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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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For the pure fluff prompt: How about one where Tony brings a sleeping Peter over to a meeting for whatever reason? Maybe because he's sick? (I've read multiple of fics but none of them have been because Peter's sick. And since you are the queen of sickfics, I'm offering you this prompt)

Anyways, hope you have a great day!

I finally made it through my last mini-fic prompt. I'm not sure it's exactly what @bluequeen0803 had in mind, but I think it turned out pretty cute! And! It's longer than the others I posted today, clocking in at 944 words!

Koala Care

“Alright, Kiddo. Time to go inside,” Tony said. When Peter didn’t move he rolled his eyes and released the seat belt himself. “Come on, Bud. I know you don’t feel good, but you can’t just stay in the car.”

Apparently, Peter had arrived at school with a minor case of the sniffles that had exploded into the full-blown flu by second period. He was stuffed up, sneezing, and had a fever high enough to alarm the school nurse. As expected, they’d tried to call May. But when they were unable to reach her, they’d pulled up his secondary contact information instead. That’s how Tony ended up ducking out between meetings to pick a sick kid up from school.

“I’m serious, Peter. I’ve got a meeting to get to, and I refuse to leave you in the garage,” he nagged. When the sole response he received was a pathetic whine, he huffed an annoyed breath. He’d already missed the second half of the R&D meeting he’d been putting off for weeks. Pepper hadn’t mentioned anything about it when he’d left the room. Although he was sure, her generosity had been more for Peter’s sake than his own. Either way, he wasn’t likely to get away with skipping out on mandatory board meetings as well.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he sarcastically inquired. Peter perked up slightly and mumbled something at a nearly inaudible level. “Was that a ‘No, Mr. Stark. I’m perfectly capable of dragging myself to the penthouse?’” he asked. He was surprised when Peter blinked up at him, his cheeks bright red with fever, and shook his head. “Wait, you do want me to carry you?” he asked, sure he’d misunderstood the response.

Peter hummed in the positive and sat up a little taller in his seat. “I’m tired,” he croaked, “and everything hurts.”

Tony considered cracking a joke about how the kid was entirely too big to be carried to bed. Then he got a good look at Peter’s glassy eyes and sighed sympathetically. “Alright, Kid. Just this once,” he said before hopping out the car and walking around to open the passenger side door.

After coaxing Peter out of the car, Tony crouched down to offer access to his back. The kid wrapped his lanky legs around his waist and his arms around his neck before propping his chin on his shoulder. He could feel heat from Peter's body radiating through the layers of his three-piece suit. “It’s like I’m giving a piggyback ride to a furnace,” he mumbled under his breath as he crossed the garage into the elevator.

The plan had been to unceremoniously drop Peter onto his bed, grab him some meds and then rush downstairs to attend his meeting. However, once he arrived in the penthouse, Peter refused to let go. “Peter, you have to get down,” he prompted. “If I don’t get to this meeting Pepper’s going to have my head. You don’t want to be responsible for my beheading do you?”

Peter giggled quietly but didn’t let go. If anything he held on more tightly.

“Okay, I guess you’re coming with me then,” Tony said, half expecting the kid to slide off of his back and slink into his bedroom. When that didn’t happen, he grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and pocketed a couple of tablets. Once he reached the elevator, he paused and craned his neck to try and get a look at the kid’s face. “Alright, Clancy. This is your last chance to disembark.”

“I don’t feel good and you’re super comfy,” Peter mumbled, half asleep, into his neck. Tony scoffed at the accusation and swayed his head.

Resigning himself to his fate, Tony sighed and entered the boardroom with a confident stride. All eyes were on him, more so than usual, as he strode across the room with his sleeping teenager attached to his back like an overgrown koala. “What?” he asked, then pulled a chair out and whipped it around so he could sit down without squashing Peter. “It’s ‘bring your kid to work’ day. Did you not get the memo? You all should really check your email more often.”

“Tony,” Pepper smilingly chastised. “There is no such day on the calendar. What are you doing?”

Tony shrugged and reached awkwardly over his shoulder to brush Peter’s sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “The kid’s sick,” he flippantly explained. Then grinned widely. “Actually, don’t people usually get time off when they have a sick kid?”

“He’s fifteen, Tony. And he’s not your kid,” Pepper laughed and Tony gasped theatrically.

“You can’t talk like that in front of my son!”

The entire boardroom went quiet, save for Pepper’s giggling and Peter’s quiet snoring. “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Pepper said. “Take Peter upstairs and tuck him in. I’ll reschedule this meeting for when he’s feeling better.”

Tony opened his mouth to offer a snarky remark, but before he could Peter lifted his head, eyes still closed and said, “Thanks, Ms. Pott.”

