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irondadmadlads · 5 months

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The Shoebox Problem

A/n: For @call-me-coley . Thank you for talking through ideas with me @yes-i-am-happyaspie .

December was a busy month for Tony Stark. With the holidays on the horizon, the hero planned multiple galas and charity events. At least once a week balls were attended by Tony. Sometimes the man went by himself. Other times, Pepper would join him. Even Peter accompanied him once or twice.

Only those closest to him knew the real reason he made an extensive amount of plans during the winter month. As a distraction from his parents’ deaths.

But that’s neither here nor there. This story is about the shoebox problem. Underneath Tony’s tree were dozens of gifts. Every one about the size of a shoebox. And they were all addressed to the same person: Peter Parker.

Tony was overjoyed to learn Peter and May would be spending Christmas with Pepper and himself. The holiday was usually a lonely one for the billionaire. Sure, Pepper would spend the day with him. But while she received calls from her extended family wishing her “Merry Christmas,” Tony’s phone remained silent.

But this year would be different. With Peter and May Parker keeping the man company, there’s no way he could possibly feel lonely.

So when his phone rang with Peter’s contact, his heart skipped a beat. Did something come up? Did they have to cancel. Tony hesitantly answered it.

“Hello?”

“Merry Christmas Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed. Through the receiver, Tony could hear the boy coughing.

“Merry Christmas Peter,” Tony replied. “What time are you and May coming over?”

“Actually…” the boy trailed off and Tony’s anxieties began to return full force. Of course, spending Christmas with his mentee was too good to be true.

But the boy’s sentence surprised him. “I’m downstairs…”

“Downstairs?” Tony asked. It didn’t take him long to realize exactly what Peter was implying when he said “downstairs.” The teen had a tendency to end up in Medbay. Tony sighed, “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing,” Peter replied, before breaking into a coughing fit. “I have the flu.”

Tony frowned. He then looked back at the tree with dozens of boxes under it. Even if the boy was in Medbay, he could still make his Christmas a good one.

“I’ll be right there.”

Tony entered Avenger’s Medbay about half an hour later. He was carrying a few boxes in his hands. Peter gave the man a wary smile, despite being in the sterile hospital room.

“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted. “Thank you for the gifts… you really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Tony replies. “There’s more than this.”

Peter’s eyes widen. And this is where the shoebox problem comes in.

About a month before the holiday, Tony asked Peter what he wanted for Christmas. Peter replied nothing big. “Think shoebox sized,” he said specifically. But that’s the only limitation the boy set. He didn’t give Tony a price limit. Nor a limit on the gifts themselves.

So that’s how Tony ended up carrying a pile of medium sized gifts into Peter’s hospital room.

“Mr. Stark…” Peter frowns. A shiver wracks his body and he pulls the sheet closer to himself. “How much did you spend on me…?”

“Nothing is bigger than a shoebox,” Tony deflected. And Peter could only sigh. The man had a point.

Seeing Peter’s defeat, Tony handed him a gift to open. It took him longer than usual due to the IV in his left arm, but he eventually got it open nonetheless.

Peter raised a brow, “I thought I said nothing big-“

“Nuh uh-uh,” Tony quickly could Peter off. “It’s shoebox sized.”

And unfortunately, the man was right. “Thank you for the Switch, Mr. Stark…”

Tony beamed, “Ready for the next one?”

Peter nodded and let Tony continue to hand him gifts. The boy realized he probably should’ve given Tony a gift limit. He definitely should’ve given Tony a price limit. Because he’d ended up with a new phone, new watch, tickets to Disneyland, tickets to Hamilton, video games for his Switch, and multiple gift cards.

“Okay buddy,” Tony handed a gift to Peter. “Last one.”

Peter opened it to see a teddy bear dressed in a little Iron Man suit. The boy beamed. “He’s my favorite!”

Tony chuckled. “Really? It was a gag gift,”

“It’s you,” Peter replied. “You’re my favorite,”

“Oh…” Tony glanced back at the sickly boy. He was ignoring his games and new phone to cuddle with a cheap teddybear that was dressed as his mentor.

The boy let out a yawn and placed his head on the pillow. The iron man teddy in his arms. “Thanks for the gifts,” Peter murmurs. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat. Peter called him “dad.” The man placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead as he drifted off to sleep. “Merry Christmas.”

#iron man #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #irondad prompts #spider man #irondad and spiderson prompts #spiderson prompts #sickfic prompts #sickfic #irondad fic #irondad & spiderson fic #christmas

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Happy Accident

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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20

Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.

Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.

This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)

SLAM!

“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”

“Sorry, Happy!”

“Just remember next time.”

“I will.”

Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.

Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly.

Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines. But still. Similar.

Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.

“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”

“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.”

Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider.

Silence.

Crickets.

Silent crickets.

“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!”

Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.

Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”

“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”

“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.

Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.

“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly.

After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.

As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”

He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man.

“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”

Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug.

“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”

“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.

Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t.

Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.

“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.

“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice.

“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean?

Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid.

But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #irondad tumblr prompts #irondad fanfiction #happy hogan #whoops

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jostenparker1302 · 19 days

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So... i don't actually use tumblr so much since i create my account here in 2021 to read prompts about irondad, but i'm so so so happy that i came back bcs my favorite tags is Marvey, Merthur and Irondad and i have SO MUCH content here.

So, thanks to everyone who makes marvey, merthur and irondad contents and prompts and fics and rec-fics and gifts LOVE YOU GUYS

#marvey #merthur #irondad and spiderson #marvey prompt #merthur prompt #irondad prompt #fics #fanfics

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sarcasticbambi · 8 months

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Even Rich People Deal With Late Shipping Sometimes

Something is off with Tim's Coffee™ and he just doesn't know what it is.

HMB Bingo Board "Did You Put Something In My Coffee?" + Fluff

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RIIIIIIIING!

“Ughhhh”

“Whyyy?”

Every day was the same thing. The alarm had been ringing for the past 30 minutes. Only one of them woke him up, the rest just served to annoy him so he’d get up and start getting ready.

“Come on honey, you have that meeting with the board today that you can’t miss.”

“I can never miss any meetings anyways; it doesn’t matter if it’s with the board or not...”

