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The Orphan Story - Baby Steps into Storytelling

I had a realization today because three of my interests (Spider-Man, D&D, and Writing/Storytelling) got their wires crossed - bear with me because this is probably going to be a long-winded post.

Something that's really prevalent in the Spider-Man fandom is the trope of "Dead May Parker" in fic. Usually, it starts with Peter's aunt and primary guardian, May Parker, being killed off-screen to set up the fic, often with just a small blurb about it like it wouldn't completely shatter Peter's world, but ya know.

It can be done in any number of ways (car crashes, cancer, and being caught in a supervillain's crossfire are all pretty typical for this).

There are a myriad of common storylines that build from this choice. IronDad, Homeless!Peter, and Foster!Peter are all really prevalent. Sometimes it's so that characters that people ship with Peter will be pushed together out of a need for Peter to live someplace new and/or needing someone to lean on. (I could go on, but you get the idea).

I could spend a lot of time talking about each of these storylines and the ways they can be done well or poorly, and the greater implications for the fandom as a whole, but that's not what this post is about so I will leave that here.

Peter Parker as a character, despite his many iterations among the various Spider-Man comics and adaptations, has always been a character with tragedy engrained in his story (Richard & Mary Parker, Ben Parker, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, the clones, his marriage, etc., etc., etc.). It's not necessarily out of the norm for more tragedy to occur, and having his only living family and primary guardian for most of his life die would definitely be on par with the rest of his life.

However, I don't think that the instances of the "Dead May Parker" trope in fic are because of this. At least, not when you dig.

I think people do it because it's easy.

I'm not saying that writing grief is easy, but that's part of the problem. Most of the stories using this trope don't bother to show the grief. Her death is just a device used to further other relationships.

Generally speaking, it's easier to write stories with fewer characters. Balancing a large cast with varying points of view, backstories, voices, motivations, etc., is always going to be more complicated. For a writer who's starting out, or perhaps someone who just doesn't want to make things harder on themselves for their hobby-writing, it's easier to do what you can to shrink the relevant cast. And for something like Spider-Man, there are more side characters relevant to his life than I think any person could possibly count - especially when you look across all the versions/adaptations that exist.

(That's part of why I love this fandom, despite its flaws. There are SO MANY stories to be told and so much room to pick apart what's there and transform it into something new. Fandom is transformative in nature, after all, and comics like Spider-Man are a buffet to choose from.)

I also think that it's easier to put a character like Peter Parker (especially if you're writing him as a high schooler as so many adaptations seem to permanently keep him as) into convoluted situations if he doesn't have a primary guardian to keep an eye on him. Especially one who's loving and caring and is actively parenting him. (I would argue that this is the perfect time to write him as an adult with his own autonomy and whatnot, but you know, that's not what the movie makers seem to want so... I digress.)

And lastly, I think someone being young and completely orphaned with no caretaker to look after them is also a sort of trauma that is easy to understand. I'm not saying it's a trauma that's easy to live with, but as an outsider looking in, it's easy to say "Oh, well yeah, of course, that person is struggling. Look at the hand they've been dealt."

A character - just like people - with more complex reasons for 'Why They Are The Way They Are" TM, can be harder to empathize with, especially if those reasons are not something the reader is familiar with. And it's most certainly harder to write, with all the layers, intricacies, imperfections, and generally weird ways that the human experience works. (In the same vein, it's why people with certain traumas, triggers, mental health issues, etc., are often dismissed or harassed, but that's a whole other can of worms that I'm not going to dive into atm.)

"But FOV," you might be wondering, "How does all of this relate to Dungeons & Dragons?"

Well, y'all ever heard of the Orphaned Rogue Trope?

In the greater online D&D community, there are a lot of common tropes and character builds that people are familiar with. They're common enough that you get a lot of memes shared around about them and a lot of people building characters that both lean into the tropes and/or subvert them. (The horny bard, the dumb barbarian, the warlock with daddy issues, etc.)

One of these is the 'Orphaned Rogue'.

(Please keep in mind that I'm referencing 5e specifically. I've played many editions - don't quote the old magic to me, Witch - but 5e is the most common edition to ever be played and has brought a massive influx of people to this game in the last decade, so that's what I'm talking about here.)

A lot of people start out with a Rogue as their first character, I would argue disproportionally so. There are a few reasons for this. 1) Rogues typically (I'm not going to argue over subclasses here, don't come for me) don't have any magic, and magic-using characters are typically more complicated to learn to play than non-mages. 2) For players who aren't as familiar with high fantasy, a thieving, backstabbing character is usually still one that people can recognize. (Similarly, I think this is part of why a lot of people also start by playing Rangers). 3) Especially at low levels, Rogues don't have a whole lot of character abilities. They're really really good at the few things they do, but that's about it, so it's extra easy to step into as a beginner.

So where does the orphan part come in? Well, a lot of beginners to D&D are also beginners to storytelling in general (with exceptions, you'll always have the people who side-stepped over from LARPing, theatre, writing, etc.). This means that they're new to the idea of creating a character that has no reliance on their own personal history. Their character can be literally anyone, and they will be able to interact with the story in whatever way they want to.

Creating a character is one of the most overwhelming things for a new D&D player. It's a boundary to entry that I've seen turns a lot of people away from the game. It's work that has to be done before you even get to roll your first die. It requires math, decision-making, and creativity in a way that not everyone is prepared for right off the bat.

(Yes, I know I might seem to be exaggerating here, but please remember that we live on the hellsite for creatives. This is not the norm for a lot of people. I once invited a co-worker into a game who was an avid non-fiction reader and had never done any theatre, not even drama class. She had genuinely never put herself into a fictional character's shoes since she was last playing Let's Pretend as a small child at recess. It was a hard learning curve for her, but she grew to love the game a lot and now is an avid LARPer as well.)

Your character has to have somewhere that they came from. They are a person, through and through, and should therefore have lived experiences that shape their point of view, their actions, and the way that they interact with other people.

It's not easy to think of an entire history for a person all at once, all while you're just trying to wrap your head around the math and learn the rules required to play this damn game that your friends have been bugging you about for who knows how long.

And so - orphan. No existing family means no extra characters to have to build personalities for or shared experiences between your PC and them that you have to write.

It's easier. It's removing a barrier to entry to the game.

(This is probably also why amnesiac characters are also really common first-time PCs, now that I think about it.)

So what's my point in all of this?

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure.

I think it's really easy for anyone who has been a storyteller of any kind for a while to see the annoying, problematic, or sometimes downright concerning ways these tropes manifest. There are connotations for the stories that use these 'easy' orphan tropes, and these can and should be talked about. As I said above, I could talk about the "Dead May Parker" trope and the problematic themes that regularly exist in these stories until I'm blue in the face.

But, at the same time, I think we should also take these things with a grain of salt. New storytellers of any kind are going to make mistakes. They're going to write imperfect things. Humans never pop into existence with a fully formed skill. These things need to be learned through practice and exposure, and these choices most often aren't made with malicious intent.

Long ago, when I was a wayward young teenager, my first major foray into fanfiction was through an A:TLA fic that I put on ff.net. (No, I will not link it here. No, it was not under any USN I use anymore. Don't ask.) But, looking back, even though I was so immensely proud of that story, it also had a lot of things in it that I wouldn't write today. Things that my gut reaction would be to judge and raise an eyebrow at, if I read them now. But I also learned a lot while writing it, and there was a lot of heart in that story, too. I was just writing from a naivete that made me think I had the know-how to tackle themes that I was too young to fully understand.

In many ways, I am still proud of that fic, not because of the story itself, but because of the effort I put into it and the things it taught me about storytelling and writing as a learned craft.

I think my point is this: everyone has to start somewhere.

Sometimes people need to start off with those easier stories so that they can learn enough and build enough confidence to tackle the bigger ones.

So, do I think we shouldn't critique something when it does have harmful implications? No, we absolutely should. Critique and open discussion are how individuals and communities learn to grow. (No, I am not advocating for you to leave criticism on random people's fics. I mean critique of tropes in general. It's never cool to leave negative comments on people's fic.) Open discussion is good and healthy, and it's part of what makes fan spaces and communities flourish and bond.

But I do think that those critiques can be done from a perspective of learning. I often see people so far split down the middle that it alienates people from each other.

In fan spaces where the content shared is inherently made as an act of love, freely given and freely received, it's easy for people to say that no criticism is ever acceptable. "It's free content, just enjoy it and move on!" & "You're taking it too seriously!" are often phrases I've seen spouted about both these communities. And they are true things to an extent. It is fictional and freely made content. There is a point where it can be taken too seriously. The other side will often say things like, "Enjoying ___ media makes you a ___ supporter!" & "Anyone who writes ___ is a terrible person!" I would argue that these also have some truth to them, but they are also taken too far.