Pepper smiled softly, crossed the room and placed her hand on Peter’s forehead. “You’re welcome, Kid,” she said, then smirked in Tony’s direction. “You did a great job getting your dad out of his meeting.”

“Yep,” Peter replied, followed by a sleepy sigh. “And now he has to take me upstairs and tuck me in.”

Still grinning, Tony turned towards the exit. He knew Pepper had a lot of explaining to do on his behalf and he was sure he’d hear about it later. But for the time being, he was more than happy to carry his clingy feverish kid up to his bed.

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lemonlillybee · 1 year

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Pass the Sleep

Title: Pass the Sleep

Fandom: Irondad

Word Count: 677

A/N: brought to you by the fact that I need to use the sleep, and also prompt #78 from @irondadmadlads, and also @comfortember prompts: exhaustion & pass out

Tony’s Saturday morning routine is always the same. He wakes up, showers and gets dressed, and then heads to the kitchen to grab two bowls, two spoons, and whatever boxes of cereal Peter has requested for the week. Usually, Peter beats him to the kitchen, but today he’s nowhere to be seen and Tony takes the opportunity to drink an extra cup of coffee and mindlessly scroll through the news on his phone.

An hour later, he’s about to pour himself a bowl of cereal when he hears someone shuffling into the kitchen behind him.

“Good morning!” He says, turning to see Peter.

“Morning,” Peter replies, yawning immediately afterward. He looks tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up in all directions. He’s wearing a hoodie that’s too big for him, one that Tony recognizes as his own, and it makes him look small as he climbs onto a bar stool at the counter next to Tony.

“How did you sleep?” Tony asks, though he has a feeling he already knows the answer. He slides the cereal box and the carton of milk across to Peter.

“Mmhm,” Peter says absently, pouring cereal into his bowl. He slides it back, then reaches for the milk, unscrewing the lid and carefully tipping it into his bowl. Once his bowl is nice and full, he puts the cap back on the milk and clears his throat. “Do you need to use the sleep?”

Tony snorts out a laugh, then looks over at Peter, who’s holding the milk carton out to him, eyes still on his cereal. Tony waits and watches him for a full thirty seconds before Peter looks over.

“Oh.” Peter scrunches up his face. “I mean, the, uh…” He blinks a few times, looking back and forth between Tony and the milk. Tony’s just about to take pity on him when he pushes the milk aside and scrubs a hand over his face. “Maybe I need to use the sleep.”

“Yeah. Sounds like it, bud. Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Peter shakes his head and drops his head into his hands. “Not really.”

“Well, it’s the weekend. How about you finish your breakfast and then go back to bed?” When he doesn’t get a response, Tony turns on his stool to fully face Peter. He reaches out and puts a hand on the teen’s back, rubbing back and forth a little. “Or,” he says. “We could hang out on the couch for a bit? Watch a movie and rest?”

Peter nods quickly at that, not meeting Tony’s eyes. He starts to spoon cereal into his mouth, and Tony keeps a hand on Peter’s back, sipping from his coffee mug and watching Peter eat. When he starts in on his second bowl, Tony finally pours himself some cereal, biting back the urge to jokingly ask Peter to ‘pass the sleep’, knowing that if Peter is this quiet, something is up beyond him just being tired. After Tony finishes his bowl, and Peter finishes his third, he stands and sets his dishes in the sink before going into the living room to set up the couch. By the time Peter is done with five bowls of cereal– his usual amount, Tony is happy to note– the couch is more of a blanket nest than it is furniture, and Peter takes one look at it and smiles for the first time that morning.

“You pick the movie,” Tony tells him, waiting for Peter to get settled among the blankets before tossing him the remote. Peter sprawls out and bites his lip while he scrolls through the viewing options, his eyelids heavy.

Tony notices Peter bunching up a blanket under his head and hops up to go grab him a pillow. When he returns, Peter is completely passed out, face buried into the blanket under his head and one leg dangling off the couch in an uncomfortable-looking position. Tony shakes his head, smiling fondly, and joins Peter on the couch to sit with him until he wakes up.

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littlemissagrafina · 1 year

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sleep well, bambino

@comfortember Day 6. Exhaustion + 17. Falling asleep on someone

Summary: It wasn't long before Peter's tiredness started to catch up with him again, but he fought against it. Blinking it away each time that he started to doze.

He jerked up when a hand rested on his shoulder, his opening wide. "What?"

Tony chuckled. "Pete, you're falling asleep, why don't you head to bed? You can nap for a while until May and Pepper get here and we can have dinner." The genius asked him.

