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𝕴𝖗𝖔𝖓𝕯𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖔: 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘
I made this for a moot who also loves IronDad and wanted to know my favorite prompts... :3 Guess I got extra motivated and went all-out. Love me some fanon-classic topics that have captured my heart! 💙
Though I’m a very slow writer, I’ll see if I fill some of these, myself. But for now I’m happy knowing my moot will start writing and sharing with me ^_^ Feeling quite blessed!
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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: "You said you would let them go" Find the fic on Ao3
"You said you would let him go.”
Peter squeezes his eyes shut—the only part of his body he can move—at the sound of Tony’s voice. He’s lost track of how long it’s been since he’d woken strapped to this table, the scents of chemicals and ocean heavy in the air.
“That’s when I thought I was ransoming an intern,” Osborn replies, running a finger down the side of Peter’s cheek. Peter manages to glare at him—the most he can do when he’s unable to pull away. “But he’s more than that, isn’t he, Stark?”
“Whatever narrative you’re trying to spin to wring more cash out of me, save it. You have the money you asked for. Now let him go, or I’m going to stop being civil about this.”
“Civil?” Osborn muses. Even from this end, Peter can hear the distortion from the tech Osborn is using to disguise his voice. “Civil would be returning what’s yours, Stark. Which was the plan before I realized that you stole this specimen first.”
“He’s a high-schooler. Only thing he’s been stolen from is gym class.”
Osborn bends his finger, causing the nail to catch on Peter’s skin. “A high-schooler, yet you gave him access to your personal labs. He must be very special.”
“Rumours, and half-baked ones at that. Get better sources.”
“Don’t lie to me, Stark. It wasn’t hard to run some blood work. This kid isn’t human, not by a long shot, so the price just tripled. Have the money in the same account by midnight, or I’m putting him on the black market in pieces.”
“Or,” Tony counters. “I figure out who you are, come pick the kid up myself, and you can face me head on. How does that sound?”
“Is that an UN-approved mission, Stark? Heard you’re on a tight leash these days. Good luck getting a rescue mission signed off in time to save the kid.” Osborn grins down at Peter, the expression all teeth. “Either way, I get paid for him. How much pain he goes through during the interim is entirely up to you.”
“Listen, you do not want to—”
But Osborn has already hung up. “So, Peter. Looks like we have a few more hours together. How do you want to spend them, huh? Shall we have a little more fun while your dashing hero decides if you’re worth paying for?”
Not being able to throw quips at bad guys sucks. Peter tries to move his tongue, but it’s as immovable as the rest of him. When he’d first woken up, he’d been terrified that the paralysis might be permanent. But he regains feeling every couple of hours or so, just enough to strain his limbs against the restraints, which is exactly when Osborn gives him another dose of whatever drug is keeping him immobilized.
“I’ve got all the blood I need,” Osborn is saying, moving over to the table that Peter is trying very hard not to look at. “But if we have time, why don’t we go a little deeper?”
If he could move, Peter would flinch at the sudden whir of what sounds horribly like a bone saw starting up. He might not be able to move his body, but the past few hours have certainly proved that he can feel it.
“Aw,” Osborn coos at him, the sound of the saw growing closer. “Don’t be scared, kiddo. You heal quickly enough. And after all, I’m only taking back what was mine in the first place—” He breaks off, turning to a bank of monitors that Peter can just see out of the corner of his eye. There’s a green dot traveling towards them at breakneck speed. “Well, would you look at that? I guess Stark isn’t as stupid as that goatee makes him look.”
A breath punches out of Peter as the saw switches off, hoping Osborn’s words mean the one thing he’s been praying for since he first woke up here. Tony’s coming.
Osborn sweeps Peter’s hair off his forehead in a mock gentle gesture. “Looks like I’m about to have an unexpected visitor, which means I’m going to have to put you away for a while.”
Peter narrows his eyes at him, trying to look as intimidating as possible while unable to move on a surgical table.
Osborn just laughs. “I see. You think he’s going to find you. Ah, Peter—where I’m about to put you? No one will even think to look.”
Somehow, getting cut open with a bone saw might have been preferable to this.
It’s freezing. If Peter’s body was cooperating, he knows he’d be shivering violently right about now. It’s pitch black, the oppressive darkness making him want to scream. And none of that compares to the overwhelming claustrophobia of being chained to an anchor deep, deep underwater.
Peter’s not sure a normal human would have survived the plunge into the ocean’s depths, even with the diving suit Osborn had stuffed him into. He can breathe, at least, but he’d caught a glimpse of the oxygen tank before Osborn had tipped him overboard. It had already been half-empty.
He’s tried to slow his breathing, to make whatever air he has last, fighting the instinct to panic and attempt to strain against the chains. Logically, he knows it’s no use. He’s still paralyzed. Even if the drug wears off, he’s not going to be strong enough to swim to the surface. He’s down here until Osborn pulls him up or until Tony finds him. If Tony finds him.
“Wow,” Osborn’s voice crackles in his ear. The earbud had been jammed in before Osborn had secured the diving mask purely, Peter knows, so that Osborn could keep taunting him. “He got here fast, little spider. Guess he really cares about you. Too bad he’s not going to find you, though.”
Peter closes his eyes, even though it doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference to what he can see. If anyone can figure out where Osborn’s hidden him, it’s Tony Stark.
It’s the thought he holds onto as he hears the distant roar of thrusters, right before Osborn whispers over the comms, “Show time.”
A stomp of boots and the crack of a door being kicked open. “Where is he?”
“Stark. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Don’t bullshit me, Osborn. That line about a stolen specimen? I know you have him.”
“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I’ll have you know that there are security cameras all over this boat. It would be a shame if the UN saw the Accords’ greatest defender attacking without so much as a warrant.”
“I don’t need a warrant if I have probable cause of harm.”
A surprised laugh. “Probable cause of harm? I am merely out here alone, enjoying a little me time.”
“Uh-huh. So you won’t mind if I search your toy boat, then?”
“Go ahead.” Osborn is all confidence. “Search away.”
More sounds—footsteps, mostly. The sounds of doors opening. The noise of a search.
Please, Peter sends up to the boat, as though if he projects through sheer force of will Tony’ll hear him. Please think to look down here, Tony. Please.
“I have to say,” Osborn speaks up, and Peter wants to punch him for the undisguised glee in his voice. “You must have lost something very important to go to all this trouble.”
“Don’t play the ignorant card, Osborn. It’s not a cute look on you.”
“Simply making an observation.”
“And you know what I observe? The room you have hidden below the ship.”
Peter’s heart skips. That has to be the room he had woken up in, where the surgical equipment, where Peter’s blood is.
“Not hidden,” Osborn corrects him. “The door is simply an aesthetic design, I assure you. I’d be more than happy for you to take a look.”
A sudden ocean current sweeps past Peter, knocking him hard against the anchor. It steals the wind from him, and there are a few terrifying moments where he can’t catch his breath, he can’t breathe, he can’t—
“Interesting space you’ve got in here. Very… clean.”
Peter latches onto the sound of Tony’s voice, using it as a much kinder anchor than the one he’s bound to. He doesn’t know how much oxygen he just wasted. He doesn’t know how much he has left, either. It belatedly occurs to him that if Tony can’t find him, then the more time his mentor spends searching, the longer Peter’s going to be stuck down here.
“I hardly use this space,” Osborn says. “The previous owners used it for fishing equipment, so I had it scrubbed to get rid of the smell and have barely touched it since. And I believe you’ve now seen the whole boat. Satisfied?”
I’m not on the boat, Peter thinks desperately. I’m below the boat.
“Not really,” Tony answers. “So, he’s not here. You’ve got him somewhere else.”
No, no, no, I’m here, come on Tony, please figure this out.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Stark.”
There's an ugly pause before Tony says, “Don’t make me make you tell me, Osborn. You won’t enjoy that.”
“Go ahead,” Osborn challenges him. “Threaten an innocent man on camera. Let’s see how that holds up under the Sokovia Accords.”
Peter’s breath catches. At first, he thinks it’s just the tension burrowing its way under his skin from the dark, the cold, the oppressive weight of the water. Then he takes another slow breath. And another.
He’s not imagining it. The air feels a little lighter than before. As though he’s already scraping the bottom of the oxygen tank.
“I paid what you asked for,” Tony snaps at him. “Tell me where he is, Osborn. Now.”
Peter slows his breathing, trying desperately to make whatever is left in the tank last as long as possible.
“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not leaving here until you tell me. I’ve got all night.”
Barely an hour ago, those words would have been music to Peter’s ears. Now, they’re a death sentence.
“All night, huh?” Amusement radiates from Osborn’s words. “Sure, I’m not busy. Can I offer you a drink?”
“I’m taking a second look around the ship.”
“Please, be my guest. Take all the time you need.”
Peter’s next breath rattles in his lungs. He’s definitely on dregs, and it’s not as though Osborn can pull him up while Tony’s still there. Osborn doesn’t need him alive, either. He’s made it clear that Peter’s body parts will sell just fine.
Peter listens helplessly as Tony continues to search, refusing to leave without answers that Osborn isn’t giving him. This is it. Peter’s going to die down here.
“Sure I can’t get you that drink, Stark? You did come all this way.”
Even over the comms, Peter can pick up Tony’s frustrated sigh. “This isn’t done with, Osborn.”
No, be done with it, Peter pleads with him. Go, Tony. Please just leave.
“I’m not sure what this even is,” Osborn replies, his tone all congeniality. “Of course, you did just invade my private property, which I will have to report. We all have to do our bit to keep the community safe.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Another sound of frustration, and then Peter hears the joyous sound of an Iron Man suit starting up. Tony’s going to leave. Osborn is going to pull him up.
And then cut him to pieces and sell him.
Peter barely has time to register that last thought before he tries to take his next breath, and finds that he can’t.
“Goodbye, Stark,” Osborn is saying. “Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Peter forces himself not to panic—to preserve the last molecules of oxygen he has left.
“Oh believe me, Norman. I will.”
Just go just go just go just go just go—
There’s silence for far too long before Peter hears Osborn speak again. “Just making sure he’s out of sight, kiddo. Can’t take any chances.”
Peter’s lungs are on fire. Instinct finally kicks in and he jerks in the chains, the paralytic drug wearing off far too late. A very different kind of darkness from the undersea depths is creeping in around him, and he can’t hear Osborn anymore, and the anchor isn’t moving, he’s going to die down here and he doesn’t want to die he doesn’t—
The last thing Peter’s aware of before he passes are strong arms on his, and the sensation of rising, rising, rising…
“Peter? Come on, kid, don’t do this to me.”
