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lately i’ve been really into community and dungeons and daddies so if you see that stuff on my blog or on my ao3 don’t question it. move along.

#jeff winger is my emotional support transcoded character #so is glenn close #are all of my comfort characters transcoded? that’s suspicious #that’s a problem for future me

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the one where tony meets the kid from stark expo

short ~1k fluff fic. if you liked it, please reblog! i’m still fairly new and need all the help i can get. if you read it ily

thanks to @pettigrwe and @artsy-topp for being sweet, kind betas ovo

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happy

idea from @ironmanstan ’s post i just… made a small change

“So.” Tony takes a bite of his apple, pointing it almost accusingly at Strange. “There are really infinite universes?”

“Yeah,” Strange says.

“There’s one where this apple is blue?”

“I’m sure.”

Tony laughs. It’s bitter, almost, short and not meant to be directed at anything funny. “That means there must be one where I’m happy.”

Strange was about to play along, say something like, “Seems unlikely” but Peter runs in, eyes and smile increasingly bright. “Mr. Stark! Okay, okay! I have a very serious question.”

Based on the laugh Peter was holding back, Strange guessed it was not, actually, important. “Would you ever make an Iron Man suit that just… irons?”

“An ironing man? Maybe.” He makes an act of thinking, a finger on his chin. “But if it’s anything like DUM-E, it just sounds like a fire hazard,” Tony says with a smirk.

Peter sighs, ever dramatic. “Very well.” As he exits, they hear a deflated, “Back to the drawing board, Clint.”

Tony smiles, actually smiles, into his coffee and Strange abandons his deprecating joke.

“Yes, Tony, there is a universe where you’re happy,” Strange says, bringing back the interrupted conversation. The smile Peter brought on is still stubbornly stuck on Tony’s face when he looks up at him. “You’re already in it.”

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you still have me

warning for endgame spoilers // read on ao3

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For once in his enhanced life, Peter thought everything was too quiet. There were no hushed whispers, no wind to rustle the trees, no songs for birds to sing. It seemed that the world had settled into silent grief for Tony Stark.

Peter stared blankly in front of him, wishing he could cry, wishing he could do anything but think about what had happened. May wrapped her arm around Peter’s shoulders.

“I’m going to go start the car, okay?” she murmured. May brushed back a stray curl and pressed a kiss against Peter’s temple. “You take as long as you need. I’ll be right outside.”

He nodded slightly. That was all he could do. May’s heels tapped against the hardwood floor and then the room was silent again, the gentle hum of May’s running car a lifeline.

Peter closed his eyes, not bearing to see the evidence of Tony that lived in that house. He wished that he had a chance to properly reunite with him, not a desperate hug before they had to save the world. Strange had given him bare details on what was happening before opening the portal that served Peter nothing but confusion. All he could hope was that Tony would be there, that Tony would be okay. That everything would be okay.

Everything was far from okay.

Pepper came down the stairs then, having made sure Morgan was asleep for a nap. Peter opened his eyes, his chest aching as he watched Pepper wipe her eyes of tears. Then she noticed the remaining guest on the couch. “Hi, Peter,” she said gently, “I-I thought everyone left.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Potts.” His voice was too hoarse for his tastes, too thick with sadness. “I’ll go.”

Peter stood off the couch and Pepper placed a hand on his arm to ease him back onto the plush fabric. “Stay. I, um, I have something I need to show you.” She fiddled with something in her shaking hands.

“Tony made that hologram for everyone to watch when he was trying to get all the people who had dusted back.” Peter watched a tear-stained Pepper curiously. “He made some individual ones too. He-He made one for me, for Morgan, but, um, there’s one for you too.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“He cared about you, Peter. He kept a picture of you two up on the shelf. You’re the reason he even wanted to try this time travel theory.” Pepper grabbed the framed picture and brought it to Peter. He held it as if it would break in his hands and traced the figures in the picture absentmindedly, their smiling faces and the Stark Industries internship certificate. He remembered that day so clearly but had never noticed the certificate he was holding was upside down. Peter smiled, blinking past fresh tears.

“Mommy?” Morgan was at the bottom of the stairs. Peter couldn’t help but notice just how much she looked like Tony.

“Let me get her back to sleep.” Pepper handed Peter what almost looked like a remote. “Just press this button, okay? Whenever you’re ready.”

Peter wasn’t ready, wasn’t sure how to even be ready for something like this. His hearing picked up on what Morgan was saying back in her room.

