Okay but all I can think about is how if say Tony and Peter always met up at this one diner.
After giving Peter back the suit they make it a biweekly thing unless there was a business trip that kept Tony away.
I'm pretending there was a 1 yr or 2 year gap between that and the snap. So they become regulars and always get the same booth in the back.
And after the snap, once Tony is back in NY and recovered?
He shows back up to the diner. Sits in the same booth, staring at the empty seat across from him.
The same old waiter as always comes over, asks him if Peter is late.
And Tony cries on the spot. It's the 1st time he has cried since he felt Peter turned to dust in his arms.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker
Additional Tags: allusions to Tony Stark’s bad childhood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, fluff and sad memories?, Established Relationship, College Student Peter Parker, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Some Version of IW/Endgame played out but everybody is happy and alive
Summary:
Driving Peter home from Boston, Tony needs to make a stop and ends up reflecting on the past while planning the future.
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My gift for @starkerscoop for the @starkerfestivals Valentine’s exchange. I don’t know that I one hundred percent fulfilled your prompt, but I hope you like it. I’m pretty happy with it and I think it might be the sappiest thing I’ve ever written. So sorry it’s late, I had some things going on.
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Posting this for the @starkerfestivals Secret Starker Valentine's event.
For my giftee, @taruchinator :) I hope you like it!
Prompt: Peter is Morgan's kindergarten teacher and Tony is just smitten with the guy. Morgan, thinking she's helping her dad out, asks him to buy her flowers and chocolates for Valentine's Day, claiming it's for her classmates. Turns out the little devil just straight up walks to Peter and goes “my daddy thinks you're cute!” and hands him all the stuff. Embarrassment and shenanigans ensue, but yeah, wingman Morgan for the win. "
Tony slammed on the brakes, his hands tightening instinctively on the wheel as his car jerked to a stop. School drop-off was always challenging. How could it not be, when his eyes won’t stop straying? He averted his gaze from Mr. Parker, who was turning with furrowed brows, likely trying to figure out whose parent was incapable of driving in a parking lot.
He let out a heavy sigh once Mr. Parker returned his attention to the students streaming through the gates of the school. What was wrong with him? Pining after his daughter’s teacher like a fool. He wasn’t sure when exactly this obsession started; all he knew was that every time he laid eyes on Mr. Parker, his heart made a funny stutter and scared him into thinking it was failing.
“Daddy?”
The telltale wobble in Morgan’s voice was the only clue Tony needed to understand she was upset. Alarmed, he glanced over his shoulder to take in her watering eyes.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked calmly.
No reason to set her off further. He’d noticed over time that she tended to base her reactions off his, so if he was worried, she would be too.
“We didn’t bring anything for Valentine’s Day,” she said anxiously. “Mr. P wanted everyone to bring something so we could have a party.”
Tony ran a hand down his face. “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”
He couldn’t count the number of times they’d run into the same issue with last minute projects that consisted more of his work than her’s.
“I forgot,” Morgan confessed, “but I didn’t mean to! Can you bring some flowers and chocolate?”
Tony checked his watch. He was already running late to a board meeting, why not make them wait longer? It was worth it to make his daughter happy.
“Go to class. I’ll bring something,” Tony said, watching her smile grow, “but I want you to tell me these things in advance from now on. Capiche?”
“Capiche,” she echoed. “Thanks Daddy!”
Tony reached over the console and helped her unbuckle her belt. He unlocked the car door and kept his eyes trained on her as she skipped towards the gates. She’d cheered up awfully fast for someone who’d been so downcast just a moment ago.
Interesting.
Once she made it safely through the gates, he left the parking lot and drove to the nearest store he could find. Once he went in, he took his time perusing the aisles, ignoring the judgmental looks he could feel being directed at him by others. He knew how it looked—like he was a bad spouse doing last minute shopping for his partner.
He picked out enough chocolate to send thirty children into a sugar high. He didn’t envy Mr. Parker, who would undoubtedly have to deal with more chaos than Tony faced as Iron Man. Tony sent him a mental apology as he paid for his armful of chocolate and flowers; he’d gotten one flower for each child.
After stuffing everything into his car, Tony made the drive back to Morgan’s school. He parked as close as he could get to the entrance and wandered in with his gifts back in his arms. He hastily signed in at the reception before making his way to Morgan’s classroom. He knocked on the door as a warning before stepping in.
The moment he went in, he realized that the knock was completely unnecessary, because there was absolutely no way Mr. Parker heard it. The children were already having fun, the Valentine’s Day party underway with music playing from the speakers as they folded bits of paper into hearts.
Mr. Parker had his back turned to the door. He was helping a boy make his heart. Tony caught Morgan’s eye and beckoned her over with a nod. She bounded toward him cheerfully, taking everything from his arms with a small “Thanks!” and marching toward Mr. Parker before he could utter a word.
Tony trailed behind her, laughing to himself at her determination. She tapped Mr. Parker on the arm, who turned to her with a kind smile, his eyes widening when he spotted all her gifts.
“My daddy thinks you’re cute!” she announced, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and suddenly it all made sense.
They didn’t have to bring anything. Tony’d always known that Morgan was observant, but he never thought his attraction to Mr. Parker was so obvious she could pick up on it, let alone act on it. He was briefly concerned about how well she’d played him earlier this morning with the fake tears, but that concern rapidly made way for embarrassment, which wasn’t an emotion he was used to having.
Mr. Parker’s cheeks bloomed. “These are very pretty flowers.”
They were. And Tony had bought thirty of them. How must that look to Mr. Parker?
“What can I say?” Tony asked, regaining his voice. “I like pretty things.”
He shot a wink at Mr. Parker, who seemed to turn impossibly redder. Morgan clapped her hands excitedly before jetting off to her friends, leaving them alone. There was something triumphant in her grin.
“Well, I…appreciate all of this, Mr. Stark,” Mr. Parker finally said. “Thank you.”
Tony waved off the thanks. “Please, call me Tony.”
“Thank you, Tony,” Mr. Parker repeated, a bashful smile creeping onto his face. “You can call me Peter.”
Tony tucked his hands into his pockets. “Are you doing anything today, Peter?”
“You mean aside from watching a bunch of hyperactive kids?” Peter joked.
Tony laughed, tilting his head back. “Aside from that, yes.”
“I was going to binge watch Star Wars and drink cheap wine. I’m sure your plans are a lot more interesting,” Peter said.
Tony shrugged. “They will be if you allow me to join you.”
“Oh!” Peter’s eyes widened. “I’d like that. If you’re sure.”
His cheeks were turning red again, and Tony had to fight the urge to trace his thumb over them. He kept his hands rooted firmly in his pockets.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
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