When Peter’s eyes open, he doesn’t see darkness. He’s not strapped to a table either. He experimentally shifts his arms and legs, breathing a sigh of relief as they move, only to realize that they’re shaking beyond his control.
“That’s it, Pete. Hey, look at me. Peter.”
The blurry shapes around him finally coalesce into the face of one very worried-looking Tony. “Oh, hey Mr Stark.”
“I need to stop pulling you out of freezing waters, kid.”
“S-sorry.” Peter can hear his teeth chattering, trying to wrap his arms around himself, only to realize that they’re oddly heavy. He peers down at himself, realizing he’s encased in red and gold metal. “Woah, that’s so cool.”
“Don’t get too excited, the suit’s a loan. Just getting you warm.”
Peter frowns. “Don’t feel warm.”
Tony’s brow creases. “We’ll get there. Don’t want to shoot your temperature up too quickly with your funky thermoregulation. Once you’re good I’ll fly us home.”
“Home sounds good. Away from…” Peter suddenly tries to sit bolt upright. It’s more of a half-sit-up before he collapses back with a groan.
“Woah, kid, take it easy.”
“Osborn, he’s here, he’s—”
“I got him. You’re safe, kid. I promise.”
Peter stills. “Really?”
“Really really.” Tony places a hand on Peter’s forehead, and Peter sighs at the warmth. “Sorry, kid. This one’s on me.”
“But you found me.”
“Yeah, that was one of my better brainwaves. Still, I don’t need villains kidnapping my intern because they think it’s an easy payday. We’ll work on it.”
Peter’s beginning to feel something other than completely frozen, the violent shivers abating a little. He pulls in a full breath, savoring it. “Yeah, that sucked.”
“Agreed.” Tony checks his forehead again. “I think we’re okay to turn it up a bit, FRIDAY.”
Heat suddenly bursts from the Iron Man suit’s interior, and Peter sighs in relief. “Thanks.”
“Any time, kid.” Tony lays his hand on Peter’s arm, finally seeming to relax as Peter’s temperature climbs. “Any time.”
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That’s What I’m Here For
Summary: Request from Anon for Anger Born Of Worry! Marc is overworking himself, and Jake has reached his limit. (He also reaches his limit on Ao3 and Wattpad)
“Marc what the fuck are you doing?”
It was nearly three a.m. now, not that Marc had particularly been paying attention. Jake’s voice startled him so badly he missed his mug and spilled hot coffee all over the countertop. 
“Shit,” Marc muttered. He glared at Jake’s reflection in the coffee pot, a glare which was returned tenfold by Jake’s hard eyes. “Happy? Now I have to make another pot.”
“Not what I asked.”
“Oh, grouchy today, huh?” Marc grabbed a handful of paper towels and started mopping up the mess. “Are you annoyed it was too hot to wear your turtleneck?”
“Answer the goddamn question, Spector,” Jake growled, throwing the paper towels away with more force than was strictly necessary. Marc sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked over to their desk. 
“Just Moon Knight stuff, okay? Khonshu said there’s a ‘traveler of the night in danger’ and we need to find him before the next full moon, which only gives us two days, so I’m just trying to find him.”
Jake raised an eyebrow at the maps and books scattered haphazardly over their desk. “At three a.m.?” 
“Well, I started at five--”
“Dios mío, Marc, did you even eat dinner? Have you taken a goddamn break at all?” Jake snapped, throwing up his hands. Marc didn’t need to answer for Jake to know that he hadn’t though. He felt their stomach squirm hungrily at the mention of dinner, and given how heavy their limbs felt, Jake wasn’t surprised Marc had wanted a cup of coffee earlier. 
“Jake, this is really important, Khonshu said if we don’t find this guy then people will kill him,” Marc reasoned. “Khonshu said he protects hundreds of lives, without him they’ll get hurt--”
“Marc, there's always going to be someone in danger, always going to be someone that could get hurt, what about you?!” Jake started to pace around the room, raking a fist through his hair with a groan. “¿¡Y nosotros qué!? Are you going to pull this shit every time Khonshu has something we need to do!? You can’t do this to yourself!”
“People need our help Jake, I’m not going to abandon them!”
“I’m not tellin’ you to do that, I just want you to take care of yourself for once!” Jake roared. He marched into the kitchen and grabbed a microwave pasta dinner from the freezer, not particularly caring if it was one Marc liked. 
“What’re you doing?” Marc said as he tossed it in the microwave. 
“I’m feeding us and then we’re going to bed,” Jake snarled. “We’ll find this guy tomorrow.”
“We might not have enough time tomorrow!”
“We definitely won’t have enough energy if we don’t eat and sleep!”
“God, Jake, why the hell can’t you just back off!? I’ve been doing this for years, what’s the big deal now!?”
“I’m fucking worried about you, idiota!” 
Jake slumped into a chair at the dining table, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face with his hands. His head pounded against his eyes like a marching drum, and his stomach rumbled angrily at him. His whole body felt like a ton of bricks, pulling him so far down into a black sea that he couldn’t tell what was up or down anymore. The sound of the microwave felt like pressure in his ears, the inside of his skin itched with exhaustion, and on top of it all he had to convince the person causing all of this that they didn’t need to go through any of it. 
Why couldn’t Marc understand that this only ever hurts him?
“You’re worried about me?” Marc said softly. Jake nodded slowly, closing his eyes. “Why?”
“I fucked up the first time,” Jake muttered. The timer for their dinner went off and he got up to retrieve it. “I let you stay up every night, running around saving people when we were supposed to be resting. I let Steven stress and panic thinking he had a sleeping disorder, let you both feel so completely alone day after day. I let you two do things that I knew hurt you. That’s why it’s a big deal now. I’m worried because you’re hurting yourself. That’s why I’m not letting you do things like this anymore. Not sleeping, not eating, not talking--all the shit is done now. I fucked up the first time, I didn’t protect you two like I should have. I won’t let it happen again.”
He stirred their food for a moment before starting to eat. He relished the warmth spreading through his middle, the comforting weight of food in his stomach that grew with every bite he took. It melted away some of the tension in their shoulders, bringing the anxiety in his heart to a screeching halt. That’s one problem solved, he thought, breathing out a small sigh of relief. 
“This is good,” Marc said quietly. Jake smirked. 
“You haven’t eaten since lunch, I think a cockroach would taste good to you right about now,” he said. 
“I don’t… mean to hurt us,” Marc said. “I just… I forget that we’re okay now. I forget we don’t have to feel like this anymore. I forget that this hurts.”
“I know.” Jake stirred around their food a bit more, trying not to eat too quickly. “But that’s why you gotta listen to me. You can’t fight me every time I try to take care of us. It’s hard enough to be starving and exhausted, I can’t have an argument with you on top of that every time.”
Marc sighed. “Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Está bien. We just need to work on it, that’s all.”
When Jake and Marc finished their dinner, Jake felt somehow even more tired than before, the weight in his stomach adding to his already heavy limbs. 
“Jeez, I didn’t realize how tired I was,” Marc said with a broken down laugh. He yawned and stood up, trudging slowly towards their bed. 
“That’s what I’m here for,” Jake said. “I can notice for ya.” He pulled off their clothes, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. He was just about to fall asleep when Marc spoke again. 
“Jake?” he muttered. 
“Mm?”
“I’ll try to take better care of us. No promises on how well I’ll do, but you don’t have to worry I’ll fight you on it anymore.”
Jake smiled, and rolled their body a little tighter in the blankets. 
“Gracias.” 
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Title: those who have never sought it Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: None. Warnings: Canon level violence. Trauma. Flashbacks of a sort Prompt: @badthingshappenbingo - Killing in Self-Defense @whumpcember - The End is Nigh and Desperation
Peter had just—
He’d killed. He’d activated the Instant Kill Mode.
He remembered asking Mr. Stark exactly what that setting was supposed to do. He’d been going through Karen’s coding in the lab, adding what Ned and he’d figured out for a sort of explosive GPS. They’d thought it might help with the Queens Arsonist.
Mr. Stark had looked solemn. He’d put away the fabricator to come talk to him. “Kid,” he’d said. “I dragged you to Germany. It was wrong of me, incredibly so, but I did. That was … the big leagues. Your groundwork is important, but things like that – they could get you killed.”
Peter had swallowed. He was hardly unaware of mortality. If burying empty coffins for his parents at age six hadn’t driven that lesson in, holding Ben as he bled out on the asphalt certainly had.
 But Mr. Stark’s heavy tone spoke to horrors even beyond those. It reminded Peter of trying to figure out a way to dig a bullet out of himself one of his first weeks Spider-Manning, of being helpless as the Vulture’s claws choked the breath out of him and his vision blurred, of the sad, grave look on May’s face when she lost someone from FEAST or at the hospital, of the dark circles under Ned’s eyes after Peter woke up post two days in a medically induced coma, of inhaling dirt and sobbing desperately as he tried to hold up the collapsed warehouse.
Mr. Stark had clapped a hand on his shoulder tightly. “Instant Kill’s a last resort. It’s ridiculously dangerous, and Karen’s programmed to reflect that. But I’d rather you have that if there’s even the slightest chance it might help you someday.”
And now it was.
And Peter loathed it.
He didn’t want to kill.
It wasn’t that Peter didn’t respect people who he knew had killed. He knew Mr. Stark had killed many terrorists and aliens and blah blah blah. He was an Avenger, and that wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He knew Miss Potts had killed Obadiah Stane and The Mandarin. Daredevil didn’t pull his punches with his villains. Deadpool was a straight up mercenary.
But the whole concept behind Spider-Man was that he showed mercy. He’d sworn before Uncle Ben’s grave that he would never walk past a tragedy he could prevent again.
And killing was always a tragedy. What right did Peter, seventeen-year-old high schooler, have to be judge, jury and executioner? The Vulture was a villain, but he was also Liz’s dad. How many others were like that?
Yet Peter stood now, with the world’s most powerful collection of rocks in his hand, swinging desperately and leaving dead bodies in his wake.
They were aliens, but they were sentient beings. Peter’s animal rights sensibilities brain screamed every time he punched one and one of his pincers killed them.
It’s self-defense, he told himself firmly. I have to do it. Just incapacitating them isn’t enough – they’ll just get back up. I don’t know how quick or well aliens get rejuvenated.
And now that he’d killed once – several times, in fact – he knew the option of killing would never leave his brain. Every time this happened, he would hesitate lesser and lesser to kill.
And the line between hero and villain – especially vigilante and villain, according to certain police officers and newspapers – was very thin.
Overwhelmed by his thoughts and the unending stream of hostiles trying to take the gauntlet, he cried out for help. He had about two seconds to fanboy over Captain America being able to wield Mjolnir and having a nickname for him before chaos reigned once more.
