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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Once Upon A Summer (Ch.3)

Tony was tired. It had only been a few days, but taking care of Peter was repetitive and draining. He actually wanted to go to a meeting just so he could get some more adult interaction. Sure, Stephen's brief visits to make sure he hadn't killed Peter were helping keep him sane, but he needed more. Either he was going to have to grab Peter and take him out into the public, or he would have to beg Stephen to stay longer than he has been. Which wasn't going to happen. Tony Stark didn't beg, and he also didn't want to deal with the public when they saw him with a baby.

So he found himself in his lab more often than not. Tony would get the playpen set up in the lab and put Peter in it with some of his toys before he mindlessly tinkered and built. The first day he was actually productive, but as the days passed, Tony ended up on auto pilot. Half the time he didn't even know what he was working on. He just knew he was tired and going stir crazy with mostly just a six month old baby to talk to.

He wished Stephen would stick around more. Despite the mountains of sarcasm that passed between them, Tony enjoyed his company. He enjoyed looking into blue eyes that always seemed to change colors every time he looked into them, he enjoyed their back and forth, and he even liked watching Stephen with Peter. The sorcerer always put up a front with Tony, but whenever he played with the baby or did anything with him, he softened. Any stress lines Stephen had melted away, and sometimes the softness even carried over to Tony.

Whenever it did, Tony wasn't really sure how to receive it. No one ever really showed him that kind of kindness. They were just as sarcastic and rude to him as he was with them and Tony never really realized it until all of this happened. He was actually glad Peter got caught in a magical fight.

Even if it meant he woke Tony up every two to three hours because of teething pains.

"...ark...Tony…Tony!"

Tony sits up with a jolt and looks around in alarm. He didn't even know when he had dozed off, but the small puddle of drool on his workbench was evidence enough as well as embarrassing. He subtly wipes the corner of his mouth with a nearby rag before using it to clean up the small puddle before finally looking around to see what woke him. Based off the position of the sun outside, only an hour had passed and a quick glance at the playpen found Peter fast asleep. Maybe a dream woke him up?

"Tony."

The engineer looks back toward his workbench and jumps in his seat when he finds Stephen standing on the other side of it. "I should probably tell you I'm a heart patient."

"Normally I'd be concerned that you just wiped your mouth with a dirty rag, but it's you so it's probably a common occurrence." Stephen replies as he walks over to look down at Peter in the playpen. "How long has he been sleeping?"

"I dunno. Probably about as long as me." Tony looked at his watch and was both glad and disappointed to find that his earlier assumption was correct and only an hour had passed. "Maybe half an hour."

The sorcerer nods. "Have you left the tower since you brought Peter home a few days ago?"

"I don't have the energy to deal with the tabloids if anyone saw me with Pete as he is right now." Tony admits. "I don't even have the energy to have nightmares."

Stephen gave him an odd look for the last bit but Tony just shook his head. He didn't want to get into it. He had nightmares about so many different things, but what he said was the truth. He was a little sleep deprived so his nightmares didn't get a chance to plague him because Peter would wake him up before they got a chance to. Tony still hadn't decided if he was happy about it or not.

"You look like you could use a change of scenery." Stephen observes.

"You know what? I do." Tony admits. "I rebuilt my mansion in Malibu...maybe you can use a vacation too."

"I--" Stephen looks between Tony and Peter. "I'm sure Wong can take care of things for a little while."

Tony looks at the sorcerer in surprise. "Really?"

"Were you not inviting me?"

"Of course I was! I need help with Pete anyway."

Tony wanted to facepalm. Why in the world did he say that? He used Peter as an excuse to invite Stephen to Malibu with them, and while he did need help with the baby, he wouldn't mind actually spending time with the sorcerer. He needed the adult companionship. The Avengers all sort of did their own thing and Rhodey was busy with the Air Force so Tony would take what he could get.

And Stephen was nothing to sneeze at.

"Right...of course. I can take us there whenever you want." Stephen offers and Tony makes a face.

"We can take the jet."

Stephen looks at him with a raised brow. "You want to take a six month old baby on a plane for six hours?"

"...Touché. You mind watching Peter while I get some stuff together?" Tony asks and sighs when the baby chooses that moment to wake up and sit up.

"Go ahead. I can still watch him. I can even take him to the Sanctum and pack."

"Just be careful."

Tony could tell that Stephen was keeping himself from rolling his eyes but neither of them said anything as they went their separate ways. He went upstairs to pack some clothes and things for Peter, and Stephen scooped up the baby and disappeared through a gateway he made. Tony looked at some of the baby furniture around the penthouse when he arrived on the floor but decided that he didn't want to lug any of it. Even through one of Stephen's gateways. So he asked FRIDAY to order some more of the furniture and have it delivered to the mansion as soon as possible. Then he went upstairs and threw some of his things into a duffel bag before he packed a bag for Peter which he filled with everything he needed and then some extra. He even grabbed some of the teen's regular clothes in case by some miracle he changed back to his normal self while they were in Malibu. Tony didn't have anything for Peter at the mansion yet, but he figured it was time to get a room set up for him.