(If you like a fictional trope that has problematic or harmful indications, it's a good idea to unpack why you like that trope. What draws you to it? What enjoyment do you get out of it? A lot of times, the answers to this are not actually harmful, but they can be, and it's always good to self-reflect.)

Fictional stories are a way for us to feel aspects of the human experience that we cannot experience for ourselves. It's also a way for us to find catharsis when a character does experience something similar to our own lives. It's a way to broaden our views and feel our way through the wide range of human emotions. It is not meant to reflect life perfectly, and yet it is often done best when there are still echoes of reality embedded in its soul. (I digress, again.)

Communities - even online ones - thrive when the people in them are doing their best to be open to each other's perspectives.

Nuance is never easy in online spaces. When the person on the other side of a post is an anonymous little picture with no connection to your life, it's easy to take one small piece and blow it up to be your whole picture. They become that one post, that one hot take, or that one fic in your mind. But that's not people.

People are always learning, growing, maturing. Every skill takes time. Everyone has to start at their first step - even if it's the orphan story.

So keep talking about those tropes. Keep discussing the harmful trends that crop up across fandoms. Keep breaking down the root of the problem and sharing ways to build better ones.

But if you see someone in their 'orphan story' phase, understand that they are new and learning. They might need a push in the right direction or a friend to guide them for the better.

#I was supposed to be working on SMH and got sidetracked instead with this brainworm #I think we've all had our own 'orphan moment'#this hellsite is where nuance goes to die so y'all better not f me over with this one #writing #storytelling #spiderman #dungeons and dragons #fic writing #story tropes #writer rambles #foviewpoint #ao3 #2300 words I could have put towards SMH but you get this instead #fandom is community #fandom discourse #mcu fandom #spiderman fic #d&d 5e

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lbigreyhound13 · 2 years

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(Banner made by the amazing @superherotiger!!)

WELCOME BACK TO “A PIRATE’S LIFE FOR US!!!”

@multiverse-irondad-july

Chapter 2′s prompt: Learning the Ropes/Scurvy/Honor Among Thieves/Shark Bait

Peter gave a small smile as he continued his task. His eyebrows furrowed together as he felt a small wave of dizziness wash over him, but he shook his head to relieve himself of the dizziness.

“You okay, Peter?” Happy suddenly asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Uh…y-yeah…yeah, I’m okay,” Peter said. “What? Are you worried about little ol’ me?”

Happy scoffed. “Yeah, right,” he said, “I’m only worried because I don’t need the captain coming for my ass of his new cabin boy keels over.”

“Come on, Captain Stark wouldn’t care if I keeled over,” Peter said rolling his eyes. “I’m just a cabin boy.”

“Mmm…” Happy said with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t know…He gave you a chance to defend yourself and a job to help you. You had to have done something right with him.”

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#iron dad and spider son #seven seas july 2022 #sevenseasjuly2022 #tony stark #peter parker #a pirate's life for us

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superherotiger · 4 years

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Among us Irondad au??? Imposter Dad will kill you if you hurt his son. Peter is like those baby crewmates that follow you around.

Imposter Irondad being protective over his son is what I live for. (And yes Peter is so cute as a mini crewmate!!!)

-Superherotiger

#irondad #spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #among us #Irondad/Among Us #this was so much fun hah #thanks for the ask #I'm glad you enjoyed the story!#Super’s Sketches

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spooderboyandtincan · 3 years

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tonystank and bananaboy

TW: Tony and Peter are playing Among Us, and there’s a pretty graphic scene where a character gets killed but it’s pretty brief! So please be careful and look out for that!

Or: Read on Ao3!

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“It’s snowing! Mr. Stark, it’s snowing!” Peter cried, spinning around with a gleam in his chocolate brown eyes.

Tony looked up from the tray of cookies he had just pulled out of the oven and smiled. He pulled off the oven mits and walked over to stand with his kid at the big window in the living room. “Wow.”

Large, sparkling snowflakes were falling peacefully against the dark sky, illuminated by the bright lights of the city. Peter watched them dance down with wonder in his eyes, his breath fogging on the icy glass.

He shivered and sniffed, reaching to rub his nose and then leaning into Tony’s arms. “We should do something,” he mumbled.

Tony hummed. “Like what?” He combed his fingers through Peter’s hair, still tranquilly watching the snowfall.

“Play a game?” he suggested. “I dunno.” He looked back out the window, his eyebrows furrowed as if deep in thought.

Peter’s eyes suddenly lit up and he broke from the man’s hold. “We can play Among Us! I’ll teach you!” He pulled his phone from his sweatshirt pocket, a wide grin on his face.

“Sounds like a plan.” Tony smiled fondly at him. They both hopped onto the couch. Peter unceremoniously grabbed Tony’s phone and tapped around on it.

“Whatcha doin’ kiddo?” Tony asked. Peter raised his eyebrows and hid the screen from him.

“You hafta download the game to play it,” he quipped.

“Aha.” Tony laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Okay, so I’ll host a game and you can join,” Peter said. “I always do three imposters, ‘cause then you’re more likely to be one and it’s more fun.” “Okay.” Peter read off the code, and when Tony’s little red character appeared on his screen, he beamed. He turned the game to public and started dancing around Tony.

“Wait. Wait. Why is my name tonystank?!”

Peter giggled. “Wasn’t me.” Though in fact, of course it had been him.

“Sure it wasn’t, bananaboy,” Tony teased, reading Peter’s character’s name off the screen. Peter snorted.

“Hey, we’re Iron Man colors!” the boy realized suddenly.

Tony smiled. “Good. There’s no better combo.”

“Um, obviously the best colors are red and blue,” he declared in an exaggeratedly teasing tone. He bounced over to the menu and changed his color to dark blue.

“How could you?” Tony gasped, clutching a hand to his chest in mock heartbreak. “I’m wounded, kiddo. Wounded.” Peter snorted and rolled his eyes, and Tony reached out to ruffle his hair.

“Now we have to wait for people to come, though. It’s kinda boring.” Just a few seconds later, he let out a happy exclamation when someone joined, and Tony felt a familiar warmth bloom and spread through his chest.

Peter curled up on the opposite side of the couch and clicked the start button once they had ten players. Tony tried to peek at his screen, but he giggled and pushed him away with his foot.

“Okay, wait, wait, what do I do?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Where do I go?”

“Oh!” Peter leaned over to look at his phone, always so adorably eager to help. “Okay, so you have a task in admin, so you wanna go over here. Oh, um, so this one’s easy, you click this-” he reached over to click the download button “-and then it downloads!”

“Got it.” He nodded seriously. “‘Kay, so what do I do here?” He showed the screen to his kid.

“Oh, you just blast the asteroids out of the sky. I really like that one.”

After Peter walked him through a few more tasks and his initial confusion disappeared, Tony found himself enjoying the game immensely.

When he got to electrical to do his tasks, he gasped. “There’s a body!”

“What?! Where?!” Peter’s chocolate eyes were as wide as dinner plates. “Did you see anyone?!”

Tony hit the report button. “No, nobody was there!”

“Hmm.” Peter worried his lip. “I’m gonna skip voting.”

“Yeah, we probably don’t have enough evidence,” he agreed. “How do you skip?”

“Uh, click the ‘skip vote’ button.” Peter strained to reach his phone. “And just hit the, um, the checkmark.” He leaned back, grinning, and scrolled through the chat.

The voting results came in, and Peter smiled. “At least no one voted for us!”

“What happens if you get a vote?” Tony asked, squeezing the boy’s foot.

“Well, if you get enough votes then you get ejected and then you get to be a ghost. I like being dead because you can go through walls.” He laughed at himself, his eyes still glued to his phone. “Once like everyone voted me out and it was really sad ‘cause I wasn’t even the imposter.”

Tony laughed and clicked his tongue. “Shame on them.”

Peter snorted. “It wasn’t their fault! I was standing right by the body.”

Tony smiled. “I have a task in... Medbay,” he said, squinting at his screen. “Jeez, this text is tiny.”

“Hey, me too! I’ll come with you!” He found Tony’s little bean character circling the medbay. “Hi!” Peter paused to tuck a curl behind his ear.

“Hey there, Mister Parker.” Tony smiled. “Alrighty. I have to scan. Share your wisdom and knowledge, Petey?”

“Just step on the scanner thing!” Peter instructed, watching him with his big bambi eyes.

“I’m three foot six?!” Tony exclaimed. “Wow. Are you sure they didn’t scan you by mistake?”

