needs to have oral surgery to remove some problem teeth but she’s petrified to make the call. But she’s in tears all nigh from the pain? Her dad Tony stark, makes the call behind her back cause he hates seeing her in pain. When they arrive at the hospital she nearly freaks out saying he betrayed her so he hugs her and says it will be ok; but when he did that he also got her in the neck with a sedative to knock her out to make it easier on everyone? Lol

Session (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION Request: … reader is Tony’s daughter and has a history with self harming so he sends her to therapy for depression. Tony went to intro session with y/n and she says that she doesnt cut anymore and still maintains the lie and then Tony begins to notice all of the signs that point to her self harming and realises she never actually stopped? If thats okay? If not, i understand?

Dip (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Depression, self-doubt Request: Tony stark x daughter reader where her grades slip bad because of depression and she panics but Tony’s there for her and makes sure she knows it’s okay to fail?

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Feeling Loved Again (Father!Tony X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Swearing Request:I had an idea. Where the reader is Tony Starks daughter (15-16 yr old) but she lives with her mom. She’s kind of tomboyish and dyes her hair funky colors so her mom gets sick of it and drops her off at the tower unexpectedly and tells tony she’s his problem now. So he gladly signs the custody papers. He totally adores her and celebrates her first night with him with take out and movies with the whole team.

Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad. Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.

Five Days (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER Other Warnings: Bullying/ teasing Request: Hey love! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of where the reader has been in recovery from an eating disorder and then has a hard relapse? Maybe with a platonic or father Tony Stark?

It’ll Work Out (Stony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War, emotions Request: Hey can you do one where reader is stonys daughter and it’s just about how the family is torn apart lots of angst ends in fluff

New Environment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of bad background and illegal activities. Request: Do you think you can do a roleplay where tonys daughter doesn’t come from the same background as him and maybe is coming from the ‘ghetto where she lived with her mom and she’s trying to act tough and stuff buts she’s actually really scared? …

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: … reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? …

Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Threatening (not serious) Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘

To Make You Happy (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hints of depression Request: … She’s been depressed and going through a rough time. So to cheer her up her dad gets her a kitten even though he isn’t fond of animals. He knew she always wanted one. And she does start to cheer up and they share a dad daughter fluffy moment.

My Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent Request: … Tony has a teenage daughter he didn’t know about but the mom dies, so he takes custody and introduces her around and just overall becomes a dad of a teenager? (You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Supporting Dad (Tony Stark X Reader) Request: Could you do reader being Tony’s kid and they’re as smart as him and decide to go into music instead of inventing? Like with Tony being the super proud band parent at every concert or somth about him being supportive

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: … reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Sickness Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.

Bookworms (Loki X Fem!Reader) Request: Hey could I request one where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she does a bunch of reading with Loki, but finds out he hasn’t read Harry Potter, freaks, and makes him read all of them?

Your Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Minor Spoilers of Civil War Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter and he doesn’t know about her and during the airport scene in Civil war this teenage girl arrives in an iron man suit and stops the fight and Tony’s like who are you and then she’s replies with “your daughter” ...

Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder Request: ... reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? ...

I’m Here Now (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Mention of car crash, death, injury Request: ... Her and her mom got into a bad accident. The mom dies and reader needs a blood transfusion so when the drs test her they match her to Stark. He gets the call and rushes over. Realizing he’s a dad to a teenage girl now he has the team ready a room and he welcomes her into his heart and makes her feel extra special since she lost her mom.

Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Request: ... Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system 'cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? ...

Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury Request: ... reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? ...

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: ... reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? ...

Being Tony Stark’s Adopted Daughter Would Include…

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Blood, getting shot Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? ...

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: ... reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony ... has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. ...

Approving (Peter Parker X Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: ... Tony says to his daughter that he doesn’t like the idea of them dating but behind her back he’s talking to the Avengers about how happy he is that his daughter found a good guy. ...

Warning Signs (Tony and Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse Request: ... reader goes to peter Parkers school and she also started interning at the avengers tower as a lab assistant? She gets along with the team and considers them family. She ends up not showing up at school or the tower for a few days so Peter goes to her house to check on her and finds out she’s being abused by her parents. ...

Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Teasing Request: ... Tony goes on with his life as an Avenger and all and it’s getting harder on him ... Meanwhile, you’re struggling with your social life ... you become pretty lonely and your favorite place is the tower with the avengers ... Finally, one morning, you and Tony are both up early(like, 4 am) and you talk to each other about your troubles. ...

Being Pepper’s Adopted Daughter and Tony Adopting You Would Include…

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TONY STARK - FAMILIAL

A Little Dense (Tony Stark X Sister!Reader, Clint Barton X Fem!Reader) Warnings: A bit of swearing Request: Clint and tony’s sister. You are trying to tell him that Clints gonna be a dad and tony is gonna be a uncle? The rest of the team finds out at the end. Some cute and fluff.

Meeting Her Husband (Loki X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Pregnancy Request: Tony and sister reader: he and the team discover you are in a secret relationship with Loki and you both are happily married and you are a few months pregnant with loki’s baby and he is not happy about it.

A Little Talk (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Swearing, alcoholism Request: one with Tony as your big brother and you’re both going through a hard time or something?

Unfinished Business (Tony X Brother!Reader) Warnings: Death, death of parents, presumed death, a lot of emotions coming your way Request: … Reader is Tony Starks brother who, at a young age, runaway and now is coming back at Tony? But like Reader has some sort of a supernatural power like seeing ppl? …

I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?

Passing The Test. (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death threats, unplanned pregnancy, minor violence. Request: … reader being Tony´s sister. She dates Pietro for a long time and gets pregnant, and the avengers find out (exept tony) and their reaction, and at the end Tony realize because of her tummy and wants to kill pietro but at the end he is proud …

Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before

Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood. Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!

Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother. Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...

[skeeter-110]

I Dreamt About You Every Night

Tony Stark has been dead for seventeen years due to a mission gone wrong. He’s survived getting blown up, palladium poisoning, terrorist attacks, and even Thanos himself, and he gets killed by - what was supposed to be - a simple day-to-day mission. Or, so everyone thought.

|| Chapter One || || Chapter Two || || Chapter Three || || Chapter Four || || Chapter Five ||

Chapter Six

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

"Okay, so what's the game plan?" Peter asks three hours later when they finally were able to find the old base. When Tony said he had a rough estimate, he really meant a rough estimate. "Tony?" Peter calls out again when the scientist didn't answer him.

Glancing over next to him, Peter saw Tony blankly staring at the base. Very hesitantly, Peter shook Tony's shoulder, not wanting to startle him out of what - Peter was assuming - was a PTSD episode, but also wanting him to come back down to Earth.

"Hey, Tony, snap out of it. It's okay, you're safe. You're not going back here so they can continue to do what they were doing to you." Peter tries to calm, confusion washing over when when Tony began walking towards the base.

"Tony. Hey, Tony, what are you doing?" Peter harshly whispers, trying to get the older man to stop walking away. Making sure his guard was still firmly up, Peter followed Tony into the base, coming to the conclusion that this was no longer PTSD induced and something else was causing this.

Peter soon found him and Tony standing in a wide open room, the door slamming closed behind them. There was only one singular light hanging above them, making it difficult for Peter to look around and see what was around him. The only thing Peter knew for sure was that his spidey-sense were going off the charts, making him feel like they had just fallen into a trap.

"Even after all of these years, it still surprises me how easy it is to control his mind." A man's voice echoes all around them, making Peter turn around in circles in attempt to get even a small glance of who was speaking.

"It also still surprises me how strong your loyalty remained, even with Stark gone." The voice continues. "Maybe the loyalty runs so deep and that's why it was so easy to get into your children's minds. Or it could just be because they're simply that; children."

"Where are they? What have you done with them?" Peter growls, hating the fact that all that seemed to do was amuse whoever the voice belonged to.

"Nothing too life altering, yet. They're mainly just pawns needed for this exchange." The voice says.

"What exchange?" Peter questions, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer to this question.

"Your children's lives, for Starks."

"Show yourself!" Peter shouts, wanting to know who it was exactly that was black mailing him.

Slowly a man began walking out of the shadows, revealing himself. It was the same man from the videos, and even though Peter has seen him a million times before, it was still jarring to see him in person. If Tony wasn't standing there completely blank, Peter was sure he would make another comment about how much this guy truly looked like a vampire.

His skin was a shade of grey that you only saw on the living dead, his eyes glowed red, and his teeth were almost as sharp as a shark's.

"Who are you?" Peter questions, his confusion growing more when all the man - creature? - in front of him scoffed in disbelief. "Doctor Morbius at your service." The man greets, rolling his eyes and continuing when Peter didn't show any kind of recognition. "What, my good pal Doctor Octavius didn't tell you about me? God knows he wouldn't shut up about bringing you down. But, then again, I guess he wasn't around for too long before I got rid of him; he really was useless wasn't he?" The man - Morbius - rambled. "What do you want from us?" Peter asks, hoping to stop Morbius from continuing down whatever messed up trip down memory lane that he was going down. "Isn't it obvious? Look at me! I wasn't supposed to end up like this! I was supposed to be curing the rare blood disease I had, but Octavius had other plans. He made me into this and I want it fixed. I've seen what Stark can do - how he was able to build a new element to save himself - and I will stop at nothing to make sure he does the same for me. Even if that means having  experiments on your son to figure out a cure." Morbius threatens, instantly making Peter see red and blast him to the other side of the room with his taser webs; Peter secretly thanking whatever gave him the idea to make webs strong enough to hold even Steve against a wall.

Apparently, blasting Morbius to the other side of the room broke whatever mind control he had on Tony because the man quickly snapped out of the trance he was in and began frantically looking around the building.

Unfortunate, at the same time, Morbius whistled and called in a bunch of his goons for reinforcement.

"Wha- Pete, what's happening?" Tony asks, instantly fighting the people surrounding him along side Peter.

"Long story short, scary vampire man wants you to stay with him for all of eternity - or at least until you're able to cure him - and we need to figure out a game plan to make sure that doesn't happen." Peter explains, rolling his eyes when he caught a glimpse of the bewildered look Tony was giving him. "Yeah, you kind of missed the whole monologue villains like to give."

"Okay, game plan." Tony huffs, continuing to fight off what felt like hundreds of HYDRA soldiers. "I think I've got an idea." Tony shouts, Peter moving towards Tony as best as he could while simultaneously fighting off all the soldiers.

"You better tell me the plan quick; it feels like they're multiplying by the second." Peter pants as he kicks one of the soldiers clear across the room.

"Right, well, I remember when those vampire movies began coming out, Pepper made me watch them with her, and they said that the best way to kill a vampire was with fire." Tony says, making Peter scoff.

"You can not seriously be comparing this situation to Twilight." Peter snarks, grunting in frustration as they continued to fight.

"You got a better idea?" Tony snaps back.

"Okay and how do you supposed we go through with your plan?" Peter asks on lieu of an answer, shooting another string of webs at Morbius when it looked like he was beginning to break free from the first round of webs.

"I'll distract the cult and their leader while you go out and find the kids. Once you do, get the hell out of here because I'm going to blow it up." Tony tells Peter, making him shake his head in return.

"No, not happening." Peter quickly disagrees.

"Peter, Kid, I need you to work with me on this one." Tony pleads.

"No! Come up with a plan that doesn't involve us splitting up." Peter says, making Tony realize the real reason Peter was being so stubborn about all of this.

"Pete, I know you're worried about what happened the last time happening again but you've got to trust me on this." Tony pleads, although it didn't do much to persuade Peter like he wanted.

"I-I won't. I won't leave you again- I can't leave you again. Tony I can't lose you again, I just can't." Peter practically cries, and in that moment, Peter felt like he was eighteen-years-old again. All of a sudden he was back there, back to the night where he saw his father-figure for the very last time.

"Pete, I understand that us splitting up failed miserably the last time, but I promise it's going to be okay now. You've just got to trust me." Tony says, Peter's breathing picking up as he began to look around the room, realizing how screwed they were currently.

Making a quick split decision, Peter threw his last three taser webs at Morbius, sticking him further against the wall and zapping him. Just like with Tony, Morbius' control on all of the soldiers released, causing all of them to fall down to the ground.

"That'll give you about ten minutes. If you're not outside within that time, I'm coming back in and dragging your ass out myself." Peter sternly says while Tony just pants and stares at him in disbelief and a bit of annoyance.

"You couldn't have done that a bit sooner?" Tony huffs, making Peter roll his eyes.

"Well I couldn't have just wasted all of them. We needed to figure out a plan first." Peter defends. "Now, go!" Peter says before running down a random hall.

He made sure to get far away from the previous room, trying to find a quiet spot so he could use his super hearing and figure out where in the world his kids were.

Peter could faintly hear their voices coming down from one of the halls, booking it as fast as he could down it; only stopping every now and then to see if he could hear their voices again.

Peter soon found himself lost, turning around in circles when he found himself in a hall filled with rooms, half tempted to just start busting through them when he heard a crash coming a bit further down the hall.

Taking that as his hint, Peter began running towards where he heard the crash, quickly coming up to a crossroads. Closing his eyes, Peter tried to block out all the rest of his senses to try and hear better where the kids were.

"Out of all the times for you two to quit being chatterboxes, now is not the time." Peter whispers to himself, smiling when he heard the familiar whines of Ben and Annie arguing.

Peter ran towards the closed door he heard their voices behind, fully ready to scoop both of them up into his arms and never let them go again. Just as Peter was reaching the door, the whole building began to shake beneath him, practically making him fall to his knees.

"Damn, Tony, you couldn't have found a subtler way to tell me to hurry up?" Peter grouses as he regains his footing. Figuring he needed to be as quick as possible, Peter slammed open the door, instantly ducking the limp that came swinging at him.