"Did you pack his food?" Stephen asks and Tony jumps and holds his hand to his pounding chest.

"Heart patient!" Tony drops his hand and grabs the bags. "You of all people should understand what that means! And yes, I packed food. I had FRIDAY order furniture and send it to the house too."

Stephen nods and shifts Peter into one of his arms so he can free his hands and make a gateway to the mansion. "Seems a waste of money but I wouldn't want to drag it all around either."

"Precisely."

Tony gathers the bags as well as the one Stephen brought and steps through the gateway with a little less hesitation. Magic still put him on edge but he felt he could trust Stephen, and the younger man really was doing Tony a favor by doing this anyway. Taking Peter on the jet for six hours would have been a nightmare.

When Stephen follows Tony through the gateway, it closes behind them as the sorcerer looks around. The layout was nearly identical to the previous mansion since Tony was pretty happy with it, and he didn't miss the curiosity in Stephen's eyes when he saw the grand piano. The sorcerer gently places baby Peter down on the floor with a few of his toys, and once he makes sure the infant is adequately occupied, Stephen walks over to the piano before looking at Tony.

"May I?" He asks softly.

"Sure. Make yourself at home. What do you want for lunch? I'll order something." Tony offers.

"I'm not picky." Stephen shrugs and sits down at the piano.

The music that filled the air shortly after was nice to listen to but it was obvious that Stephen's hands affected his playing. Tony wouldn't say anything because it probably took a lot of courage to play with people listening, and it was nice to listen to. Even Peter seemed entranced by the music. He sat on the floor staring at the sorcerer, drooling on the block he was holding to his mouth, and it made Tony smile. There may have been night after sleepless night since Peter was turned into a baby, but he was a cute one. Peter watched Stephen with such awe that Tony was actually a little jealous.

He couldn't blame the kid...and Peter was easily impressed even as a baby. Anything Tony did made Peter happy. Even sneezing... whatever that was about.

A sudden wrong note pulls Tony out of his thoughts and Stephen sighs. "Don't worry about it. It sounded great." Tony assures quickly.

"...thank you."

"Even Pete was hypnotized." Tony chuckles as Stephen gets up and walks back over to the baby.

"Is that right?" Stephen smiles and pokes the baby's tummy, drawing a laugh from him. "How about some cereal puffs?"

Peter bounces with excitement when Stephen pulls Peter's bag closer and pulls out the container of puffs, and he drops his block when the sorcerer offers him one. The softness that Stephen only seemed to show Peter immediately surfaced when the baby babbled happily between strawberry flavored cereal puffs and Tony was glad to see it. The stress and frown lines were gone and Stephen was more beautiful than ever--

Tony should probably stop staring.

"FRIDAY, order my usual from the pizza place." Tony says.

"Yes, Boss. It should arrive within the hour."

"Thanks sweetheart."

"Umm…" Stephen looks up from Peter after giving him another puff. "Where will I be sleeping by the way?"

Tony grins. "I've got a king sized bed in my room." When Stephen looks at him flatly he sighs dramatically. "There's a bedroom next to mine you can use. It's eventually going to be Peter's but you can use it for now. Would have been nice to have another warm body in my bed though."

"I'm sure it would be." Stephen says dryly.

Tony smiles and walks over to dig through Peter's bag and grabs everything he needs to make Peter a bottle. Once he's finished with that, he leaves the formula on the counter for a later time and takes the bottle over to Stephen after shaking it to mix it. In the meantime, the sorcerer had dug out the portable changing pad and was in the middle of changing Peter's diaper when Tony gave the bottle to the baby.

"How about a movie and lunch?" Tony says. "I'd say the beach but I'm not sure how good of an idea that is with Peter."

"He might try to eat the sand." Stephen points out.

"Unless I hold him. He might like to get his feet wet. There's a cabana down there too."

Stephen looks out the floor to ceiling windows and then back at Peter to finish changing his diaper. "You have a pool. He can get his feet wet in that."

"That's true." Tony shrugs. "So movie, lunch, and tire the tyke out in the pool?"

"I don't have swim trunks."

"You wearing underwear?"

Stephen turns red. "Well...yes."

"Just wear those." Tony shrugs and leans down to pick up Peter when he was finished being diapered and dressed. "Hey kiddo. Feeling better?"

"Why am I the one changing him anyway?" Stephen mumbles to himself.