Miss Potts saved his life, and a very nice woman on a Pegasus. Peter rolled over, gasping for breath, trying to hide himself from the enemies who wanted the gauntlet.
This is going to end soon, he told himself. From his perspective, he’d fought at Titan with Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange and the Guardians of the Galaxy just to end up on Earth continuing the fight.
 Dr. Strange had said it’d been five years, but that hadn’t really processed until he saw the older, more ragged version of Mr. Stark staring at him like he was a miracle, cradling his face like he was something precious, holding him like he would never let go, showing emotion in a way he would’ve never allowed himself to just a day – five years ago.
It had to end soon.
Dr. Strange had said that there was only once chance out of 14000605 that they won. This had to be it.
Right?
Anxiety roped through his chest, making it hard to breathe. The stones glinted in the dull lighting and off the blood and dirt. Pretty, he thought absently.
The blue one was obviously the Tesseract – the Space Stone, Dr. Strange had called it. Anybody who had the internet would know that one, after the Battle of New York.
The sandy one – the Mind Stone - he was used to seeing on Vision’s face. He wondered how Thanos had gotten it in the end. It hadn’t been in the Gauntlet on Titan.
The orange one sent chills down his body. He hadn’t known what it was prior to being turned into dust, but he certainly did now. He didn’t know how the others had felt it, but he’d felt his body disintegrating, the Soul Stone pulling him into its void.
The screams around him were intense. As discomposed as he was right now, he could hear everything. Mr. Stark’s repulsors – or were they Miss Potts’ or Colonel Rhodes’ or Princess Shuri’s? The whoosh at Ant-Man expanding or shrinking in size. The whirring in the spaceship above them. The flapping of the Pegasus’ wings. Parts of the Compound still collapsing. Someone asking for the Gauntlet.
Peter gave a strangled laugh. This was what was being fought over. The glove in his hand was one of the most - if not the most powerful - weapons in the universe.
Absurdly, he was reminded of playing Passing-the-Parcel in Abe Brown’s birthday party in third grade. He’d prayed not to get out. He supposed the stakes were just a tad higher in this game.
He heard repulsors whir again, and felt his stomach tighten. What would Miss Potts do if Mr Stark died? What would T’Challa do if Shuri died? What would Mr Stark do if Miss Potts or Colonel Rhodes died?
What would he do if Mr Stark died?
This was going to end soon. It had to.
But how was it going to end? What would happen?
What if Thanos showed up right now and snatched the gauntlet from him? What if the Squidward-lookalike turned up again?
The spaceship above them clanked and tumbled. He heard guns and satellites being loaded in there. What were they aiming at? Was he going to be blown up into the bits of dust and dirt he liked to imagine Ben was still watching him from?
He could know, he realized suddenly. He had a foolproof way right in his hands.
He remembered the way Dr. Strange spasmed while invoking the Time Stone, how he’d looked at Mr Stark and said solemnly that it was the only way before dying. He remembered learning about paradoxes and how knowing the future can sometimes be worse than not. He remembered the gauntlet coming into his hands on Titan, victory slipping through his fingers like fine sand. He remembered begging Mr Stark to save him as he fell apart.
He looked back at the Stones. They glowed tantalizingly.
There was a plan, he thought. Something about a van and a time machine. How could he know better than so many experienced heroes?
But then. He remembered reading about Sokovia. He remembered kneeling in front of Ben as he gasped his dying breaths. He remembered sobbing with desperation and cleaning dirt encrusted blood off his arms later.
He remembered the choked cry the first alien he had killed had let out right before they stopped breathing.
Never again.
He dug out the green glowing Time Stone from the gauntlet, thankful for his super strength, and on an afterthought took the red and purple ones too.
He wanted to change reality, after all. And that would take a lot of power.
He wasn’t sure how to use the stones. Dr. Strange was the time keeper and Thanos had just waved his hand around to use them.
He felt the sheer power, the radiation eating away at his body and spirit. His Spider-sense rang like a bell.
Thoughts, memories, emotions swirled around him in a vortex.
I am never walking past another tragedy I can prevent.
I don’t want to ever kill again.
—And another Parker grave added to the set —
May. Ned. Mr Stark. MJ. They have to be okay.
—And Ben was dying again, his blood spilling over his hands and their clothes and the dirt —
What is going to happen?
—And May was saying “It’s just me and you” —
How do we win?
—And Ned and he were high-fiving as they opened their acceptance letters to Midtown —
W H A T D O I H A V E T O D O
— And Mr Stark was scolding him for being reckless while patching him up as he tried to convince him that building a lightsaber would be a great idea —
H  O  W  D  O  I  M  A  K  E  S  U  R  E
—And Ned was screaming in excitement as he swung from the building and saved someone else from the fire —
I   N   E   E   D   T   O   K   N   O   W
—And he was brushing the spider off after the sudden sting, impatient and wanting to re-join the tour group—
D    O    I    N    E    E   D   T    O    C    H    A    N    G    E     A    N    Y    T    H   I    N   G
—And he’d just accidentally broken down a door and was staring at it in bewilderment—
G     O     O     O     D     M     U     S     T     P     R     E     V     A     I     L
—And MJ was smirking at him right after driving Flash away and tossing him a drawing of him ‘in crisis’—
A     H      A      P      P      Y      E      N     D      I     N     G?
He blinked his eyes open.
His eyelids felt unusually heavy.
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” A voice mused, and suddenly Peter knew who he was and what he was doing there.
“Son of Mary and Richard,” Another voice joined.
“Beloved of Maybelle and Benjamin and Anthony and Edward and Michelle and Morgan,” A third added.
“We hear your request,” All three chorused.
Peter stumbled to his feet, wrung out. He wasn’t sure where the hell he was. He wasn’t sure of anything – least of all how he felt after that rollercoaster of memories and sensations.
“So, you’re going to grant it--?” He asked awkwardly.
The view shook like it was an optical illusion. The part that didn’t was the cemetery – where his parents and Ben were laid to rest. One moment the three were humanoid figures. The next they were large rocks. They glowed the colour of the Infinty Stones.
Peter couldn’t feel his body or his Spidey Sense, but he could somehow tell the one which was speaking was faintly amused. “Why wouldn’t we?”
“It’s opposing the previous thing you did,” he pointed out. “Or – well, I don’t know if it counts because you’re from the past—”
“We are infinity, child,” one said indifferently. “What would that matter?”
“We merely perform the functions for which we were created,” the third said. “Which includes following the orders of the worthy. The Timekeeper – Stephen Strange – proved himself by showing perseverance, accepting the death of his mentor, and mastering the Mystic Arts. Thanos did by being powerful, determined and a leader enough to collect all of us despite the sacrifices and struggles he had to go through. Anthony Stark would have proven himself by being willing to give up everything, through his sheer will and love.”
Mr Stark would have what--?
“What would the nature of the command do to us?” The first one said idly, still sounding amused. “Whatever happens, whatever goes on in the universes – Time, Space, Mind, Power, Soul and Reality remain constant.”
“Though not so much in this case,” The third continued, “You do wish to mold reality, child?”
Peter felt his ghosts pressing into him. It was his mom and dad, teaching him to become who he was, Uncle Ben who handed over the most important lesson of his life, Aunt May who endured and loved, Ned who was steadfast, Mr Stark who understood and equipped. “Whatever it takes.”
They considered him. “So young,” they hissed as one. “To be carrying the burdens of so many.”
And then suddenly Peter wasn’t in that limbo – he was Carol Danvers who felt a smug sense of satisfaction at blowing up the ship and empathy for teenage superhero Peter Parker; he was Steve Rogers who became worthy of Mjolnir and fought to the bitter end and his happy ending; he was Tony Stark who looked over the compound and thought of his family and decided it was worth it; he was May Parker looming helplessly over her nephew as he grieved at the funeral of someone else he loved; he was Morgan Stark as she stared at the stars and grew up; he was Sam Wilson being handed a legacy; he was T’Challa learning to rule a kingdom he’d been absent from five years; he was Yelena Belova and screaming and raging at the unfairness of the world; he was America Chavez traversing one universe after another in search of something she couldn’t name; he was Ned Leeds discovering magic; he was May Parker reinforcing her husband’s lesson; he was Michelle Jones watching helplessly as the boy she loved disappeared from the world and her mind; he was Peter Parker deciding not to involve the people he loved in his mess; he was Johnny Storm agreeing lazily to a trip in space; he was Queen Shuri screaming her grief into the world and meeting T’Challa the second; he was Jane Foster hoping for a cancer treatment; he was Thor looking for life’s meaning again; he was Shang-Chi being sent on the mission that would change life forever; he was Captain Monica Rambeau getting sucked into the Scarlet Witch’s world; he was Jennifer Walters getting powers; he was Wanda Maximoff destroying Mount Wundagore  – he was so many and no one at all at once.
He was Peter Parker crouched in the ditch in the battlefield in the Battle of Earth, Peter Parker at Tony Stark’s funeral, Peter Parker stumbling over his words to confess his feelings to MJ before she pointed out the drone, Peter Parker holding his aunt’s body begging her to wake up, Peter Parker meeting his dimensional counterparts and thinking family, Peter Parker at the Statue of Liberty, Peter Parker kissing Johnny Storm as the world ended, Peter Parker going out in a burst of explosions and glory against Kang. He was all of them and yet someone new.
Peter blinked. His eyelids were surprisingly heavy. His brain tried to reorganize itself from the scrambled mess it had become, hurriedly trying to incorporate the injected memories.
He’d asked what would happen.
He supposed he’d gotten his answer.
“I think you broke the boy,” The perpetually amused one said interestedly.
“I’m fine,” Peter said. He thought his throat would be dry if he could actually feel it. “I. . .”
In the end, it wasn’t all bad. Thanos would die. Kingpin would be defeated as the Vulture was. The Incursion would be prevented. Beyonder, Titania and the others of the alliance would fall. Kang’s reign would be ended. Humanity would push on as it always did, cockroaches in the fabric of reality.
But in the meantime. . . So much suffering. So much pain. So much tragedy that could be prevented.
But what could he do? He was just one person. Sure, he’d been and would be important in fights and confrontations that changed the world, but he couldn’t singlehandedly overturn every single disaster, much less ones of as epic proportions as Thanos and the Alliance and Infinity Ultron and Kang.
“A happy ending,” The apathetic one mulled over the words. “That was your wish. How would you propose that happen?”
“I guess I’ll go back and try to prevent some of the worse things from happening. . .?” Peter volunteered, entirely unenthused about the prospect. How was he supposed to stop Mr Stark from snapping? Or Wanda from going crazy with grief? Or Wilson Fisk from running the mafia?