"Woah, hey, woah! It's me, it's me!" Peter shouts, grabbing Ben's arms which were basically just flailing in Peter's general direction rather than actually throwing punches in defense.

"Dad?" Ben asks in surprise once he gained awareness.

"Yeah, it's me, now we need to go and we need to go fast. So be quick, hop on my back. Annie-May, you can come out now and come here." Peter rapidly says, wrangle his two kids together and making sure he was able to carry both of them out of the building.

"What's happening?" Annie asks once Peter starts booking it down the hall.

"Long story short, the bad guys that took Grandpa Tony wanted him back and so now Grandpa Tony is going to blow up the building." Peter shortly answers, more focused on making sure Annie continued to hold onto his neck since he had to hold onto Ben.

"He's going to blow up the whole building? Why?" Ben questions, shivering slightly once they exited the building and the cold night air hit him.

"Kid, I'm going to teach you a very important life lesson." Peter braces, running a bit further into the filed, really making sure there was a bunch of distance between them and the building. "Never, ever, question your grandfather." Peter says, flopping down on the ground and protectively pulling both of his kids to his chest.

"Really? That's the important life lesson?" Ben chuckles as Annie lets out a bunch of giggles.

"Trust me, it took me a really long time to learn that sometimes you're just better off letting him do whatever it is he's going to do." Peter says before sitting up and looking his children all over.

"Dad, Dad. Dad," Ben stops, continuously pulling away from Peter's curious touches "we're fine." Ben reassures once he manages push Peter away slightly.

"Well I just want to make sure you both-" Peter began to defend himself, the rest of his defense getting cut off by a giant explosion going off in the building. Peter rushed to pull each kid behind him, shielding them from the heat and debris flying everywhere with his body.

Once he was sure the kids were again, Peter whipped around, expecting to see the Iron Man suit flying out of the flames. But instead, he saw nothing. There was nothing but building anxiety and all Peter could do at that moment was scream.

"Tony!"

Tag List: @spideyspeaches​ @lost-lunar-wolf​ @joyful-soul-collector​ @hatakehikari​ @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm​

[a2tony]

I heard you like prompts lol. How about tony accidentally discovering that peter (his sweet, innocent, nerdy son) is a camboy?

(Holy fuck! What a great prompt. I adore this <3 Here goes:)

It’s not as if typing “Spider man boxer shorts cumshot” into the search bar -didn’t- make Tony feel guilty. It was that a recovering party animal/stuck-up asshole simply ate shame for breakfast. Tony feels a thrill like no other as his screen populates with sixteen thumbnails of bare, rigid cocks peeking from between the colorful flaps of cartoon underwear.

Sometimes, he had no specific preference. Clicking the first one and cycling through whatever playlist was linked to it on the right. He wasn’t the only pervert in his fifties obsessed with the bite-sized superhero.

He was just the only one who knew the man beneath the mask. Who had seen him less than forty-five minutes, ago. Peter had hugged him and thanked him profusely for help on his graduate essay. He’d thanked Tony with grateful tears in his eyes and said the man was like a -father- to him.

Tony hisses at the memory and pulses beneath his slacks like some taboo fetishist. He wants to pretend hearing Peter’s lips whisper Daddy to him wouldn’t make him shoot long and hard in his slacks. He wants to...

...but one of the videos has a title that catches his eye.

“Spidxer-Fuckbait Thanks Iron Daddy for Homework Help”

Tony shakes his head slightly. The heat of even thinking about that scenario making his heart thrum almost painfully. His cock is so rigid that his pants are cutting into him. He unzips and struggles to wrestle himself free. Standing, he clicks the video.

The first sounds are shuffling. Tony looks down past his bulge to the screen. The camboy’s mask is meticulously detailed. He shows it off as he dances on his hands and knees before the camera. Even the nano-metals seem convincing. Tony likes when the camboys he finds are also cosplayers. Their convincing costumes and weapons adding to the tawdry fantasies he has about his former mentee.

It feels deliciously blasphemous to imagine Peter defiling millions of dollars worth of technology just to help the anonymous internet fingerfuck themselves into oblivion.  It feels deliciously blasphemous to imagine Peter. Full Stop.

He pushes his pants down to his ankles and resumes his seat before the laptop. The performer hasn’t started talking, yet. He’s simply shaking his spider-print rump at his camera. Tony strokes himself with gratitude, imagining those muscled thighs around his own.

This one really could be a superhero. Every inch of him is tight and etched with power. Tony allows himself to sink into the idea that this is Peter. That he’s doing this just for Tony Stark. His daddy.  He whispers to himself. “I thought you were gonna thank me, kid...”

He’s surprised to feel his cock flex in his fist. Sure, Peter’s about to get his Ph.D. That doesn’t mean Tony’s ever going to stop calling him that stupid nickname. Secretly, he thinks the boy likes it. Too many people expect too much out of him. At least he gets to hang loose around Tony.

Or at least, that’s what Tony tells himself.

Tony is unsurprised when the Peter-clone peels off his boxers to reveal a perfectly hairless buffet of ass and balls to the camera. He finds his hips lifting off his desk chair toward the screen. Imagining what Peter would say in offer to him.

He doesn’t need to imagine for long, because this is when the camboy finally opens up and expresses what he’s promised in the title. “Oh, daddy. I’m so glad my homework’s all done. I was so distracted, all night.”

“Oh,” Tony blinks at the realization that this guy sounds just as squeaky as his favorite superhero. The amazing impression 

“I could feel you getting hard for me. I never told you, but I sense that. How focused you are on my lips. My body. My instincts can’t tell between your fixation and danger... I kind of like that about you.”

Tony bites his bottom lip. If only that were true. If only Peter spent every single one of their study sessions or even Avengers meetings knowing that Tony was at least 50% stuck wondering what his protege would look like on his lap.

“I wish I could just tell you that I want you, too. That I’ve always wanted you and I’d wait for you until the end of time, daddy. Iron-daddy. I can’t stop thinking about how you looked, tonight. So dapper in just sweatpants and a hoodie. You fucking end me, Tony Stark.”

Tony whimpers at the inflection on his name. The tremble in the camboy’s voice. Just like Peter. Nervous confidence dancing on every syllable. He didn’t often find camboys that called out for the older heroes like Iron Man. They stuck to the ones who were always masked or the enterally young like Captain America.

It was understood that whatever wisecrack swung the streets was at least a generation below the salt and pepper hair of Tony Stark. It was understood that only the most niche viewers would even want this.

Tony glanced to the view count.

7.

7?

His eyebrows raise at the time of the video’s publishing. Exactly ten minutes ago. Tony feels that familiar quaking in his chest. Overwhelming pleasure at the world lining up with his wishes. He could pretend this was his Peter. Fresh off a study session and aching to go home and unload the frustrations of the chaste night he didn’t want.

Tony relaxes his left arm. He’d been gripping his mouse fiercely to keep the tension building in his body from making the attention he’s paying to his cock from growing uncomfortable. He’s practically on his feet, again. Thankfully, this video isn’t long. He’s barely touched himself and he’s almost done.

Though, he’d been pent up for hours as Peter knelt his head over their shared tablet and read the essay out loud to Tony as the man idly scanned for errors he was entirely sure Peter wouldn’t make.

“Tony, why don’t you realize I just want you to pull me onto your lap and tell me you’re tired of hearing about Quantum fucking physics and... and...”

Tony stops moving as he watches... Peter Parker cum on the bedspread he’d given him when he started college all those years ago. It had been too large for the twin bed Peter was likely to have, but Tony had ordered thousands of dollars worth of gifts when Peter had refused to let him pay his tuition.

He’d hinted at the fact that Peter was welcome to sell whatever he needed along the way. 

And Peter had joked that his goal was to finish college and make enough money to house all his cool new gifts. Not pawn them off.

Tony wipes his hands off and ignores the continued throbbing of his erection. With a single click, he’s on this camboy’s profile and suddenly privy to what might as well be Peter’s personal calendar of study sessions.

Every Thursday just after 10pm for months and months. 

“Spidxer-fuckbait thanks Iron Daddy for ride to Urgent Care” on the night Peter accidentally learned he had an allergy to one of Tony’s exotic dishes.

“Spidxer-fuckbait makes Iron Daddy jealous talking about Thor” on the night of Peter’s 29th birthday where they didn’t study, but instead had a pool party. ...where Thor drunkenly flirted with Peter all night and Peter did not object.

“Spidxer-fuckbait cooks for sick Iron Daddy” on the night they ended up not studying because Tony had the flu and Peter didn’t want to catch it. Tony shrugs and clicks the “Live Camshow” button next to the performer’s name and the tiny green dot that indicates he’s still online. He types in an offer and waits for a reply.

Instead of negotiating, the camshow starts immediately. The naked, though masked, man waves at his camera and chirps a polite “hello!” Tony offers to share his own video feed and Spidxer-fuckbait accepts after charging an additional fee.

Tony tilts the camera up toward his face. In case this is a misread, he doesn’t want to expose himself to someone who -doesn’t- want it. He takes a deep breath. Smiles.

He can tell when his face finally appears on the other person’s screen. Their shoulders slump. “I... I’m sorry, Mr. Stark.”

Tony laughs, slightly. “I didn’t pay for this so I could scold you. Come back over?”

The slumped shoulders lift. As does the hung head. “A...are you serious?”

“Uh, yeah,” Tony scoffs. “When I was scrapbooking your thank you cards from university, I didn’t realize I could have been getting thanked like this. Get. Your ass. Back over here. NOW.”

[jeranasblog]

Happy Birthday, Daddy

Summary:  Peter made the perfect present for his Daddy’s birthday.

Rating: E

Notes:  This story is my 5th @starkercestevent​ contribution.  Kink for the 5th story: Sex Tapes (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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After the disaster at the annual Stark Charity Event, Peter and his Daddy had only grown closer. The Alpha had been even more possessive, even more attentive, and even more loving, anticipating every wish Peter could possibly have before he had the chance to express it. He was in heaven; the focus of his Daddy was only on him, and that made his stomach bubble with happiness. Not only was his Daddy good in bed, but he was also the best Alpha to take care of him.

 Their life had become pretty domestic, his Daddy spent most of the time working and fucking Peter, while Peter was studying, meeting his friend and getting fucked by his Daddy. Never before had he felt so content, so balanced, and he blossomed under his Daddy’s attention, his grades were getting even better.

 There was only one thing Peter was constantly thinking about. His Daddy’s birthday was in a week and he wanted to find the perfect present for him. But what could he give a man who had enough money to buy everything he could ever want? Slowly, Peter became desperate. There was no material thing in the world, Tony Stark couldn’t buy.

 The closer the birthday came, the more nervous Peter got. He only had three days left. Three days to find the best present for his Daddy, to show how much Peter loved him, how much he wanted to be owned by him. He wanted to find a present that showed precisely that he was his Daddy’s property, and with each day that passed, Peter became more and more restless.

 Finally, he decided to call Bucky. He was the only bonded Omega he knew, and he was too desperate not to try, so he picked up his phone as soon as his Daddy left for work.

 “Peter?” Bucky’s voice was filled with surprise.

 Peter had actually never called him before, and he swallowed the feeling of anxiety that started to spread in his guts. Yes, he didn’t consider Bucky a friend, but his Alpha Steve was very close to Tony, so calling might have been a good idea anyway. If Bucky knew what Steve liked, maybe Tony would be pleased with it as well. “Bucky, I need your help.”

 “What’s up? Anything happened?” Bucky sounded seriously concerned.

 “Nothing’s happened.” Peter reassured him. “It’s just- Tony’s birthday is in a week and I don’t know what to get him. He has enough money to buy anything he wants, and-“ He paused for a second, afraid he got on Bucky’s nerves. “Doesn’t matter, just ignore me.”

 He heard a soft laugh coming from the other end of the call. “Hey, Peter. I know how it feels, and don’t worry; I might have an idea. I’m glad you called. Is your Alpha home?”

 “No?” Peter answered confused, a little scared by Bucky’s enthusiasm.

 “Perfect, give me twenty minutes, I’ll come over.” The other Omega hung up before Peter even had a chance to protest.

  As Bucky entered the apartment, he hugged Peter to greet him and dumped a huge backpack in the middle of the living room. Peter had already been suspicious why he even needed to bring it along at all, and when Bucky opened the backpack, Peter started to blush.

 “I’m glad you called me.” Bucky was grinning madly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "We've been spending far too little time together, Petey. We Omegas got to stick together, don't we?" Peter nodded, still frozen from the glance into the backpack. “When you asked me what you could give to your Daddy, I immediately thought about the present I made for Steve.” His grin turned even dirtier.

 “I don’t know if I like where this is going.” Peter said doubtfully, fumbling with his sleeves while his gaze was lowered to the ground.

 “Oh, sweetie.” Bucky purred. “I can see why your Daddy is into you. You’re so precious. Come on, let’s give it a try. You Alpha would love to see you like that.”

 That was all Bucky had to say to convince Peter. ‘His Daddy would love it’, that was so true. Peter wanted to give his Daddy the best present possible, wanted to show him how much he loved him, and if it required listening to Bucky’s suggestions for a few minutes, Peter would gladly do it.

 “All right.” Peter agreed, reluctantly smiling at the other Omega. “I’ll give it a shot. Would you like some coffee?”

 Bucky’s eyes sparkled and he grinned even broader, pulling a video camera out of the backpack. “Sure, let’s go for it.” That was the moment Peter knew Bucky was going be trouble.

 Five hours and three coffees later, the present was ready just before his Daddy came home.

 Tony’s birthday fell on a Sunday, and Peter was more than happy that his Daddy didn’t have to work. He woke up early, his alarm went off twenty minutes before Tony’s, and he got up to make coffee for his Daddy. He wanted the day to be special, wanted to be the best little Omega for his Alpha.