Peter glared at him but he had to laugh. Mischief sparked in his eyes, but Tony didn’t seem to notice.

“What task do you have, bud?” He found it a little odd that Peter had just been hovering by a bed; he hadn’t thought there was a task there.

Peter’s blue character bounced up to him. And then-

His phone flashed red, and bananaboy’s gloved hands snapped tonystank’s non-existent neck. (They were weird little bean creatures, they didn’t have necks.)

The screen turned black, and the three imposters appeared on the screen, illuminated by an ominous red glow.

Tony’s eyes widened, and ever so slowly, he turned his head to face Peter, who was struggling to keep in his laughter. High-pitched giggles escaped from his mouth and he grabbed a pillow to protect himself.

“It was you?!”

Peter shrieked as Tony’s arms wrapped around him and he was lifted into the man’s lap. His sock was yanked off and he screamed with laughter as Tony ran feather-light fingers down his bare foot.

He squirmed around desperately, shrieking and giggling. Tony started tickling under the crook of his knee and he burst into peals of laughter, still trying to escape. “Tony, no no no, stahp, stahp!” he giggled. “‘M gonna pee!”

Tony laughed and peppered delicate, barely-there kisses all over his face, his hold tight even as his kid thrashed around. He blew a raspberry on his squishy cheek, making Peter absolutely howl. Tony’s grin was so wide it hurt.

Peter was laughing so hard he started having trouble breathing. He wheezed and struggled in his arms, still giggling. Tony’s fingers tickled under his armpit and he gave a wheezy cackle. He tried to squirm out of his arms, but the man caught him.

“Oh no you don’t, bananaboy!” Tony laughed. He caught the boy’s flailing limbs and let out a triumphant “Gotcha!” Tony scooped up his kid, pulling him into a warm hug and giving a sloppy kiss to his curls. Peter giggled happily, still recovering from the bombardment of tickles.

Tony grabbed a fuzzy Star Wars themed blanket that had been slipping down the couch cushions and tucked around his kid. Peter sank against his chest, still weak from laughter.

Peter squirmed around, trying to get comfy, and grumbled when the blanket twisted around his legs. Tony helped him get untangled and then pressed his lips to his temple.

When the boy finally got settled, it quickly became apparent that he was far too comfy to be going anywhere anytime soon, so Tony pulled the boy to his chest. They both watched the snowfall outside the window. Peter could hear both their heartbeats steadily slow.

Tony pressed another kiss to his temple. “FRI, queue up the next episode of Stark Trek for us, will you?”

/ST*RKERS DNI/

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fancy-delusion-stuffs · 3 years

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Peter : when I asked to play real life Among Us , I didn't expect Mr Barton to jump out of the vent and stab me

Clint:

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ariskalpsst · 4 years

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Tony, after losing Peter in a crowded place : OMG, Stephen! Where is Peter? We lost him!!

Stephen : Calm down. I got this.

*clear his throat before screaming*

Stephen : RED IS IMPOSTOR!!

Peter, running from somewhere : IT'S NOT ME!! THE GREEN ONE IS IMPOSTOR. HIS NAME IS MYSTERIO!!

#ironstrange #supremefamily #irondad #spideyboy #incorrect-ironstrange #among us #among us meme

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incorrect-spiderson · 4 years

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U said something about au’s so maybe an among us au? But like peter being an imposter and tony trust peter with his life?

👀

(Psst... you’re not supposed to reveal the big surprise yet)

Anyways tho, a friend of mine on the discord server wrote one! I’ll link theirs instead!!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26903674

#out here avoiding questions like a politician #marvel #mcu #peter parker #avengers #tony stark #spiderman #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #irondad #avengers endgame #cam speaks #among us #The Imposters Game

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cassiecasyl · 4 years

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Empty Space

prompts used:

Whumptober Day 8: Abandoned + Whumptober Day 19: Grief, Mourning Loved Ones

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: Sad, Heavy Angst, Panic Attacks, Blood Note: Among Us AU

Read on Ao3

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Sure, they had heard about the imposters, and their lethal games, and about their previous appearances on the Skeld. In fact, the ship seemed to be one of their favorite hunting grounds. Peter had never understood the motivation behind trying to kill a whole crew just for fun. It was horrible. But still, they had hoped it wouldn’t happen on their trip There were enough accounts of the Skeld making it to her destination safe and sound, and it was just damn Parker luck that this was one that wouldn’t. They hadn’t had much choice, with the Skeld being the only ship in their price range to cover their destination, and the imposters always seemed like such a faraway thing. Something that happens to other people. Not them.

Yet, here he was, holding his aunt’s hand through their blue suits, pleading, shaking, hoping for her to respond. “May?” he asked, his voice hoarse and breaking from crying. Peter didn’t know how long he’d been here, all he knew that he had missed the meeting following the discovery of his Aunt’s corpse. His Aunt’s corpse. Aunt May is dead. The words still sounded faint and far away, like the whispers of a ghost. Peter couldn’t, wouldn’t let them sink in.

May was now no more than the discovery of imposters among them, a stepping stone for them to win their sick game and a clue to start the crewmates’ investigation. Peter knew he should care about at least the last one, but he hadn’t been able to attend the meetings. He wanted to know who did this to her, who ripped open her body into half, who caused this unnecessary bloodshed. Who would kill an innocent bystander? Such a lovely, lively, and caring person as May? Just for fun?

“Please, May,” he begged, “Wake up! You’re gonna miss the Kasterborous Supernova. We were so excited to see it, remember?” He felt terrible to remind her about this event only he really wanted to witness it. Sure, it was a once in a lifetime thing, but May had only been as excited because he was. It seemed like such a small thing now.

He couldn’t remember her last words. Oh god. How was he ever to know that those would be her last to him? And now he didn’t remember them. The last thing she gave him, and he simply forgot. It felt like a sacrilege. Warm tears left cold stains on his cheeks before they dropped towards the ground, wetting his suit, or landing on May’s.

He had taken off his helmet to help him breathe. There was oxygen on the ship so he didn’t really understand the rule to wear the suit at all moments, and no one had bothered to explain it to him. Peter hadn’t dared to dismantle May’s face though, and he regretted not being able to see her. Before him lay an anonymous suit, the same color as he wore, ripped apart, and stained with drying blood. It was all too easy to convince himself that this wasn’t May. They had made a mistake, and May was still alive, in another colored suit, somewhere on this spaceship. Somewhere an imposter could lurk and just wait for the right moment to repeat the tragedy.

Peter wanted to get up, to sprint to her and protect her, warn her, but he couldn’t move. Something had glued him on the ground, trapping him here with a dead body and his thoughts. May is dead. No. She would never laugh again, never scold him again, never mess dinner up again and then order take out. No. She would never fall asleep in front of the TV again, never bother him to eat or sleep when he was too engulfed or stressed in his work again. Nonono. Peter cried out, balled his hands against the unfairness of it all, but there was nothing to fight.

“I larb you,” Peter remembered her to say, but her voice was all ghostly and not quite there, and it cut like reality.

Peter’s breaths came out in gasps that never reached deep as if he was drowning in shallow saltwater. His dark blue suit was stained with blood just as May’s was, only instead of his middle, it was painting the ends of his limbs as he kneeled in the crimson puddle next to his guardian. He couldn’t breathe. The red seemed to climb up the fabric in little veins that almost looked like a spiderweb, the blue succumbing to the guilty liquid. Tears landed on them, washing some of it away, and falling to the ground tainted. Peter watched them in a trance, his ears not picking up his own wheezing gasps, and the pain in his chest only throbbing dully.

Despite all their efforts, the veins spread and reached out to him. He didn’t know whether they were accusing him, or indicating him to be the next victim. Peter panicked at their implications yet didn’t, his emotions strangely numb to his brain’s instincts. His battling head started aching, and he felt slightly dizzy, but still, he didn’t care. Aunt May was gone, and he sat there covered in her blood like her murderer, and he hadn’t been there, and he couldn’t breathe so what if he just passed out right here? It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, would it?

A gentle hand caught his falling body, removing him momentarily from his thoughts. He flinched away way too late, only now remembering his need to be alone. Then, with a flare of false fear, he realized that this could be the imposter. Anger bubbled up but depleted before it reached the surface, only coming out as hot air in quick breaths. Peter didn’t have the energy to fight. “Just take me,” he whispered, barely audible, and closed his eyes. He just wanted to lay down and be comforted by his Aunt May. This all was just a bad dream, right? It must be. He would wake up at any moment. This all would be over.

“What was that?” The man in the red suit now spoke up, “I’m not the imposter, bud.” Peter opened his eyes to muster the stranger.

