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i see myself (in you) by parkrstark on Ao3 ~ 4/4 ~ 28,774 words ~ Teen And Up Audiences ~ No Archive Warnings Apply ~ Irondad

“Hey, c’mon, before long we’ll be back to normal and we’ll look back at this and laugh.”

Peter just looked up at him with a slight glare as he scratched at his chin again. The itch of the facial hair was driving him crazy and Tony found it highly amusing. “You’re in the body of a 15-year-old boy. Why are you smiling?”

“You’re in the body of Tony Stark. Why aren’t you smiling?” Tony asked with a smirk.

Or, the one where Tony and Peter swap bodies.

- lol nothing too deep but a very cute story that i enjoyed thoroughly - Ella <3

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I had this random idea for a story (I should just give away all of my idea for stories I know I’ll never write 😂) while I was watching Spider-Man: Homecoming last night. And the night before lol.

So even more than he already was, Peter becomes obsessed with being Spider-Man and The Stark Internship. Too obsessed. It takes over on him almost like he has a symbiote but different. More of a darker tone to it. He doesn’t care about his friends or relationships anymore, all he wants to do is impress Mr. Stark and be the best hero but it all goes to his head. Stark realizes Peter might be too far gone and it’s his fault and he’s the only one that can bring him back. The idea of Peter killing Adrian Toomes/Vulture was played with, and that Peter becomes overwhelmed with emotion that the reason he can’t fail as Spider-Man is because he believe he’ll fail his Uncle Ben and others like him that have Uncle Ben’s out there in their life.

Yeah whoa it was a lot that I created within like 30 minutes of the movie but I thought it was a deeper and darker story that was interesting. And the idea of Symbiote Spider-Man crossed my mind because Tom Holland would absolutely ace that side of Peter Parker if shown, but I liked the idea of personal demons taking over him instead. So it’s a story that I’ll probably never write (never say never blah blah), here it is anyway! Just in case anyone would’ve been interested

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So @starkerxstarker and I were talking and this is what happened lol

Warnings: non-con mention, self harm mention, suicide mention, toxic relationship. Angst no happy ending.

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Peter throws his clothes into a suitcase, tears tracking down his face. He can’t do it. He thought he could, but he can’t.

He woke up sore, dirty. Tony hadn’t been gentle. He was drunk off his ass and he didn’t prep Peter like he was supposed to and he ‘forgot’ the lube and—

Peter had woken up alone. A text from Tony waiting for him: sorry I was so rough last night baby boy. After my meetings today I’ll spoil you. Promise.

He can’t. He can’t do it. He can’t stay, he can’t even look at Tony, he can’t-

“What the hell is going on?” Tony’s voice comes, incredulous and slightly angry sounding.

Peter sobs, slamming the lid of the case down. “I’m leaving. We’re done. I’m done. I can’t-“

Why?! Because I was a bit rough last night?! I’m sorry baby, I won’t drink that much ever again-“

Peter turns, eyes filled with tears. “You raped me! That wasn’t rough sex you fucking piece of shit I said no and stop you told me to shut up!”

Tony winces, but he walks closer to Peter, arms outstretched to hug him. “Baby, please! I said I was sorry-“

Peter slaps his hands away. “Get away from me! I can’t do this, I can’t feel safe with you!”

Tony pulls back, looking like Peter had slapped him across the face. “You-“

Peter sobs and zips his suitcase shut. “No, Tony. We can’t work past this. We can’t-“

“Stay! Stay, we can work past this! I’ll stop drinking Peter, you always wanted that anyway, right?” He sobs, grabbing onto Peter’s arms desperately. “I’ll get sober, I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to yourself, I-I’ll- I-“

Peter pushes his arms away, taking a step back. “No, Tony. You raped me. I can’t- I can’t stay with you. I can’t trust you, I can’t look at you, I can’t sleep in the same bed as you!”

Tony looks angry all the sudden, and Peter wonders if he’s been angry the whole time and only pretending. “If you leave me, Peter, I swear to god I’ll kill my self. You’re all I have left. You’re all I have left, Peter! Because I fucking meant it when I said you’re all I need, all I want! I meant it when I said you’re my everything, I meant it when I said for better or for worse, I meant it when I said I love you! Why didn’t you mean it, huh? Am I really just a fucking piece of trash for you to throw away the second I mess up?!”

Peter stares, horror on his face. He hugs Tony tightly, guilt coursing through him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry Tony, god, I’m so sorry. Please don’t kill yourself. Please.”

Tony is shaking and he holds Peter, sobbing into his hair. “Stay. I don’t have a reason to live if I don’t have you.”