 “Daddy, happy birthday, time to get up.” He crawled on the bed, snuggling up to his Daddy and breathed in the heavy scent. It was the familiar musky Alpha smell, leather mixed with a hint of coffee, and Peter purred in contentment.

 “Baby?” Tony’s voice was tired but happy and he smiled at his Omega as he took the steaming mug from his hands. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re the best.” The Alpha wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer until he was halfway sitting on his Daddy’s lap. They enjoyed the coffee in silence, savoring the closeness and peace they usually didn’t have in the morning due to the Alpha’s work schedule.

 “Daddy, I have a present for you.” Peter said after a few minutes, wiggling excited on his father’s lap.

 Tony groaned from the friction. “Yeah, baby boy? What have you got for me?” He pressed open-mouthed kisses on Peter’s lips, making the Omega whimper softly. Peter already felt the familiar sensation of arousal and he closed his eyes, focusing on the task ahead. He couldn’t give in now, he needed to give his present to his Alpha.

 “First breakfast, Daddy.” Peter pulled away from the hug and Tony looked at him in surprise. Usually, Peter always wanted sex as soon as the Alpha touched him, and the slight smell of his slick that was lingering in the room showed that the Omega was already aroused. Nevertheless, Peter kept his distance, smiling at his Daddy to reassure him that everything was fine.

 “Just make a quick trip to the bathroom, Daddy. I’ll prepare breakfast.” Peter's eyes were sparkling, and although the Alpha would have preferred to spend more time in bed, he got up with a sighed. He couldn’t deny his Omega anything, even if it meant keeping his dick wrapped in his pants.

  Twenty minutes later they were eating pancakes in silence, while Peter did his best to keep his distance to his Daddy. He knew he would cave as soon as the scent of his Daddy was pulling him in and he had to stand firm to continue his plan. The blueberry pancakes were delicious, but Peter couldn’t concentrate on the taste, too nervous about the present. What if his Daddy didn’t like it? Or even worse, what if he laughed at him?

 When they finally finished the food, Peter brought the dishes into the kitchen and asked his Daddy to wait on the couch in the living room for his present. He went into the bathroom and prepared everything he needed for today. First, he changed into pretty red panties he had bought especially for today, and then he put on a matching see-through bathrobe. A look in the mirror confirmed that the lingerie was hugging his body perfectly, and it gave him the necessary confidence for his plan. He brushed his teeth and fixed his hair quickly before he joined his Daddy in the living room.

 As soon as the Alpha laid eyes on him, his pupils dilated, and a dark hungry look appeared on his face. He wasn’t moving, but the tense posture showed that his Daddy was ready to lunge at him every second. His stomach was fluttering under Tony’s obvious arousal and he licked his lips, preparing himself to be devoured by his Alpha.

 “Daddy.” Peter purred, confident under the longing gaze. Usually, his Daddy initiated the sex between them, but today Peter wanted to do something special.

 “Come here, baby!” Tony ordered, gesturing him to sit down on the Alpha’s lap, and Peter struggled with his biology to disobey the command.

 “Just a second, Daddy.” He begged, his pleading eyes focused on the Alpha, and he walked over to the TV, making sure to sway his hips enchantingly. He could feel the tension in the room, could feel the eyes following him, waiting for the perfect moment lunge out. He wanted to look good for his Alpha, irresistible, but if he would go too far, his Daddy would snap, and the surprise would be ruined.

 The Alpha growled. “Fuck, sweetheart. What are you doing to me? Dressing up so prettily just for me, ready to be taken, but instead of sitting on my cock like a good little Omega, you’re teasing me and keep your distance? Do you think that’s fair?”

 Peter whimpered, his hands shaking with excitement as he put a disc into the DVD player. He had to bend over to reach the player, his back arched and his ass on display, ready for his Daddy to take. The first gush of slick was running down his thighs, escaping from his soaked panties and he felt how the Alpha’s gaze was following the drops.

 “Daddy, please, gimme a minute.” Peter begged, tears already forming in his eyes. “I swear I sit on your cock immediately. I’ve already prepped myself in the bathroom. Just let me give you your present first.”

 Tony groaned, a mixture of annoyance and arousal, but fortunately, he gave in. “Fine baby but hurry up. I can’t wait forever.”

 Peter obeyed, put the disk in the DVD player, and almost ran back to the couch. He jumped onto his Daddy’s lap and wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s neck.

 “Happy birthday, Daddy.” Peter whispered, pressing his lips against Tony’s. A deep growl rumbled through the Alpha’s chest and he took over the control of the kiss, prying his mouth open with his tongue.

 The Omega moaned. His Daddy’s tongue was roaming around in his mouth, dominating every inch of it, and Peter let go. He lost himself in the kiss, his lips moving against his Daddy’s, while his soaked panties were the only barrier between his slick hole and his Alpha’s cock. He whimpered, non-verbally begging for his Daddy to give him what he wanted, what he needed. Arousal was taking over his mind, leaving him as a desperate mess, willing to do everything his Daddy wanted him to.

 “Fuck, sweetheart. You drive me crazy all the time. Such a good Omega, giving me such a beautiful birthday present on your body. Look at your ass in those panties, all ripe, ready for me to take.”

 Peter’s beamed under the compliment, and it took his lustful brain a second to process his Daddy’s words. Birthday present? Fuck, his Daddy thought the lingerie was everything Peter wanted to give him? Slowly, the fog in his mind started to clear a little, and Peter forced himself to focus on the plan again.

 “That’s not your only present, Daddy.” Peter put on his most innocent expression, knowing he would get anything from his Alpha when he looked like this. “Daddy let me turn around and give you your other present. I don’t have to get up, just let me turn around.”

 The Alpha groaned reluctantly, burying his teeth in the Omega’s neck and making him scream. He didn’t pull back until a red mark blossomed on Peter’s skin and he looked at it satisfied. “Fine, baby. You can turn around if you sit on my cock and warm it like a good little Omega. Deal?”

 Peter felt hot all over, the idea of sitting on his Alpha’s cock made him burn with desire. He wanted it now, suddenly couldn’t wait even a minute longer. “Yes, Daddy, please. I need it, I need your cock, I need your knot.”

 Tony growled, stripping off his panties and manhandling him until his back was pressed against the Alpha’s chest. Peter hadn’t even noticed when the Alpha had pulled his trousers down, but he could feel the bare cock nudging against his wet hole.

 “Daddy.” Peter was whining, trying to move his hips to get friction against his hole, but the tight grip of his Daddy prevented him from splitting himself open on the thick cock.

 “Beg, sweetheart.” The Alpha ordered, his knees pressing against Peter’s legs, forcing the Omega to open them obscenely. “Beg me to fill your greedy little cunt.”

 Peter was too far gone to feel shame anymore, tears spilling from his eyes, and a craving for his Daddy’s cock was filling each cell of his body. “P-please, daddy. Please, gimme your cock. I need it. Please, put it in my cunt.”

 Tony growled, a deep possessive sound, and Peter could feel the tip pressing against his rim. He moaned in satisfaction, moving his hips, and working together with his Daddy, until finally his Daddy’s cock entered his body. Peter moaned like a whore, his walls stretched tight around the thick flesh and his brain shut down. He didn’t remember his plan anymore, didn’t remember why he wanted to ride his Daddy chest to back, the only thing he was focused on was the delicious friction in his body.

 Fortunately, at least his Daddy was a man of his words. “Baby.” The Alpha was panting against his neck. “Tell me now what the present is about before I fuck you stupid with my cock.”

 Although his Daddy wasn’t moving, it took Peter a second to calm down enough to remember his plan. His insides were clenching, inviting his Daddy to just take him, but the Alpha kept his promise. Still half out of his mind, Peter fumbled for the remote, the cock inside of him pulsating every time, even if he moved just a little bit. Finally, he found the right button and pressed play.

  The video started and showed a shot of Peter who was sitting on their bed, wearing the same panties his Daddy had stripped of him a few minutes ago. He was a bit nervous, fumbled with the sheets, and looked shyly into the camera. Before ‘Video Peter’ even started talking, Tony seemed to understand what the present was about, and his hands tightened on Peter’s hips, forcing him to stay on the pulsating cock.

 “Hi, Daddy.” ‘Video Peter’ blushed and shifted until he finally settled onto his knees. His legs were spread and revealed his soft cock clad in the familiar red panties, his Daddy’s favorite color. “Umm, I didn’t know what I could get you for your birthday, because you can buy anything you want, but I thought I could make a little video. You can take it with you when you go on the next business trip.” He giggled softly and placed his hands on his thighs, slowly stroking them without touching his panties.

 The Alpha growled, his hips suddenly thrusting up and Peter bounced on his cock. He cried, surprised by the unexpected friction, and his muscles clenched, keeping the Alpha’s cock locked inside his body.

 “Daddy.” Peter whimpered, his hips moving involuntarily, and it got harder and harder for him to focus on the screen.

 “Such a good little Omega.” The Alpha purred in Peter’s ear, his hand digging into his soft thighs. “How thoughtful of you to give me something to enjoy when I’m separated from you. Tell me you’re mine, little slut.”

 “Yours, Daddy, only yours.” Peter’s eyes rolled back when his Daddy’s cock hit his prostate and he could feel slick leaking out of his body. He was already drifting away, becoming sweet and pliant for his Alpha to take, his thoughts reduced to the thick flesh inside of him.

  ‘Video Peter’ was smiling shyly into the camera, stroking his body and twisting his nipples. A moan echoed through the room, coming from the sound system that was installed all over the living room, and his Alpha’s cock twitched in response. Peter couldn’t even focus on the screen anymore; lust clouded his brain while he was frantically bouncing on his Alpha’s cock. It felt so good, like everything he had ever wished for, and he flew even higher, knowing that his Daddy loved his present.

 His Alpha’s eyes were fixed on the screen, watching as Video-Peter was turned around, spread his cheeks with his hands, and presented his dripping hole to the camera. Slick was running down his thighs and he pressed two fingers into his body.

 “Baby just look at yourself on the screen. You look so ripe, so needy, so perfect for your Daddy. Your hole is arching for me, wet from just thinking about my cock.” Tony growled into Peter’s ear, steadily thrusting in and out of his body. “I love you, and I love your present. I’m going to take it with me on my business trip, watch it again and again, thinking about the sweet little Omega who is waiting for me at home. You’re the only one for me, you’re mine.”

 Peter sobbed, pleasure was buzzing through his body, leaving him shaken each time the tip of his Daddy’s cock was stroking against his sweet spot. It was pure bliss, but still not enough. He wanted to be buried under his Daddy, wanted to be shoved down and used. He was a slut for his Daddy, his wet hole, made to get the Alpha off, and the thought alone made him cry out loud.

 “Daddy, I’m yours, I need you.” ‘Video Peter’ was whimpering as well, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole. The Alpha’s eyes were black, watching his present like a predator, ready to lunge at his prey. “Daddy, it’s not enough, I need you, please come home, please take me.”

 The Alpha reached his breaking point. He roared, grabbed Peter’s hips, and pulled him away from his cock. Peter whined in despair, begging his Daddy to give him back his knot, to give him something, anything, to soothe the emptiness in his hole, but Tony was no longer paying attention to his pleads.

 He was feral with lust, manhandling him until he was pressed face-first into the couch. He didn’t even pull the Omega’s hips up, simply kicking his legs apart and burying himself to the hilt into the wet heat again. Peter’s moans were muffled by the cushions and slick gushed out of his hole, ruining the leather of the couch. The Alpha was grinding his hips, riding him into the mattress while his teeth were assaulting the Omega’s neck.

 “God, I love you.” The Alpha growled, his voice strained from the need to claim his Omega. “So sweet for Daddy, always knowing exactly what I need. I’m going to reward you; I’m going to stuff you with my come until you’re leaking it for days. You will know who you belong to every second, when you leave the house, in college, even when you meet your little friends. I’ll make sure to keep you breed the whole time.”

 Peter’s whole body was shaking. Just the thought of being stuffed by his Daddy, of being breed by his Daddy, was enough to get him close. He knew he couldn’t actually get pregnant since he was on birth control, but the thought of being claimed so thoroughly by his Daddy made him lose his mind.

 “Please, Daddy.” He whimpered weakly; all the energy drained from his body. “I want that, I want you. Claim me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

 The Alpha roared, accelerating his thrusts and pressing himself even harder against the Omega’s body. Every time he entered the tight wet heat, Peter was pushed around on the couch, his leaking cock getting the friction he was desperate for. His orgasm was coming closer and closer, and each stroke against his prostate took him higher.

 “Daddy, I can’t take it anymore, I’m coming, I’m-“ His words were swallowed by a moan as Tony buried his teeth in his neck, only an inch away from his mating glands. The pain was wonderful, a burning throb mixed with his arousal, and he couldn’t avoid the sensation, forced to just take it.  

 The video was still running in the background, needy whines echoing across the room, but they were drowned out by Peter’s desperate cries. His Daddy’s thrusts were rocking his hips against the couch, making obscene sounds every time the thick cock entered his body.

 A resounding sensation announced his orgasm. It tingled through his body, heating every inch of him until it ended in his hole. His cunt was leaking and throbbing, begging his Daddy for his seed, and Peter couldn’t hold back much longer. He gasped and choked on the feeling while his mind was blissfully empty, high on the endorphins flooding his body.

 His muscles trembled, trapping his Alpha’s cock inside of his body and he could feel how his Daddy’s knot was swelling inside his hole. His entire body was trembling with arousal, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation caused by the tip of his Daddy’s cock that was pressed against his prostate. But his Daddy was cruel, his strong body fixing the Omega on the couch, forcing him to take everything the Alpha wanted to give him.