What even qualified as bad things? Johnny getting his powers had been traumatic, but he’d later helped save the world multiple times and – Peter would’ve blushed if he could’ve. He thought the Human Torch had been happy by the end.  
Peter suddenly felt sick and wished fervently he hadn’t done this. He had no idea what to do or how to resolve any of the numerous moral quandaries he needed to in order to progress. He'd killed. He'd taken life. Surely that should have gotten rid of some of his ethics? 
“Would that give you your happy ending?” The third – the humane - one inquired. “Everyone you care for alive? The world saved?”
Peter was motionless and he felt his Spidey Sense give a long warble before curling down to settle. 
If you expect disappointment, then you can never really get disappointed.
Everyone wants a happy ending, right?
Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin.
Okay, so let ‘em do their thing. You can go work on a fallback plan.
Strong enough to have it all, too weak to take it.
If you’re nothing without the suit, you shouldn’t have it.
You have a gift. You have power. And with great power, there must also come great responsibility.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, resigned.
“’Want me to do’,” The amused one said, savouring each word. “Nothing, boy. But it was your wish to have your happy ending.”
“And that isn’t possible in this timeline,” the humane one continued.
Peter had to agree. He hated it, but he agreed. Even if he snapped right now instead of Mr Stark, EDITH existed and Quentin Beck would want it, the Multiverse would still break but instead of him some poor sorcerer apprentice would be caught up in it, without him around Fisk would be a lot more open with his general shadiness, Shuri would still lose everything, MJ and Ned would still get caught up in some nonsense because they were people with large hearts and a deep intelligence and he wouldn’t be there to save them, and without his sacrifice Kang might be able to get the edge on them.
Peter was one insignificant soul – but in the grand scale of things he did matter.
“So what do I do?”
“You picked up Time, Power and me,” The indifferent one – Reality, apparently – said. “What was your intention there?”
“Um,” Peter said dumbly. “Dr. Strange used the – Time to see the future, which is what I wanted to do. And I wanted to change it if I needed to so Reality – you.”
“And you thought I would be necessary to do that,” The amused one, Power, said.
“Which is fair enough,” Time, the humane one, said. “Since that is what allows us to do this.”
“Do what?” Peter asked, alarm stirring. His Sense gave a light buzz but didn’t tingle, which probably meant this wasn’t going to harm him.
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Power thundered.
“Bearer of the gauntlet,” Time said.
“Holder of Infinity,” Reality announced.
“You will be sent back to your body on the date of May 23rd 2016,” Time glowed oddly at the words.
Peter was still stuck on the point. “Wait – time travel? Like Back to the Future? Or Peggy Sue got married?”
“You did agree that The Battle of the Earth is a point of no return for your happy ending,” Reality pointed out boredly. “The only logical conclusion is to therefore send you to sometime where you can work towards it.”
“Foster better relationships with the other Avengers and diplomacy with alien planets,” Power said, like he – she – they – it? Was ticking items off a list. “Take down Kingpin and Vulture sooner. Stabilize the multiverse.”
“You say that like it’s simple,” Peter said vaguely – but his mind was whirring.
There were so many things he could do better. So much he could make easier for Ned and Mr Stark and Dr. Strange and the Avengers.
The chance to have a do-over was something people would give anything for. Excitement and panic began to build up. Something occurred to him. “Why May 2016? Why – why not before?”
Ben, he thought longingly. Ben had died in January. He could go back. He could - he could save him, apologize to him, see him again—
“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Time said gently. “The day you met Anthony Stark is the day you were set on this path. Your being bitten by the spider and Benjamin Parker’s death are universal constants. Them being changed would be too much too quick.”
Peter swallowed his bitterness and the stinging in his eyes. He supposed his parents’ and Ben’s survival would be too much to ask.
The world is unfair, he thought, remembering MJ telling him she loved him on Liberty Island, the blood and dirt and the light fading from the eyes of Ben and Mr Stark and May, Ned’s desolate eyes when he’d learned his dad’s fate, the way Shuri screamed when her mother died, Johnny’s final supernova, dying in pain and alone without knowing Kang had been defeated, but it’s ours. I have power. Power to change everything, to give us a happier ending. The end is close, but so is a new beginning. I have a responsibility to everyone who doesn’t have that power.
“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath and steeling himself. “I’m doing this.”
“Excellent,” Reality said briskly. “Now—”
“You must choose your companions,” Power said, voice light. “Whom will you choose?”
“W-What do you mean?” Peter asked, thrown off.
“You may choose five companions,” Reality said.
“One for each of us,” Power said.
“I can choose?” he asked, bewildered.
“Your happy ending,” Reality reminded him brightly. “Your choice.”
His happy ending. That had been his final, most fervent wish when handling the Stones. No wonder they were harping on that so much.
Peter wished he could feel his corporeal body, because he really wanted to pinch himself. Aliens, space, Infinity Stones. . . It was hard to believe only a day ago to him he’d been on a field trip to MoMA listening to Flash moan about the horrid bus conditions.
But how the hell could he choose?
He needed people whom he trusted, but who would also be ready to give everything up to save the world.
Peter wasn’t unaware of what he was doing. He may be dazed, but he was a smart kid, as Mr Stark often told him. He was giving up his May, his Ned, his MJ, his Johnny, his Shuri, his Matt, his Wade, the life that would have been his – tragic, sure, but also filled with love and laughter and heroism.
He needed to find people who would have been worse off if this timeline continued.
One choice was instant. He ticked all the boxes, and he was one of the people Peter loved and trusted most in the world. “Mr Stark.”
The Stones gave no sign as to what their opinion of his choice was.
Mr Stark covered the Avengers, and earthly heroes. If he needed to build bridges with aliens and maintain the multiverse, he needed people experienced in that – “Dr. Strange.” He remembered the future he saw for Dr. Strange. He liked America Chavez, from what he’d seen of her, and hoped the doctor would be able to find her sooner.
Two safe ones. Now to shake the boat a bit.
Aliens were harder. He supposed one of the Guardians of the Galaxy would do, but he couldn’t think of how they might have any power over the entirety of space. He considered Thor – Thor, the strongest, the god of thunder, Peter’s bi reveal – but what he needed was someone subtler. Someone sneakier. Someone who practiced magic.
Controversial, but he’d died. Peter thought he could cut him some slack. “Loki.”
Avengers. Aliens. Multiverse. For the street level, though. . . . He needed someone with power on the business side of things. Someone who was strong, who had managed Stark Industries and its trade and resources with other planets and countries for years after becoming a widow. Someone without whom Morgan – Morgan, his beloved little sister – couldn’t exist. “Mrs. Potts.”
Peter suddenly realized he’d already filled four spots. He only had one left. He longed to say May or Ned. May and Ned, who had been there with him since his parents had died nearly a decade ago. May and Ned, the two people whom he loved most in the world. May and Ned, who were invaluable to him, but held no significant power when it came to changing the world.
Peter closed his eyes to prevent the rush of tears. It seemed his physicality could change when he felt devastation. With these words, he was losing his emotional support as he knew them. May would go back to being the fun aunt who had no idea he was Spider-Man. Ned would be the happy-go-lucky best friend, not the traumatized sorcerer and programmer who’d grown with him and faced multiversal dangers.
This is my power. This is my responsibility. The Green Goblin was wrong. I am Spider-Man.
“Shuri.” Shuri, his friend, who had lost everything the way Peter had. She deserved a chance for a do-over too. And she could help advance technology to the level it was in space, and help T’Challa and Mr Stark and Mrs Potts influence the UN and the wider world.
“Wise choices,” Reality said, for once sounding solemn.
“And you did not choose selfishly,” Power observed. “Very well, Peter Parker. The best of luck on your mission. We have fulfilled your desire to the best of our abilities.”
“Your happy ending, your future is now up to you,” Reality said, once more sounding entertained.
 “Selflessness must be rewarded.” Time said. “And so as a final gift: knowledge of the Time Variance Authority. And Edward Leeds.”
Peter’s blood rushed through his head as more knowledge filled it, and simultaneously joy and relief sprung through him. Ned.
The world filled with the colours of infinity.
It looked like the Soul Stone’s realm.
The six people he’d chosen stood in front of him.
“Pete?” Mr Stark asked, sounding confused. “What’s going on?”
Peter straightened with glorious purpose.
My power. My responsibility.
My happy ending.
“We have a mission,” he began.
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Nevermind Harley keener or flash Thompson, what about the fics with Skip westcott. Like let him die already. He serves no purpose, but to bring pain.
i am only semi-familiar with the skip wescott phenomenon in fics (bc i filter my tags prodigiously) b u t you're right that it's icky at best and egregiously offensive at worst how mcu fans bring in his character solely to have tony comfort peter about what happened
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I’ll Follow You Until You Love Me
By Hale13
It still hasn’t quiet soaked in that Peter’s identity is out in the open now. His phone was constantly vibrating, crowds of people were at the base of the Tower all hours of the day and night and MJ and Ned were employing their greatest distraction techniques and it was kind of working.
Now he just needed to figure out how to handle the court of public opinion.
A little public identity reveal gift for my beloved @jenniboo311 in honor of her birthday 💙
Words: 3779, Chapters: 1/1
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Relationships: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones-Watson, Peter Parker & Ned Leeds, Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Michelle Jones-Watson, Ned Leeds, Tony Stark
Sequel to Parting Glass.
For @identity-reveal-bingo prompt Paparazzi (bingo card below cut)
Read on AO3.
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Final Caught Up....
Got all my request caught up so if you want to request a fic here are my current bingo boards that I'm taking request on. If you ask for more than two in a single ask let me know if those are separate fics or together with another fic.
Irondad
Parkner
jph^2
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President Tony Stark just wanted to find a playmate for his son.
For Spideypool Bingo Round 3, prompt - President's Son
@spideypoolbingo
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Bad Things Happen Bingo
Prompt: Tampering with food/drink
1/25 prompts complete
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Career Day
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50475076 by starksvinyls Midtown is hosting a Career Day, and Tony comes to speak as Peter's dad, revealing Peter's identity as his son to Peter's class. Words: 1022, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Peter Parker Bingo 2023 Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Adopted Peter Parker, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), sorry not sorry it's for the irondad, IronDad and SpiderSon, Fluff, Family Fluff, Identity Reveal read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50475076
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It's that time of year again! Here's my 2022 Irondad and Spiderson Holiday Fic Rec List. There are some new fics, some tried and true fics, and some shameless self-promotion! (In order newest to oldest)
🎄 Of Fruit Mince Tarts and Marshmallows by TheJBomb
No Archive Warnings Apply || Not Rated || Posted Dec. 7 2022
One second Peter’s wallowing on his couch and the next Tony is driving him back to the tower for hot chocolate and Christmas movies.