Peter closes his eyes, fighting the urge to puke. The last time Tony’s arms were around him like this—

“Stay,” Tony whispers.

Peter does.

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Hey ya’ll! How in your opinion is the best way to start off the marvel/dc comics? I know there’s a lot and a lot of.. Universes but I would really like to see

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My hs!au where Tony is many teen stereotypes and Peter really just loves him.

This would include

  • Peter shyly walking around Tony before they start dating, or even talking.
  • The first conversation they ever had went like this: Peter tripped over Tony’s backpack in their Ap Biology class, during a lab…while he was carefully holding a scalpel for the dissection of the rabbit that he wanted nothing to do with. He cut his hand and Tony, with his normally aloof attitude, jumped to help him, insisting that he takes the boy to the nurse. If the make out in the janitors closet after the injured boy got fixed up, well…that’s not for anyone else to know.
  • Howard loves Peter, knowing that he’s a good influence on his boy. Maria and Peter bake when Tony is too busy with fixing a new robot. Like when he was upgrading butterfingers and Maria decided that cookies were in order.
  • May thought Tony was adorable, after the bumpy first meeting of visible hickies and swollen lips. She often sent Peter with snacks for the boy to eat while at stuffy meetings with his father.
  • The entire school knows about them, but few actually know them as a couple. Their friends know them as the couple who poke at each other and giggle. The rest of the class sees Peter as a boy who was corrupted.
  • Tony asked Peter to his prom. Seniors only, with the exception of dates of lower classes. He made a mini r2d2 and had the little robot beep Morse code of “Please be my date to prom. Rhodey wants to force a dress on me.” Peter laughed his ass off when flowers were randomly ejected, falling flat on the floor.
  • He obviously said yes.
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A little IronDad and Spider-Son drabble for @heartofcathedrals ! (Won’t let me tag you for some reason, sweets.)

I actually don’t think I’ve ever written asthma before, so forgive me if I fuck something up. 

Peter’s alternating from swinging across buildings to running on rooftops, arms and legs pumping hard and fast the second his feet hit the rough gravel. He’s working overtime to catch back up to the others, having drawn a few mutated aliens from a sporadic Earth attack away from the scene so the others could target the ship’s source that’s spitting out aliens left and right. 

He held his own fighting off five aliens that were annoyingly persistent, killing each with practiced ease, yet once the last one hit the ground, his chest started to grow tight, feeling a little restricted, but he pegged it on the adrenaline from playing a large role in only his third official outing with the Avengers because the spider bite’s wiped away his past ailments, he’s sure of it. 

Still, his chest is growing tighter with each slamming footfall and swinging web, and he’s struggling to suck in a deep, swelling breath, only managing short, weak intakes that just barely fill his lungs. He doesn’t hear the faint whistle with each breath, too lost in his thoughts, to wrapped around the pressure in his chest, but he does hear Karen’s voice chirping softly in his ear. 

“Peter, do you have asthma?”

The question catches him off guard, and he loses his footing, tumbling onto another rooftop, landing on his hands and knees with a groan. “What? No.” He’s back on his feet in seconds, charging forward, regaining his pace despite his lungs beginning to tremble and burn against his ribs. 

“You’re experiencing respiratory distress, and I’ve ruled out general illness and panic after scanning your vitals and running a brief neurological scan.”

“You can do that?” Peter shouts, stopping just at the ledge of the roof to cough dryly into his first. His balance teeters, but he forces his limbs back a few steps, blinking around slightly hazy vision. “That seems intrusive.” 

“It’s necessary,” Karen answers, voice just as composed as ever. “Mr. Stark had me run a complete background check on you when you first piqued his interest, and I have an entire file on medical concerns, including asthma.”

“That was before,” Peter grumbles, motioning weakly with one hand, “the whole spider bite turned into super hero thing.” He leaps off the ledge, shooting sharp strings of web and swinging around buildings until he’s dropping to the ground just a few feet from the ship. “I haven’t had an attack since then.” A sharp cough punctuates each word, and he kind of really wants to rip his mask off because he’s sure it’s what’s keeping him from taking in air. 

He thumbs at the bottom of his mask, swallowing back the urge to slip it away from his face. He glances around, hearing shouting and fighting, and starts running toward it as Karen chimes in his ear again. 

“Peter–”

He slams into Tony’s back, vision swimming, and Tony whips around, firing off a beam toward an oncoming alien in the process. 

“Easy, Spider-Man,” Tony mutters, and he makes to twist around, to run back to the battle, but then Peter’s coughing behind him, and his muscles tense against his suit. “Hey, kid, are you okay?” He clamps one hand to Peter’s shoulder, and Peter swats it away, stepping back and hunching over to cough out dry coughs that do nothing to ease the pressure in his chest. 