 Although his Alpha’s knot was swelling, it wasn’t quite catching yet and he was compelled to endure the overstimulation with every thrust. His Daddy couldn’t stop anymore, even if Peter would beg him to, and the thought of being at Tony’s mercy made Peter’s cock leaking endlessly onto the couch.

 It felt like hours, hours of pain and pleasure, of arousal and overstimulation, until finally, his Daddy started to roar, his hips pressed tightly against Peter’s ass. He felt how his Alpha’s come was pumped inside of his body, the knot growing until it was tying them together.

 Neither of them was able to speak, Peter drooled onto the couch while his Daddy was pumping load after load into his body, breeding him exactly as he had promised. Peter felt full and couldn’t remember ever feeling better, his Daddy’s knot plugging him up like he loved it. The Omega inside of him was purring, telling him how good he had been for his Alpha.

 “I love you, Peter.” Tony whispered in his ear. “And I loved your present. I will definitely bring it with me the next time I have to leave you.”

 Peter purred, letting himself being manhandled until he was laying on his side, the Alpha pressed against his back. He could still feel the knot buried in his body and he surrendered to the blissful silence in his head.

 “I love you, too.” Peter slurred, pressing himself closer against the muscular chest and moving his Daddy’s arms until they were tightly wrapped around his body. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”

 “Thank you, baby. It was the best birthday ever.”

[themculibrary]

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[lyssismagical]

sweetheart, you look a little tired

Febufluff Day 19, 20, 21, & 22 – Safe and Sound, Butterflies, First Kiss, & Love at First Sight 

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*

Peter’s eyes are drifting shut, swaying on his own two feet behind the cash register. He’s already been benched from actually making anything, so he’s stuck on taking orders.

“Parker!” one of his coworker’s shout from somewhere behind him. He jerks awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he yawns.

“Sorry, man. I’m awake, I’m good,” Peter says quickly, turning his attention to the next customer in line and taking their order. Thankfully, it’s a slow day at the café so he doesn’t feel as bad for not being a model employee.

As soon as the customer is through, another coworker of his, Betty, touches his shoulder and pushes a drink into his hand.

“Who’s this for?” Peter asks, looking over the cup for any name.

“For you, dumbass. A few extra shots of espresso to get you through the shift. On the house.”

Peter stares dumbly down at the coffee for a good few moments, not understanding, before he offers Betty a tired smile. “Thanks.”

She shrugs, turning back to her job. “Finish your shift and get some real sleep before your next one, alright?”

Nodding, Peter turns back to the cash register, sipping at his coffee. He’s never really liked coffee, especially now that all it does is remind him of the people he’s lost. His parents used to drink coffee practically religiously, and he remembers Sunday mornings would always smell like coffee and pancakes with his aunt and uncle. But he supposes now he doesn’t really have a choice but to get over it if he’s going to keep his head on his shoulders.

He’s currently working two part-time jobs. One at the coffee shop he’s at now, and another at a nearby restaurant where he’s a waiter. He also picks up odd jobs as often as he can, the extra cash helping to keep their heads above water.

The amount of work he does is already a lot, he barely has any downtime. Especially since he’s a single dad. His daughter is his pride and joy, the light of his life, but it’s tough, he can’t lie.

She’s three, and she’s everything, but between his two jobs and the odd jobs he has to pick up and singlehandedly taking care of a toddler? It’s taking its toll on his health.

He wouldn’t trade it for the world though. He loves her with everything he’s got, even if it means working eighteen-hour days or if it means staying up all night at her bedside when she swears there’s a monster under her bed.

“Excuse me?”

Peter jerks, eyes flying open as a flush immediately fills his cheeks. He quickly takes a gulp of his coffee and turns to the customer.

“I am so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, uh… What can I get for you?”

Peter tries his best for a smile as he looks up at the man, and holy fucking shit.

Harley Keener is leaning against the counter nonchalantly, a charming smile adorning his face. He’s holding his wallet, which is surprisingly old and worn, and is looking at Peter with raised eyebrows.

“Your number?” Harley says, smiling a little brighter and dimples show in his tan skin.

Peter, visibly flustered, fumbles for his own coffee cup anxiously, nearly knocking it over. “I, uh, I’m-”

“Kidding, darling, unless you want to.” Harley winks obnoxiously, licking his bottom lip. “I could actually go for a large black coffee. Thanks, love.”

Knowing he must look as red as a tomato, Peter rings up the price. “That’s, uh, three dollars.”

He pops open his wallet and pulls out a bill. “Keep the change, darling.”

And then there’s a one-hundred-dollar bill in Peter’s hand.

“I can’t- I can’t take this. It’s a three-dollar coffee.”

Harley’s smile falls a little bit, and he looks at Peter with confusion sparkling in his brown eyes. “You know who I am, right?”

Nodding, Peter tries to hand back the money. “Yeah, I don’t know anybody who doesn’t know you.”

“So, you have to realize I don’t need the money. I always give generous tips.”

“Generous is like twenty percent, not three thousand percent,” Peter says. He doesn’t mean to be angry, but it feels like a dig at Peter, not as a kind gesture. It makes Peter feel like he’s not working hard enough, like he’s failing his daughter if he needs to get charity from a rich man who throws around his money.

Harley shrugs and doesn’t take back the money. “Split it with your coworkers. I don’t want to carry around change.”

Peter tries his best to look polite despite being exhausted and upset and wanting nothing more than to pick up his daughter from kindergarten and take her home for a movie night.

“Large black coffee,” Peter tells Betty over his shoulder. “Is that all?”

“Yep, that would be wonderful, darling.”

As much as Peter wishes he was angry at the pet names, he can’t be. Harley Keener, son of Tony Stark, one of the most famous billionaires ever, is really hot. Tan with a mess of purposefully wild light brown curls and a wonderful smile that makes little dimples in his cheeks, and the prettiest brown eyes he’s ever seen.

Betty passes Harley the coffee over the counter with a knowing smile.

Harley sees it at the same time Peter does.

He’s too much of a coward so here’s his number.

“You’ve got a nice wingman back there,” Harley says, grinning at Peter. “I’ll call you, beautiful.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Peter doesn’t bother telling him he hasn’t had the money to pay his phone bill in a little over six months.

* “Daddy!” His daughter exclaims, racing across the schoolyard to him. As soon as she reaches him, he scoops her up into his arms, pressing a long kiss to her forehead.

“Hi, baby, I missed you loads,” Peter says, smiling at her. He ignores the tiredness that hangs from his very bones and his aching joints and focuses on the unfiltered joy in his daughter’s eyes.

June Parker was born when Peter was only eighteen. He wasn’t ready to have a child, but MJ and he decided that they could do anything so long as they had each other.

And then there were complications with the birth.

Peter doesn’t remember much from that night, one of the longest nights of his life, all he remembered is the doctors refusing to give him the baby when he was allowed into the nursery. He remembers the worry that almost had his knees giving out. They sat him down in one of the chairs and broke the news. And he sat there, and he cried until he thought his chest would cave.

And then they were tucking his baby into his arms.

“I missed you more!” she exclaims before launching into a detailed explanation of her school day.

He walks them home, a good seven blocks away from the elementary school, but it’s not like he has the spare cash to pay for a car, insurance and gas.

Eventually, they do make it home to their little apartment building, and Peter’s never been happier to peel off his sneakers and fall onto the couch, June immediately curling up against his chest.

“Do you work tonigh’?” June asks, a pout tugging at her mouth.

“Nope, got the night off, honey.” Peter doesn’t tell her that it’s because he looked dead on his feet last night and was forced to take a sick day to get some real sleep. Instead, he grins down at her, and lifts his eyebrows. “You know what that means?”

“Movie night!” she squeals, sliding off the couch and racing for the kitchen and their poorly stocked cupboards.

Peter laughs and drags himself to his feet. “Dinner first, June.”

He scoops her back up, sitting her down on the counter. “What do you want to eat?”

She pretends to think really hard for a few seconds like she hasn’t already made up her mind. “Mac and cheese!”

Shaking his head in amusement, he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Mac and cheese, it is then, baby.”

* He doesn’t sleep well again, instead making some decent money by reviewing and editing essays online and making sure June sleeps soundly despite the noise of the city, louder than ever.

And then he’s up early as ever to walk June to school and then head to the café for his shift.

“Wow, you look like you were hit by a bus,” Betty says. Not in a mean way, she’s one of the only friends he’s got. “You weren’t working last night, were you?”

“Not at the restaurant,” he says. He doesn’t need to say that he was working anyways. He doesn’t like sleeping anyway.

As soon as he takes up his position at the cash register, Harley Keener walks in.

He’s dressed immaculately as always, but there’s a frown on his face as he walks in.

“Black coffee again?” Peter says when he reaches the counter.

Harley falters for a second, eyes losing the spark of anger before it comes back with intensity. “I texted you last night. Like six times. And I called you too. Tony thought I was losing my mind over a guy at a café.”

Peter winces, opening his mouth to apologize, but there’s a bit of shame burning his chest. He doesn’t want to tell the billionaire’s heir that he’s too broke to pay for his phone bill, that’s why he couldn’t text back.

“If you didn’t like me, you could’ve at least been honest,” Harley says, genuine hurt flooding his eyes.

“I don’t even know you,” Peter says instead. But he does know that Harley’s pretty and he has hints of a southern accent from before he got adopted as Tony Stark’s kid. He does know that it’s been three years since MJ, that if he wants to get back in the game, he’s allowed to.

“You could’ve gotten to know me if you had answered your phone,” Harley counters easily, eyebrows lifting. He leans forward, closer to Peter, voice low. “Can I take you out for dinner, darling?”

Peter swallows thickly, mind blanking. All he manages is a slow nod, trying not to stare too blatantly. Harley’s so close to him that Peter can smell the expensive cologne on him.

Harley smiles, leaning back. It’s less of a cocky, arrogant, rich boy smile, and more the most genuine smile Peter’s seen, dimples showing and the corners of his eyes creasing.

“Perfect. I’ll text you?”

This is where Peter should’ve said something. Where he should’ve admitted that he didn’t have a phone plan anymore and that he doesn’t even know where his phone went, probably lost in their apartment somewhere.

Instead, Betty’s sliding a coffee across the counter to Harley who puts down a bunch of coins.

“Three dollars and sixty cents,” Harley says proudly. He’s grinning as he takes his drink. “Your twenty percent like you asked for.”

Before Peter has the time to say anything, Harley’s out the door.

* The rest of Peter’s day is busy enough to keep his mind occupied and away from thoughts of Harley. He works at the café, gets June home from school, helps her with her kindergarten homework, welcomes June’s babysitter, Ned, works at the restaurant, and gets home with just enough time to shower and get an hour or two of sleep before he’s taking June back to school.

He only realizes his mistake when Betty skips over to him. “How was your date?”

“Oh shit,” he says, jaw dropping. He stood up Harley fucking Keener. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back against the counter.

Betty’s expression falls, eyebrows crinkling. “What happened?”

“I just- I was working till three and I just- I forgot.”

As if on cue, Harley walks into the café, nonchalant, uncaring, sunglasses perched on his nose.

“Harley, look, I’m sorry-”

“Large black coffee, thanks,” Harley says, dropping three dollar bills on the table.

There’s a second where all Peter does is stare dumbly, speechless before he gets his head back. “I’m sorry, Harley. I swear I have a good explanation for this. It’s just-”

Harley shrugs. “You know I acted like I was a stupid teenager. I went home and I gushed to Tony about the cute boy at the café who was good at math and who got all flustered when I flirted with you and didn’t trip head over heels just because I’m Tony’s kid. And then yesterday, I went home and I wouldn’t shut up about how I got a date. And then you never picked up your phone. You never answered my calls. You totally stood me up.”

“I couldn’t pay for my phone plan,” Peter blurts, shame rolling in his stomach. “I should’ve told you sooner, I just- I didn’t know how. I wanted to go on that date, but I- I worked all night and I- I don’t have a phone plan anymore, so I couldn’t.”

And like someone flipped a switch, Harley’s smiling in relief, tugging his sunglasses off his face.

“In that case, when does your shift end?”

“You forgive me? Just like that?”

Harley shrugs, grinning brightly. “Course I do, wasn’t your fault. Plus, I really do like you, Peter.”

“I’ve got plans after my shift.”

“Like what?”

Peter tips his head to the side. “Before you really decide that you like me, you should know I have a daughter. I pick her up from school after my shift.”

And instead of confusion or disgust or anger or anything, Harley’s smile widens. “I know it doesn’t sound like a perfect date, but I would love to tag along.”

Peter can’t help the little smile that creeps onto his face. “I mean, yeah, sure, if you really want to. I get off my shift at two.”

“Perfect!” Harley exclaims. He grabs the coffee Betty left him on the counter. He turns away from Peter who expects him to head out, but he sits at the closest table to the counter.

“You do realize there’s still six hours until two, right?” Peter calls out.

“I have wonderful entertainment,” Harley replies, resting his chin in his hand and simply staring at Peter from across the room.

* They walk all the way from the café to the elementary school, joking and flirting and teasing each other, knocking shoulders and playfully pushing each other.

It’s fun. Peter hasn’t had fun in a really long time.

“Daddy!” June exclaims, racing towards them. She stops short when she sees Harley. She squints up at him for a moment before shrugging and lifting her arms for Peter to pick her up.

“How was school, baby?”

“Good! Miss A gave me a sticker for cleaning up!” she says, smiling brightly, little hands curling into Peter’s shirt.

Peter smiles proudly and kisses her forehead. “June, this is Harley, a friend of mine. Harley, this is my daughter June.”

June’s face scrunches up. “Daddy doesn’t have any friends.”

“Oh my god,” Harley says, trying to stifle his laughter. “Well, he does now. It’s nice to meet you, June.”

She giggles, hiding her face shyly in Peter’s chest, wide brown eyes looking Harley over as though she’s the one protecting Peter.