Marinette has to admit, it didn’t matter his age, Timothy Drake-Wayne always managed to look cute when pouting. Maybe it was because it was so uncharacteristic of him that made it so endearing and needed to be saved as a precious memory.

“Yes, I’m aware. And I’m sorry for that, but you were the one intent in inheriting the company, so you kind of have yourself to blame for that.”

Insert Tim Drake-Wayne pouty glare.

“Alright, alright! Hahah, if it’s of any comfort, Bruce and Damian also have to be there for today’s meeting?”

“Really? That’s certainly better than dealing with those old snobs alone! I won’t be miserable by myself!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen any family relish in others' misery as much as you guys…”

“I’m sorry honey, but you already know how it is with them, eat or be eaten!”

“Yes, yes Tim. Now go and wash up, I’ll start on breakfast.”

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Just like she’d told him, Marinette went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to come into a block she never thought they’d ever stumble upon.

Where’s the coffee?????

Marinette’s caffeine deprived brain was struggling to comprehend why she couldn’t find the coffee. It should be in the exact same place as always! The second cabinet in the top left corner!

She ended up looking everywhere and, by the time Tim was out of the shower and started getting ready for the day, she had turned the kitchen upside down and there was still no sign of the damned coffee grounds.

With some help from Tikki (Marinette swears she’d never get anything done if it wasn’t for the tiny Kwami), she ended up calming down enough to process her thoughts for what could possibly have happened to their precious godsent beverage.

Turns out, they had actually run out and, a simple look at the calendar in the fridge and she could tell they were supposed to get their latest shipment two days earlier. Opening the shipment tracking app, she found out that they missed on ordering the previous month for extra stock (like usual) and ended up only getting the regular monthly shipping, which had actually been delayed because of some sort of storm and, since the storm still prevailed in the area, all flights had been delayed and/or cancelled depending on their destinations. And guess what, North America was one of those destinations that were “Cancelled Until Further Notice”.

NOW WHAT???

Marinette was so close to pulling her hair out from the stress. How was she and her boyfriend supposed to survive their lack of proper coffee “Until Further Notice”???

Turning around the stove to turn off the kettle of boiling water, she happened to land her blue eyes in the container pushed almost all the way to the back of the cabinet and, if there’s one thing Marinette is, is curious.

Curiosity killed the cat.

So, she grabbed the container to find out it was instant coffee from one of the times Connor had been over and commented on how their coffee was too much trouble to prepare in the morning “with all those boring and time-consuming steps”, so he ended up getting himself a bottle of instant coffee from the store.

Curiosity did kill the cat, but satisfaction brought it back!

She had hit Jackpot!

It was no special roast carefully observed to reach the perfect level of bitterness along with the exceptional flavouring and meticulously packed and shipped at the appropriate storage temperatures to maintain all the properties farmers worked so hard for while also keeping it fresh when it reached their front door and, eventually, ended in their perfect mugs.

So, with the determination to still get some kind, ANY kind of caffeine in their systems that day, Marinette set out to make instant coffee for what was probably the first time in her life.

By the time Tim came out of the room, fresh and almost ready to start a new day, she had accomplished the feat of making a cup of instant coffee for the two of them, along with a couple of pastries to accompany.

She just had completely forgotten the fact that Timothy Drake-Wayne had never, in his entire life, had anything other than the best and highest quality of coffee specifically imported from tropical countries to quench his thirst for the blessing that was caffeine.

And, when Tim saw the slight mess that was the counter, and the anxious look on Marinette’s face, he knew something was up. Marinette may be clumsy, but her kitchen was never a mess. It was a sacred place for her after all.

He decided to shrug it off, she was often stressed about something, maybe she’d just gotten a message from one of her clients that left her out of sorts for a hot second. The rest looked perfectly normal anyways, so there was really no reason to be worried.

That was what he thought, at least, until he took a sip of his coffee.

It took everything in him not to just spit it out, simply out of respect for Marinette who had gone through the trouble of making it.

When he looked at her, she was looking right back at him through the rim of her own mug.

“Mari?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you put something in my coffee?”

“No?”

“Why do you sound unsure?”

“TeChNicAlLy. I didn’t put anything in our coffee…”

“Technically?”

“Yes! You see, APPARENTLY, there’s been an issue with our coffee shipment this month and we hadn’t stocked up last month and now we’re out of beans and “UnTiL fUrThEr NoTicE” we won’t have anything and then I found the bottle of instant coffee Kon got last time he slept over and that was our only other resource and I just couldn’t let you go to that boring meeting without caffeine lest I wanted you to snap at someone for breathing and I also needed some sort of pick me up and-”

“Marinette, honey. Breathe. In and Out.”

Repeating his actions and instructions, Marinette managed to somehow calm down from the anxious stream of words coming out of her lips in the usual Marinette Ramble™.

“It’s ok, it happens to everyone. I guess even with all the prime and premium subscriptions, even billionaires have to deal with late shipping sometimes.”

“But... your coffee?”

“It’s fine Bean, I was just asking because the taste felt off and I wondered if in your sleepy state, you could have missed a step or let it sit for too long and it saturated the flavour. To be honest, you could have just told me, and we’d order something to go from the cafe shop nearby and then get something better fitting for our tastes at the company. You know they are kind of required to always have a coffee fix for us if they want us to work properly, so we should be fine for the next 30min until we get there dear.”

“Ah, that’s right... I’m so used to taking my own tumbler of coffee that I tend to forget about the company cafe unless it’s an emergency” Marinette would have facepalmed if Tim wasn’t already holding her wrists and, having her so close to him only gave her the option to drop her forehead on his shoulder. His hands immediately dropped her wrists to fall on her waist in a hug.

“We could even ask for a bag from the storage until our shipment arrives. Or, you know, we could always drop by the Manor. I’m certain that Alfred has a storage room dedicated only for our coffee in case of emergencies like this, so you don’t need to stress so much over it.”

“You’re right! I didn’t even think of that! I honestly don’t know how you’re so calm. I thought you’d be the one skirmishing over this, not the other way around.”