“Karen, what the hell is going on?” 

“Nothing,” Peter wheezes out, voice panicked, but Karen’s already relaying all of his vitals to Tony, and she concludes with his current respiratory distress caused by a sudden asthma attack. 

“Asthma,” Tony hisses when Peter finally rights himself, and he shakes his head quickly. 

“No, Mr.– Iron Man, I’m fine, I swear!” His voice is shaking, weak with a need to grow around breaths, and he tries to push past it, he really does, but his knees are beginning to wobble, and his entire chest is really hot and tight. 

“I’m pulling you out,” Tony snaps, swapping back to the joint comms. “Gotta run with the kid. Think you all can handle the rest?” 

“Yeah, sure, this will be much easier two men down.” 

Sam’s annoyance is evident through his tone, and Peter winces, shoulders sagging as he tries really hard to suck in a deep breath. 

“Everything okay?”

Peter makes to answer, to tell Steve he’s totally fine and that Tony’s being over dramatic, but then he’s coughing again, and his lungs are shaking hard. Everyone’s shouting loudly in his ears, asking if he’s okay, what’s going on, and Tony shuts them up with a low growl. 

“He’s having an asthma attack apparently, and I need to pull him out.”

Peter’s hand flies to his ear at the loud, rapid talking in the Comms, but then Tony asks Karen to break the link, and he’s left only hearing his heart hammering in his ears. 

He doesn’t hear Tony talking with Happy because the wheezing is suddenly too loud, and his legs are shaking. He fades out, only coming back when Tony wraps a cold, steel arm around his shoulder. “Happy’s pulling up the car a block away. Think you can make it?” 

Peter’s body is screaming no, his lungs are quaking for help, but he nods weakly, leaning into Tony’s cold suit, and they start toward the car. He makes to rip off his mask once they spot the car, but then a crowd of filming bystanders start toward them, and Tony tenses at his side, urging Peter to the car. 

“Go, I’ve got this.” 

Peter stumbles the rest of the way, hand shaking as he pulls the door open and collapses into the back seat, tugging the door closed and ripping his mask off hard enough to fling it at the window. His breaths are weak, raspy, and he clutches at his neck, only faintly aware of Happy whipping around to him with a sharp frown. 

“Boss had me store the car with medical supplies,” Happy says, digging through the glove box for the bag labeled ‘Parker,’ and he grabs the inhaler from it, handing it to Peter who clutches it like a lifeline. 

Peter’s hands are shaking too hard, his vision is going in and out of focus, but then Tony’s slipping into the car beside him, suit gone, and he’s taking the inhaler from Peter’s hands and pressing it to his lips, and Peter slowly sucks in the medicated air when Tony quickly pushes down on the inhaler, and he holds it in, feeling the swell of relief hit his lungs, before exhaling shakily as the pressure breaks away in his chest. 

“Take us back to the tower,” Tony tells Happy, yet he keeps his eyes on the color returning to Peter’s cheeks. “Make sure med-bay is ready for him.” 

“I don’t need–”

“–If I say you need to take a trip to med-bay, then you need to take a trip to med-bay, got it?” 

Peter nods, sinking back against the seat as Happy drives them away from the scene. He stares out the window, quietly taking in deep breaths, but then he drags his gaze to see Tony gripping the inhaler hard enough to have his knuckles fade to an off-white. 

He’s got his gaze trained forward, but Peter doesn’t miss the tense line of his jaw, an indication that he’s clenching his teeth, so he clears his throat, turning briefly to cough weakly into his fist. 

“I haven’t had an attack since before the bite, Mr. Stark.”

“I know.” 

Tony sounds mad, and Peter chases that muted anger with a frown. “I really thought I was over it–”

“I know you did, kid,” Tony sighs, fingers finally easing up on the inhaler. “But super hero or not, you’re still human, and you still have to pay attention to stuff like this,” he says, placing one hand to Peter’s chest, feeling the strong, rhythmic beats of Peter’s heart against his palm. “You can’t be a super hero if this stops beating.” 

“I know,” Peter mutters under his breath, eyes falling to his own hands, but then Tony’s hand moves to his shoulder, prompting him to bring his eyes back up. 

“We’ll get you looked over at med-bay. It won’t take long, and then I’ll take you back home so you can rest.” 

“Are you going to tell May?” 

“No,” Tony says, turning back to the front. “But I”m going to wait there while you tell her.” His lips curl into a hint of a smile when Peter groans, tilting his head back against the seat. 

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