“Back to mine?” Peter offers. “As much as I’d love a regular afternoon hanging out, I’ve got a shift at the restaurant tonight, so I’ve gotta get dinner started early. You’re welcome to hang out.”

“You work two jobs?” Harley asks, tipping his head to the side, curls flopping across his forehead. “And look after your kid?”

It’s not said with any judgement, just curiosity with a splash of worry.

“Yeah. June’s mom passed away during childbirth,” Peter explains quietly, pressing a kiss to June’s forehead. “Just me and her now, so I’m trying my best.”

The grief is still there, but it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. He knew MJ for nearly six years, dated her for two years. He was going to propose after June was born, he didn’t want MJ to think he was only proposing because she was pregnant. He had to sell the ring not long after June was born to pay for diapers and other supplies, so he doesn’t even have it anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Harley murmurs, gently taking Peter’s hand and intertwining their fingers.

Peter offers a smile and points in the direction they have to walk. “You prepared for a seven-block walk?”

“You walk this every day?” Harley’s eyes go wide, jaw dropping. “Carrying her? Oh my god, no wonder you’re so fit!”

June giggles lifting her head to look at Harley. “Daddy’s so strong.”

“He sure is,” he agrees, grinning. “You want me to take her?”

Normally, Peter wouldn’t have agreed to give his kid over to anyone, but Harley’s been incredibly sweet and understanding over the past three days. So, he lets Harley take June and swing her up onto his shoulders, not even wincing when June grabs his curls, giggling brightly.

“Look, Daddy! I’m so tall!” she exclaims, little legs accidentally kicking Harley in the chest, but he just smiles, and holds onto her ankles.

“You sure are, baby, be grateful. This is probably the only time you’ll ever feel tall if you inherited my genes,” Peter laughs.

They walk the seven walks together, Harley never once complaining about June on his shoulders or having to walk so long, chatting about everything and anything. Harley’s more down to earth than Peter would’ve expected for Tony Stark’s son. He talks about his mom and his sister back in Tennessee, about how Tony adopted him when he was eleven so Harley could have the best opportunities he could.

And Peter talks about his own family. His mom and dad, and their plane crash, his aunt and uncle, and their car crash. About how he was living with MJ to finish his high school education when she got pregnant and he lost her too.

Harley’s sympathetic, but not in a pitying way, not in a way that Peter feels judged or uncomfortable. And it’s nice. Peter’s spent the past three years only really talking to a toddler and coworkers.

It’s just nice to have a friend.

June pulls out her colouring books when they get home, immediately racing off to the living room to turn on Paw Patrol and colour.

Harley sits up on the counter in the kitchen as Peter pulls open the fridge, sighing and rubbing his eyes when he realizes it’s pretty much empty.

“You wanna order in?” Harley offers, already pulling out his phone and wallet. “I can pay.”

“I’m not your charity case,” Peter says. He knows Harley’s only being nice, but it stings to think that June could be with someone like Harley, not living off boxed mac and cheese, and cheap snacks.

Harley lifts his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying you are. This is a date, right? I’ll cover dinner this time. You can get the next one.”

Lifting his eyebrows, Peter bites back a smile, butterflies filling his stomach. “Already planning a second date, Keener? A little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?”

Harley reaches out to grab Peter’s waist, pulling him into the spot between his legs, grinning carelessly. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Let’s get through this one first before we start making new plans, hm?” Peter replies, a smile touching his face.

Sure, there’s a headache growing behind his eyes, one that’s been there for as long as he can remember. Sure, he’s exhausted and his feet hurt and he has another shift at the restaurant that night. Sure, he’s only known Harley for three days. Sure, Peter doesn’t feel good enough to be with someone like Harley.

But Harley’s looking at him like he hung the stars, grinning brightly like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with Peter.

So, Peter leans in and presses a kiss to Harley’s lips. It’s been three years since he’s kissed anybody, but Harley doesn’t seem to mind because his hands lift to cradle Peter’s face, kissing back enthusiastically.

Until, “Daddy! Look!”

Peter pulls away, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face and laughing at the terrible timing.

“Yeah, honey?” Peter calls out, turning to the kitchen door just as June barrels in, coloring book in hand.

“Lookie!” She says, giving him the book. It’s a picture of Sky from Paw Patrol, messily scribbled in with every color in the rainbow.

“It looks great, baby. Way better than anything I could do,” Peter laughs. “You want pizza tonight?”

She lights up, bouncing on her feet. “Yes please! Thank you, Mister Harley!”

Harley grins down at her, ruffling her hair. “Course, kiddo. Anything for you.”

And Peter believes him. In the hour or so that Harley’s known June, he’s been nothing but a picture-perfect guy to both Peter and June.

June shouts a quick thank you and then she races back through to the living room, leaving the two boys alone.

“Thanks for everything,” Peter murmurs, leaning into Harley’s chest. “You’ve been a really nice guy, so thank you for that.”

“You’re thanking me for being a decent human being?” Harley asks. But then he laughs and kisses Peter’s cheek. “Course, darling. I really do like you, I wasn’t lying earlier.”

“I really like you too, not for your money or for the title, but I like you.”

Something about Harley’s demeanor relaxes infinitesimally. “Thanks. Most people hear my name and they just want the minute of fame from knowing me, I guess.”

“Well, most people look at me and see somebody who’s not worth the trouble, so thank you for overlooking the fact that my life is a mess right now.”

Harley smiles, dimples showing in his cheeks, and runs his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone softly. “If you’d let me, could I pay for your phone bill. I wanna be able to text you and call you. This would be for me, not for you, obviously.”

Peter laughs, kissing Harley again. “For you, of course.”

* Peter gets home from the restaurant to find Harley still in his apartment with Ned. Harley had offered to babysit, but was understanding when Peter said he wasn’t sure if he trusted Harley alone with his daughter and Ned was already on his way.

Peter had expected Harley to head home after Peter left, but from the looks of it, Harley had hung out with Ned and June all night.

“Didn’t think you’d stay,” Peter admits, dropping onto the couch beside Harley. “You have a good night?”

“We watched a Barbie movie and ate way too much pizza. June told me all about school and you and everything.”

Ned leans over the back of the couch, yawning. “Gonna head home, Pete. Do you work tomorrow too?”

“Nah, took the weekend off, had some plans. Bye, Ned. Goodnight.”

“Night, Pete. Night, Harley.”

Ned heads out, and Harley immediately turns to Peter with a knowing grin. “Plans?”

“Yeah, you promised me a second date, didn’t you?”

“Me, you, and June should go to a park. Have a cute little picnic, fly some kites.”

Peter can’t help but smile. For their second date, Harley includes June without a second thought. It’s the sweetest thing in the world. Peter can’t help but slide into the space beside Harley, curling into Harley’s warmth, and kiss him sweetly.

“Sounds wonderful.”

“This is probably going to sound insane, and it’s too late for anything I say to be taken seriously, but do you believe in love at first sight?”

Peter thinks carefully, remembering the first time he saw MJ at school and the way his heart almost beat out of his chest, remembering seeing Harley three days prior at the café and the way he thought he was going to die on the spot.

“I think so, yeah,” Peter says, voice quiet. “Do you?”

“Saw you, falling asleep at the counter, and I swear to you, darling, I just knew. I know I was a bit of a jerk to you, but I just- Falling that quickly, never happened to me before, and I panicked a little bit.”

“Don’t wanna drop that word yet,” Peter says, shaking his head.

“Me neither, but I just know I really like you, darling.”

“I really like you too.”

Peter snuggles up closer to Harley, draping his legs over Harley’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Comfy?” Harley asks, pressing a kiss to Peter’s temple.

“Mm, yeah.”

“Good. You’re safe and sound with me, darling.”

[littlemissagrafina]

Comfortember Day 5. Cuddle + Day 7. Blanket Fort

We Hold Each Other So Tight (they couldn't break us if they tried)

@comfortember

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Tony and Peter were inseparable. They had been ever since Tony had adopted Peter after May's death. He had helped the grieving teen through the heartache and loss of the last true remaining member of his family. May was Peter's mother even if he had never called her that. It was what they both felt.

And then it was taken from him and he didn't know what to do. Peter thought he'd gotten used to losing the people that he loved but this was different, felt different, than the other times.

This was a loss with finality, a loss that truly broke Peter, and it broke Tony's heart to see his kid have to lose someone else. Tony stood by him though, he stayed and he loved Peter. He showed him that he hadn't lost everyone, hadn't lost all his family but had gained a new one. And that new one never replaced the one he lost, never ignored what the family Peter once knew had done for him. They only loved him and comforted him in his pain and loss.

Slowly his loss became bearable and the heartache eventually lessened. It was no less strong but, just like the other times, it became easier for Peter to go on with everyday. He started smiling more, laughing more. He put the Spider-Man suit back on and slowly became more of his old self.

And through it all Tony had stood by Peter's side. He had guided him, helped him, and became the father that the billionaire wished he could have had.

They spent as much time as they could together, squeezing in lab days, movie nights, and any random thing they could think to do together. They were never apart when they had the chance to be in one another's company.

Those chances disappeared completely when Tony was called in for a mission with Steve, Nat, and Sam. The only four available at the time to be called to mission.

So they left, Tony promising Peter that he would be home in a few days, just in time for the younger hero's academic decathlon competition.

Peter waited those days for his dad to return, occasionally sharing messages to him through FRIDAY but otherwise not able to get in direct contact with him. Peter's senses flared two days after Tony left but he brushed it aside, thinking it was anxiety as it sometimes triggered his spider sense (especially when it was to do with Tony.)

The day for the team of four to arrive back home came and went with no sign of the quinjet that they left on.

Rhodey and Pepper tried to reassure Peter that Tony was fine, that they were probably just held up a bit. Peter knew it wasn't true. He knew that was what they wanted to believe but he couldn't, his senses hadn't lied to him yet.

Tony wasn't home and Peter had no idea where he was.

---

Pepper

Pepper knew that Peter was anxious, that he was scared, but she didn't know what to do. As much as Tony joked that she knew everything, she didn't.

She didn't know how to find Tony, she didn't know how to comfort Peter and tell him that Tony would be fine because she didn't know if he would. She'd been here before with Afghanistan. It wasn't the same but she couldn't help but immediately go back to that time. The stress and fear coming back too.

Pepper didn't know how to keep her worry and fear from Peter, how to help ease his own worry and fear.

She wasn't close with Peter like Tony was, she didn't have that same intense connection the two shared, but she loved him. Boy, did she love him.

In the past years of getting to know Peter through Tony and then adopting him with said man after May's passing had allowed Pepper to grow to love him like her own.

She would never try to take Mary or May's place but she was so grateful to be given the chance to care for Peter.

Which is why when Peter knocked on the door of her and Tony's room later that same night the team never arrived with fear in his eyes and his shoulders hunched, she let him in immediately. She didn't remind him he was always allowed in their room because she knew he didn't need that extra reassurance as he usually did.

What Peter needed was to be held, to be loved and sheltered. So Pepper did. She pulled Peter close to her and squeezed him in her embrace as he lay with his head on her shoulder. She whispered assurances of love, that she would never leave him and knew that Tony wouldn't either. Not if it was in either of their power.

Pepper cuddled with her son for the rest of night because that's what he was, her son. She hadn't raised him, hadn't watched him grow, but she loved him. She held him and protected him from his nightmares.

And she would do it until Tony was returned to them

---

Ned, MJ, Harley

Peter had been subdued ever since Tony, Sam, Steve, and Nat had dropped from satellite, communications, and missed their arrival date. He became quiet, withdrawn, he didn't even pass notes to Ned a single time during their biology class.

No one knew how to handle it and they couldn't fault him for the way he was feeling right now. Not for a second. Peter had lost every single true family member that he had and now one half of his adopted parents was missing.

Ned, Harley, and MJ had tried as many ways of trying to distract Peter and give him a bit of happiness but none of what they tried was really working.

Until Peter came to school in a hoodie that he had obviously taken from Tony's closest if the MIT logo was anything to go by.

MJ sent Pepper a message in the fine art class that she had alone from the three loser boys she somehow claimed as friends. And yes, she had the number of the coolest women ever.

MJ relayed the idea to Pepper, who immediately jumped at it and offered to get them the snacks and blankets they needed. She presumably disappeared to do that before MJ could say that it wasn't necessary even though it kinda was. Obviously it's my friend who would have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

And so Peter was greeted with the sight of blankets piled on one of the couches as he walked out of the penthouse elevator with Ned, Harley, and MJ close behind him.

When he saw the mountain of snacks and drinks on the coffee table, Peter stopped in his tracks, a confused frown on his face before he was being jerked forward by MJ and Harley's arms hooking over his elbows.

"C'mon, Loser. We're building a blanket for, watching whatever we can find on Netflix, and eating enough sweets and snacks that we pass out."

And if MJ said they were going to do something… well, they did it.

Peter felt a warmth building in his chest, spreading across his body from its center in his heart. He was still worried, terrified, but the fact that his friends took this time from their day to do something to make him happy was enough to make him want to cry.

Later, once their fort was built and they all lay cuddled together in it with the TV playing softly and their snacks mostly eaten, Peter sat up a bit from where he was propped against a pillow.

He looked at his friends for a moment and they all saw the clear gratitude in his eyes, even though it was shadowed by his worry for Tony and the others.

"Thank you, guys. You didn't have to but… thank you."

"Always, darlin'." Harley murmured from the top of their blanket fort cuddle nest they had made inside of it.

Ned and MJ echoed him with their own affirmations.

A moment passed in silence before, almost as one, they all moved closer together, pulling blankets and pillows with them until they were all curled around Peter.

They stayed in their fort for the rest of the night as they watched movies and ate until they eventually did pass out in a pile together.