“Because, if I’m not calm then there’s no one to help you calm down and then we’d both be a mess and would not be able to do anything.” the chuckle that left his lips should have been somehow offending, but Marinette settled to just snuggle up to him for a bit more before getting ready for the day, now with the reassurance that they’d still get their coffee fix for the day and that the shipment delay wouldn’t affect them as she thought it would.

15 minutes later and they were both out of the house, the instant coffee now cold and long since forgotten on the dining table, the rest of the pastries arranged with some fruit and cheese for the Kwamis to maintain themselves while the couple was out.

Notes:

#dc x mlb #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #timinette #“did you put something in my coffee?” prompt #crack #kind of?#i mean #they're sleep and caffeine deprived soooo #caffeine idiots #obviously #fluff #it wouldn't be a bambi fic if it didn't have fluff #ALL THE FLUFF #HMBingo #Tim Drake is an angel #sometimes #this is one of them #incorrect irondad and spiderson

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lovelesslittleloser · 2 years

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Has anyone made a god au for the mcu?

Like, the gods are amongst us mortals, and they’ve got like followers/worshipers and stuff, and they can like access the information of their followers because they’re gods duh

I should probably specify that I’m talking about an irondad fic. I want this as an irondad fic

The great Tony Stark, god of technology, inventor and innovator, creator of things to further humanity along, with as many followers as people have phones, tvs, radios, and cars. His followers buy exclusively his tech, and the richer ones donate money to speed up his research

Hawkeye, god of archery, whose majority of followers come and go with time, but a select few stick around, devoting their life to the art of the bow & arrow

Vision, god of the internet (whose father is the god of technology, obviously), who gains power every moment someone uses the internet, and IS the robot tracking your info to give you some Useful ads, whose followers meme in his name

Bruce Banner, the god of sciences (he has SEVEN PHDS MAN), who learns all he can and shares it all with the scientific community, whose other form, Hulk, may or may not be a god in and of himself, whose followers all devote their lives to research, some on his second form specifically

Of course there’s Thor, god of thunder, and Loki, god of mischief…

But then there’s just. Peter Parker, god of spiders.

Of course, not very many people like spiders, and those who do probably don’t like them enough to devote any time to the god of them… unless they’re trying to form some weird cult or something. And there’s probably a major population of people that aren’t even aware that ‘god of spiders’ is even a thing? Like there’s probably a Wikipedia page or something that lists every god, but I doubt anyone would pay too much attention to a god of spiders.

Like maybe some people do worship him but it’s probably really weird and he’d be like ‘umm I appreciate that you’re following me, but I would prefer that you don’t sacrifice anyone to me?? Because one that’s illegal and I enjoy following laws and two,,, it kinda makes me uncomfortable so please stop’

So just imagine like. Pete having a rough day getting bullied by Flash about being the god of such a ‘creepy’ thing, when suddenly, a shout from an alleyway! He hurries to investigate and someone’s getting mugged! He webs up the threat and the person he saved is just like ‘thank you!! Who are you?’ and he just panics and says ‘uhhhh I’m spider-man’ and the rest is history :)

But then people start getting interested in Spider-Man so they google ‘is there a spider god’ and then they go harass Peter like ‘hey you’re the god of spiders, so who’s spider-man? You had to have blessed him right’ and like what does he say to that???

And imagine Tony seeing this and being like ‘hey I actually wanted to know who spider-man was too but maybe don’t harass a minor?? Like yeah he’s a god but he’s also a child’ and. Omg I need to ✨stop✨ before I ✨break✨

#ao3 writers #i summon thee #writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing ideas #fic prompt #fic prompts #fic idea #fic ideas #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu spiderman #spiderman #spider man #spider-man #irondad and spiderson #iron dad #irondad #spider son #spiderson #god au #mcu god au #and they would have like human forms and godly forms #but the godly forms are just like their hero outfits #like the ironman suit is just his godly form but the suit isn’t hollow because it’s just him #and then peter’s god form could either be the spider-man suit or just a bigass spider #I for one would prefer if it were just the suit but the bigass spider would make more sense tbh #I’m just afraid of spiders #which is funny considering that whenever I read something it tends to end up being spiders. sometimes just bugs but usually spiders

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filthy-kaoss · 2 years

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Tony brings his baby kid, peter to the park for the first time and meets other moms or dads

Wow I've been sitting on this for *checks notes* a month and a half, whoops. Got around to finishing touches today and so here you are, finally!

It got long-ish [~2500 words] and you know meeee i had to add a twist c;

de-aging irondad spiderson fic, all fluff, just a lil pinch of angst like salt in a pastry, enjoy

thanks and much love to @shivanessa for looking it over and giving me some quality suggestions c;

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They were fucking around with Pym particles when it happened.

"Shit! Pete?"

Tony pushed chunks of broken glass aside with one foot and stepped closer to the last known location of his teenaged lab partner as the vapor finally began to clear. Finally, Tony found him.

"Uh oh."

The top half of a literal baby, maybe one year old-ish, was poking out of the collar of the shirt Peter had previously been wearing. It looked at its own pudgy hands with an eerie amount of understanding for such a young face. Then it crossed its arms and glared up at Tony.

"Ummmm, next particle shipment is in three days, right, FRIDAY?"

"Affirmative, boss."

The baby flung itself backward, smacking the ground with its arms up in exasperation and defeat. Which really looked weird for a baby to do.

"Tell May I'm keeping Peter until Tuesday and to get him off school Monday. And put an order in for some baby food."

The baby flicked him off and Tony finally lost it, laughing so hard he nearly keeled over.

Peter wasn't used to being so tiny. Everything looked big. His body felt weird, uncoordinated. Like all of his muscle memory was off kilter. He found he couldn't talk, tongue too clumsy to form the words he knew.

Frustration reigned. He was going to be stuck like this for three days. And of course Tony was laughing hysterically about it. Peter knew he would probably find it funny, too, if he wasn't currently going through it. Right now, though, he was stripped of his speech, his agency and his weekend plans and he found no humor in it. Indignant at Tony, Peter wriggled out of his oversized t-shirt and made to crawl away, careless of the bits of broken glass all around him.

Tony's laughter ended abruptly, "Kid, the glass!"