🎄 Candy Cane; Pain or Joy  by inkinmyheartandonthepage @inkinmyheartandonthepage
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Aug. 19 2022
Tony wants this to be the best Christmas party for Peter and bans peppermint from the tower forgetting that Peter isn't allergic.
[this fis is part of the We Forgot Peter series]
🎄 A Christmas Story by Captain_Panda
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Posted Dec. 25 2021
As the lead conductor on the Polar Express, Tony Stark does not need a run-in with a caribou herd on Christmas Eve.
But he does get a Steve out of it.
🎄 The Hottest Toy of the Season by niniblack @niniblack
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Posted Dec. 25 2021
“You got that Iron Man toy, right?” May asks, the night before Christmas Eve.
“Oh,” Ben says. “The action figure. Right. I, um…”
“You did not forget to buy that,” she says, voice firm. “That is the only thing Peter has talked about all month. He is obsessed with that damn flying tin can.”
“I got it,” Ben says. “Of course I got it.” He smiles at her, nodding. “C’mon May, would I forget that?”He totally forgot that.
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A Jingle All the Way AU with the Parkers, circa 2009. Merry Christmas!
🎄 50 Christmas Ornaments My True Love Gave To Me by joyful_soul_collector @joyful-soul-collector
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec 24 2020
It was Christmastime in the Stark-Rhodes-Potts’ household, with Tony, Rhodey, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan all sitting at the table. Jingle Bells was playing quietly in the background, and each one of them was working on decorating a clear plastic christmas bauble, a growing pile of colorful ornaments in the center of the table.
OR
The Iron Family gets carried away making Christmas ornaments, and Peter talks to his dad about asexuality
[This fic is part of the Irondad Oneshots Series]
🎄 Peter Parker's Pickle Predicament  by dontmockmyawkwardness @dontmockmyawkwardness
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec. 19 2020
Peter Parker takes it upon himself to bring Christmas cheer to New York City this year. It's all fun and games until he finds himself in a sticky situation in the middle of Rockefeller Plaza. Can an old man in a red suit fly in and help save Christmas?
🎄 new york's santa by hailfire_73 @hailfire-73
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec. 15 2019
“Are you Santa?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “You really think I have the time to be a glorified cosplayer?”
“I didn’t even think you knew what a cosplayer was…” said Peter, trailing off. He shook his head, refusing to let his mind wander from the topic. “Where do you keep the reindeer? Can I meet them?”
OR
New York City has it's own Santa, and Peter discovers it's Tony Stark, because of course it is.
irondad bingo: holiday
[This fic is part of the irondad bingo series]
🎄 A Tony Stark Carol by Insanus Navicularis (DiDive)
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec. 19 2018
Tony Stark has always hated Christmas and always will, nothing is going to make him change his opinion- not Rhodey, not Pepper, not Peter... or that’s what he thought before the night the spirit of his long dead friend, Yinsen, visted him.
Inspired by a Christmas Carol but it’s actually really different, Tony isn’t an asshole like Scrooge in the first stave of the book.
Warning for swearing. Irondad fluff.
“"God, kid... Peter... I'm so sorry, I love you, I really do, I just don't know how to express it sometimes" he told the kid softly, his face scrunched as he refused to start crying once again during that night.“
🎄 Honorary Parker by parkrstark
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec. 29 2017
Tony lets it slip to Peter that he'll be spending Christmas alone. Peter refuses to let that happen.
...And Last but not least! My Shameless Self-Promotion
🎄 Peter Parker’s December Shenanigans
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec 2019
A collection of related short stories that center around Winter/ChristmasEverything from Advent to New Year’s Eve.
🎄 Secret Sugarplum Spiderling
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec 2020
Peter has been taking ballet for nearly as long as he can remember and all of his hard work has finally paid off. He’s been cast as the Cavelier to the Sugarplum Fairy in his Performing Arts School’s production of The Nutcracker. It’s a big deal and it’s going to take up a good bit of time but… he’s just not sure he’s ready for his mentor to know about that particular hobby just yet.
He’s sure it’ll be fine …
All he has to do is show up at the studio on time, keep his grades up, make sure to see Tony on a regular enough basis that he doesn’t worry and try to squeeze in some patrolling in between. It’s that simple. Right?
❄️ Holiday Traditions
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec 2020
When a brief misunderstanding leaves Morgan thinking that Peter doesn’t like Christmas, Peter decides that it would be fun to teach her more about Hanukkah. In order to do so, he and May invite the Starks’ to share in some of their holiday traditions.
🎄 Well, Merry Sickmas, I Guess
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Posted Dec 2021
Peter is sick, Christmas is right around the corner and May had no idea how to help him. Naturally they end up in Tony’s medbay. It doesn’t take long for Peter to be diagnosed with nothing more than some mild dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. However, knowing she can’t take Peter to just any hospital should things go downhill, leaves May feeling a little nervous.…And that’s how Peter and May end up spending the holiday with Tony Stark in his Penthouse apartment.
And remember! If you read any of the above-mentioned fics, please be sure to let the author know how much you enjoyed their work! Kudos and comments are always appreciated!
Be on the lookout for my 2022 Christmas fic, Merry Stitchmas! I'm sure I'll be posting it soon!!
[Peronsally, I love knowing my older fics are still being found, read, and loved!]
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Irondad Bingo: Post Endgame
TW: Hospitalisation, Mention of Uncle Ben's passing.
It had been days, weeks even.
Days and days of sitting there on that ridiculously uncomfortable plastic chair in the equally uncomfortable white room, nothing to alert the occupants to anything going on in the outside world other than the beeping of monitors and the bustling of nurses every hour.
Days and Days of sitting and staring at his mentor’s face, desperately trying to ignore the world that was trying to heal around them and instead only staring at the pale unmoving blankness.
Peter would occasionally reach out, just wanting to place his hand on the man’s wrist, to comfort himself in his pulse but would find nothing there, only the cold sanitary bedsheets, the panic, the memory and then the emptiness.
He would never forget that memory, staring at the fear in his father-figure’s eyes as he stood up to Thanos, brandishing a weapon he had no idea how to use but willing to try anyway, to risk his life for everyone, for something that might not even work.
It was… It was like Ben. But Ben had died and Tony didn’t. Peter wouldn’t let him. He’d drag him back from the Netherworld itself before he would ever let Tony leave his family, an option he’d never had with his late uncle.
He hadn’t looked his aunt in the eyes yet, he couldn’t handle it, couldn’t handle the look that was sure to be on her face. He couldn’t handle a lot these days but everytime he allowed himself to sleep he could face them, Tony there by his side.
“C’mon, Mr Stark…” His voice sounded pitiful even to his own ears, hoarse from thirst and raw with the pain of old tears.
With a trembling hand, he reached out, pale fingers tracing over the rim of the cold arc reactor that had been placed back in his mentor’s chest, a symbol of hope that didn’t seem too strong anymore.
He focused his senses, focusing in on Tony’s heartbeat like he’d done so many times before, arrhythmic but strong.
With a new determination earned only from the signs of life, he settled back in the old chair. Nothing was going to happen to his mentor, even if he had to wait years for him. He’d be here.
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Heroes on Heroes
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I hadn't done an @idk-bruh-20 prompt in a while, so I went way back to the early ones and picked one that was completely different than anything I've done.
So this is for them, for all the wonderful prompts they've collected that I've gotten to use!
Heroes on Heroes has been asking for an Iron Man/Spider-Man interview for some time, and Pepper finally granted it.
Also fill the Irondad-Bingo-2023 BLACK card: Lights, Camera, Action.
[As the lights come up, we see three men seated with their chairs in a triangle formation. They are all wearing business casual, but only one of them seems comfortable. Tony Stark, Iron Man, is on the right, looking a little resigned, a professional half-smile on his face. He looks completely relaxed in his gray suit, button up, and tie, and his posture is casual. Across from him, looking excited but anxious, is Peter Parker. His identity as Spiderman is relatively new information, and he hasn’t done many interviews since that knowledge became public.  He’s wearing dark slacks with a sport coat over a white button-up, which is open at the top. He looks older than his actual age, but not nearly as comfortable as the older superhero. In between the two well-known public figures is Scott Lang, who is helpfully wearing an Ant-man tie with his suit, which seems to be itching uncomfortably. He has a big smile pasted on his face, and is holding a stack of white cards.]
Scott Lang: Welcome, everyone! I know, this is unusual for this show to have three superheroes up here instead of two, but this is an unusual pair. Unfortunately I won’t be answering any questions of my own today, just leading the discussion.
[Stark raises an eyebrow at Lang, and exchanges a glance with Parker, both of their mouths quirking slightly at some inside joke.]
Lang: You might be wondering why this interview is happening in a more traditional format than the two heroes asking each other questions. An Iron Man/Spiderman interview has been the leading request for months now, ever since the Batman/Superman interview finally happened. While that one was basically just a bunch of cryptic exchanges, the problem with this set of heroes was a little closer to home. Isn’t that right, Tony?
Tony Stark [looking bored, but not actually annoyed]: Get on with it Lang. We’ve got reservations.
Peter Parker: Where are we eating, Mr. Stark?
Stark: We'll talking about it later. Let’s knock this out first.
Lang: So… yeah. Usually these interviews are the heroes asking each other a bunch of questions to get to know each other better, which has been a really fun format. I mean, who can forget the Black Widow/Green Lantern interview? Or the Ant-man/Nightwing one? [He pauses to smile widely at the camera]
Stark: Lang.
Lang: Oh, sorry. But the reason this took so long to schedule was because these two particular heroes are already pretty familiar with each other. Wouldn’t you say that’s right, Peter?
Parker: Well, considering Mr. Stark’s been mentoring me in his lab and as a superhero for like three years now, yeah. I’d say we know each other pretty well.
Lang: That’s fantastic! Just, wow. But our viewers still have questions, so I’m here to ask those, even if you don’t have any for each other.
[He pauses, smiling in turn at each superhero. Parker is perched on the edge of his chair, looking ready for a question. Stark is propping his cheek up with an elbow on his chair, and uses his other hand the gesture Lang to continue.]
Lang: Tony, I think we have a good idea of why you created Iron Man, but what was it that has kept you at it all these years? I mean, it’s got to wear on you.
Stark: Are you calling me old?
Lang [looking nervous all of a sudden]: Uh, no, of course not, I just--
Stark: Relax, Lang. I am old. And probably the only reason I’m still suiting up regularly is because of this guy over here. [He nods towards the younger superhero.] Someone has to keep an eye on him, or he’ll either accidentally take over the world, or die trying to save a cat or something.