“Why should I believe you?”

The man shrugged. “You’re not dead,” he simply stated.

“Yet,” Peter replied.

“Look, bud, I don’t care if you believe me or not, but I’m not gonna kill you.” Peter could almost feel worried eyes staring at him, and somehow, he felt inclined to believe him. His shoulders fell as some tension left his body, and he frowned. “Mind if I join you?” The man asked yet sat down without waiting for an answer. Peter only stared at him, slightly annoyed yet strangely relieved. “How you’re doing?” He continued to inquire, but Peter simply continued his stare. He didn’t feel like talking. It would make it all true. Why was he supposed to answer anyway? Ah, yes, manners.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, was it?” He meant to faintly remember his name from the introductions earlier, “but I’d rather be alone right now. Thank you though.”

Silence fell on them for a minute, before Mr. Stark answered. “I don’t believe that’s true,” his voice had now softened, “Something terrible just happened to you and I’m no good with emotions, but even I know that you shouldn’t just wallow here like this. It’s no good for you. Congrats on getting my name right, by the way. Tony Stark.” He offered Peter his hand, “And you are?”

Peter blinked, trying to digest the words. They were too fast, too much, and he didn’t want them at this moment. His fingers tightened around May’s hand. “No,” Peter then spoke in a rough, yet definite voice, which sounded a bit too much like a spoiled child to him.

“No?” Tony echoed, “Now that’s a peculiar name.” Peter shook his head. He was more there now, but he didn’t want to be. Here meant that his aunt was dead. And the man in the red suit was getting it all wrong. Or was he doing it wrong?

“No,” he repeated, slowly, trying to let his mind catch up, “I’m Peter Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I wish it’d be under nicer circumstances though.” Peter looked back at the body next to him at that and the words cut deeply. No. It seemed his go-to word now. Too bad it wasn’t changing anything. No. May was dead. There was nothing he could do. No-no-no. He wanted to scream, and maybe he did, and the tears that had depleted under Tony’s distraction returned. “No,” he whispered, sobbed out from a body that had never felt this heavy.

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him, slowly, testingly, and for some reason, Peter fell right into them. He felt safe here. Why? “May?” he asked weakly, but she was lying there in front of him, unrecognizable, motionless, dead.

“I’m sorry, Peter,” Tony whispered, rubbing soothing circles over his back, “Was she your mom?” It was Tony, Peter then realized. Tony who comforted him, just a kind stranger. Yet why did he feel so safe?

“Aunt,” Peter corrected before burying his face in the stranger’s chest, fighting another sob. Soothing warmth engulfed him, but he was so cold and far away. It barely had a chance against the spikes of pain that were working their way through Peter, again and again, only to pause for a little while before hitting again.

“Shh,” Tony shushed him, rocking them slightly back and forth, “Just let it out. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” Peter replied through a hiccup of tears, “It’s never gonna be okay.”

“No,” He agreed. Peter halted a moment as Tony used his word before remembering that words belonged to nobody. He was just being selfish. Another sob rattled through his body that never seemed to run out of tears.

After a while, Peter calmed down again. For a moment, he remained where he was, not ready to move yet. Then, he sat up, purposefully avoiding to look at the dead body. “Sorry,” he said, brushing his hand against his running nose.

“Don’t apologize, kid. It seemed like you really needed to cry it out. You know, crying floods some stress hormones out, which makes you feel better, or something like that. Bruce could explain it to you. He’s the one in the green suit.”

“Neat.”

They sat in silence, neither of them willing to move even if only to not sit in blood anymore. Peter was perfectly content on being here, well, as content as he could be at this moment, and Tony was just there to grant him company. His hands still trembled from time to time though, which did not go unnoticed.

After watching them for a while, Tony reached out to take Peter’s hands, stilling them. “They caught him. Thought you wanted to know,” he said, carefully observing Peter’s reaction.

“Who was it?” Peter suppressed the anger in his voice almost successfully as grief overtook him again. The one who did this would pay for it. They’d meet justice, just as they deserved. Still, he was angry, he wanted to punch whoever it was, wanted to scream at them, and above all, he wanted to ask why. Why May of all people?

“Some ugly guy named Thanos. He was in the purple suit.” Peter nodded.

“What’s gonna happen to him?”

“Already did. They threw him out of the spacecraft. Standard procedure for found imposters.” Tony shrugged slightly while Peter imagined the freezing coldness of space, the absence of air, the nothingness. Floating there, freezing to death in minutes. He shuttered.

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah” Tony agreed, looking at the kid who had sympathy for his aunt’s murderer. Before, Tony had thought him too young to lose a parental figure, but now he seemed too good to ever have that happen to him. “If you want, you can help me with my tasks,” he offered, delighted to see some light reappear in the teen’s eyes.

“That’d be nice. I was helping May, but, you know…,” he stilled, waiting for the tears to come, but they seemed to have run out for now. Tony nodded and stood up, holding a hand out to help Peter up.

“I think a change of scenery will do you good,” he decided, “but first, you gotta abide by the dress code.” At Peter’s confused expression, Tony pointed at the helmet that lay forgotten on the floor.

Tag List: @starrynightdeancas, @insaneasgardian (tagging you bc Among Us :))

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arachnaboy · 6 years

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wnfuoewonf ok but just imagine Tony taking Peter to the ‘Pokemon the movie: I choose you’, and Tony has no idea what the hell is going on but he watches Peter lose his shit over Pikachu talking for the first time and he’s never been more confused in his whole life

#THIS THOUGHT IS SO FUNNY #Y'ALL REMEMBER KAST YEAR #WHEN PIKATCHU DROPPED A BOMB ON US #'BECAUSE I WANT TO BE WITH YOU'#???? B I THC U SPEAK #the video of the theater reacting to it is so funny #and i just imagine peter being among the crowd screaming at the screen 'WAHT THE FUCK'#and 'NO'#im not a pokemon fan but even that got me fucking shook #my whole like ive been hearing this bitch say pika pika #and then???#lmfao last year was so wild man #irondad #peter parker #i headcanon that tony isnt much of a pokemon fan #or doesnt even know what it is #but i feel like rhodey would know #and when peter goes back home #he practically runs to rhodey #'RHODES JESUS CHRIST-'#'what whats happening'#'PIKACHU SPOKE'#'??? what'#'PIKACHU LITERALLY SAID WORDS TO ASH SHE FUCKING SPOKE'#'peter what'#'ENGLISH'#'what in the what'#also is pikachu a boy or a girl #what are the pronouns here #whatever who cares

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irondad-creator-awards · 3 years

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The Nominations So Far (Kinda)

Some of you have been asking to see who’s nominated in which category, so I’m putting up what I’ve done so far. This is by no means everyone nominated, as we’ve had 96 submissions to the form, and I’m not going to be able to log them all until nominations close. But if you’ve been contacted to say you’re up for an award, you should be listed below...

Good Luck to everyone nominated x

1. THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP! — A story which had a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Something that caught you so off guard that you had to stop a minute and take a breath before devouring the rest. What’s the story for you?

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Like Father, Like Son by An_Odd_Idea

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

No Longer In Service by Starryknight09

Proof Of Concept by Flurrbee

Serenity by Jolinarjackson

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?

A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Sailor Went To Sea by by Yellowdistress

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

And You’ll Blow Us All Away by Losingmymindtonight

Astronomy In Reverse by Pansley

Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth by Da_Moose

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

Identity Crisis by Kitcat992

If They All Knew About You by Mshermia

In Unlikely Places by Looneylizzie

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Mr. Parker Declined To Commentby Apisdn

Pain Will Always Come Back To Haunt You by Kevy_Grayce

Permanence by Theexhaustedalchemist

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

Proof Spiderman Loves Clickbait by Mauvera

The Lost And Forgotten by Lizcraz

3. THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED — Some writers can cram more greatness into less words than a 100k monster. What’s the one-shot that did it for you?

5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by Losingmymindtonight

Countless Ways To Say I Love You by Hopeless_Hope

Familiar Faces by Happyaspie

First Wednesday Of March by The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by Aloneintherain

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Will Soften Every Edge by Losingmymindtonight

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Something Here Will Eventually Have To Explode by Madasthesea

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

4. THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES — A drabble (under 1k) can pack in all the goodness that you need in a coffee break read. What’s that story for you?

Butter Me Up by Iron_Spider

Cuddle Bug by Marvelous_Writer

Food At Home by Aimaim94

Insomniacs In The Dark by Littlemissagrifina

Irondad Cuddles by Lilacsoulw

Let The Mind Games Begin by Ironmum

5. THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART — Some of the greatest stories flip canon and make Tony Peter’s biological father. Be it baby Peter taking his first steps or Tony dealing with the fact his son is following in his superhero footsteps as Spider-Man, which is the one you loved most of all?