Peter didn't care. His knees got cut up as he kept crawling away, anger muting the pain. He didn't have a plan yet. Maybe crawl all the way to his room, under his bed, curl up and throw himself a pity party. Alone. Yeah, that sounded pretty good. He made for the door of the lab-

-and was scooped up by two big hands around his middle. Peter let out an indignant wail as his limbs lost contact with the floor, flailing uselessly.

"Kid, calm down!"

With some difficulty, Tony rearranged the squirming baby to face him, holding him up and away from himself as Peter kicked the air.

"Hey! Stop that!" Tony shook him lightly, "Hold still and listen would you, Pete?" Peter went limp after one final kick and pouted valiantly.

“It’s only three days, so stop being a baby about it.” Peter glared at him. Tony tried really hard not to laugh, and mostly failed.

“Look, I’ve got you, okay, kid? It’s gonna be fine. Just work with me here. And please don’t go crawling through glass, for fuck’s sake.”

Tony walked them over to the first aid kit.

“Now, I’m patching you up. Are you gonna cooperate?” Peter rolled his eyes but nodded. He’d calmed a little, and his knees were starting to sting.

“DUM-E, blood on my floor, handle it. Glass, too.” He called absently. The bot chirped and wheeled over to comply.

Tony found some clean scrap fabric– spider suit fabric, coincidentally– to sit Peter on so he wouldn’t be directly on the cold metal workshop table. He picked a few tiny bits of glass out of the small cuts with sterile forceps from the kit. Fortunately, the wounds were shallow, only from scrapes against small sharp pieces. Still, Tony frowned. Sure, he’d seen the kid hurt worse before and come out okay– granted it still sucked every time– but to see him bleeding as a literal one-year-old baby was a new kind of disturbing. Peter was always getting hurt on his watch.

Soon the glass was all removed, the wounds cleaned and bandaged. Tony stood Peter up on the table.

“Sit tight. Do not fall, got it?” Tony narrowed his eyes at him, pointing, “just, don’t even move. Heaven knows this workshop isn’t baby proofed.”

Peter rolled his eyes, then simply stared back with crossed arms.

Tony swiped the scrap of fabric and slowly stepped over to a different table, eyes still on Peter. He feinted looking away slowly only to snap back to Peter, as if the kid was going to move as soon as he took his eyes off him just to be contrary.

Tony grabbed a laser tool and with a few folds, trims and laser stitchings, fashioned some simple underwear.

“Underoos for Underoos!” He declared, holding them up with a grin.

Peter fought his smile but Tony saw it.

Once Peter was no longer in his birthday suit he thanked Tony with a simple gesture, fingers touching his own chin and then extending forward with the palm up. Tony had been the one to introduce him to some american sign language and he was glad he knew some basic expressions he could use in this situation. Tony mirrored the gesture in acknowledgement.

“So, you’re understanding everything, right? But you can’t talk?” Tony asked.

The kid nodded. For a moment he attempted to say something, but managed little more than humming and babbling. He shook his head and pointed toward a nearby monitor, made a grabbing gesture at it. Tony pulled it over for him.

Peter pulled up a keyboard interface and set to pointer-finger typing. Even this was tricky. Mentally he knew where the letters were but his fingers fumbled often, and being literally smaller than he was used to wasn’t helping either. Eventually his message was finished: remember everything but muscle memory reset

“Huh. Okay, we can work with that.”

Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully and meandered over toward the pile of Peter’s teen sized clothes. He picked them up, shook the glass from them in DUM-E’s general direction and laid them on one of the tables to deal with later. He grabbed Peter’s nanoparticle housing unit which he usually wore at his belt.

Tony sat in the office chair by some of his programming consoles, placing the housing unit into a receptacle at the workstation.

“FRI, get with Karen and desync abooouuut 10 moles worth of nanites from the Iron Spider, then copy over the wrist holo display and UI to the new sub-unit. And pull up a copy of the mother code for me. Relabel it…” Tony spun in the chair to look at the baby sitting on a table as he casually swung his legs, looking at something in his little hands, “Spider-baby protocol.”

Peter took the screwdriver he’d been fidgeting with and threw it in Tony’s general direction.

It sailed across the room much faster than Peter had intended, Tony ducking away from it as it flew past his head and impaled itself into one of his glass displays, which promptly flickered out. Tony hadn’t quite been directly in the line of fire, but if he had…

Tony turned his shocked gaze away from the cracked display back to the kid, who’s wide eyes and hand over his open mouth screamed ‘oh shit.’

“Jesus Christ, kid. Can we not, with the attempted murder?”

Peter signed ‘sorry,’ rubbing his heart three times clockwise with a closed fist, gaze serious and somber.

“Apology accepted.”

Then Peter realized what had happened, and what it meant, eyes widening again. His eyes flicked to his own designated work table, where one of his web-shooters was half disassembled, but the other was still untouched. He glanced back at Tony, calculating.

Tony recognized the mischievous gleam in his eye.

“No. No! Don’t even think about it– Peter!”

Peter had slipped off the table and dropped to land on his feet– wow, he was small now. He took half a second to refamiliarize with his balance before padding over to his work table.

“Do not-”

Tony was halfway to him when Peter hopped to reach over the edge of the table and grab the web-shooter. He quickly flicked it against his wrist where it automatically attached itself.

“Your skull is not hard enough right now to be swinging around!”

Tony was reaching out to grab for him just as Peter shot a web at the ceiling and yanked himself airborne with a gleeful shriek. He stuck to the ceiling for a moment, looking back at Tony all the way down on the floor.

“Get down here!”

Peter didn’t. Instead he scuttled around the ceiling and swung from the rafters, cackling all the while.

Tony tapped his arc reactor twice.

⎊⎊⎊

“Stop squirming!”

“What’s going on here?”

Peter and Tony froze, turning to see Pepper had just stepped into the workshop, a folder in her hand.

Tony, wearing one nanotech gauntlet and both boots, was hovering near the ceiling. Peter dangled upside down from his leg currently clutched in Tony’s gauntlet, the web-shooter confiscated in Tony’s other hand.

“Um. This still isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”

“Is that a baby?”

⎊⎊⎊

After they’d spent some time figuring things out, Tony took Peter to the park.