Parker [rolling his eyes]: Oh, c’mon, Mr. Stark. You know neither of those are true. And you do it because you like the thrill. You enjoy the missions.
Stark: Keep tellin’ yourself that, kid.
Lang: Okay. Uh, let’s move on. Peter, how do you feel it has shaped you as a superhero to have Mr. Stark to look up to and get advice from?
Parker: Oh, you know. Pretty much anything he did, I just made sure to do the opposite, and things have turned out pretty good for me so far.
Stark [sitting up a little and shooting a glare, or possibly a smirk, at the younger hero] : Why you little--
Lang: Let’s make sure we’re using viewer-friendly language, Mr. Stark! [he laughs nervously] Um, for the next question, Peter, what would you say has been one of the biggest perks of having your powers?
Parker: Um, I like being able to help people. Having been the one needing help a lot of my life until I got my abilities, I really love being able to step in and make things better for the little guy. 
Lang: And what would you say is one of the harder parts of your job? 
Parker [fidgeting] : Um, the opposite. When I can’t help people, I guess. When I can’t save them. [The younger hero looks pretty affected, and Lang clears his throat, switching his focus to Stark, who is unsubtly glaring at him.]
Lang [voice cracking a little]: Um, Tony? The viewers want to know what your workout routine looks like.
Stark: Really? That’s what they’re asking? Uh, for cardio I box, usually, or we spar. If I don’t stay on top of my game there, Nat really enjoys wiping the floor with me. Weights twice a week when we’re not on missions.
Lang: Nat. That’s the Black Widow for viewers who may be unaware. [He straightens up and puffs his chest out just a little.] Peter, what about you? What’s your workout routine?
Stark: Don’t ask him. He doesn’t even have to work out to stay in shape. I swear, hanging out with the super soldiers and this kid is giving me a complex.
Parker [sputtering] : I work out!
Stark: Doing what, kid? Bench-pressing city buses?
Parker: I swing, like a lot. It’s hard work!
Stark: Yeah, it sounds like it, with all the whooping you do during it.
Parker: I do not “whoop.”
Stark: Sure you don’t.
Lang: Uh, if I may… Along with that, do you find that eating a certain way helps you stay in shape so you’re ready for all these world-ending disasters?
Stark [looking bored again]: Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think? And just normal stuff. I like a good steak, but I try to eat vegetarian a lot, and get as many good foods in as I can. Of course it makes a difference.
Parker: Smoothies. You drink smoothies. That’s about it, as far as health food, Mr. Stark.
Stark: We’ve talked about this. I can fit more nutrition in one smoothie than you usually do in a week of fast food and pizza, so you don’t get to judge how I--
Parker: It’s not my fault I need so many calories! Do you know how many of your disgusting smoothies I’d have to drink in a day to get what I need, it would--
Stark: Would it kill you to drink one ? I just want to see a few vegetables on your plate every once in a while. Just because you have a super metabolism doesn’t mean you should--
Lang [looking flustered, interrupting]: Heeeey! Um, let’s maybe move on to the next question. Peter, the viewers are curious if your powers might be inheritable. Have you done any research on that, and come up with any hypotheses? [He squints at the paper.] Is that right? Hypothesises? Hypothesae?
Parker [obviously nonplussed]: Um…
Stark: Pretty personal there, Lang, especially since he’s technically still a minor. Let’s skip that one.
Lang: Oh. What about you, then? [He stares expectantly at Stark]
Stark [staring blankly at Lang]: Are you asking if my Iron Man abilities are inheritable?
Lang: Oh. I guess that doesn’t… doesn’t make too much sense.
Stark: No, not really. But if you mean my ability to create the kind of tech I do, then I guess so. 
[Lang beams at his answer, though he still looks confused, then tilts his head, looking back and forth between the two superheroes.]
Lang: You guys aren’t uh, like related or anything, right? Because you do kinda look alike, and I know you’ve said Peter here can keep up with you in your lab, right? I swear that was one of the questions… [He starts rifling through his papers, while Stark looks quizzically at him.]
Stark: Unfortunately, no. You think I’d keep that a secret? 
[Parker just shakes his head and smiles slightly at Stark while Lang looks at the next card.]
Lang: Peter, you aren’t officially an Avenger just yet, right?
Parker [sighing] : My aunt won’t let me. She said we’d talk about it after I graduate. [He looks unimpressed, but Stark looks satisfied, somehow.]
Lang: Are there any other new members, perhaps, waiting in the wings? That’s not a question from me, because obviously I’d be in the know, but from the public.
Parker: Well, I guess there’s--
Stark: Buh-buh-buh-buh! Stop talking, junior. Spoilers! [Then, to Lang:] If you’re in the know as much as you say you are, you know you should have thrown that question out yourself. Next!
[Lang shuffles through the cards, looking nervously for a safer question.]
Lang : Peter, what made you decide it was best to keep your identity a secret for so long, when none of the other big superheroes have secret identities?
[Stark gives Parker a look, raising his eyebrows, but Parker shakes his head, and prepares to answer.]
Parker: Well, I wasn’t a big superhero, you know? I was just a little guy, doing little things, and I wasn’t an adult, obviously, and… I just wanted to try to live my life normally, you know? And I didn’t want any bad guys I made mad coming after my family or friends. I didn’t have a good way to protect them at the time, unless I was with them.
Lang: That makes sense. [He seems to realize something.] Hey, how did that work with all the minor versus adult stuff? [He looks at Stark] Whoooooaaaa, did you know he was a minor when you recruited him for that Germany stuff? Because--
Stark: Seriously, Lang. They’re going to have to edit this out. Watch your mouth, Ant-guy. And yes, I did know Peter was a minor. It’s all kind of complicated, and it’s all been worked out, but Germany is not a public topic, according to like seventeen government agencies. [He raised his eyes and voice to the side.] Make sure that gets taken out.
Lang [looking flustered and sheepish] : Uh, I … just a minute, I don’t know what--
Stark: Hey. You’ve got this. You’re doing fine. Before you ask a question, though, give it a moment’s thought, okay? And don’t stray from the cards again, yeah? The legal department’s at least vetted those.
Lang: Right. Okay. [He takes a deep breath and picks another card.] So, Tony, is it easier to work with Spider-Man, when it’s obvious that he lacks in experience, and you probably worry about him a little bit, or easier to work with more experienced heroes who you’re maybe not as familiar with?
[Parker looks a little put out at this question, but Stark shoots him a quelling look and he sits back and takes a deep breath.]
Stark: I’d choose to work with Pete any day of the week. Not only can we anticipate what the other is going to do, but he’s crazy-overpowered and ridiculously talented. Great instincts, most of the time, and he’s fantastic at coming up with off-the-cuff plans that usually work.
Parker [obviously flustered at the praise] : Uh, yeah. I’d rather work with him too.
Lang [glancing back and forth between the two] : Uh… yeah. Okay, then. Next question. Um… What do you like to do when you’re not superhero-ing? [He looks at Parker expectantly.]
Parker: Is that for me? Uh… with Tony, or by myself?
Lang: Either?
Parker: Well, I guess I like hanging out with my friends. I do Acadec, uh, I mean Academic Decathlon, and we still like to build Legos and have movie nights and normal friend stuff. But otherwise, I’d say most of my free time is spent in the lab with Tony.
[Lang looks surprised, but then remembrance floods his face.]
Lang: Oh, that’s right. You actually intern with him, too, don’t you? Hey, how many times have you guys blown stuff up? [This is directed at Parker, but Stark answers.]
Stark [smirking]: Accidentally, or on purpose? 
Parker [whining]: Tony. [Then to Lang:] I plead the fifth.
Stark [rolling his eyes] : That doesn’t work in interviews, Pete. Just in court.
[Parker sighs and folds his arms over his chest, obviously still choosing not to answer.]
Lang: We only have time for one more question. [He looks down at his papers.]
Lang: Peter, you first. If you could go back, and somehow avoid the circumstances that gave you your powers, and just live an ordinary life, would you do it?
Parker: Well, some days, I think I would have said yes. Sometimes it’s really hard, and I just want to be normal. And I’ve seen a lot of things I’d rather not see. Sometimes it’s been a little too much, and I have wished I could be a normal teenager. [He exchanges a glance with Stark, who looks a little sad, and raises his eyebrows minutely at the boy. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anyone else around them.]  
Parker [glances back at Lang]: But then I think about all the people I have been able to help, and I’m glad. And I think about the people I’ve met and been able to work through while doing all this superhero stuff. [He looks at Stark and smiles.] And I wouldn’t give that up for any kind of normal life.
Lang [smiles at Parker, then looks at Stark]: What about you?
Stark [He has a slight smile on his face after Parker’s answer] : Me? I’m not enhanced. 
Lang: I mean, if you could go back and decide to become Iron Man again, or not, considering all you’ve gone through, would you still do it? 
Stark [face turned to Lang, but eyes fixed on Parker, whose head is tilted curiously.]: Absolutely. No question. For all the same reasons. 
[The two superheroes ignore Lang, appearing to have a conversation with their faces instead.]
Lang: So, ugh, thanks for coming I guess, Iron Man, and Spider-Man. It’s been great having you on Heroes On Heroes. 
Stark: We’re good then? [He claps his hands on his thighs and stands up quickly.] C’mon kid, we don’t want to be late.
Parker [has taken off his mic, but is still close enough for it to pick up]: Where are we going? I’m starving! 
Stark [is in the midst of leaving, so his voice is quiet] : Le Grenouille. Pep’s meeting us there.
Parker: French food? No, seriously? I wanted pizza!
Stark: And I’ve told you, you really need to expand your palette, because… [sound fades away as they leave the room.]
Lang: We’re done, right? Can I take this mic off now? I mean, if there’s another interview you want me to do, I’m totally up for it. Or maybe tomorrow?
Camera person: We’re done. You can just leave it there on the chair.
Lang: Oh, okay. I’ll just do that. Whoops! I dropped it. Is that okay? I think it’s fine. I’ll just put it right here.
[Scene cuts to black.]
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Trope: platonic soulmates
born to cherish
Everyone has two soul-mates whose thoughts are written on your hands. Your platonic soul mate on your right. Your romantic soul mate on your left.
But Tony's always known he's impossible to love.
He only gets one.
Until Peter.
Irondad Bingo Prompt: Soul-Mate AU
. . . . .
lost and found
People lose things all the time, keys, toys, favorite socks. It happens, it’s just a part of life. But sometimes, these lost items make their way to soulmates. It’s a phenomenon as old as civilization itself. You lose your favorite hair tie, and poof, it just appears near your soulmate for them to find and eventually return. Romantic or Platonic, it’s expected that everyone stumbles over some of their soulmate's lost items here and there. Some people just end up waiting longer than others.