“Was that my brother?” she asked, her voice so painstakingly young.

Peter looked down at the picture again, their silly bunny ears a simpler time. He pressed the button then with a shaky breath and, like before, Tony appeared in front of him.

“Hey, Pete.” Peter lost all that he was holding in. The surprise at seeing Tony there in front of him, even if it was just a hologram, brought a fresh wave of guilt and grief. “I gotta say, I don’t really know what all to tell you. That’s a first.

"I knew that if I was going to make Morgan one of these, I had to make you one too, even if there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to see it. Well, ideally, you’re not seeing it because I’d be there to tell you these things. Things don’t always work out though, do they?” Hologram Tony shook his head and sighed. He seemed to look up at Peter directly. “Seeing you on the side of the ship, trying to save the wizard… God, kid, I had never felt that kind of fear. The thought of losing you was a nightmare I did not want to see play out.

"And then it did. On Titan.” Tony was silent for a moment, wiping his eyes and looking away. He gave a wet laugh. “I taught Nebula the game you showed me.” He flicked his fingers like he would as if he were playing. “She’s about as bad at it as I am.”

Peter’s heart warmed as he cried. They’d play that game, late in the lab when they needed a break. He didn’t realize how much those moments mattered to Tony.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Peter whispered, even if he knew Tony couldn’t hear him.

“If you were here, I’d introduce you to your sister.” Tears painted both of their faces. “You may not my biological kid, Peter, but you’re a son to me all the same. I wish I could’ve saved you on Titan. Five years is… it’s too long.

"But if you are watching this, don’t feel bad. I’m still on your side, you still have me.” Tony finally looked at Peter again. “The lab is all yours. I can’t have you trying to fix your suit with dumpster scraps.”

Peter wasn’t sure how he could step foot in the lab after this. How he could see DUM-E without breaking down, see the paper haphazardly strewn on tables and face the memories the lab held. He wasn’t sure how he could see the lab without Tony.

“Well, part of the journey is the end, right? Stay in school, don’t do drugs, and when you go to college—because you’re going to college or I’m going to haunt you, big time—I think you’ll find the money I squared away enough for anywhere you want. I hear Massachusetts has a great college; maybe you’ve heard of it?”

Peter smiled, salty tears on his lips. “So, so great.”

“I love you, kid. So much. Nothing will ever change that. Dead or alive, I’ll never regret you swinging into my life.”

The hologram flickered out and Peter sobbed. Pepper, who had been watching from the bottom of the stairs after she got Morgan to sleep, sat next to Peter on the couch. “Come here,” she said softly, hugging Peter tight. She let him cry into her shoulder as she ran her hands through Peter’s curls.

Neither moved for a few minutes. Peter eventually broke from the hug, sniffling. “I-I should get going. May is, um, waiting outside so I should… Here.” Peter held out the framed picture for Pepper to take back but she pushed it back into Peter’s hands.

“Take it.”

Peter nodded after a moment. He made his way to the door but stopped just short of it. He turned around. “If you, uh, ever need anything or if-if you need someone to watch Morgan, you have my number.”

“You’re welcome over any time, Peter. Day or night.”

He glanced at Pepper over his shoulder and showed a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. For everything.”

He slid into the passenger side door of May’s dented car and she drove wordlessly back to the apartment. Peter never took his eyes off of the picture.

A week later, when he put the Spider-Man suit back on, he was greeted with another tsunami of grief.

Karen’s smooth voice was gone. In its place—

I’m still on your side, you still have me.

“Hey, Pete.”

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i lost the kid

warning for endgame spoilers // read on ao3

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Steve wasn’t paying attention to the flashing colors on screen. He knew this was an important part to the movie, a climactic fight scene that’d surely influence the ending, but he hadn’t been paying attention anyway so what did it matter? His mind still raced through the changes the past week had wrought, Tony’s reappearance that flipped the whole compound.

When the ship had touched down and Tony had stumbled off, Steve didn’t know what to say. They hadn’t spoken since the dividing events of Siberia. All he could do was place a supporting hand on Tony’s back, making sure he didn’t pitch over at a moments notice.

Tony spoke in a pained breath. “I lost the kid.”

Steve had dismissed his words as the effects of the little food, water, and sleep he had gotten. When did Tony have a kid anyway? He could tell that he was wrong, though, by the intense grief, shock, and anguish that Tony’s tear-glazed stare held.