It was a sunny afternoon. The kid was nestled into one of Morgan’s older strollers and Tony was dressed discreetly: hoodie, hat and a pair of less flashy (but no less teched out) sunglasses. Peter was holding an Iron Man plush (Tony had offered him a Spider-man one and Peter had pointed at this one instead. Tony had had to hide his face for a minute after that.) and wiggling his feet as Tony rolled him along.

Peter plucked a flower from a bush as they passed. He held it close to his face to examine it. It was still strange being so small again. His own fingers were tiny, the petals looked huge cupped in his hand. Suddenly a bee perched on his flower. He watched it work through the pollen, fascinated, until it flew off again. He watched it go.

“Mind if we stop a bit?” Tony rolled Peter up to a bench in front of a fountain. Peter poked at the band on his wrist. The word ‘okay’ appeared on the display of Tony’s sunglasses, so he took a seat on the bench.

There were ducks floating in the fountain, pigeons on the paths, little sparrows, too. People passed by walking, jogging, biking. There were dogs of all shapes and sizes.

A droplet symbol appeared on Tony’s glasses and he immediately grabbed the cup from the holder in the stroller handle and placed it in the holder next to Peter. The kid signed his thanks and grabbed the cup to drink.

“Oh, what an angel!”

Tony glanced toward the woman who was settling on the other end of the bench, a stroller and (sleeping) baby of her own parked beside her.

“He sure is.” Tony said with a bit of a smirk. Peter was a good kid, but he was also a little gremlin who’d given him the runaround for the better part of the morning. The woman gleaned none of his tone.

“How old is he?”

“Oh, 15,” Tony met Peter’s eyes, “months.” The kid’s eye twitched. He poked at his wristband. ‘16*’ appeared on Tony’s glasses. Tony grinned.

The woman cooed. “This one here is almost two years. Is he your first?”

“Second. I have a little girl, too.” Tony said warmly.

The woman’s gushy answer was interrupted by her baby waking up and fussing. Attention immediately drawn, she fawned over them and set them up with a bottle of formula. In the meantime, Peter asked for a snack via his bracelet, a fish symbol appearing on Tony’s glasses. Tony pulled out a container, unscrewed the lid and set it in front of the kid, who happily munched on the goldfish crackers with his few teeth.

Once her baby settled, the woman glanced back over. She'd been about to speak but stopped as she did a double take at Peter. The baby was easily popping crackers into his mouth, distinctly making no mess while her own baby– ‘older’ than him– was already drooling milk on themself.

Peter returned the woman’s stare, making eye contact for several seconds. Without looking away he pushed the empty container toward Tony. As Tony took it back, Peter turned to sign his thanks, and Tony mirrored it with a soft smile. The woman gaped.

Peter sent a pedestrian walking symbol to Tony’s glasses.

Tony smiled casually at the woman’s flabbergasted expression, “Yeah, my little genius, this one. Well, time for us to get going.”

The woman watched them go. She saw them pause for a moment in front of a busker playing violin. She watched as the child dropped a flower into the violin case and the father chuckled and tossed in a few bills.

She shook her head, bafflement giving way to a small smile as she dabbed at her own little angel’s chin.

⎊⎊⎊

Peter crashed hard after their outing, accelerated metabolism and tiny body catching up to him. Minutes after Tony got some more substantial, but very mushy, food into him he all but passed out.

Tony brought him to his room in the tower and settled him carefully into his bed. He spent a good twenty minutes rigging a railing system that would activate if Peter got close to the edge of the relatively huge bed, and set FRIDAY to monitoring.

With one last fond look at his tiny spiderling, sleeping soundly, Tony gently shut the door.

⎊⎊⎊

When Peter wakes up he doesn't know where he is. Dark and unfamiliar shapes, covered in inky blackness, loom over him. His body feels strange. His heart feels like it's hammering faster than it should be, even stressed, and with his heightened hearing it's the loudest thing in the room.

He knows he should be somewhere in the tower, that's what would make sense, and so he calls for FRIDAY. Except his mouth doesn't move right, tongue twisting and lips lagging, so the sound he produces is more a mangled groan than a word. It's wrong. He must have been drugged. He must be having a stroke.

He cries out, and the fact that the sound he emits is that of a crying baby only adds to his upset.

Suddenly, warm light pours over him as a door opens. He recognizes Tony as soon as he enters, his bare footsteps urgent but soft on the carpet. The mere sight of him is a relief to Peter, though remnants of his distress still linger.

Tony picks him right up and pulls him against his chest where Peter immediately clings to his black tank top. A kiss is pressed to the top of Peter's head and everything about the man's presence is a comfort. Tony's arms, strong, huge, wrap gently and completely around him, all-encompassing. He's warm and he smells familiar. Ear to Tony's chest, Peter hears his voice hum soothing all around him, his heart beating calm and steady.

Peter is so relaxed he barely notices when Tony shifts to sit and then to lie down in Peter's bed, the kid still glued to his chest. Tony's hand cradles the boy's head, running through the feather soft hair there as they both drift to sleep.

#irondad #spiderson #tony stark #fic #prompt #fluff #peter parker #iron man #spider-man #de-aging #comfort #spider-baby lab shenanigans #one of these days i'll get around to posting these prompt things to my ao3

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teawan · 1 year

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send me writing prompts!!!

guys the Writing Monster has possessed me i really want to write a short fic/ficlet so pls send me prompts or fic ideas you want to read into my askbox so i can write them!! preferably irondad & spiderson, steve x bucky, or byler--you can send other pairings/fandoms too but i might not be able to do them because i don’t know the characters well enough or at all. but PLEASE SEND!!!!

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fotibrit · 9 months

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tony gets stuck in a dangerous situation without his suit, and takes a real hard hit to the head. Right as he starts falling, he sees a flash of red and blue. His last thought before passing out?

“I’ll be okay. Spider-man will protect me.”

#tony stark #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic ideas #peter parker #spider man #spiderson #irondad #marvel mcu #avengers #peter parker and tony stark #whump prompt #tony stark hurt #whumptober

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 5 months

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How about Peter feeling touch-starved and asks Tony for a hug?