An Abstract Concept by Iron-Spider

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Built From Scraps by Peter Stank

Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face by Jen27ny

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

My Little Bambino by Maicaly

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Slow Down, Start Again From The Beginning by Cassiecasyl

Sound Logic by Aytheria

Spiderson by Emily_F6

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Yellowdistress.

The Less Than Secret Life by Yellowdistress

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

They Say Boys Don't Cry (But Your Dad Has Shed A Lot Of Tears) by Tempestaurora

What’s In A Name? by Geekymoviemom

6. THE ONE WITH THE FIELD TRIP — The field trip trope is one of the most popular in the fandom. What’s the story that you think pulls all the elements together to make it great?

A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes From A Graduating Senior’s Life by Isadancurtisproduction

Field Trip by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Field Trip Flip by Happyaspie

I Don’t Want To Talk About It Anymore by Bees_And_Wasps

Mr Stark Enough For You? (Another Field Trip Fic Bcs We Dont Have Enough) by Livinei

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) by Isadancurtisproduction

No Reason To Go by Pokegeek151

Tower Of Donuts And Doubts by Platinumdollz

Who Is He? by Velarisstars

7. THE TIME AFTER TIME ONE — There’s some great time travel stories out there, but which is your favorite?

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

I Have Time by Peterparkr

The End Is Just A New Beginning by Tytach

The Time Traveler’s Mentor by Iamirondad

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight09

8. THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES — Another massively popular Irondad trope is hurt/comfort, and there’s some amazing stuff out there. Which is the one that you love most of all?

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

Be Weak by Fluencca

But What Is Grief? by Odd_1

Danger Pizza by Alice_In_Ink

Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Marveal

Dude, Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You? by First_Page

Follow The North Star Home by Fallingforbees

Foolish, Fragile Spine by Plnkblue

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Sometimes It’s Easier To Just Swim Down by Mjscorner

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

We All Chase After A Few Dying Stars by Losingmymindtonight

What I Have, I Give To You by Aatticsaltt

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go) by Madasthesea

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) by Loisselina (Loisselina)

9. THE ONE THAT HURTS SO GOOD — We all like a bit of angst sometimes, so what’s the story that you wanted to hide from but you had to keep reading to get to the happy ending?

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow And Killerqueenwrites

I Need You To Be Free by Marveal

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

If You Listen You Can Hear The Ibis by Yellowedistress

Let's Get On With Living (While We Can) by Almond_Blossoms

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by Embarrassing_Myself

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Sunlight by Ardenskyeholmes221

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

When Trauma Comes Knocking by Kevy_Grayce

10. THE ONE THAT SOOTHES THE PAIN — What’s the story that you go to when you need a pick-me-up after the angst?

5 Times A Spider-Baby Got Dad Smooched by Buckets_Of_Stars

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

5 Times Tony Stark Protected Penny Parker by Emily_F6

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Bitch Better Have My Money by Neicy286

Career Day: A Short Story by Shewritesall

Early Childhood Education by Thedisneyoutsider

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Can Hold The Weight Of The Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Kids These Days by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

The Road So Far by Nicolemoon8

No More Lonely by Shewritesall

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

That's How You And I Will by Frostysunflowers

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight90

11. THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO — There’s some wonderful homeless Peter stories out there, so which is the one you were blown away by?

A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

After The Landslide by Freyaatterton

Distracted by A Dime by Happyaspie

I Told You I Had Issues by Bergen

Is It Too Much To Ask For Home That Lasts? Ft. Peter Parker by Wakandaforever2357

The Little Things (That I Miss) by Da_Moose

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Unexpected (Everything I Never Knew I Wanted) by Moonchild2593

12. THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD — There’s lots of imaginative AUs in Irondad fic. Whether it’s Steve and Tony as baseball players or Pepper being Peter’s mom, which one is your number one?

A Guardian Among Us by Superherotiger

A Soul's Best Friend by Superherotiger

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Have Patience, A Quick Wit, And A Gentle Heart by Ironfamjam

I Battle My Jerk Step-Dad by Andromath

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Sea Spider by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Though Everything Is A Miracle by Overtures

Until It Disappeared From Me by Ashleyparker2815

When I Am On Your Shoulders by Ladyblackwater

You Mispronounced Spider by Lliblo

13. THE TWEAKING THE SETTINGS ONE — There’s things we all wish we could change in canon — *cough* Endgame *cough* — so which canon divergence does it for you?

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy by Emily_Davison

Bittersweet by Kevy_Grayce

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

I Will Restore All That Was Broken by Killerqueenwrites

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by Embarrassing_Myself

Moulded Minds by Wingswithstrings

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

The End Of Infinity by Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The Returned by Nicolemoon8

What Was Missing Was You by Happyaspie

What Were The Words I Meant To Say Before You Left by Madasthesea

14. THE ONE YOU GO BACK TO AGAIN AND AGAIN — Some fics deserve a re-read or ten. What’s the story you go find yourself going back to?

A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood by Ambivalentangst

A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

Age Regression Was Impossible... Right? by Chvotic

Am I Just A Shadow You Drew by Ironxprince

Apartment 43B by Ironfamjam

Back To Bed by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Beautiful Boy by Emily_Davison

Family Is More Than Blood (It Is Light) by Moonchild2593

Keeping Company by Whumphoarder And Xxx_Cat_Xxx

Moulded Minds by Wingswithoutstrings

Play by Losingmymindtonight

Rules Are Made To Be Broken by Ironmum

Sins Of The Fathers by Geekymoviemom

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn by Starryknight09

The Lost And Forgotten by Litcraz

The One Where Peter Is Bucky’s Weakness by Jinxquickfoot

The Rise And Fall Of A Spider by Spidersoning

The Spider-Man Conspiracy by Tempestaurora

15. THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY — Some of us love to go on a long ride with a series, so which is the world of multiple stories that you binged or waited anxiously for each update?

Another June Day by Skeeter_110

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Home by Glwilliams97

I Love You More Than Anything (Bio Dad Au) by Iron_Spider

Irondad NSAP by Chvotic

Lights To Guide You Home by Jolinarjackson

Mr. Stark & His Kid by Writerstrash

Once Upon An Adoption by Kevy_Grayce

Out Of Darkness by Starryknight09

Soul Stone Realm by Marvelmusicmystery

The Room Saga by Iamirondad

Tony Stark Is A Good Mentor by Happyaspie

Was That A Star Wars Reference, Dr. Stark? by Jen27ny

We Forgot Peter by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Webcams And Webshooters by Losingmymindtonight

16. THE IN-PROGRESS ADVENTURE — What’s the story that has you checking your email each day, hoping for an update?

A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

A Perfect Storm by Grilledcheesing

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys by Parkrstark

All The Stars Align by Ashleyparker2815

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Found Family by Thedisneyoutsider

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going by Baloobird

Mr. Stark, Something Is Wrong by @Simping-For-Peggy

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Peter’s New Step-Brother by Bowtiez

Priorities by Jlmonroe1234

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Sleeping Through A Rogue Winter Storm by Pogokitten

Survivors Guilt by Ember_Darla And Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

Tech Of Nondestructive Yakking by Wabisabi

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer by Ironmum

The Hero Of Our Own Story by Kingdomfaraway

The Many Adventures Of Iron Dad And Spider Son by Lbigreyhound13

What You Were Then I Am Today by Madasthesea

You Are My Sunshine by Iamconstantine

17. THE COMPLETE FIC THAT YOU CHERISH — Whether or not you’ve got the patience for an in-progress or not, there’s a wealth of complete stories you can devour at leisure or all in one coffee-fuelled binge. What’s yours?

Intern Spider by Emily_F6

Only For A Little While by Eccentric_Artist_221b

The Guardian by Emily_F6

18. THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE — We all love Irondad, but some stories come with bonus bonds that give us just as much. Do you have a Peter & Bucky, or a Peter & Steve working alongside which delivers all the found family goodness?

"I Have A Nephew!" by Zimnokurw

5 Times Happy Hogan Nearly Had A Heart Attack Because Of Peter Parker by Thespydersargon

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Brighten Up, Sunshine by Iron_Spider

It Must Be Nice (To Have Mrs. Potts On Your Side by Sdottkrames

It Takes A Village (To Make Sure You're Okay) by Baloobird

Kingdom Come Undone by Killerqueenwrites

Project: Get Bucky Barnes A Dog by Ruxian

Road Work Ahead by Toniwilder

Rules Are Made To Be Broken by Ironmum

When In The Dark by Kevy_Grayce

19. THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD — Irondad has some amazingly prolific writers. Which are the ones you’ve subscribed to get at that fic-wonder goodness of 10 works or more?