Then he was gone, whisked inside to medical. Then, a week later, Tony was closer to the one Steve knew. He wasn’t there completely—his snark was lazy and he was, shockingly, quieter—but after how he had seen Tony off that spaceship, Steve figured that he might not ever be the same.

A blast from a gun on screen brought him out of his thoughts. Steve blinked, zoning out again. With a low sigh, he looked over at Tony.

Tony had his back against the fabric of the couch so that he was facing the screen, one leg stretched across the length of the couch and the other drawn closer to his chest. His arm rested on his raised knee, fingers curling at the open air beneath them. Under his breath, Tony seemed to quote every line.

With that, Steve noticed just how much had changed since he and Tony last spoke. Tony’s sharp defense rounded off to softer edges. He was more open, trusting.

“Can I ask you something, Tony?”

Tony didn’t take his eyes off the screen, watching as someone swerved to avoid a shot. “Sure.”

“When you came off the ship, you said something about losing a kid.” Tony’s hand went still. “Now, forgive me if I’m mistaken but I don’t recall meeting a little Stark.”

Tony shook his head. “Not a little Stark, no.”

“A Potts, then?”

“A Parker.” Steve replied only in silence as he racked his mind for any even brief mention of the name. Tony lazily glanced over his shoulder at Steve. “Peter Parker. He wasn’t mine.”

Steve felt awkward, intrusive. “He sounds like a great kid. I would’ve loved to meet him.”

“You did.” Tony breathed deeply. “You dropped a jetway on him.”

A red and blue puzzle piece clicked in his memory.

“Where you from, kid?”

“Queens,” he grunted.

Steve smirked. “Brooklyn.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. What was there to say? His head pounded with unanswered questions, each he could barely form. He opened his mouth ro speak, to ease the building headache but shut it when he saw the tears pooling in Tony’s eyes.

“This,” Tony cleared his throat, “This is the movie he got the idea of taking down your guy from. The tall one.”

Steve turned his attention back to the screen as a clunky robot collapsed to the ground. “Smart kid.”

“Smarter than me.”

Steve gave a sad smile. Electric sound effects filtered through the large, loud speakers on either side of the flat screen.

“If I knew this was Star Trek I would’ve paid more attention,” Steve laughed.

“Star Wars.” The correction was almost a reflex on the tip of Tony’s tongue.”I can, um, restart it if you want.”

Steve waved him off. “No, it’s okay. I know you don’t like repetition.”

“I don’t mind.”

That kid—Peter Parker, Spider-Man—left an obvious impact on Tony, far greater than Steve even thought possible.

Steve could nearly see an entranced Spider-Man underneath Tony’s flexing fingertips. He realized that was probably a common scene for the two—common enough for Tony to be doing despite the absence of the kid.

Tony reached for the remote to start the movie over. The Star Wars theme filled words unsaid. His gaze flashed down at his hand sadly.

Steve’s face softened. “We’re going to get him back, you know.”

He nodded solemnly and looked back at Steve with shining eyes. “I hope so.”

A few minutes into the movie, Steve noticed that Tony had stopped watching it. He stared past the screen and at a picture hung loosely on the wall.

Later, Steve would see the picture as he passed by.

Peter’s tacky Christmas sweater was too long. It stretched past his hand, dangling. Tony stood next to him, smiling, holding the tree topper just out of Peter’s reach. Maybe Peter was a Parker but in Tony’s teary eyes, he was a Stark.

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nice work, kid

post-hoco / pre-infinity war (the sweet spot)

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reposting one of my sweeter fluff fics because the angst fic i’m writing now is draining my happiness

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A young boy is lost in the stampede of terrified people, fleeing the Stark Expo at the sight of armed robots.

The boy tightens his plastic Iron Man mask, the quiet act rolling back his fear underneath the safety of his hero’s identity.

The crowd has mostly cleared, a few stragglers still finding the exit, and the five-year-old boy is unable to find any sign of his aunt or uncle. He turns around at the sound of robotic joints and sees the haunting, metallic eyes that would remain in his mind for years.

As Iron Man would, he raises a hand to fend off the much taller robot. It falls to pieces under a repulsor blast and the boy jumps back, confused and startled.

The boy’s confusion only lasts a second. Iron Man himself glances down at him for just a moment, needed elsewhere.

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“Nice work, kid.”

“Nice work, kid,” Tony says, spinning his rolling chair around to face Peter as he enters. “Heard about your decathlon win.”