These mini fics often turn out super self-indulgently soft. Haha. But hey! We love it, right?? We're here for the fanon?? I know I am! I hope Anon is too because this one is hurt/comfort with a heavy emphasis on the comfort. Peter desperately needs a hug and doesn't know it. Good thing Tony does. :) Super sweet. Very fluff.

Peter Parker Needs a Hug 967 Words

At sixteen-years-old, Peter was eminently capable of spending a week alone in the apartment. May had been begged to take some shifts at a short-staffed hospital a few hours away. She’d tried to decline. She’d told them she had a nephew at home and couldn't uproot him in the middle of the school year.

Peter had argued the compensation was too good to give up. He’d assured her he would be fine. It wasn’t like he spent that much time at home anyway. He’d attend school, patrol, complete his homework and sleep. If he needed anything, he would have the Leeds’, MJ and Mr. Stark.

Reluctantly she had accepted the offer. She’d packed a few bags, hugged him tightly and driven off.

As it were, Peter flourished in the independence. He woke up early to make himself breakfast, watched whatever he wanted on the television and made sure to get to bed at a reasonable hour. It was great. And when the first week went well, May apprehensively agreed to one more.

While Peter missed his aunt, he wasn’t terribly upset that she had decided to stay longer. It was only seven more days and they talked on the phone all the time. However, the intrigue and sense of accomplishment that came with being trusted to care for himself came to a screeching halt in the middle of his eleventh night of solitude.

For no discernible reason, Peter woke up too early in the morning feeling uneasy. He didn’t think he’d had a nightmare. If he had, he certainly didn’t remember it. Sighing, he went to get a glass of milk from the kitchen; something he often did when he simply couldn’t sleep. But as he walked down the hall, he realized something was different. What he ordinarily thought of as a peaceful silence in the apartment, had been replaced with an eerie feeling of emptiness. He rolled his eyes at his own dramatics and flipped the light on.

The rest of his day didn’t go any better. He got to school and went through the usual paces. Really, it would have been a completely ordinary day had it not been for the lingering discontent in the back of his head. It made him irritable and anxious, and he had no idea how to combat.

When lunch came around, Ned put a hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was okay. He shook his head, his eyes stinging with unshed tears as he fought back the overwhelming desire to pull his friend into a bone crushing hug. Being that they were in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, he fought the urge and wrapped his own arms around himself instead. He mumbled he was just in a bad mood, apologized and tried to go back to his suddenly tasteless sandwich.

Patrol was a no-go. He wanted to go out and help, but lacked the motivation. It was odd. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever not wanted to patrol. He brushed it off as another symptom of a bad day and went straight home. He’d only been there about ten minutes before Mr. Stark texted him.

‘You’re not patrolling today?’

‘Taking a break,’ he replied, not wanting to give too much away.

‘Want to take that break at the tower? the next message read. Followed by, ‘I could use your help.’

Peter read the message over a few times, surprised that going to the tower actually sounded really nice. Hurriedly, he changed into this suit and headed in that direction.

“Hey, Kiddo!” Mr. Stark cheerfully greeted. “How goes your lack of parental supervision? I haven’t gotten any emergency calls, so I assume it’s gone well.”

Dubiously, Peter narrowed his eyes. “May asked you to check on me, didn’t she.”

Mr. Stark smiled sheepishly, his hand moving to the back of his neck. “She did. Said you sounded a little down this morning.”

Peter’s eyes tried to well up again. It was super aggravating. Especially in front of Mr. Stark.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he growled. “I’m antsy and annoyed for no good reason.”

Mr. Stark’s head tilted to the side. “How long has May been gone?”

Peter scrubbed at his face and did a mental tally. “Almost twelve days.”

There were a few beats of silence. Then Mr. Stark beckoned him closer. “Come here, Buddy.”

“Why?” Peter asked, feeling more defensive than he should have.

“Just come here. Trust me.”

Peter did as asked. He closed the distance between them and was met with a tight embrace. He stiffened for a split second before melting into the pressure. He couldn’t restrain the fresh round of tears that sprung to his eyes. Mr. Stark tightened his grasp, swaying gently as he ran a hand up and down his back. He didn’t stop until Peter gathered a breath and pulled back on his own.

“Better?” Mr. Stark asked, one hand still squeezing Peter's bicep.

“Yeah,” he replied, his cheeks pink with mild embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I know you’ve been doing fine on your own, but you know you’re welcome to stay here tonight,” Tony offered. “Pizza and movies. I’ll get you to school in the morning.”

Relief Peter didn’t even know he needed, washed over him. “That actually sounds really awesome,” he sighed, leaning in for another brief hug. “Thanks, Mr. Stark. You always seem to know what I need.”

“That’s my job,” Mr. Stark said softly. “But next time you need a hug, all you have to do is ask, okay, Pete?”

“Okay,” Peter echoed. He bit back a smile and looked up through his lashes. “Can I have a hug?”

Tony barked a pleasant laugh. “Of course, Kiddo! Any time,” he said, arms outstretched for Peter to fall into. “Absolutely anytime.”

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not-me-underc0ver · 6 months

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(something in my docs i found and have no recollection of writing)

Peter having to have surgery and waking up to see the Avengers (or at least some) in his room (maybe tony and steve) and freaking the fuck out.

"Peter-"

"OH MY GOD!" peter jerked in the bed trying to find the doctor

Tony rushed to him. "It's okay, you're okay-"

"DO I HAVE CANCER?!" Peter pointed Tony and the till suited-up Steve. "THE AVENGERS ARE HERE!"

Tony asks how those are related and Peter explains that the Avengers only visit the sick and dying kids.

#irondad prompt #crack fic #mcu fanfiction #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #irondad #irondad and spiderson

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irondadmadlads · 1 year

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Irondad Prompt #170:

Peter: *gets arrested and calls Tony*

Tony: YOU GOT ARRESTED??

Peter: I was getting rid of those spikes on benches… 🥺

Tony: I’m not mad

Peter: 😅

Tony: I’m just disappointed!

Peter: 😰

Tony: Why didn’t you invite me?? Or May??

#iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad and spiderson prompts #irondad prompts #spider man #spiderson prompts #iron dad #irondad #peter parker #spiderson #marvel mcu #mcu fic #mcu tony stark #mcu peter parker #mcu iron man #mcu spiderman #marvel #tony stark #peter parker & tony stark

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Post-Surgery Sleepover

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After Pepper has emergency surgery, Happy and Rhodey are having a hard time getting Tony to take care of himself, so they call in the big guns.

@Comfortember 2022 prompts #3 - Warm Food, #6 - Exhaustion, and #17 - Falling Asleep on Someone and Using Irondad Prompt #40 from @idk-bruh-20, idea from @bayzadas

Happy Hogan and Colonel James Rhodes met Peter Parker, who was wiping at the lingering dampness in his hair, at the hospital room door. Thankfully, the suit Tony had made him was fairly water-tight.

“Hey, kid. Thanks for coming. How’s the weather out there?” They were having an unseasonably cold thunderstorm that evening.

“Getting colder, but not too bad, he said with a slight shiver. I made good time. How is she?” Peter’s face was worried, as it probably had been since he’d gotten Happy’s text a few hours before school got out that day. Happy almost hadn’t remembered to tell Peter he couldn’t pick him up for the internship today, since Pepper was having an emergency appendectomy. The kid had asked if he could do anything to help, and Happy had told him no. Later that night he’d changed his mind, though, and had texted Peter again.

Hey kid, if you’re not busy, maybe you could come to the hospital? We could use your help after all. Just whenever.

Peter had, of course, dropped whatever he was doing, and had arrived thirty minutes later, at nearly 10 PM.

“Pepper’s going to be fine,” Happy assured him. “The surgery went well, and she’s recovering. They’ve got her on some strong stuff, and she’ll probably be out the rest of the night, they said.”

Peter nodded in obvious relief. “So, what can I help with then?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Happy nodded at the window in the hospital suite’s door. “You see that guy in there?” Peter looked through to see Tony sitting on the couch, apparently working on some project. He looked a little tired and stressed, but otherwise okay.

Rhodey picked up the narrative. “He slept about an hour last night, since Pepper’s appendix started doing its thing shortly after midnight, and he got maybe four the night before. Plus, no one has had any luck getting him to eat anything all day, but he’s had enough caffeine to power a whole floor of interns. We thought he’d settle down and eat and sleep after she came through the surgery okay, but no such luck. Can you help us with him?”

Peter looked startled. “Me? What can I do?”

“Well,” said Happy, turning to the table behind him to grab a big styrofoam container, “You can start by getting him to eat. I just got this baked potato soup and some rolls from the cafe across the street.”

“Wouldn’t Colonel Rhodes have better luck?” Peter asked hesitantly, turning to his mentor’s best friend. “You can usually get him to do stuff.”

“I cut off his coffee two hours ago,” Rhodey said, “so he’s mad at me.”

Peter appeared to mull it over, holding the hot container of soup in his hands. “Wow, it smells so good,” he said, inhaling as he brought the container closer to his face. He tilted his head to the side.

“Do you think you could find me a couple of bowls and spoons?” Peter asked the two men.

Happy rushed off to make that happen. Any idea the kid had, he would try. He tried not to show it, but he was mildly frantic with worry about his boss. The man hadn’t slept even as much as he normally did this week, and his stress over Pepper’s pain and eventual surgery had him in a weird headspace. He had no idea how they were going to get the man to sleep tonight, but he needed it desperately.

It was hard enough to get him to sleep at the Tower or the Compound when anyone was hurt or otherwise under care. Here at a “normal” (but very fancy) hospital, it seemed a hopeless attempt, even though Happy had asked for a twin-sized rollaway bed to join Pepper’s in her recovery suite. But getting Tony into that bed sounded impossible. Happy sighed. Food first.

“Here,” he said a few minutes later, brandishing the paper bowls and disposable spoons at the teenage superhero like they were weapons he was taking into a battle with particularly bad odds. Which, they kind of were.

“Okay,” Peter said, grabbing the bag of rolls, too. “I’m ready.”

Rhodey opened the door. Tony looked up with a poisonous glare. “Tones, the kid’s here to see you. Be nicer to him than you’ve been to us, okay?” He ushered Peter through the door. Happy was relieved that he left it ajar. He wanted to make sure they could hear. Tony would regret it later if things got out of hand and he yelled at the kid. It was kind of like kicking an overeager puppy, and Tony was usually pretty soft with the boy, but Happy wanted to be able to interfere if needed.

“Pete? What are you doing here?” Tony sounded surprised and a bit nonplussed. “You shouldn’t be out in this weather. Did you swing here?” he asked in mild alarm.

“Hey, Mr. Stark. I really wanted to see you, and see that Ms. Pepper was okay, so Happy finally told me it was okay to come.” Man, the kid ignored the last question and lied like a pro when he was trying to help someone else, apparently.

“Hey, I hadn’t had dinner yet though, and I thought you might be hungry, too, so I grabbed us some soup and these amazing-looking rolls on my way in. Want some?” He sounded completely sincere in his story.

“Since when can Mr. I’m-a-superhero-but-I’m-also-like-ten” lie so smoothly?” whispered Rhodey incredulously. Happy just shrugged and shook his head in amazement. “I dunno. But I’m gonna be keeping my eye on him,” he said with a chuckle.

“Thanks kid, but I’m not hungry,” Tony replied distractedly. Looking through the window, they could see Peter ignore Tony’s refusal, and carefully pour soup into the two bowls, tearing off a couple rolls to go with each one. He arranged them on the little coffee table in front of the couch Tony had set up his work all over.

“Please, Tony? Don’t make me eat alone.” Happy couldn’t see Peter’s face, but the look he was probably giving Tony was one that had never failed yet. It was the main reason Happy had asked him to come here tonight, despite the rough weather outside, and despite Tony’s possible displeasure at Happy involving him.

Tony sighed in annoyance. “Fine, gimme.”

Peter moved sideways so Happy could see the happy grin on the boy’s face as he carefully handed Tony the bowl of soup, and set the rolls at his side. The kid dropped onto the floor on the other side of the table, sitting with his legs crossed to start eating his soup.