Aimaim94

Buckets_Of_Stars

Emily_F6

HAPPYASPIE

Inkinmyheartsandonthepage

Ironmum

Iron-Spider

Jen27ny

Littlemissagrafina

Madasthesea

Magicalyss

Mshermia

O0CITRUSEE0O

Parkrstark

Superherotiger

20. THE NEWBIE — New writers are joining the fandom all the time. Who’s the newbie (posting for 12 months or less) that’s delivering the good stuff for you?

107thinfantry

Fallingforbees

Ironmum

Jinx_Frost

Just_Ppeachy

Kittybellestark

Lilacsoulw

Maicaly

Polaroid15

Spagbol99

Sunflowerspideyy

21. THE OG — Who’s the writer that’s been around for a while (12 months or more) that keeps you captivated?

Ashleyparker2815

Emily_F6

Happyaspie

Iron_Spider

Jen27ny

Kevy_Grayce

Parkrstark

Snarkymuch

Spooderboyandtincan

22. THE WILD CARD STORY — The story that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

Aliens Really Are Out To Get You Aren't They? by Some_Sort_Of_Trash

Born To Cherish by Ironfamjam

Everyday Superhero by Stoneage_Woman

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Guess I’m Not Good Enough by Freyaatterton

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Will Soften Every Edge by losingmymindtonight

I’m Not Telling Him. Period by Scooter3scooter

Irondad NSAP by Chvotic

Kids Suck, But You're Great by Gymlily06

Long Gone | Marvel Au Strangerlyparker

Play by Losingmymindtonight

Tech Of Non-Destructive Yakking by Wabisabi

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark by Losingmymindtonight

This Ride Is A Wild One by Just_Ppeachy

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

ART 1 — DIGITAL MEDIA - Who has those PhotoShop skills, who makes the best mood boards? We have some wonderful artists in the Irondad fandom, and we’re here to celebrate them. Who's your favorite artist?

@Itsybitsyspiderling (Tumblr)

@monireh (Tumblr)

@Blackchessknight (Tumblr)

ART 2 — SKETCHES — Who has the skills with the original medium of art in sketches? Whose pencil can create the characters we love best?

@broskev (Tumblr)

@Dakt37 (Tumblr)

@monireh89 (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

ART 3 — CARTOONS — Chibis, Manga, Anime, who can create the very best?

@Maryo274 (Tumblr)

yes-i-am-happyaspie (Tumblr)

ART 4 — FANVID — Some of the greatest creators are the ones that match the music to the mood, find the perfect scenes to make us laugh and cry. Who does that for you?

All My Life || Tony & Peter (Father/Son Au) by Akapotatogirl (YouTube)

Emsxworld (YouTube)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker | Ashes by Mythicalroyalty (YouTube)

ART 5 — BEST IRON FAMILY FANART — Who can create those feeling of Ironfam with their art? Who captures the characters we love in that iconic family.

@broskev (Tumblr)

@moonestaly (Tumblr)

eccentric_artist_221b (AO3)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

#Irondad Creator Awards #irondad #spider son #irondad and spiderson #iron man #spider-man #peter parker #tony stark #art #fanart #creators #fandom awards #artists #writers #writing #fanfic

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sthefystarker · 2 years

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One thing I enjoyed for sure is when antis post into the Starker tag trying to emphatize their work is purely Irondad! 😂 I mean, was it really necessary doing that?

Oh, and hey guys 👋🏼 I really had a hard time in my life before, that's why I stopped talking with you and posting Starker in general. At least I applied for a couple of jobs with a great sallary, you know how they are, they demand a lot of ourselves and we say goodbye to our precious free time lol

For a long time ago I felt like... I fail as a person, like in general 😔 You know, I remember I signed up for many events, I got inspired by them and then... Well, nothing came out 💔 In simply words, I couldn't finish things that I already started it and seriously, all of that development was really awful and pretty much frustrating.

But now I'm back with a new nickname (I used to be 'sthefystarkersworld' last month) full of motivation and with great ideas to share, in both languages! English and Spanish (which is my main but 😊 I'd like to post more Starker stories in English as well)

About me, well I ship Starker since 2017 and I'm so happy to see some old friends and pals who are still in love with Tony and Peter together! 💕

I do a lot of moodboards (which I need to post the newests, but the true is that I tend to forget doing it lol), I run a Starker fanpage on Facebook, I'm starting to use Photoshop, among other things.

And well, just wanted to say hello and I feel grateful with you guys ❤️ Please feel free to send me some prompts whenever you like 😘

#Sthefy speaks #Starker fandom #starker

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 3 years

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Updated AO3 Masterlist (Irondad)

March 24, 2021

My AO3

****Starker-free Zone- I Do Not Ship It.***

[Updated March 24, 2021]

AO3 Profile Name: happyaspie

Joined on: 2018-10-5

link to Profile

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A Parent Apparent

Description: May is injured in a car wreck. Peter calls Tony for help. Eventually they all grow into their own little family.

Tags: Tony Stark Adopts Peter Parker, May Parker and Tony Stark co-parenting Peter Parker, Angst, Fluff, Humor and Feels.

Warnings: None Rated: Teen Status: Complete [140+ Chapters]

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What Was Missing Was You

Description: Post-Endgame (fix-it), Peter finds out that Tony has a tattoo and that discovery leads to a heartfelt conversation

Warnings: None Rated: G

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Distracted by a Dime

Description: Homeless Peter Parker ends up under the care of husbands, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers

Warnings: None Rated: Teen

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Entangled [co-written with Moonchild2593]

Description: Tony calls Spider-man in for an assist during an alien attack and almost instantly regrets it when, together, they are hit with an orb of unearthly magic that forces them to see into each other’s past through shared memories. Both the good and the bad. This leads to a lot of unexpected feelings, a few revelations and a long conversation about whether or not things between them will ever be the same again.

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Stephen Strange is Helping, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None Rated: Teen Status: Complete

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—|:|–SERIES–|:|—

Tony Stark is a Good Mentor Series

Description: A collection of stories highlighting Tony Stark and Peter Parker’s close relationship as Mentor/Mentee, some (who and I kidding…most) of them delving into father-figure territory.

Genres: A combination of fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, sickfics & injury [Always read the tags]

Warnings: None Rated: G Status: Ongoing

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Beautiful Boy (Darling Pete) Series

Description: Tony learns about a young Peter by chance and for some unknown reason he ends up taking a liking to him and becoming friends with his guardians, May and Ben Parker. Eventually, he is tasked with caring for nearly-eight-year-old Peter for a week but when the situation becomes tragically permanent, Tony has to pull himself together to be the man his friends saw in him rather than the man he sees in himself.

Genres: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic

Warnings: None Rated: Teen Status: Ongoing

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Tumblr Mini Fics

Description: A collection of short Irondad one-shots (all 1000 words or less) written based off of prompts sent to me on tumblr

Genres: Varies heavily by fic

Warnings: Varies by fic [Most have ‘No Warning]

Rated: Varies by fic. [General Audience-Teen] Status: Ongoing

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Spider-man Stories Not Other Wise Specified Series

Description: A collection of MCU based fan-fictions that don’t fit into any of the other series. [Always read the tags]

Genres: Varies heavily by fic

Warnings: Varies by fic [Most have ‘No Warning]

Rated: Varies by fic. [General Audience-Teen] Status: Ongoing

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Peter Parker Omo Files

Description: Unrelated, *Non-sexual* omorashi fan-fictions. This means that these fan-fictions involve pee in one aspect or another including wetting, bed-wetting and desperation.

**Omocute**||**Not Meant To Be Read As St*rker**||**Not Age-play or regression**

Genres: Omorashi, Platonic relationships, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: None Rated: Teen Status: Ongoing

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——– CURRENTLY ON HIATUS——-

Turning of The Tides

Description: Peter is eighteen now and everything around him is changing. He’s graduating and college is right on the horizon. May is starting a new job that will allow her to travel the country and his friends are all heading different directions to go to school. The only constant in his life right now is Tony, who is ready to guide him into adulthood and remind him that independence isn’t the same as trying to do everything on your own.