Peter shook his head stubbornly. He didn't want to sleep, he wanted to stay with Tony. "Nope. I'm fine. I don't need to sleep, I promise." He resolutely stared at the TV, sitting ramrod straight and ignoring Tony as he frowned slightly in his direction

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Almost stumbling down the steps in front of Midtown High, Peter couldn't help but sigh as he breathed in the fresh (but still very gross) city air.

"I am so freaking glad that's over." He groaned, dragging his feet as he, Ned, and MJ walked towards the school gate.

"Ditto. I could sleep for a whole month." Ned raised his hand, MJ copying the move.

A honk split the air, and Peter turned his head, immediately catching sight of the SUV that Happy drove.

The noise of another group of students walking down the steps rose, another bunch following behind them causing a further wave of voices and noise to echo across the grounds.

Peter suppressed a wince, his already sensitive head starting to pound, but he still grinned at his friends.

"I'll see you guys this weekend?"

They confirmed their plans, which included binging a mix of their favourite series and movies and eating their body weight in junk food.

With a final wave to them, Peter turned to leave. Not before poking Ned to get him to do their handshake, though. And MJ could feign annoyance all she wanted, she still knew the handshake, too, even though she refused to do it with them in public.

Happy honked again and Peter darted towards the car, diving into the backseat as soon as he had the door open. "Hey, Happy! I'm here, I'm here. Sorry."

Happy grunted, but Peter saw the slight smile the man tried to hide.

"It's fine, Kid. Here." He grabbed a takeout bag from the front seat and passed it back towards Peter. "Your order from Burger King. I remember the last time you passed out after a test because you didn't eat enough. Besides, Tony will kill me if I let you pass out on my watch so you better eat all of it. I'm not dealing with the medical and incident paperwork if you faint."

Peter smiled to himself, digging into his takeout with gusto, enjoying it even knowing that Happy cared enough to get it for him, even if the man didn't know how to express it well with words.

Finishing off the last of his fries, Peter hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd eaten his full. It wasn't long until his exhaustion really started to kick in, the steady flow of Happy’s driving paired with his full stomach had Peter dozing off without even realising it.

He blinked awake when the car pulled to a stop, jaw cracking with a yawn as he got out the car and hugged Happy, thanking him for the food and picking him up even as the forehead of security grumbled about it.

The trip up to the penthouse was slightly blurry as he tried to fight away his tiredness. He won the fight for a bit, his excitement over finally seeing Mr Stark after being so busy with his finals giving him a small boost of energy, although he was still tired.

Said man was standing just outside of the elevator, waiting for Peter with a proud grin.

"Kid! You survived! No more books to set on fire, subjects to declare a burning wrath on, or desks that are the bane of your existence?"

Peter pouted, leaning forward to hug Tony when his mentor held his arms out to him.

"One, I set it on fire because there was a spider in between the pages and I panicked. Two, literature will always inspire my wrath, the last thing I want is to study the meaning behind another of Shakespeare's lines. And three, school desks suck. No one will change my mind."

Tony only laughed, patting Peter's back as he ranted into Tony's shoulder.

Honestly, Peter didn't want to step out of the hug. He felt like it had been months since he'd seen Mr Stark and he wanted to make up as much of their missed lab time and movie nights as possible. Which he said as much to Tony.

"I know, I missed you too, Roo. But no lab time until you've caught up with your sleep a bit. Which is exactly why I set up the living room with some snack and queued Rogue One for us to watch."

Reluctantly pulling away, Peter thanked Tony and let himself be lead to the living room and wrapped in a light blanket, a bag of cheesy doritos in his lap while Tony sat next to him, occasionally stealing some chops from the packet.

It wasn't long before Peter's tiredness started to catch up with him again, but he fought against it. Blinking it away each time that he started to doze.

He jerked up when a hand rested on his shoulder, his opening wide. "What?"

Tony chuckled. "Pete, you're falling asleep, why don't you head to bed? You can nap for a while until May and Pepper get here and we can have dinner." The genius asked him.

They repeated this another two times before Tony gave up, and, subsequently, Peter got even more tired. Eventually, without noticing, he'd started tipping to the side until he was leant practically right across Tony's side,his head nestled on his shoulder.

The longer he stayed like that, the more comfortable he got and it was only made worse (or was it better?) when Tony started carding his fingers through his hair.

Almost instantly, Peter drooped, and Tony gently guided him down to rest his head across his lap. Other than continuing to mess with Peter's curls, Tony carried on watching and before Peter knew it, he started drifting again. Deeper and deeper, he settled, his eyelids dipping closed every now and then before he pried them open.

Just before he slipped fully into sleep, he pressed his head up against Tony's gentle hand. "Thanks, Dad." He mumbled without thinking, letting his tiredness win as he finally fell asleep.

He missed Tony's almost tearful smile, and the soft kiss that he leant forward to press to his brow.

"Sleep well, Bambino."

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