“How?” Peter leaves his backpack by the door and joins Tony at the lab table. “I literally just got back.”

He shrugs. “Word travels.” Under Peter’s questioning stare, Tony shrugs. “If I can’t be there, Happy fills me in. That’s why the divider goes up.”

Peter scoffs. “His motivations are different than I thought.”

“First of all, Hap doesn’t think you’re annoying,” Tony says, nonchalant. His next words are lower—Peter only picked up on it because of his enhanced hearing. “I believe the actual word he used was ‘insufferable.’”

“I must be hanging out with you too much then, Mr. Stark.”

“Uncalled for. I didn’t even know you were capable of sass.” Tony points a screwdriver accusingly at him. He uses it to point to a metal shelf across the room. “Just for that, you have to grab the spares box from the shelf.”

“Fine, fine,” Peter says, hands up in surrender. He finishes tightening a screw and gets up, steadying his chair.

“Surprised you haven’t already talked my ear off about it. Nationals or not, the team tends to come up a lot.”

Peter goes uncharacteristically quiet for a moment and the only sound in the lab is that of paper rustling. “I definitely think that talking about decathlon will have to wait, then.”

Tony raises a brow, his project losing his attention as he watches Peter sift through a box of papers. Peter studies one carefully and smiles. “I cannoy believe you keep fanart,” he says, a teasing tone underlining his voice. “Don’t you take pride in being, well, rated R?”

“Children are my most loyal fanbase.” Tony leans back in his chair and Peter brings the box to the table. He grabs the paper Peter held, tracing his finger over messy lines, colored with cheap crayons. “Most of them are too young for mommy to explain why I’m a terrible person.”

Normally, a comment like that would’ve sent Peter into an illustrated, seven-hour-long lecture on the wonders of Iron Man-slash-Tony Stark. This time, it only gets him a disapproving glare.

In a moment, Peter’s attention is on something else. He pulls another drawing from the box, holding it like it’s an award. “Is this one your favorite? Maybe even fridge-worthy?” Peter grins, his words rushed with excitement.

The picture itself could only be interpreted as an Iron Man drawing because of the crude red and gold stick figure that stood next to a much shorter stick figure. The coloring isn’t nearly accurate but Tony chalked that up to age.

“You know, picking a favorite drawing has got to be harder than picking a favorite kid.”

Peter smirks. “Gotta say, if you pick this as your favorite drawing, you’re essentially picking a favorite kid.” He flips the paper over and points to a rough signature in the corner. “I did this.”

“You did not,” Tony says, reaching for the paper in disbelief. There, right on the back, is written Peter Parker, both P’s backward. Five-year-old Peter had written thank yu under his name. “Who’s Yu?” Tony jokes. “Why do I have to thank him?”

Peter rolls his eyes. “I think I sent this after you, y'know, saved my life.”

“Germany?” Tony breathes a laugh. “I think we should sign you up for some drawing lessons. Definitely spelling classes.”

“This was way, way, way before Germany! It was at, uh, Stark Expo.” Peter pulls out his phone, fingers flying over the keyboard as he searches for a video. “I was five or six.”

“You’re just now telling me?” Tony asks, incredulous. “I’ve heard you mention more facts about Legos I think I would ever need and you’re just now telling me that I saved your life when you were five.”

“It never came up.”

“Neither did Legos!”

“Found it!” Peter declares, turning his phone around for Tony to see. The video buffers for a split second but that still is all he needs to see for him to remember.

That kid scared him. Made him wonder how many other kids got hurt thinking they could be Iron Man.

Now that he knows it’s Peter, the video is different. The telltale curls beneath the mask, the surprise when the robot got blasted.

“Good to see your reckless trait didn’t spontaneously generate,” Tony mutters, almost as a note to himself. “That kid—you—nearly gave me a heart attack that night so I guess it’s also good to know you didn’t need to be bitten by a spider to do that.” Tony eyes the teen critically. “Spider bite really only made you hear good, huh?”

“Among other things.” The video ends and Peter looks back at the drawing wistfully. “Well, thanks for not letting me kill myself.”

“Someone’s gotta look out for the Iron Man ripoffs.”

“And I’m sure 'Yu’ does a great job with that.”

Tony laughs. When Peter leaves to go back to his apartment, Tony looks for an open spot on the fridge. With a Spider-Man magnet, he hangs up Peter’s old drawing, knowing it’s the one drawing that really matters.