---

Happy

Happy was no stranger to the hyperactive, anxious ways in which both Peter and Tony thought, the way their minds would sometimes fix on a train of thought or topic and little would be able to distract them. Usually those ways tended to bring brilliance with them, a new high tech range for one of SI's many products from Tony or a new web formula or combination from Peter.

But there were also times where their minds instead chose to get stuck on the trails of darkness and anxiety that seeped through the two geniuses minds.

That time happened to be now. Why it had to be now, Happy knew was for a lot of reasons, but he wasn't entirely comfortable that it happened with him around. Yeah, he had really come to care for Peter since he got the chance to get to know him better, but the care had especially grown after the kid was adopted by Tony.

The problem was that his care didn't magically give him the emotional range and ability to really help Peter during a spiral like Tony, Pepper, or even the kid's friends could.

But here he was, kneeling in front of Peter as the kid tried and failed to hold in his tears. "What if he doesn't come back? What if– what if I lose him like I lost May? I don't have anyone else!" Peter hiccuped out, losing the battle as hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Hey!" Happy said sternly but Peter could hear the slight hint of the stoic man's care and worry shine through. Happy gently grasped Peter's arms. "Tony will be okay. He will fight tooth and nail to get back to you, Kid. I know that for sure. And even if he isn't, and something does happen, you are not alone, you hear me?" He brushed a hand over his face and sighed. "Dammit, Peter. You know I'm not good at this. You have us all, okay? Pepper, Rhodey, me, your friends and the rest of the team. I know that we're not May or Tony but you have us and you always will."

Peter, whose tears had allowed slightly as Happy spoke, didn't trust himself to talk in case he started crying again. He just looked at Happy and nodded, hoping that the man would understand without him having to use words.

Happy understood.

Shit, I feel like I'm breaking out in hives. Ah, man. He's looking at me with those damn Bambi eyes.

"Ah man. Okay, c'mere kid." Happy sighed and gently pulled Peter forward with the hands he still gently held the teen's arms with. Before he could even let himself regret it, Happy was smothered with an arm full of Spider Teen. He slightly awkwardly patted Peter's back and wrapped his arms around him.

It was weird as hell but Happy hoped he was doing it right. Whatever it was.

Clearing his throat and pulling away, Happy let his arm stay around Peter's shoulders. "We've got you, Peter. It'll all be okay. Tony will be home and then we can never tell him about this, yeah? He'll never let me live it down that I willingly hugged you."

Peter gave a slightly wet chuckle, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his MIT hoodie. "I'll keep it a secret for blackmail material."

There he is. Happy thought as Peter cracked the joke. His sass and humour had vastly diminished and Happy had been starting to wonder if he would ever hear it enough to roll his eyes at again.

It was a relief to hear it even though there was still an underlying sadness and fear in Peter's very self.

Come back, Tony. Your kid needs you.

---

+1. Tony

Peter lay in his room on a Saturday night two weeks after Tony, Steve, and Nat were supposed to have returned.

He hated how he couldn't stop thinking about them, how his mind wouldn't rest and how it brought up endless scenarios of what could have gone wrong.

He hated how he always felt seconds away from crying, how he just wanted a hug from the one person that he could get one from.

Peter lay in his room on that Saturday night, not knowing how long he did until he finally was able to fall asleep.

---

Peter woke up the next morning feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. He sat and had breakfast in silence, ignoring the concerned looks that Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey shot at him.

After he had helped clean up, he practically stumbled to the living room and curled up on one of the couches. The couch that he and Tony always shared.

No, stop thinking.

Peter buried his face into the sleeves of the hoodie that he was burrowed into, trying to drown out his mind.

It didn't work. All it did was hurt more when he realised that he couldn't smell the scent of cologne and motor oil that once clung to the hoodie. He didn't even have that comfort to remind him of his dad anymore. Vaguely he thought of going to steal one from Tony and Pepper's room but he didn't have the energy.

Just like the night before, Peter lay on the couch, his mind pulling him in circles for he didn't know how long before he was able to escape in his sleep.

---

Hands shaking him gently was the first thing that Peter felt as he started waking up. The next was a familiar, irregular heartbeat and the smell that was so missing from his hoodie, from the living quarters around him.

Cologne and motor oil.

Tony.

His dad.

Peter darted up from the couch, launching himself into Tony's arms as a sob ripped through his chest.

"It's okay, my love, I'm home. I'm here." Tony murmured, tears choking up his own voice as he hugged Peter as close to him as he could. Sobs and cries shook Peter's shoulders and it broke Tony's heart.

"Please don't leave me again!" Peter whimpered, hot tears trailing down his cheeks as he pressed his forehead into Tony's shoulder. "Please don't go!"

"I won't, Petey. Not without a fight. I'm not going anywhere if I can ever help it. You're my kid, my son, and I will always try to come home to you. No matter what." Tony said vehemently despite the tears still streaming down his own face.

They would have to talk later once Peter had calmed enough. Tony had to explain why he took so long to come home, to contact anyone, but that was for later.

Now, all he wanted was to hold his child. So he did. He held Peter, hugged him and cuddled him until both their tears had stopped falling and their hurt hearts started to warm.

"I'm here."

[areiton]

subtle

A little bit of Peter seducing Tony fluff for your weekend. 

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~*~ 

Peter is not subtle. 

He wears his emotion, his excitement, like a flag waved bright red and teasing for a bull—impossible to go unnoticed, impossible to ignore. 

He isn’t subtle and it’s not just science and pop culture and super-heroing. 

The first time Pete gets a crush on a girl after the internship starts, Tony knows a good three weeks before Peter finally tells him. It’s cute. 

It’s adorable and it’s Peter, and it’s—in hindsight—why Tony misses the context clues. 

 ~*~ 

 He wears red. 

A hoodie paired with his jeans and black vans. 

A blue Midtown sweater with black pants and bright red sneakers. 

Red pants and a deep blue shirt with metallic hints that makes Tony pause and stare at him. 

There’s red too, in the lace he wears under his jeans. A deep red thong that goes under his suit and doesn’t match, not this suit. 

“Red looks good on you, kid,” Tony says, and Peter’s features tighten just a little. 

He remembers, at a Gala, before the Snap, before he came back and realized whatever had been between Tony and Ms Potts didn’t survive the end of the world—he remembers Pepper in a dazzling dark red gown with gold accents, and the way that Tony had watched her, his eyes bright and hungry and full of something it hurt to see. 

 ~*~ 

 He finds a pair of panties in the kid’s room. 

Peter technically lives on campus but he spends more nights at the Tower than anywhere, crashing often enough that Tony finally kitted out the room and gave it to him, brushing off his effusive thanks—he didn’t want to be responsible for Queen’s favorite son falling to his death because he fell asleep webbing his way back to CUNY. 

He’s in there looking for Pete’s tablet, impatient to work on the aid drones they’d been developing, and he finds it—the tablet—under a pile of books, next to a crumpled pair of jeans and a spill of liquid red. 

The red makes him pause. Because that color is familiar. 

It yanks at him, at something he hasn’t let himself think about, and he hears Peter’s voice echoing through the penthouse and shoves the silk in his pocket, a flush high on his cheeks and goes to answer Peter’s call. 

 ~*~ 

 It’s subtle, is the thing. 

Tony pushed him away, once, when he was young and stupid and crushing on his favorite superhero. 

But things have changed since then. This isn’t a boyhood crush. It isn’t a fleeting, here and gone kind of thing. 

This is the lynchpin of his life—the love he felt for Tony pulled the young, scared boy, the too brilliant scientist, the frustrated superhero, every bit of him, into order, tied them together, kept him from falling to pieces. 

Tony did that, and he loved him. 

And it’s subtle. It’s spending more and more time in Tony’s space until he’s invited to stay. It’s brief touches in the lab and the kitchen, until Tony reaches for him, rests against him during movies and leans over his shoulder in the lab and puts a hand on his hip when reaching for his coffee. 

And it’s this—wearing his red. 

Tony gave him a credit card when he moved into the dorms and another when he moved into the Tower, and he uses it, buys lace and silk and sweaters and ties, buys garters and even, once, lipstick. And sometimes—sometimes, he thinks he sees Tony watching him, hands in his pockets, and gaze unreadable, and he holds his breath and hopes—

It never turns into anything. Just Tony, twisting away and disappointment burning in his gut. 

 ~*~ 

 He throws a party, when Peter graduates. 

He fingers red silk and comes across his belly, thinking of his boy, the one he allows himself to want, the one he sometimes thinks wants him. 

He fingers red silk that matches his suit and comes across his belly and tries to bask in the fantasy and not the fear of what will happen, now that he’s graduated and ready to face the world. 

He throws a party, and he smiles, pained behind his black glasses, in a deep blue suit with a bright red tie, and he thinks this is the beginning of the end. 

He throws a party when he feels like grieving, because Peter is leaving him. 

 ~*~ 

 The room is still empty. Tony wanted to celebrate, and Peter agreed, so long as it was held at the Tower and his family—the Avengers, May, Ned, his classmates—were invited. Tony balked a little at Double D and Wade, but he didn’t mind them so much—they were good backup and since he wasn’t Ironman anymore, he was happy to have someone step into that role for his boy. 

But the room is empty, when he steps in, awaiting the guests and—

Not quite empty. 

Tony is there. 

Standing by the window, and staring out, and Peter takes a breath, steps out of the shadows. 

 ~*~ 

 He sees Pete in the glass, a blurry reflection and he twists to smile, offer a drink, banish the lonely fear in his gut—

And freezes. 

Peter is—

He’s—

“You’re wearing my colors,” Tony rasps. 

Peter smiles for him, a gentle thing. He’s in a form fitting red suit, the deep burnished metallic red that he wore for so long. The buttons on his red shirt gleam golden, and the stitching, delicate and fine, is gold, the bow tie and his shoes—they’re all gold, that bright gaudy thing that JARVIS teased him about. 

He’s wearing a deep red lipstick and when he looks down, coy and beautiful and perfect, his eyelids glitter golden. 

His boy is here, where he should be, and wrapped in his colors and Tony groans and drags him close, hands trembling as Peter’s hands close on his shoulder. He fits, here, in his arms, the way he’s always fit in Tony’s life. 

“Baby,” he whispers and breathes the question across Pete’s lips. “What color are your panties?” 

Peter’s eyes are bright with mischief and relief and he wonders—how the hell had they both waited so long for this? 

“Wanna see?” Peter asks and Tony kisses him, against the glass of their tower and wrapped up in him. 

 ~*~ 

 Peter is not subtle. 

He wears his emotion, his excitement, like a flag waved bright red and teasing for a bull—impossible to go unnoticed, impossible to ignore. 

He wears his emotion in deep red and bright gold and bruises on his pale pale skin. 

Tony—Tony grins, pleased and possessive, in red and deep blue and his hands never quite leaving Peter as they wander the reception and never quite focus on anything but each other. 

They aren’t subtle. 

It’s only fitting the rings, brilliant gold and deep blue vibranium, are just as unsubtle as the men  who wear them. 

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Infinity War (6)

CHAPTER 6: TRUST

Loki & The Avengers

Summary: A work inspired by @queencfthestarsdrfoster ‘s post of the universe where Loki is alive and Thor is avenged.

Series: Will contain all- and more- that we saw in Infinity War. Will not contain smut and fluff for obvious reasons. Might contain weird humor though.

Chapter content: story time. emotions time. new science bros time?

Warnings: talk about the past

Word count: So my cousin wanted to make sure I knew how to smoke before I wasted his precious joint. I wasted good five drags of his cigarette because I kept ‘mouth-fagging’ (heard that for the first time) but when it came to the joint, I kinda (in my sister-in-law’s words) aced it. Now, this in no way means any of you little ones reading this are encouraged to do this. I am a twenty-five year old idiot who does not know how to breathe right. You guys are better than me. And I kinda impressed my cousin by showing them Tari’s little pet. Hehe.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

“We’ll be landing in ten minutes. You better have something up your sleeve for these people.”

Loki smirks at Rhodey. “Is our beloved Captain going to be there?” The curiosity is laced with pure mischief. So much that even Tony can smell it from the cockpit.

Rhodey crosses his arms across his chest and tilts his head at the God. “What is it with you and Steve? You have a crush on him or something?”

Loki shrugs and leaves the silence to be taken as whatever answer they please. Giving up, Rhodey walks and seats himself down in the cockpit next to Tony, who does not seem as welcoming to the company. “What are you doing here? Go in sit the back with the Grinch.”

“Relax, he’ll be fine,” Rhodey reassures, lying back into the seat.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know who you mean. The wizard is back there too.”

“That guy is on some meditative high floating about like-”

“Relax!”

Loki looks in the direction before easing himself into his seat. The soft streak of light coming in from ahead falls on his dehydrated and wounded skin. For a simple moment, the warmth on his face feels beautiful. It feels free. This star always had a different effect on him; to the point that Loki closes his eyes for a brief moment and soaks up as much of that warmth as it can. His Jotun form feels a different comfort for those minute specs of time and all the memories of the day he has had, float in the space of his mind. No noise. Just the inaudible pictures running at a slow pace, every grain of colour remembered just as it was. Every fire, every explosion, every tear down the eyes, every tear in the enemy’s skin, every drop of blood lost, every drop of blood avenged. The space shows it all till it brings him back on earth, in this jet, under the sun rays falling on him till he starts to feel a chill on his neck.

Loki opens his eyes and sighs, tired as he is. He knows what is the cause of his discomfort- nothing harmless. It’s just that he is still not used to the little human looking at him with the curiosity of a child with those huge dark eyes and surprisingly not scared of him or judging him unlike his father. Scratch that; from his mentor.

“I know you are curious,” Loki utters, his head still resting on the headrest of the seat, tired of life in general, “just ask what you want.”