Genres: Emotional hurt/comfort, Fluff

Warnings: None Rated: Teen Status: On Hiatus/To be Continued

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Together Into the End [co-written with Pandalove09]

Description: People tended to think that Tony and Pepper Stark lived a perfect life and that with an abundance of money at their fingertips, they were never in want of anything. However, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. They spent years struggling with pain and grief. Though rather than tearing them apart, it brought them closer together and stronger than ever as they fought for what they’d always wanted, a child of their own.

Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts Biological Child, Angst With a Happy Ending, Howard Stark Lives, Maria Stark Lives, May Parker is Tony Stark's Sister

Warnings: infertility struggles and child loss by miscarriage.

Rated: Teen Status: On Hiatus

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—–Some Fics From the Above Series’ Listed by Genre——

Sick Fics:

One Long Night- Peter shows up in Tony Lab with a stomach virus he didn’t even know he could catch

Tony Stark is Not Sick Tony is sick and wants to be left alone. Peter takes care of him anyway. He returns the favor a few days later when Peter comes down with the same flu.

Peter Parker’s October [Ch. 6] -Peter had a cold. Tony wraps him in blankets

Maybe it Was the Taco -Peter gets food poisoning while on a trip with Tony.

Spider Sniffles - May is going out of town and Tony is going to have Peter. By the end of the fist night, Peter is miserable with a cold.

Appendicitis it Is- Peter is sure that the stomach ache he’s had all day is nothing. Spoiler alert- it’s not.

Of All Days- Peter calls Tony to pick him up from school because he has a major migraine. He wasn’t expecting to meet Rhodey in the process.

Stars- Peter is home alone and sick with an earache among other things… he calls Tony when he can’t take it any more.

Fever Terror- Peter goes to bed with a fever and wakes up later burning up. He’s disoriented and hallucinating causing him to injure Tony as he tries to maneuver him into a cool shower.

Injury:

What I Really Need is You [Chapter 2] Peter gets shot while on Patrol. Tony patches him up.

Fourth of July- Peter manages to swing right into a drone leaving him with a concussion. Tony helps to sort him out.

One Little Slip Up- One clumsy mistake leaves Peter stuck on the floor with a broken leg. He’s happy to have so many adults in his life to help him out.

Valentines Night Interrupted- Tony’s on a date with Pepper when he gets an alert that Peter’s been stabbed.

Mistakes- Peter is injured while on a mission. He tried to tell Tony but the man is just too distracted to hear him out. That is until he’s crying.

Lame [Injured Tony] - Tony hurts his back int he lamest possible way.

Stay With Me [Injured Tony]- Tony get some major injuries during a botched mission. Peter isn’t taking it well. Happy, May and Pepper all try to offer support.

Don’t Freak Out- Peter calls Tony after getting stabbed. He’s a little loopy by the time the man gets to him.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort:

Save Me From My Dreams- Peter can’t sleep and the lack of rest causes him to break down in front of Tony.

Everybody Has Bad Days- Peter had a bad day. Tony tries to make it better.

Australia - Peter is tired and anxious and is mind keeps wandering back to a story his uncle used to read to him. Tony helps him get what he needs to feel more at ease.

Three Seemingly Small Words- After a nightmare, Peter realizes that he needs to tell Tony that he loves him but he scared of how that might affect their relationship. When he gets the words out, he’s overwhelmed when the sentiment is reciprocated.

Quiet Company- Tony is having a bad day and tries to send Peter home. Peter Stays and his quiet presences is eventually more than appreciated.

Breath Kid (You’re Not Alone)- Ned had died and Peter isn’t coping. Tony helps him through.

Entangled- alien space tech causes Tony and Peter to share memories this leads to a lot of questions and feelings.

September- Peter had a very bad patrol that leaves him more than a little shaken. Tony is there to comfort him

What is Real (A Comfortember Fic) - After being kidnapped, Tony helps Peter recover.

#happyaspie writing #masterlist #ao3 masterlist #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #spider-man #iron man #tony stark #peter parker #irondad fandom

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lbigreyhound13 · 2 years

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(Banner made by @superherotiger !! Thanks, bestie!)

@multiverse-irondad-july

Well, Seven Seas July may be over, BUT I promise, A Pirate’s Life for Us is far from over! Here is a masterlist of the prompts I covered so far, and I’ll update it as we go on:

Chapter 1: Prompt: Stowaway/Walk the Plank (AO3) (FF.net)

Chapter 2: Prompt: Learning the Ropes/Scurvy/Honor Among Thieves/Shark Bait (AO3) (FF.net)

Chapter 3: Prompt: Seasick/Rough Seas (AO3) (FF.net)

Chapter 4: Prompt: Star-Charting/Curse/Sea Monster/Hammock Cuddles (AO3) (FF.net)

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Like I said, still a lot left to go! I will be updating this as we go on!

#iron dad and spider son #seven seas july 2022 #sevenseasjuly2022 #tony stark #peter parker #a pirate's life for us #fanfic

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A Guardian Among Us (Irondad/Among US Oneshot)

Rating: Teen and Up // Warnings: Violence and minor death // Relationship: Tony Stark & Peter Parker // Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Quentin Beck // Ao3 Link

This might be the strangest AU I’ve written yet, but please enjoy this Irondad/Among Us crossover with a healthy dose of angst and protective Tony! It was pretty fun to make, and if you enjoyed reading it, please like/reblog/comment, it means a lot to me! Hope you have a great day!

-Superherotiger

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When Tony boarded the hull of the Skeld and watched the stars begin to drift by through the viewport, he only had one task on his mind:

Kill all crewmates.

It was a simple mission. One he shared with the green suited figure on the other side of the waiting bay, Beck, who sat casually amongst their fellow, unsuspecting crew mates. The thick, dark visors over their faces hid most of his features from view, but for a moment Tony thought he could see those light blue eyes flash red as he met his gaze. Then the lights flickered, and his eyes were back to blue, chuckling at something one of the others had said like he wasn’t going to kill them all by the end of the journey.

Tony wasn’t quite as keen to mingle with his future victims however, staring out at the expanse of space and planning his next moves meticulously. He’d done it a dozen times before, and this would be no different. Take them down one by one, manipulate them into turning against each other, and if things got bad, let Beck take the fall for all their crimes. It was an ironclad plan; destined to succeed.

But what his plan didn’t account for was the small, young astronaut that came barreling up to his side, eyes practically beaming behind his helmet that seemed far too large for his stature. His suit was a rich, deep blue, but black strings wrapped around his arms and waist to keep the oversized material tied around his scrawny frame, almost resembling a spider web.

“Isn’t it amazing?” he asked Tony suddenly, staring out the window.

“Uh… yeah,” Tony nodded, trying to ignore how young this kid sounded. How young he looked.

“The stars, they’re even more... more beautiful from up here.”

“Sure are…” Tony muttered quietly.

“I always hoped I’d get to see them but this,” the boy pressed his hands against the glass and leant forward with awe. “This is some something else…”

Turning slightly, Tony watched as the boy -surely no older than fifteen- stared out at the galaxy with an innocence he hadn’t seen in many years. Something heavy settled in Tony’s stomach at the sight, like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. It took him a moment to realise that cold feeling in his bones was guilt.

“This is my first time travelling to a different planet,” the boy continued obliviously. “I was supposed to be with my Aunt, but there wasn’t enough space on the other frigate. She said that the Skeld was one of the safest ships out there though!”

Oh shit, Tony thought, grimacing behind his helmet.

“Sorry- Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself,” the boy chuckled, fully turning to face the man and holding out his hand bashfully. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

Tony stared down at the kid’s gloved hand for a moment and thought about ignoring him. It would make it easier, wouldn’t it? He shouldn’t even be talking to the kid, not when he was going to… to…

Suddenly Tony gripped Peter’s hand and shook it, saying shortly “Tony.”

The teen grinned up at him, the whites of his teeth beaming through the visor. “Nice to meet you Tony!”

They could have left it at that. Tony should have left it at that. Instead, he released Peter’s hand with a gentle smile of his own and asked casually “So what’s with the cross-wiring on your arms, kid?”

“Oh, um… it’s- the suit’s a little big still so I had to, um, improvise,” Peter chuckled, and Tony would bet money he was blushing fiercely under that helmet. “I’m an electrician’s apprentice back home so I had some spare wires and… yeah, here we are.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile at the slightly flustered shuffle Peter made, before forcing himself to stare out the window again when looking at the teenager made his nerves twinge. Like he could feel the danger he posed just by standing near him.

“Well, nice meeting ya kid,” Tony said gruffly in an attempt to cut off the conversation.

“Yeah! Nice meeting you too,” Peter grinned. “I’ll see you around later?”

God I hope not.