Or: The platonic soulmate AU where Tony and Peter find and hold onto a lot of each other’s stuff over the years.
. . . . .
nice to be you
"Heart fluttering, Peter padded over to the sink with his gaze fixed on the floor. After a moment of psyching himself up, he looked up at the mirror. 
And froze.
What the—what the—there was no way—
Tony Stark’s face stared back at him, eyes widened in shock."
Soulmate au where, on the day you turn fifteen, you wake up in your soulmate’s body for the day. Tomorrow is Peter’s birthday, and he is not prepared for the face he is going to wake up to.
. . . . .
soft hearts, electric souls
There’s only one rule about soulmates… just one: everyone has to find out about their soulmate for themselves. Even triads. Tony and Pepper have always thought the missing piece to their triad soulmark would be their firstborn child. That’s just how it works. That is until Tony sees Peter’s soulmark after the fight in Germany, and realizes their missing soulmate is Peter. NOT STARKER. This is a PLATONIC soulmate AU.
OR
The Rogues all think Peter is a delinquent and a drug dealer. They tell Pepper that Peter is dangerous. Tony’s doing his best to take care of this kid he just found out is his soulmate, and is trying to figure out how Pepper is going to figure out that Peter is her soulmate too when she’s afraid to spend time with him.
. . . . .
teleportation
For some reason, Tony Stark is stuck with a baby that seems to teleport to him at seemingly random times.
He's definitely not warming up to this spit gurgling, chubby cheeked cesspool of germs.
He's not.
. . . . .
these words written on my wrist
In a world where you're entrusted with your soulmates private thoughts on your wrist at all times, Tony is heartbroken to find his own wrist empty.
He is markless. A man with no soulmate.
With a hardened heart, he attempts to reconcile his life the best way he can.
Until the night he doesn't have to. Until the night he discovers he does have a soulmate.
. . . . .
written in blue
Society had come a long way with how they viewed soulmarks, both platonic and romantic, but the stigma from the past still remained.
People clung to the old belief that the more marks you had, the more fractured your soul actually was. People with multiples were thought to be marked by the devil. The greatest of the world's evils had been done by people who carried less than five.
Peter had seven and he didn't know what that meant for him.
Will he be able to overcome his fears and begin to let people in?
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fluff or hurt/comfort fics
masterlist here
what do i look like to you, a clearance rack? by peterstank for ArdenSkyeHolmes221
It happens once and then it keeps happening. It starts with a hoodie, and then slowly Tony is sacrificing more and more items of clothing in the name of a clumsy, irresponsible Spider-Baby with no sense of self preservation.
But honestly, he can’t bring himself to mind.
or: 5 times Peter steals Tony’s clothes + the 1 time they share.
Long Term Borrowing by ironfamjam
Okay, so maybe Peter has a collection of Tony's shirts. And maybe he was probably supposed to return them at some point. But he'd get around to it. Eventually. He refuses to call it theft.
Except that it probably totally is.
Or, 5 times Peter wears Tony's shirt and the 1 time Tony wears his.
Irondad Bingo Prompt: Peter Wears Tony's Sweatshirt
Mission Accomplished by Chaeyoung26090
It's Tony Stark's birthday. Peter Parker is in dilemma. One conversation with FRIDAY and he gets the best birthday present idea ever. The only question is, will he be able to do it?
For Want of a Dad (in need of a son) by GhostInTheBAU
“So, have you given the camping trip any more thought?” Ned asks, and he groans internally at the change in subject.
He'd much rather go back to talking about his non-existent love life, thanks.
The trip is during spring break—a four day long trek out into the wilderness, camping and hiking and gathering who even knows what, learning all about nature and the great outdoors.
But the real kicker?
It's an event specifically designed for fathers and their sons, which is something Peter doesn't have, and something he will never be.
Not again.
—————
Or: Peter longs to have a deeper relationship with his mentor, a more meaningful connection; but he's managed to convince himself that the only reason Tony Stark spends any time with him at all is purely because of his enhancement.
Because of Spider-Man.
Special Express Delivery by endlessnepenthe
"Peter. Where is your assignment?"
“I…” Peter stares unblinkingly into the depths of his backpack. “I don’t have it,” he says, voice soft with bewildered disbelief.
Tony Stark, Chaperone Extraordinaire by CaptainStarSong
After Aunt May has to cancel last minute on being a chaperone for Peter's school trip to Liberty Science Center, Tony Stark (Good Dad™) steps in to save the day. (Featuring adorable Cotton Top Tamarins, Flash being put into his place, and slightly awkward but honestly trying Tony Stark.)
Safety Net by baloobird
Peter hates when Tony drags him to meetings, but he soon figures out the real reason why his mentor does so.
The Hoodie™ by coconutknightshade
The one in which Tony overhears Peter telling his roommate that the MIT hoodie he's wearing is his dads. The one in which Peter never plans to call Tony 'dad' to his face but the universe has other plans.
peter wearing tony's hoodie by killerqueenwrites
Tony’s used to his clothes going missing. His MIT hoodie doesn’t often leave his closet, though, which is why he notices its absence straight away. There’s a lifetime of safety and comfort in this old hoodie, for both of them, and that’s all Tony could ever wish to give Peter.
Apartment 43B by ironfamjam
After Peter gets stabbed clean through, he knows he can't let May see. His genius plan? Sneak into his best friend's apartment and clean himself up.
The problem?
It's the wrong apartment.
Enter Tony Stark, the ex-CEO that disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago, armed with his handy little first aid kit, custom made coffee machine, and witty anecdotes.
Somehow, the breaking in becomes a habit.
Irondad Bingo Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
blackmail material (or, a picture for tony's office) by KiwisAndTea
May Parker (4:43): guess whos sporting a new iron man shirt
In which May is a tease and Tony just wants to see these mythical shirts, but he gets more than he bargained for.
if lost please return to iron man by KiwisAndTea
It happened like this:
Peter took one look at his shirt and laughed until there were tears spilling out of his eyes, and Tony was not about to let him get away with it.
-
Part 2 of the t-shirt series, but it is not necessary to read the other one first.
one of us is going to have to change by KiwisAndTea
Turns out, Peter and Pepper have the same shirt. (Tony is Conflicted™).
-
Part 3 of the t-shirt series, but it is not necessary to read the others first.
peter's favorite shirt (is also tony's favorite shirt) by KiwisAndTea
The billionaire gives him an easy smile, one that suggests he knows exactly what is going through the boy's head, before his gaze drifts down and his smile grows. A lot. And it's- it's weird. Not bad weird, but he's definitely never seen that one before, and Peter likes to think he's seen them all by now.
And shoot, he didn't drop something on his shirt, did he? That would be super embarrassing.
It's clean - thank god - but his heartrate spikes into Dangerous anyway because, oh yeah, he's wearing that shirt. The shirt Ned got him for Christmas. The shirt that's one of his new favorites. The shirt he won't wear if he knows May or Happy or Mr. Stark would see it.
-
Part 4 of the t-shirts series, but you do not need to read the others first.
welcome wagon by KiwisAndTea
It's been one month, twenty-nine days, and nine hours since anyone has heard from Tony Stark. or, Peter and Pepper worry. - Part 5 of the t-shirts series, but it is not necessary to read the others first.
Secret Sugarplum Spiderling by happyaspie
Peter has been taking ballet for nearly as long as he can remember and all of his hard work has finally paid off. He's been cast as the Cavelier to the Sugarplum Fairy in his Performing Arts School's production of The Nutcracker. It's a big deal and it's going to take up a good bit of time but... he's just not sure he's ready for his mentor to know about that particular hobby just yet.
🎄🩰❄️He's sure it'll be fine ... ❄️🩰🎄
All he has to do is show up at the studio on time, keep his grades up, make sure to see Tony on a regular enough basis that he doesn't worry and try to squeeze in some patrolling in between. It's that simple. Right?
gucci by babochu
So of course, three months later, after the initial ‘frenzie’- after Peter had bought him a Spider-Man shirt as a gag gift for his birthday, he hadn’t meant to push it any further.
But he did.
or
In which Tony wears a Spider-Man shirt to an event and chaos ensues.
I Will Soften Every Edge by losingmymindtonight for Bean_reads_fanfic
“You’re telling me,” he swallowed, “that my body thinks I’m Peter’s dad?” “And it has prepared itself for parenthood in response, yes.” -- After a simple brain scan, F.R.I.D.A.Y. reveals something that Tony already knew, but may not have been ready to accept. Luckily, Peter's always there to help him re-find his footing.
This B.S. Better Be Worth It by losingmymindtonight
Originally, Tony's plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester. He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.
Happy Father's Day Mister Stark, Have a Hallmark Card! by AndromedianExistence
Peter buys Tony a Father's Day card and it goes downhill from there.
Rest Your Weary Head, Child (Forever On My Shoulder) by Buckets_Of_Stars
When Peter's study group ends up staying out later than expected, the result is as unsurprising and enduring as Tony could possibly imagine.
Or: Peter is tired and wants to cuddle his Dad.
Sweater Paws and Sweet Pancakes by Buckets_Of_Stars
When Tony woke up one early Saturday morning, he never expected to be bombarded by feelings while making his sleepy son pancakes.
But that’s exactly what happens.
Coincidental by spideywriting (catch_you_later)
The first time he walked into the cold spot, he thought it was a weird happenstance. A coincidence.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Strange, spooky things are happening in Tony's lab and he's woefully unprepared for what follows.
(Or, the fic where Peter haunts Tony's lab and Tony can't help but adopt the adorable ghost kid.)
You're The Best, Dad! by protectbucky
‘What do you mean what’s wrong? I called you ‘dad’ yesterday and Clint made a T-shirt about it, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?’
The billionaire’s face was so soft Peter felt like he could explode. He wanted to bang his head against the table again. He couldn’t comprehend that Mr. Stark was really not getting it.
‘So is it the ‘dad’ part or the T-shirt part?’
‘Mr. Stark, what the fuck?’
Get Out of Jail Free Card by Anarchyduck
Tony gets the warning that the kid is in a bad mood, but when Peter enters the lab, he seems fine?
He'll have to coax the answer out of the kid. Ugh.
shake and shiver by OnlyForward
tony has a panic attack in the middle of an avengers meeting after a fight where something triggering happens. no one notices...except peter.
whumptober prompt 7: the way you shake and shiver
Superhero Pajamas by the Spider-Man alt (counterclaw)
“There’s nothing to explain,” Tony grinned as he set his tablet down on the coffee table. “Oh, man. If Iron Man himself were here to see those…”
“That’s the worst part,” Peter grumbled, though there was no hard edge to his voice. “He is.”