Peter’s eyes light up, his body adjusting itself in the seat next to Loki on its own. “Oh, okay,” he begins, making Loki wonder in slight surprise how long has this kid been holding himself back, “why did Thanos use you in Battle of New York? How did he get to you? Like did he leave you a text or something or was a like a proper meeting where he called you in his dungeon? Or did he booby trap you to get there? And once you said no, did he like put some spell on you? And why didn’t you tell your brother about it? Thor would’ve helped you, right? And I heard he’d taken you back to Asgard once the battle ended. So, like, you guys must have talked then. Thor must know about Thanos too. Did you make a plan on how to take him down? Are there more necklaces out there like Doctor Strange has? What do they do? Are they here? On earth? Will Thanos be coming to earth to get them? Do we make up a battle plan to stop him? Will we be able to stop him? If we don’t stop him what’s gonna happen?”

Peter finally breathes, something Loki is surprised to witness. Such concern weighing down those young bright eyes. And to think he once had the same fervour. Once. The pocket dimension is accessed to bring out a green packet. Peter eyes it as pale fingers tear it apart from one side to reveal little violet spheres inside, their smell reaching those inquisitive little nostrils.

“Here,” Loki offers them to him.

“Kids don’t take things from strangers here,” Tony announces from the cockpit. Rhodey looks back while Strange opens one eye to observe whatever it is Loki holds.

“It’s chocolate, Stark. Calm down and fly your toy. Take one while you’re at it. It will help get rid of your anxiety for a while,” the God declares.

 “It’s fine, Stark,” Strange adds, going back into his meditative pose, “it’s harmless.”

Peter has already popped one in his mouth, the expression on his face reflecting- without any filters- how good it must be. “It’s better than any I’ve ever tasted before!”

Loki smiles at him, feeling one softly crunch under his teeth. With a content sigh, he begins.

“Before the battle of New York, the last time I saw my family was when I tried to take over Asgard. I had a falling out with my...with the Allfather. And Thor. He was to be announced the king by Odin but I felt it was not the right thing to do because he was not ready to take over that role yet. So, I did what I thought the best. I conspired with the Jotuns. They are...were at one time a species bent on dominating the world, monsters in the eyes of all. I did so to delay Thor’s kingship and destroy the Jotuns once and for all. What I did not know at that time was that I...was one of them.”

“The Jotuns?”

“Yes. I was a Jotun who, when an infant, had been taken away by Odin to be raised as his own. I had been abandoned by my father because unlike those frost giants, I was weak and small and hence a disgrace to the king to whom I was born as a son. So, I was left at the alters of forgotten temples where Odin decided my fate after he won the battle against the Jotuns. I was raised just like my brother to look at the frost giants as monsters; the greatest evil of the world. Once I realised what I was, and tried to do right by...Odin, I killed my father, the Jotuns and when that did not suffice...I killed myself.”

Loki can see the emotions brewing in Peter’s eyes. He notices the silence going further than just these puppy eyes, at the foreign ears pretending to be in a world of their own but paying full attention to whatever history is unfurling around them.

“Then?” Peter is almost too afraid to ask.

“Then the universe decided to intervene,” he continues, “I was supposed to die once sucked into a wormhole. But somehow I survived. I figured it was the accelerated healing due to the Jotun blood that flows through me. Or maybe it was a magic that had long protected me from the world. Either way, I found myself on a barren moon, half alive, waiting to die till it felt much arduous than living itself. I gathered whatever strength I had to walk. And walk I did till I found the lowest of life living in the dark corners. I mixed within, to survive before I found resources to move to other planets and lay low. It was an easy task once I regained my strength. I was able to shapeshift into what people wanted to see. The underbelly of certain galaxies found my talents with magic quite useful, which got them objects nowhere within the reach of normal aliens and I got to live on the highest price paid for my efforts. They did not go unnoticed by the assassins who were looking for someone like me to do their bidding. The only downside was they belonged to Thanos and I was going to be paid in kind.”

“In kind?”

“In kind.”

“I don’t ge-oh...Oh...I’m so sorry.”

“Their kindness came with the price of my sanity. Not that I was a completely balanced being before. But Thanos made sure I was moulded into a weapon he could use to wage war on Earth to get him the stone he desired. The space stone. It was-”

“In the tesseract that SHIELD discovered with Captain Rogers,” Peter quips in enthusiastically before he absorbs the hint of amusement lining Loki’s face. “I uh...went through some of their files,” he whispers.

“Illegally?” Loki asks in a whisper himself, bending a little in the little one’s direction.

“...maybe,” Peter shrugs, making Loki chuckle. “Good boy.” The praise takes him by surprise, but it makes his eyes lighter nonetheless.

“Now, Thanos would have invaded earth ages ago if he wanted to. But he did not do it because the last time his henchmen tried to, someone had sent them running back with their tails between their legs. Some say it was a witch that glowed. Others said it was a demon. And the ones with brittle egos announced that the earth had sent a God in the shape of a woman to throw them off their guard. Of course, I thought they were making excuses until I saw it for myself.”

“How?”

“It’s a whole story for another day, child. But to be brief, Barton helped me understand a lot of this planet’s history when he was under the influence of the mind stone. And Nicholas Fury has been one busy man.”

“Son of a bitch,” curses come flying from the front of the jet, “I knew it.”

“So, I was a mere pawn in Thanos’ plan to invade earth. I was controlled and forced to bend to his wishes of procuring the stone in exchange for my life. He was inside my head the entire time I was here on earth. Except for all the moments the sceptre was separated from me. That was the only time I was able to keep a part of my conscience alive and sane enough to think of ways to survive while making sure the stones never got into Thanos’ hands again.”

The blue ocean gives way to African lands beneath them, deserts and grasslands stretching for miles. The sun directly above them makes the inside of the flying machine glow brighter, striking off every reflective surface it can find once it finds its way through the glass. And in that brightness, a thought washes away those long-forgotten anxious bugs sitting in some dark corners of Tony’s mind. The bugs that had sucked on his own rationality ever since the battle of New York. The questions he wanted to ask the God himself but never had the time or resources for it.

“It was you,” Tony declares as his dark honey eyes looked at some void in the distance outside, “you built the failsafe in the portal.”

“Of course, I built the failsafe in the portal. What am I, a monster?” Loki scoffs in Tony’s direction, clearly being bothered by the fact that it only dawned the genius now. “Doctor Selvig helped me with the restricted technology you people had and I made sure there was a way to stop the attack. And a way to stop me. And not to mention I could not have let the earth be destroyed or I would not have heard the end of it from Thor or his girlfriend.”

“Oh tone it down, Maleficent, you killed Phil,” Tony fumes.

“Oh relax, he is alive!” Loki sings back, annoyed.

The jet feels a turbulent jerk before finding its balance but throwing Strange off his. Turning on autopilot, Tony gets up and walks in the back to face Loki. “What did you just say?”

Loki can see all the shades slowly crawling over Tony’s face- anger, denial, resentment, shock, more denial, fury…

“Go ahead,” Loki challenges, “ask Fury.”

“...you killed eighty people.”

“Collateral damage. I’m not a saint either.”

Only the hum of the engine makes up for this deafening silence between these two that makes Rhodey, Peter and Strange uncomfortable. Soon enough, Tony sits down opposite Loki, taking all three of them by surprise.

“Ignoring that statement for now,” Tony narrowed his eyes at Loki, “after Thor took you back-”

“I was imprisoned, Thor’s girlfriend discovered the aether and my mother was killed, the dark elves were destroyed and Thor was given the freedom to go back to the love of his life.”

“That was you too, wasn’t it?” Tony added without a pause. “You sent Thor away. And if I’ve seen the pattern correctly, you sent the aether away and kept the Tesseract on Asgard.”

Loki lets the smirk play on his lips. He is impressed by Stark’s deductions and the same time is internally a little envious of not having met this man during a better time. The things we could have achieved together.

“Yeah,” Tony nods only slightly, giving that two-second smirk that vanishes as quickly as it had appeared, “smart move. Sending your family away. Keeping the stones apart. Thor told me his father made peace treaties when he left. So, adding to the previous list you increased Asgard’s defences in case Thanos ever came looking for you or the stones there.”

“Stop before you start sounding impressed, Stark,” Loki mentions with a gentle smile, “this colour does not suit you.”

“Rest it, daddy issues,” Tony chimes, “I’m only appreciating your strategies. Not really a fan of this persona. Never have been.”

Loki does not miss the tick in Tony’s beard as his fingers move in some calculative thought. “What has been bothering me is you had it all- every piece of information on that bastard and never once did you bother to warn anyone. Not even your brother. Do you have any idea how much lives could have been saved had you kept your fucking ego aside and tried to make amends for all the crap you put people through.”

It isn’t much but the reflection of the warm glow from the sun outside touches Loki’s eyes enough to reflect a veiled pain behind those few fast blinks and the movement of his fingers on his other palm. If hadn’t been for his own experience, Tony would have missed reading Loki’s shallow breaths, the urge to fight off the tears building in those tired edges, the sweat collecting on his neck.

“Tell me honestly, Anthony Stark,” Loki states, catching Tony off guard for a fraction of second, “Why, for the love of all things alive, did you not tell your family about the threat you saw coming earlier? And when you did, what exactly did they do?”

Tony opens his mouth just to shut it back up, a thing out of the usual for the people who know this man all too well. He stands up, turns around, only to turn back at Loki and point his finger at him, to try and speak again. And again, he fails. Hands on his hips, he clinches his jaw. “That doesn’t make us the same.”

“Oh, no, it does not,” Loki agrees, “it only shows our shortcomings. Battles on the field are much easier to run into than the battles in our minds.”

There is much disbelief internally but a part of him cannot help but look at Loki in a new light. And Tony curses this part again and again for no reason but the imminent truth that comes out of that Silvertongue.

“We’re here,” Rhodey announces from the cockpit, trying to get Tony to come back and breathe.

“Don’t listen to any advice he gives you,” Tony warns Peter, making the boy nod in uncertainty and the God chuckle in delight. Tony goes back but not before he has taken those exotic chocolates from Peter’s grasp. “First rule of stranges, kid!”

“Those are chocolates, Mr Stark,” Peter whines as he watches Tony walk to the cockpit and take a seat.

He pops one in his mouth, feeling the silken magic work in his mouth.

“You ready?” Rhodey asks his friend, “you’re going in a completely foreign country with a criminal, a magician and a whole lot of unresolved emotions with Cap.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Tony remarks, popping another one in his mouth.

“Dammit, why are they so good!” He whispers in surprise, making his best friend roll his eyes and pray for whatever was about to come.

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

Heard you were taking requests. Can you do Parksborn with 7.) Pining ?

Hi, sorry for taking so long on this! So here goes!

Changing Sides

“Peter. Peter. Are you… Peter!” Ned yells, turning to see at what Peter’s staring. “Oh not again. Peter!” He waves his hands in front of his friend’s face, causing Peter to start. “Come on. You know I support you in your quest to figure out your sexual identity, but seriously? Harry Osborn?”

 “That’s Harry Osborn?” Peter wants to cry. Standing fifteen feet away is the most beautiful boy he has ever seen, and it turns out that the boy's father hates Tony Stark. Just. His. Luck. “Why does he have to be Harry Osborn?”

 Ned shakes his head, “I think you’re cursed. Come on, we have to get to English class before Mr. Ainsley can give us detention.”

 If you ask Peter what his English class was about, he wouldn’t be able to tell you because the only thing in his mind was the pretty face of a boy he could never love.

++++++

Harry saw the boy staring at him, and at first, he thought he had had something on his face. That kid was pretty cute, but Harry knows he can’t act on it. His father would never allow him to date a boy. Maybe they could just be friends…

 Harry sees the boy again during lunch hour. It seems as if he is doing his best to not look in Harry’s direction. He nudges his best friend, Stella, “Hey, who's that?”

 Stella’s long braids hit him in the face as she turns in the direction Harry motioned, “Peter Parker. Ultimate nerd. You’d like him. Why?”

 “Dunno. Just wondering.”

 Stella chomps on the end of her pen, eyeing him thoughtfully, “I think he’s adorable, too. It’s ok.” She grins.

 “Stella. You can’t say that…” Harry hisses, running a hand through his dark hair. “You don’t know how much my father spies on me.”

 “Right. Sorry,” Stella motions with her hand. “So what’s going on Saturday?”

 “Nothing that I know of. Why?”

 She hands him her phone, which shows an invitation to a party at Matthew’s. “You want to hit this up at some point tonight?”

 “Sounds good to me.” Maybe it will take his mind off of that adorable brunet.

 Harry likes Stella. They’re great friends. He knows his father approves of her as well and has made pointed hints towards him about dating her. Stella, however, does not date. She wants no attachments that are closer then friends, and she’s around for a good time. Feelings are icky to her, and he’s ok with that.

 Stella agrees to help him find a cute girl to make out with so that he can take his mind off of the Parker boy. The duo arrive at Matthew’s party, and Stella leaves him for a few minutes to scan the scene. “I’m going to find you a few to choose from.” She winks.

 Harry sticks his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans and scans the party. It’s nothing special, just your average high school party. Suddenly the DJ stops the music. “Hey look who’s just arrived. It’s Penis Parker!” The kid says. “I’m surprised you dared to show your face at a party after your last fiasco.” Everyone seems to turn towards the door.

 Spinning quickly to face the door, Harry sees that Peter had, in fact, just came in with his friend. Parker briefly meets his gaze, but quickly hangs his head in embarrassment. His friend whispers something to him, and together they step into the crowd. The DJ still calls him out. “Really, Parker? Wow. I didn’t realize you had guts. Wait, let me call up Spiderman. Maybe he can remind us how much of a liar you are.” He starts a chant of “When I say Penis, you say" to which the crowd yells “Parker.”