Tony didn't bother answering him. He just sat on the couch with Peter and turned on a movie that he let Stephen choose. When the pizza arrived, the sorcerer got up to get their food and then brought it back for them to eat while they finished their movie. It was a nice change in pace even though he was still inside. Stephen would periodically make a comment about the movie, and even one time they argued about the scientific accuracy of... something. Tony sort of forgot what the problem was part way through their argument because Stephen was distracting. Peter interrupted them with a loud belch that Tony swore shook the walls and it sent both men into a fit of laughter.

By the time they got around to going out to the pool, Stephen pointed out a problem.

"He needs a swim diaper."

Tony holds Peter out in front of him and frowns. "He's got a diaper on."

"It's not the same. That will soak up all the water and probably fall off." Stephen turns to head inside. "If you give me a few dollars, I can go pick some up."

Tony follows him back inside and grabs his wallet off the counter. He pulls out his card and hands it to Stephen after the sorcerer grabs his sling ring. "Here. Get the special diapers and a pair of swim trunks for yourself."

Stephen disappeared through a gateway and was back not even five minutes later with both items. Tony was given the diapers to change Peter into and Stephen went into his room to change into his swim trunks, and soon enough Tony was back outside with Peter. He carefully descended into the pool until the water was up to his waist and then he held Peter out to dip his feet in the water. The baby's following squeal of happiness almost made Tony cringe from the intensity of it but he couldn't help but laugh when tiny legs kicked in excitement.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm already in the water!" Tony chuckles and lowers Peter into the water a little more. The baby was squirming in his hands, but Tony had a firm grasp on him. "Remind me to bring you back here when you're back to normal."

"I grabbed some sunblock too." Stephen says as he walks out.

Tony gawked. Stephen was really beautiful in every way. He was even fit. Which of course made sense when the sorcerer used martial arts as a means of defense and fighting.

"Oh...yeah. Good idea." Tony wades over to the side of the pool and he holds Peter on the edge so Stephen can apply the sunblock.

"There." Stephen says when he finishes with Peter and then starts on himself. "You may have been blessed with tan skin but Peter and I will burn like lobsters."

Tony pulls Peter back into the water and the baby splashes happily. "Yeah, he's already teething. I don't want to put sunburn on top of that."

"Thank you by the way." Stephen says softly.

"For the trunks? That's no big deal." Tony says.

"Well, yes...but for inviting me too. I know it was to help with Peter--"

"That was only part of it." Tony blurts out and then clears his throat. "I needed the company...and you looked like you needed a vacation too."

"That's an understatement." Stephen huffs. "I think this was overdue for both of us.

"We can stay as long as you want." Tony says.

"Tempting, but we both have responsibilities." Stephen says as he puts the sunblock aside. "A few days wouldn't hurt though."

Tony smiles. "Sounds good to me. How about you Pete?"

Peter answers with another loud squeal and some more splashing and Tony closes his eyes against the water.

"I think it's safe to say he's happy with the idea." Stephen chuckles.

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sunshiney-souls · 6 years

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Collar full // chp 2.5

summary: the one with all the memories

warning: idk if your hearts can take all the domestication and fluff of the trio

word count: 1284

Skye had packed her toiletries and she had moved back to her room.

Skye was a person of memories. She kept things just for the sake of remembering that moment. So the fact that she now had to wittle all her things down to just a few was killing her.

Skye had to bookshelves in her room. Only one was filled with books; even then, it was only the top three shelves. The bottom shelves and the whole other shelf was just a place to store her things. But it wasn’t just normal books that were on these shelves, oh no. There were journals and diaries and sketch books and notebooks that Skye had written and drawn in throughout the years. One specific sketchbook caught her eye. She reached for the deep green book and flipped through the pages.

Now Skye wasn’t an artist by any means. Her drawings were not remarkable, realistic or had great shading; but they were not terrible either. Skye had found a perfect medium of a “meh” art style. Her thumb let the pages flutter by until she stopped on one specific drawing. It was of two boys, swinging on a swingset, with seemingly perfect, poofy clouds in the sky. Skye remembered the moment perfectly.

“Okay look,” the small boy said. “Aunt May taught me this. She said, you look up at the clouds, and whatever shapes you see, you have to make a story out of it!” his brown eyes were bright with that child-like wonder.

The bigger boy that sat on the swing next to him, tilted his head back, mouth agape.

“Uuuhhh, i see....

a blob. Peter how the heck am I supposed to make a story out of a blob?” He rolled his head and tilted his head back to its normal position.

Across from the swing set, there was Skye, sitting across from her best friends, sketchbook resting on her knees, lightly brushing the pencil across the page. Peter’s head looked back down, right at his best friend.