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five years was too long

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this fic is written as if this were the used take

Tony breathed shallowly, a rock that had formerly been a part of the Avengers compound digging into his back. He assessed his wounds but found that the worst of all was the gnawing concern he had felt since the portals had opened.

In passing, he had seen Hope and Scott reunite, Bucky and Steve fight back to back, and Groot and Rocket skewer and blast Thanos’ army. Tony had seen so many of the dusted superheroes, some he had never met, but he had yet to see the one that he fought tooth and nail to get back.

“Mr. Stark!”

Tony’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, something pulling at his heart.

Peter sprinted, nearly tripping on the exposed rock in his efforts to get to Tony. “You will not believe what’s been going on,” Peter breathed. As Peter helped him to his feet, Tony couldn’t help but notice how pale Peter looked, how red the rims of his eyes were.

What mattered most was that Peter was there, Peter was alive, standing in front of him. “Do you remember that we were in space just a minute ago and then I like vanished and… What’s all that gray stuff in your hair?”

Tony wanted to laugh, to say that a lot has changed in five years but his immense relief and love clouded any shred of humor. His breath was shakier than he would’ve liked. “It’s just gray hair.”

Peter’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, that’s okay, I’m sorry.” Before Tony could tell him that he never needed to apologize again, ever, Peter kept rambling, pointing somewhere off to the side. “Anyway, Doctor Strange was there when I got back, right? And he gave us this big briefing… on how to…”

Tony used one hand to draw Peter into a hug. “What are you doing?” Peter asked cautiously.

Something I’ve wanted to for five years, Tony thought, patting Peter’s back. He was there, wholly there, not going to turn to ash under his fingertips this time, ever again. Peter melted under his touch, resting his head in the crook of Tony’s shoulder.

The two stood there, breathing, and Tony felt a sense of peace. Peter was there, Peter was okay.

Tony lifted his head to kiss the side of Peter’s neck. Peter’s grip tightened on Tony and he sharply noticed that Peter was a kid. Sure, he’d noticed it before but now, as they clung to each other, as Peter had started to cry (whether from relief or fear he didn’t know) he was so painfully aware.

“I love you,” Tony whispered. There were people around them fighting but the words were only meant for Peter and only Peter heard them.

Superhero life was unsteady, unreliable. Tony always knew to an extent—he had seen his friends get hurt, the woman who was now his wife scared beyond belief, the kid he thought of as a son die in his arms.

They had fleeting moments together and Tony learned to relish in them, in the security, in the love that he felt.

So when he saw Peter’s tear-stained face kneeling in front of him after Thanos’ army finally dusted, when he heard Peter’s desperate “we won, Mr. Stark,” he wanted to reach out and tell him, “I won, kid.” Just by Peter being alive, his wife, his daughter, his friends—he had won. He had won.

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hey! it has been two years since i logged into this account. let’s catch up.

i’m still as into marvel as i was before, just don’t nearly have the time to be more caught up in it. i haven’t written for two years either, my last ao3 fic was in may of 2019. better times.

i am hoping to get back into writing, with an emphasis on irondad. in the meantime, i’m going to reblog my old works in the hopes that at least one of y’all remembers me, lol

so if you see me pop up on your feed and ask yourself “wait, who is this, again?” don’t unfollow!! (or do, i mean it’s up to you). sorry for tagging fandom tags, i’m just excited to get caught up again :)

(also i’m older and nonbinary now, which makes me cool, right?)

#irondad #peter parker #spiderman #marvel #tony stark #cringe post bud #young and hip

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In Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019), Peter tries to shoot a web at a water creature which results in nothing happening, indicating Peter is stupid

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Captain Marvel in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

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Say what you want about Captain Marvel, but she was the ONLY one to say Hi back to Peter when he introduced himself

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# don’t screw this up marvel

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Spider-man’s costume is red and blue, because Peter Parker has no idea what color spiders are.

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Peter Parker & Valkyrie in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

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It has a nice ring to it

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"I wanna apologize to tom holland on behalf of his Fangirls" not to be a bitch on main but susan guess what he doesn't care. He is having his time. Y'all wanna apologize to him for him having fangirls?! what will you say? Omg tom I'm sorry that a bunch of 14 year olds are going crazy over you on internet!? Where was this energy when brie larson was getting tonnes of death threats? where was this energy when her mental health was compromised due to social media? and y'all wanna apologize to tom for being loved?! what I wanna do is apologize to brie about every hate message she has ever gotten from a random person on internet.

do not clown on this post