“Pete, hold on. Don’t sit on the floor.” Tony sounded more exasperated and resigned than annoyed or angry now, and he moved his tablet and piles of notes into an untidy stack and set them on the table, clearing a spot on the couch next to him, which the boy happily took.

Happy and Rhodey watched in awe (well, observed through sneaky glances here and there) as the kid got Tony to eat two full bowls of soup. Peter refilled both their bowls when they were empty, despite the mild glare his mentor shot at him while chewing on a roll. When Tony wasn’t looking, Rhodey whispered Peter’s name and set two bottles of water inside the cracked door. The sneaky little punk soon found a good excuse for those as well, and managed to get Tony to drink most of a bottle.

When the engineer acted like he was going to get back to work, Peter asked about watching a movie instead. Tony declined, starting to bring up designs on his Starkpad. Then the real sorcery happened.

“So, I’ll bet you were pretty scared when Ms. Pepper had to come in, huh?”

Tony froze, looking up from his notes in palpable discomfort.

Peter kept his gaze elsewhere. “When my Uncle Ben had to have his gallbladder out, it was super scary, and I hated thinking about what might happen during the surgery. I mean, usually everything is fine, but things happen, you know?”

“Yeah, Pete,” Tony said quietly. “It’s scary. I’m glad she’s going to be okay.”

Tony abruptly started putting his papers away, then set them all down on the floor. “What do you want to watch, kid?” Tony asked gruffly, laying his head back in defeat. Apparently, the only thing Tony Stark hated worse than not working himself to distraction when he was stressed, was being forced to confront and talk about his feelings.

Peter grabbed at the olive branch quickly, clicking the tv on and rapidly scrolling through the options. “Hey, can we watch ‘The Martian?’ We never finished it, and it’s right in the middle, it looks like.”

“Are you serious? We stopped because it was so slow, kid. It barely kept your attention before.”

“Well, I want to finish it now. Is that okay, or do you want to pick?”

“Fine,” Tony grumbled.

Thirty minutes later Rhodey and Happy snuck quietly into the hospital suite, looking in amazement at Tony, who was fast asleep. He had his arm behind his intern, his head resting partially on his own shoulder and partially against Peter’s head. The boy greeted them with a soft smile.

“Hey. I did it. Now what?”

“Uh…” Happy hadn’t though the plan past this point because he didn’t think it would get to this point. “Um, any chance we can get him into that bed? He nodded towards the twin-sized rollaway.

Peter quirked an eyebrow, looking between the sleeping hero at his side and at the bed. “Can you bring it over here by the couch? Maybe move this table? I think I could slide him onto it without waking him if we don’t have to move him very far.”

Rhodey and Happy hurried to comply, pulling the top sheet and blanket completely down and out of the way. The overpowered teenager did manage to tilt and slide his mentor until he could roll him gently onto the bed, and they all held their breath to see if the slightly jostling would wake him. It didn’t.

Peter stood up and stretched, ducking into the en suite bathroom briefly before returning.

“I think we should move the bed over in this corner, as far away from Pepper’s as we can. People will probably come in a few times tonight, and we don’t want to risk waking Tony unless Pepper is awake,” Rhodey was explaining to Happy.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” The two men began to slowly move the bed further into the second part of the L-shaped hospital room, but at the last minute, Rhodey tripped over a cord, causing him to push the bed into the wall with a loud, abrupt thunk .

Immediately Tony stirred, groaning a little, and moving his hand around on the other side of the bed, obviously unsure where he was. Happy was certain his face reflected the horror on Rhodey and Peter’s.

Peter, moving just a little too fast to be normal, toed off his tennis shoes and slipped up on the bed next to Tony, rolling in close to him. “Shhh. I’m right here,” he murmured. “Go back to sleep.”

And, surprisingly, Tony did. But not before turning to wrap his arm around Peter’s warm form and burying his nose in the top of the kid’s hair. Rhodey backed up rapidly, a hand over his mouth to avoid exclaiming, and Happy was biting back laughter hard at the wide-eyed look on the teen’s face. He was so surprised, and so unsure what had just happened. It didn’t look like there was any chance of Tony giving him up and staying asleep though.

Peter glared mildly at Happy. “Pretty sure you owe me for this,” he muttered in a whisper. “And you’d better text my aunt.”

Happy nodded enthusiastically. Anything the kid wanted. Seriously. Peter sighed and shifted carefully so he was laying a little less flat, and Rhodey shoved a pillow behind his back for support in response to the pointed look the kid gave him and then the pillow. Then Peter tucked his head a little more securely under Tony’s, sighed softly in what might have been contentment, and closed his eyes.

“FRIDAY, play some white noise please,” Peter said quietly. Surprisingly, Tony’s phone responded from the couch, doing just that. That was smart thinking. Maybe it would help keep Tony from being disturbed by any hospital personnel that needed to come in.

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Early the next morning, Pepper was back asleep when Happy woke up on the couch, where he’d been taking his turn for some shut-eye. Pepper had woken briefly in the night when they came in to take her vitals and check her meds, but after a look across the room at her sleeping husband and his life-size teddy bear, and a quickly whispered explanation, she had forbidden them from waking him. Rhodey was reading in the recliner in Pepper’s part of the room. And Tony was… oh. Tony was awake, too, and looked completely bewildered. The curly-headed teen was snuggled into his side, but still passed out.

“What in the world happened here?” Tony whispered incredulously, half raised on an elbow. Peter stirred, and with a quick glance at the still-dark sky outside, and at Pepper sleeping peacefully, he laid back down, shushing the teen quietly. Peter stopped moving.

Tony turned his head to stare skeptically at his forehead of security, and Happy was pretty sure he was going to hear about his part in this ambush. But his boss had eaten and slept all night, so he really didn’t care. What was he going to do? Fire him?

Happy felt a particular kind of satisfaction about ten minutes later when he noticed that Tony had fallen back asleep with his arm slung over the sleeping teenager. It was shaping up to be a very good day.

#comfortember 2022 #strands in the rope #marvel mcu #3 - warm food #6 - exhaustion #17 - falling asleep on someone #completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #irondad tumblr prompts #fanfiction #mcu spiderman #tony stark & peter parker #tony stark is a good mentor

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