 Harry watches as Peter shakes his head. He’s close enough to hear the boy tell his friend. “Told you it’d be a bad idea.” Harry’s had enough. He marches up to the DJ and takes the microphone from his hand.

 “Excuse me. Seriously? What did he do that’s so unforgivable?”

 The DJ, Eugene Thompson if Harry’s memory serves correctly, smugly looks at him, “He told us all that he knew Spiderman. Lies.”

 “And? You tell people your name is Flash, right Eugene? A little untruth now and then never hurt anyone. Cut the kid some slack,  and return to your conversations or whatever.” Harry drops the mic and walks towards Peter.

 ++++++

Harry Osborn stood up for him! Peter can’t believe it. Everyone has stopped staring, and now Harry is walking towards him. Breathe Pete. Breathe. He tells himself.

 “Hey, are you ok?” Harry asks him.

 Peter stares at him. He’s so pretty. Then he realizes Harry had asked him a question. “Gah. I, uh, yes. I am fine. Thank you. I appreciate, um, you doing that.” Why can’t you talk normal?

 “Hey, it’s no problem. Wanna hang out?” He directs the question towards Peter and Ned. “I’m Harry Osborn.”

 “Peter Parker, and this is my best friend, Ned Leeds.” Peter inclines his head towards Ned. “You wanna?”

 “Sure! It’s nice to meet you Harry.”

 Harry introduces them to his friend Stella when she appears seemingly out of thin air. She tells him something quietly, and he nods. Soon after, he excuses himself, but not before exchanging numbers with promises to hang out later.

 By the time May arrives to pick them up, Peter is ready to leave. He searches the party to find Harry – just to thank him for stopping Flash. He stops when he sees the boy in the corner, making out with two girls. Ah, ok. I thought he kind of liked me. Pete, your gaydar isn’t too good. He mentally groans. To avoid any suspicion, Peter walks casually around the room. He grabs Ned on his way to the door,  “You ready?”

 Ned turns away from the crowd in which he had inserted himself. “Yea, you find him?”

 “yeah, I’m sure he doesn’t want me interrupting at the moment.” Peter angles his head minutely. Ned follows the direction and his eyes grow huge. He nods quickly and spins back to the group.

 “Well, I have got to go, but it was great talking to you. Thanks, Matt, for the great party,” Ned tips his fedora and walks out after Peter. Outside, he pats Peter on the back and says, “Hey man, I’m sorry. I thought he liked you, too.”

 “So, how was the party?” May asks. Ned enthusiastically replies, and Peter noncommitally agrees. He’s just hung up on a kid that he’s probably not supposed to like anyways, what with him being an intern to Stark Industries and Harry the son of Norman Osborn, president of Oscorp.

 May and Ned keep up the conversation the whole way back to Ned’s house. After Ned is dropped off, Aunt May turns off the radio, looks at Peter, and asks, “Ok, who’s the boy?”

 “what do you mean…?” May laughs at Peter’s innocent expression.

 “Don’t play dumb with me, Peter,” She pats his arm. “I know the Parker look of pining. It’s written all over your face.”

 Peter turns to face her, “Ok, so, did you ever like a guy, but he’s clearly not into you?”

 “How do you know he’s clearly not into you?” May narrows her eyes.

 “Well, I mean, he had his tongue down some girl’s throat,” Peter shrugs. “He’s really good-looking, though, and nice. I just wish…” He trails off. “Also, it’s probably for the best. Mr. Stark probably wouldn’t approve.”

 May barks out a startled laugh, “And why would you worry about who Tony Stark approves of? You’ve seen all the people he’s dated.”

 “This guy is Norman Osborn’s son…”

 “Well,” May looks at him…. Until the cars behind her start honking because the light is green. “ Well, if you like him, clearly he’s nothing like his father. If Tony disapproves, I’ll talk to him.”

 Peter shakes his head, “It doesn’t really matter because he doesn’t like me like that.”

 May only smiles and turns the radio back on.

 ++++++

 “Sir, your father would like to see you,” Aidy, a maid, tells Harry when he returns home from the party.

 Harry sighs, but makes his way to Norman’s study. “Hello Father.”

 “Harrison, take a seat,” Father gestures at a chair with his glass of Scotch. “I need to talk to you about your friends. Here, take some.” He pours Harry a finger of amber liquid.

 “What’s wrong with Stella? I thought you liked her,” Harry queries.

 “No, no, I’m talking about that Parker kid that you stood up for tonight. You don’t like him, do you?”

 Harry wishes he had never told his father about his sexuality, although he’s pretty sure Norman would find out from at least one of his many spies. Here comes another “Real men aren’t gay” speech. “No, Father.” Harry lies.

 “Well, my sources tell me the kid came out privately to a few of his close friends and family. Maybe we can use that to our advantage. He clearly likes you.” Father shows him a picture of Peter staring off to the side. Harry knows he’s looking at him.

 “But you said…”

 “Quiet, boy. There’s no harm in a little pretending, if needs be. Look, don’t even go that far if you have to, but word is that Tony Stark is going to release something that will change this industry forever. I just need to know ahead of time. Keep him from monopolizing,” Norman can see his son getting uncomfortable. “And, I will accept you as my son.”

 Harry’s eyes shoot up. He had thought he would never get his father’s approval for anything like this. “Ok Father. I will try.”

 “Harrison. Don’t fail me.” Norman throws back the rest of his Scotch before gesturing towards the door.

 Harry nods and whips out his phone. Hey, nix that “find me a girlfriend” plan. He knows Stella is on the look for some pretty girl who will knock his socks off.

 Ok… curious to know why. Explain at lunch tomoro? Stella replies. Harry texts her back with a thumbs up. He heads off to bed with pictures of a certain brunet in his head.

 Harry wakes up in the morning with a purpose. Norman actually joins him for breakfast – something his father hasn’t done since Harry’s mother died.

 Stella swipes him to the side once he arrives at school. “Ok what’s going on?”

 “I’m not trying to date any girls. I like Parker.”

 “And your dad?” Stella gives him a look.

 “He’s ok with it. So I’m not going to question.” Harry knows this is only a half truth, but he wants Stella to have plausible deniability.

 Stella shoots him another look. “Sounds fishy, but whatever. I’ve been meaning to hang out with Chelle for a while now.”

 Harry doesn’t know who Chelle is, but he doesn’t care. Stella can have other friends. “Ok cool! Meet for lunch?” Stella fist pumps him and heads to her locker.

 All throughout the morning, Harry plans how he will approach Peter. When lunch break comes, he gets in the cafeteria line with Stella, but his eyes are roving the tables. When he finds Peter's, he takes his tray over and asks, “Mind if I sit here?”

 He feels giddy when he sees Peter’s eyes widen, “Um yeah! I mean, no, no, I don’t mind.” He gestures helplessly at the table.

 Harry takes the seat beside Peter, and Stella sits beside MJ. “Chelle! I was telling Harry I needed talk to you.” Stella tells her.

 “Este. Good to see you, too.” MJ smiles at her.

 Este? Chelle? Harry mouths at Stella, and she pointedly ignores him. He turns to Peter, “So what are you doing tonight?”

 “I have the Stark internship I gotta go to,” Peter replies.

 They sit there talking, and Harry knows he really likes Peter.

 ++++++

 A few weeks go past, and Peter has been spending a lot of time with Harry. He knows he has a huge crush on the Osborn, and he feels slightly guilty about it. He thinks he should tell Tony and get his opinion.

 To Peter’s surprise, Tony shrugs, “If you like him, then he’s nothing like his father. Why don’t you invite him and Ned to the Tower for a game night?” Peter couldn’t be happier.

 The two readily agree, and once this night was a hit, Harry, Peter and Ned spend a lot of time with Tony.  In fact, the only one more excited than Tony when Harry asked Peter on a date was Peter.

Harry tells Peter about his relationship with his father, and Peter tells Harry how Tony had quickly become his father figure. Peter knows Harry couldn’t care less about science, and it warms his heart when Harry asks him to explain what he’s doing with an experiment. In turn, he makes sure he listens when Harry gets excited about a new car or fashion item. Things are going great.

 ++++++

Harry feels like a piece of crap. He knows he should come clean to Peter. His father contacts him frequently for information. But he knows as soon as Peter and/or Tony finds out his original reason to get close to them.

He hasn’t told Norman anything, and now he doesn’t want to. Tony helped him realize that some fathers are just shitty, and he shouldn’t have to strive for their attention. Over the four months Harry has been in contact with Tony, he has been more of a father to him than Norman had ever been.

 As he is debating this in his head, someone walks in his apartment. It’s Norman. “Hello?”

 “It has been four months Harrison. What do you have for me?”

 “Father, it’s nice to hear from you, too,” Harry scoffs. “I have changed my mind. I’m not helping you with this.”

 “Harrison,” his father warns.

 “I’m serious. I actually like him, Father, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that.”

 Norman’s laugh resounds through the room, “And what do you think that dear, innocent boy will do once he finds out the only reason you started dating him was to spy on his mentor’s company? Trust will be severed forever. Listen to me, boy, you are being stupid, and I will not let an Osborn lose all his manly qualities for love. You are sixteen, and I have decided that you will no longer live in this apartment.”

 “I bought this with my trust fund.”

 “I have ties to the owner. Trust me, you won’t be able to find lodging anywhere in Manhattan.” Norman smirks.

“I’m not helping you. Besides, they haven’t told me anything. Everything happening at SI doesn’t get discussed around the family dinner table. Now please leave.” Harry herds Norman towards the door. “Bye Norman.”

 ++++++

“I’m sorry, man. You guys were really great together. I wouldn’t want to tell you except I felt like I should.” Annamarie tells Peter. “My family lives on the same floor as Harry.”

 Peter’s world feels shattered. Harry doesn’t like him. He’s using Peter to find out Stark Industries’ new product line. Norman Osborn has stooped to new lows apparently.  Peter feels like everyone is looking at him. He just wants to melt into the floor. Why did he ever think someone like Harry would actually like him? Peter scoffs. And there Harry is at his locker.

 “Hey, Peter,” Harry’s face lights up when Peter reaches him. “Walk you to class?”

 “Thanks Harry, but you should probably get to yours. What is it, acting? You need some work on that. Also, just so you know. We’re through,” Peter pulls his history book from his locker and heads off to class.

 Peter avoids Harry the rest of the day. He’s going to get his education, no matter what someone will try to do to him. Once school is out, Peter heads straight to Stark Tower. Taking one look at his face, Tony sets down his work and gives Peter his full attention. When Peter’s tearful rant is over, the billionaire pulls him into a hug, “You know, I’m usually good at reading masks, and I thought he was genuine. He’s good. He duped us all.”

 ++++++

“Ned, can you please help me?” Harry pleads. “I love Peter.”

 Ned shakes Harry’s hand off his shoulder. “I don’t want to hear it. You knew what Peter was like, and you chose to take advantage of it. Stay away.”

 Harry sags. He really screwed this up. Someone clears their throat. It’s Stella. “Seriously man? This is an all-time low.”

 “Stella. Norman told me that if I manipulated Peter into handing over SI secrets, he would finally call me son. And he gave me permission to date him. You know how Norman has always said about gay men not being real men so I jumped at it because I did and still do like Peter. I didn’t think it through, obviously, because if I did, I would’ve known this would happen.”

 Stella sighs, “Look, man, I’m still your friend, but I don’t want to talk about this. Why don’t we go to my house and steal my parents’ booze and get wasted?” Harry agrees.

 ++++++ Peter doesn’t do anything except go to school and patrol. He wants to be left alone. His family and friends follow his wishes, letting him know they are there if he needs them.

 One Saturday morning, May rushes into his room. “You need to look at this.”

 Harry is plastered all over social media. Peter clicks on a video, “Hey, Peter. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to come clean with the truth. Yes, Norman Osborn did enlist me to either be your friend or date you to try to extract information about the new rumored Stark Industries product line. I agreed because for one, I wanted to spend time with you; for two, Norman Osborn is a grade A, certified dick. He never calls me son, and he ingrained a slight homophobia in me since I was young. When he gave me permission to date you and a ‘rightful’” Harry uses finger quotes, “place in the family, I thought I could kill two birds with one stone. Then I fell in love with you. And Mr. Stark showed me that it wasn’t my fault Norman was like that, it is his own, and I’m better off without him. I want you to know that I have cut him out of my life. I am now relying on my trust fund and the hope of finding a job. I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but I just wanted you to know the truth. And I swear to you, I never found out anything, and I never reported to him.” The video cuts off.

 “Thanks for showing me,” Peter whispers. “I don’t know what I am going to do.”

 May takes his hand, “Peter. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You have to figure out what’s best for you. Even if you still love him, if you think you shouldn’t be with him, you don’t have to be with him. Now, I’m sure he won’t wait for you forever, but you have time.”

 “Thank you May. I’ll dwell on it,” He hugs her.

 ++++++

Three weeks have gone by, and Harry hasn’t heard from Peter or his friends. He got an internship at Van Dyne fashion, and he’s getting by.

 Harry is leaving school to head toward his new job when Peter stops him. “Hey can we talk?” Peter asks him.

 “Yea sure!” Harry doesn’t know why Peter would want to talk to him, but he’s willing to hope.

 “So, I saw your video, and I gave myself time to think it over. Um, do you still want to be with me?”

 Harry smiles. “More than anything.”

 “I am willing to try again, but it might take me a while to trust you completely. And I don’t want to talk about work around you for a while.”

 “I understand,” Harry nods. “I screwed up. Can I ask – what does Tony have to think about all this?”

 “Believe it or not, he defended you a little bit,” Peter nudges him. “He said he may have done the same thing, were he in your shoes. Apparently, daddy issues are not uncommon and cause a lot of confusion in people’s lives. Are you going to Van Dynes?”

 “Yea. Care to walk with me?”

~Fin