I've Got A Feeling... by AimAim94
Peter flopped onto the couch in the penthouse, “Can you stay home tonight? I’ve got a weird feeling, Dad.”
Tony adjusted his tie while he waited for Pepper to leave for the gala they were throwing, “I really need to be there, Bub.”
Peter nodded, “But I think something is wrong.”
stolen stares by Brentinator
"Well, what about Lisa in accounting? She gives me candy bars."
"I'm not taking an accountant to a gala just because she fuels your candy addiction." Tony rolled his eyes as Peter tossed a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
My gift for @galaxychocolateisme on Tumblr
Turn My Day From Good To Great by SuperHeroTiger for Malya
When Tony invited Peter to the tower for 'official internship training' out of the blue one day, the teen had to admit he was a little suspicious. Tony was a strange person. A creature of habit and somehow unpredictable all at once, a paradox that would forever throw Peter for a loop, he was sure. Whatever Tony had planned for Thursday, Peter had the feeling he wasn’t getting out of it no matter how hard he fought it. And so, with a lazy shrug, he figured he might as well settle in for the ride.
But then why were there so many children running around Stark Industries? And why did everyone keep looking at him with these soft eyes whenever he stood beside Tony? What on earth did Tony plan to put him through today?
...
AKA Tony brings Peter to 'Take your kids to work day'! Only problem is, he hasn't told Peter that just yet... (Gift to Malya for the Friendly Neighbourhood Exchange!)
This Feels Right, So Stay A Sec by ErrorInLoading
The boy immediately froze.
He did not just...
Call Tony Stark...
Dad.
Irondad Bingo #15: Peter Calling Tony 'Dad'
Cosplay And Confusion by The_Mishamigo
Peter goes to Avengers Con dressed as his idol, Tony Stark. Not expecting to win, he enters the cosplay competition because of his best friend Ned’s insistence.
Tony ends up inviting him to the compound. Secrets and misunderstandings ensue.
my empty soul is ringing with the sound of your voice by fairyScorpicus for S0lstice, FerretShark, coconutknightshade
“I noticed.”
--- 5 Times Tony listened to Peter's voicemails... and 1 Time He Didn't
---------------------------------------------------------- "A voicemail?" Tony glanced up to the nearest speaker in the ceiling automatically in his incredulity. "Do I even have any voicemails? Doesn't Pepper take of those?"
"Peter Parker leaves quite a few voicemails for Happy, which are currently unread," FRIDAY adds, and Tony smiles despite himself.
"Did Happy put you up to this?"
So High Above by SpaceCowboysFromMars
Tony is just starting to come to terms with his undeniably parental feelings towards his young mentee, when Peter's real father suddenly reappears in his son's life with promises and vows that Tony can't help but question.
Tony is absolutely, totally, 100% not jealous.
Right?
Rebirth by art_deco_deity
She supposes that it's just one week, but for Pepper it feels more like a glimpse of the future; or, how Peter comes to stay at the Tower for a week and how Pepper comes to change her mind about the child Tony dreamt up.
The Best Hands Are Our Own by spagbol99
The kid is acting off.
Tony Stark isn't sure when it became his problem to fix it.
Peter hasn't been himself for a few weeks. Passing out, falling asleep on the job and now mouthing off. Will Tony figure out what is going on before Peter takes it too far?
Febuwhump Prompts: 'hey, hey, this is no time to sleep' and 'don't look'. Chosen for me by the lovely Penguinmediamogul.
5 Times Peter Accidentally Stuck to Something by Call_Me_Coley for LittleMissAgrafina
And the one time he meant to.
PROMPT: Peter has a habit of accidentally getting himself stuck to things or things stuck on him cuz spidey powers and sleepiness, injuries, and emotions don't always mix too well with sticky spidey abilities - which Tony finds amusing.
Please be warned this is all pure fluff until a little hurt in the last chapter!
The Birds and The Bees by Winterturtle
“Oh. Okay. That’s good then.” Tony reached for his cup and took a long sip, tension bleeding from his shoulders. So, the kid hasn’t suddenly decided to ditch him. He was just being a teenager, doing teenager-y things and spending time with his—
Wait…
Tony spat out the coffee.
“His what?!”
~~~ Prompt: Could you maybe do a fic where Tony finds out about Peter and Mj without Peter telling him. Like maybe he walks in on them kissing or May just casually says “his girlfriend” or and Tony’s like “excuse me WHOS girlfriend
A Far Green Country by madasthesea
He just wanted Peter to be happy. More than anything in the world, he wanted Peter to be happy.
Oh, Tony thought as that realization sunk down into the pit of his stomach and took root.
I love him.
School's Start by happyaspie
Summer is over and Peter is ready to start classes but he has some reservations about being in school all day long after a very active summer. So, he goes to Tony because he's pretty sure the man knows everything...
Cue a late-night conversation that somehow leads Tony to questions what exactly he's done to earn himself such a good kid... a kid at all really... like, when did he become a dad?
Green, Red, and Blue by maroonweb
One lab caught his attention, a small kid with curly brown hair and brown eyes stared at Tony through the window.
"What the hell?" He asked before realizing he looked familiar and remembered his conversation with Pepper about the new interns.
Tony gave a small wave and the kid, Peter he remembered, blushed before turning back to his work.
"Oh hell no." Tony Stark was not to be ignored. Especially not by children.
"Fri, open lab 207."
The Morning Will Come (and the dream stealing your sleep will end) by Winterturtle for SuperHeroTiger
After a tragic incident, Peter Parker is left orphaned for the second time in his life. With no one else to take him in, Peter decided not to take his chance on foster care. Living in an abandoned building and the crows as his only company, the young hero is doing his best to maintain the illusion of a happy kid in front of Mr. Stark - one of the two remaining links to his past, happier life.
Look, technically, Peter wasn’t lying. It was just that Mr. Stark has never asked specifically.
On the Outside; Always Looking In by Chara426
Peter is excited to spend the weekend with his mentor and father figure: Tony Stark.
If only he can get past security.
My Comfort by inkinmyheartandonthepage
When Peter first came to live with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, they had taken him to Build-A-Bear.
Peter forgets him stuffed animal at the Tower and races to get it before anyone can find it.
sleep well, bambino by LittleMissAgrafina
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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Comfortember Day 6. Exhaustion + 17. Falling Asleep On Someone
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TSB Round 7 Roundup - Week 7!
It's double sevens (week 7 of round 7), and we have some excellent fills below for you all to check out!
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Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: R3 - anthropomor-fic Title: A World Where People Like Me Don't Have To Hide Link: Tumblr Pairings: na Word Count: na (moodboard) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Shifter Verse, Prejudice, Cat!Tony Summary: In a timeline where shifters are an oppressed minority, Tony Stark struggles to balance his roles as part of a team that defends against their backlash, and a shifter himself.
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Collaborator: illogicalkat Card Number: 7009 Square Filled: K5 - IronDad Title: Movie Night Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Word Count: 1041 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Meet the parents Summary: It's movie night, and Tony is meeting his daughter's partners.
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Collaborator: trekkingaroundasgard Card Number: 1003 Square Filled: S5 - bed sharing Title: A Bed Big Enough for Two Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony Stark x GN!Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Avenger!reader, mentioned unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking, medication and substance abuse), established friendship, unspoken feelings, what timeline?, hurt/comfort Summary: After a bad mission, Tony checks in with a bottle of something that effectively knocks you out. He puts you to bed and you ask him to stay the night.
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Collaborator: Sivan325 Card Number: 7020 Square Filled: S4 - Heat Fic Title: Tony Stark Manual Guide of Intimacy Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1737 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Tony Stark, Omega Steve Rogers, Pet Names, Top Tony Stark, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Accidental Bonding, Scent Marking, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Deepthroating, Knotting Summary: Tony walked toward the half-naked omega, watching Steve as he dressed, wishing he could remain naked for him.
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Collaborator: endlesstwanted Card Number: 7010 Square Filled: T3 - Karaoke Battle Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 348 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Avengers Family, Miscommunication, Round Robin Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.
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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: R1 - Sidekick Title: The Quest Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Word Count: 4488 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: lternate Universe, Treasure Hunting, Archaeologist Steve, Swearing, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: Archaeologist Steve Rogers finds himself in the thick of danger and adventure after teaming up with his former mentor's son and current sidekick Tony Stark to chase down a rare treasure set to unlock all of humanity's mysteries along the way.
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Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: S4 - Dad Tony Title: A Day at the Beach Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 6140 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Flirting, Kissing, Innuendo, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Science Bros | Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Head Injury Summary: Tony and Morgan's daddy/daughter day at the beach takes an unexpected turn as the sexy lifeguard Tony has been eyeing rides to Tony's rescue.
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Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Card Number: 7027 Square Filled: R1 - Body Swap Title: Nowhere Near as Fun as it Sounds Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Steve, Tony/Steve Word Count: 3381 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Body Swap, Oversensitivity, Enhanced Senses, Minor Character Injury Summary: “You’ve never said anything. At all. To anyone,” Tony blurted, the words and realizations that smacked him straight in the face in the most bizarre way possible. Mid-mission, at that. Terrible timing. But…he felt like this was one of those things he should have somehow already known. Something he’d have somehow already addressed and fixed. And not just because he was the one that was now suffering from the lack of knowledge. “Neither have you,” Steve said, quiet and solemn.
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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A5 - Miscommunication Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 348 (mine), 1287 total Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Avengers Tower, Avengers Family, Miscommunication, Karaoke, Love Confessions Summary: After missing an Assemble call, Tony thinks the team has gotten tired of his burning the candle at both ends. Turns out that's not what made things a little tense after all.
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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space! Title: Crossed the Sky for Love Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Thor Word Count: 1145 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Stranded, Flashbacks, Rescue, Gentleness, Protective Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark Needs a Hug Summary: Stranded in the middle of nowhere after a mission goes sideways, Tony gives himself a minute to despair before standing back up to fight for survival. This time he's not fighting alone, though.
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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A1 - Picture of Tony talking to Stephen Strange Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - June Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Word Count: 300 (my part); 1330 total Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Archive Warnings Apply; Team as Family, Avengers Family, Games, scavenger hunt, Vacation, Round Robin Summary: When Doctor Strange offers the Sanctum Sanctorum up as a getaway location for the Avengers, Tony protests. However, he is swayed when Bucky suggests the idea of a scavenger hunt.
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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: K4 - Innocent Until Proven Guilty Title: Steve Rogers. Mastermind. Forger. Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1237 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Bottom Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Leverage Fusion, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Hook-Up, Artist Steve Rogers Summary: Steve Rogers is a genius forger who stepped into Nate Ford’s shoes when the man finally retired for the fourth and final time. Tony Stark is the INTERPOL agent tasked with bringing him in, not fucking him in a coat closet.
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