“Skye, what do you see in the sky?” A little smile broke out on his face due to the two words. Skye set her sketch book next to their bags at the base of the tree, and sat in the swing next to Peter, looking at Ned.

“Ned, you need to have a better imagination for this kind of thing.” She said as she situated herself into the swing. Her head fell back and she glanced up. Her imagination was running wild.

“I see a tree, and a book, some kind of circle thingy, a spider, a cat, and a pizza slice!” Skye rambled on about the different shapes. Her little head craned back around to look at the boys. “Make a story about that!” She teased, her little giggle escaping her body.

Ned had gone completely slack-jawed, not knowing how on earth Skye had just came up with so many shapes out of blobs. Skye looked over to Peter, who also was slack-jawed, but his eyes sparkled.

Skye was jerked back to reality when she continued to flip through pages to find the empty ones in the back. She shook off the memories and tossed the sketch book into her bag. Along with some pens, pencils and markers.

Skye moved from her bookshelf to her little desk, where a bunch of little odds and ends were scattered about. Some cute trinkets, paperweights, or anything Skye liked, she would get and put on her desk. There was one object in particular that jerked at Skye’s heart strings: a little box. Of course, it was what was inside the box that Skye loved so much. She reached out for it and snapped it open, revealing a stunning, and yet simple, moonstone ring.

“Skye, you promised you would keep your eyes closed!” She heard that easily recognizable voice.

“Yeah yeah, just hurry up with it! My mom said they have this big thing planned and we can’t be late for it!” Skye’s all too popular smirk had taken over her face. She held her arms out, stumbling around her own apartment, eventually grasping onto Peter and following him around.

“This will literally take like, two seconds, calm down.” Peter laughed as he spoke, causing the knot in Skye’s stomach to grow tighter. She had never been lead around her own home for her birthday. She was slightly scared.

Soon she felt the carpet under her feet, and knew it was her own bedroom. She let go of Peter. “Alright Parker, what’s going on, can I open my eyes now?” She questioned, crossing her arm, looking slightly to the left of Peter. All she heard was Peter’s soft laugh and the slight bounce of her own bed.

“Alright, alright, open your eyes!” She could hear the smile on his face as she quickly opened her eyes.

There sat Peter, sitting on the edge of her bed, his feet dangling off the side, holding a small, black, jewelry box. Skye’s head fell to the side in confusion.

“What, are you proposing to me now?” She did her best, but she couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping up on her face.

“Oh, stop it.” Skye seemed to miss the slight redness of his face, trying to control her own. “This,” Peter started as he opened the box. “Is a moonstone ring. I was walking through the mall once and I saw it, instantly thought of you.” He reached out for Skye’s right hand and put it on her fourth finger. “I even got one so we can match. Although,” He paused again, fishing a chain out of his front pocket. I’m keeping mine around my neck, don’t need people thinking we’re married, huh?” He said with a smile, elbowing her in her side

Skye couldn’t take it anymore. She hadn’t worn the ring in so long, and she felt guilty and ashamed. She picked up the ring and put in on her finger. She sighed and figured that was enough remembering for now. She figured she should go over to Peter’s place and get some of his things.

Aunt May was, hopefully, still at work as Skye opened their door. She quickly went to Peter’s room, looking around.

The first place she looked at was his desk. It was an absolute mess, the way Peter always was. She moved around some papers, keeping her eyes open for anything that might be useful, but her eye being distracted by something shiny; a chain.

She reached out for it and pulled it out from under all the papers. On the end of the chain lay the very ring that Peter got to match Skye’s ring.

“I guess he doesn’t bring it to school.” She shrugged. Peter never liked wearing necklaces to school, just another thing for Flash to grab while he was fighting. She reluctantly put the chain around her neck. She went to his closet and her eyes landed on his Midtown sweater. Peter loved wearing that sweater, and she knew she had to bring it. She grabbed that and pulled it on over her head, inhaling her best friend’s scent, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time she did so. As she was about to leave, a small journal caught her eye.

It was peaking out from under his mattress. She reached for the small, black book and opened it to a random page before realizing it was a diary. She quickly closed it and saw there were two other journals under the mattress. A blue and red one. Without thinking, she put all three in her backpack and went back to meet Ned before heading off to Stark Tower.

A/N: Hey guys! sorry if this absolutely sucks, but I’ve been insanely busy these past few days and I wanted to finish this as fast as I could so y’all could know that I’m still writing this story :) Also, there were some people that asked to be in the taglist for this series and i forgot their urls (i’M SORRY) so if you’re not on this list and want to, p l e a s e tell me again and i will write it down and remember it.

Anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this little extra chapter thingy, and i will do my best to get chapter 3 out as soon as possible :) thank you for reading and please please please give me feedback!

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