“Yeah kid, maybe…”

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Tony purposefully avoided the young cadet as everyone was given their tasks and dispersed around the ship. Some small, sick part of him hoped that Beck would cross off Peter first -and please, let it be quick- so that Tony wouldn’t have to. Selfish? Maybe. But Tony wasn’t sure he could watch the life drain out of those wide, youthful eyes as a result of his own hand.

Unfortunately for him though, when the first body was reported and everyone rushed into the cafeteria for a meeting, Tony caught sight of the blue suited teenager standing directly across the table, looking even smaller next to the captain -Steve, Tony thought his name was- and his second in command Bucky. When one of the crewmates stepped forward and explained how they’d found their friend dismembered in the comms room, the air seemed to cool and Peter’s whole body went rigid with shock. Tony couldn’t understand why his own muscles tensed at the sight of his fear.

But thankfully, the meeting went by without a hitch. Beck had been smart with his first murder, and though the crew was now aware of an imposter on board, they had no evidence they could act on yet. The dark glare Beck sent over his shoulder as they went their separate ways was a clear hint to his teammate to hurry up and join in though, and Tony made his first move on the poor unsuspecting soul doing wiring in the electrical room. Thick crimson blood painted the walls and wires they had previously been working on, and a white suit became stained red as the body laid lifelessly on the floor.

Tony didn’t know their name. He didn’t care too either, so he moved towards the vent without ever glancing back, disappearing behind the cover to wipe the blood off his hands in the shadows.

But then- footsteps from across the room. Light and quick and bouncing every second step.

Tony froze when he heard the voice that echoed from the doorway.

“Hi Coulson, I got those spare wires you were-”

The voice halted abruptly the moment the footsteps rounded the corner, and through the grates of the vent cover, Tony watched as Peter collapsed onto his knees beside the body with a strangled gasp of terror.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he muttered as he pressed his hands against the figure’s blood-soaked suit, searching for a heartbeat. “Oh god- Coulson? Coulson wake up! Please!”

Something strange stirred in Tony’s inhuman chest as he watched the teen begin to break down into tears before him, Peter’s breath stuttering as he pulled his hands away to find them stained as red as the ground beneath him. He stared in horror at the blood, and after glancing one last time at the dead figure on the floor, Peter scrambled to pull out his comm link and practically shouted into the receiver “Help! Someone help! Coulson- Coulson’s dead!”

A myriad of replies chimed back ranging from alarmed to concerned to terrified, and Tony watched, unable to move, as Peter cried out his location to the crewmates with blood smeared down his gloves and far-too-big sleeves. Tony should have been moving away by now, trying to establish an alibi, but he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from the scene before him. Couldn’t seem to stop the sudden energy pulsing beneath his veins that urged him to move forward, help him, help him-!

Steve burst into the electrical room flanked by several others, and Tony felt that foreign energy slip away just in time for him to disappear further into the vents.

Another emergency meeting was called following Peter’s discovery of the body, and when Tony arrived -suit clear of any blood or evidence-, he noticed that one of the other crewmates hadn’t arrived either. Judging by the slight glimmer in Beck’s eyes, Tony knew he had made an undetected kill as well.

But what truly drew Tony’s attention was the boy sitting shakily on the bench, eyes staring blankly into the void while a female astronaut in an orange suit wrapped a blanket over his shoulders. The blood had dried over his hands and knees from where he had been kneeling beside the body, staining his once pure jumpsuit with the memories of something horrid and foul. Tony couldn’t help but feel responsible for the deadeye stare the boy held. In fact, he found himself missing that awe-struck gaze from before, and wondered if he would ever get it back.

The meeting was civil at first. Most of them were just trying to support Peter as he stammered out the story of finding the body in electrical, but when a scout came back and reported the second body in storage, tension rushed into the room like water flooding from a dam. Everyone began listing off their tasks, where they were, who they were with, and gazes filled with suspicion began drifting across the table while Tony watched in mild satisfaction at the confusion that ensued.

But then Beck opened his mouth, and his subtle smirk fell immediately.

“Listen, I hate to say it, but the only person we know for sure was in both locations of the bodies was the kid,” the man said with false remorse, sending a crackle of electricity through the air as everyone turned to face the traumatised teen.

“W-What? No… No! I- I didn’t, I swear-!” Peter stammered out. “C-Coulson told me to get spare wires and I- and I-“

“And you just so happened to miss the dead body lying right beside them?” Beck pressed on, which made Tony’s jaw clench unknowingly.

“No! No I swear, there- there wasn’t a body when I went in there!” Peter said, his voice shaking as fiercely as his hands as he looked around pleadingly at his crewmates. Some met his gaze sadly, while others turned away, conflicted or convinced by Beck’s sly tongue.

“It is… concerning, that no one else was in storage or electrical at that time, Peter,” Steve said cautiously. Like he was trying to calm a wild animal.

Peter swung his mortified gaze to the captain and quickly realised that everyone was looking at him with some level of worry or condemnation, and in a last desperate attempt, Peter’s eyes met Tony’s own. Begging. Begging for him to save him, because he trusted him. Peter trusted Tony, but he shouldn’t, because Tony killed that man and Beck was going to make Peter take the blame-

“Actually, I saw the kid.”

All eyes now snapped to Tony at his sudden admission, feigning casualness even as Peter and Beck stared holes into his visor.

“Yeah, I… I saw him as I was on my way to admin,” Tony continued on. “He was collecting a bunch of wires and had no blood on him at all.”

Peter visibly sagged in relief, but Beck’s body had gone as stiff as a board, his voice icy cold as he said “Doesn’t mean he’s not the killer. He could’ve done it after you left.”

“Maybe, but Coulson would’ve heard from electrical if Peter tried to kill someone in storage. They’re right next to each other,” Tony defended again, unsure why he felt so certain about his position despite knowing who the true murderers were.

Beck was glaring daggers into his skull now, the question clear in his cold-hearted gaze.

What the hell are you doing?! You’re wasting a free kill!

But Tony didn’t want to kill the kid. Something inside him, something he didn’t understand, just- wouldn’t let him do it.

And it was that something that had him moving to Peter’s side, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder as he said confidently to the group “I’m almost one hundred percent certain that Peter is innocent. No offense, but he doesn’t exactly give off a ‘murderous’ energy, now does he?”

At that, the others seemed to finally loosen their suspicions, nodding along and finally remembering that there was a kid right in front of them who had just witnessed a gruesome murder. Empathy was back in their faces within moments, and the meeting with resolved with no further action. Hesitantly, everyone went back to their tasks, throwing pitiful glances at the shaken boy on the bench as they passed. All except for Beck of course, whose narrowed eyes were transfixed on Tony with such hatred that he was surprised he didn’t just lash out and snap his neck right then and there.

As everyone disappeared into the hallways again, the orange suited lady who introduced herself as Natasha hung around for another few moments to check that Peter was alright, attempting to wipe away the blood on his clothes only to find that it had already dried. “It’s gonna be alright kid,” she said, squeezing his arm lightly.

“M-May said this ship was the safest out there…” Peter murmured, though it seemed mostly to himself.

“Usually, but… sometimes unexpected things happen,” she said simply and rose back to her full height.

Peter just nodded numbly and stared down at his scuffed boots, swinging them back and forth to distract himself from the blood on his knees. Slowly, Tony grew aware of a new gaze fixed on him and turned to find Natasha staring back at him with sharp, calculating eyes. Like she was dissecting him with her vision alone.

But then she pulled away with a friendly goodbye to the young cadet, her eyes soft as Peter thanked her before turning back to Tony with a blank stare. “Take care of each other,” she remarked in what was supposed to be a casual tone, but Tony saw right through it. He had seen this strategy before. Pair people off and see who dies, which meant if Tony or Peter died, she would know whoever was left alive was the imposter.

The joke was on her though, because neither of them were going to die on Tony’s watch.

Natasha left without any more preamble and left Tony and Peter sitting in the eerie silent cafeteria.

“Thank you…” Peter murmured after a moment, turning to gaze up at Tony’s visor with tired eyes. “Thanks for… y’know, defending me back there…”

Tony lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug, saying “It’s fine kid. I knew you were innocent.”

“No one else did,” Peter muttered as he stared down at his boots again, ashamed.

“Well, they’re idiots,” Tony said simply, smiling when it drew a small chuckle out of the boy.

Peter lifted his head again and peered up at Tony with a watery smile, seemingly understanding how close he had been to an unfortunate demise of his own. He looked exhausted, and after the day’s events, Tony couldn’t blame him -though he certainly blamed himself. If this were a normal ship then Tony would tell him to go sleep it off in the medbay, but this wasn’t a normal ship, and this wasn’t a safe ship either.

Tony had made an enemy of Beck, and so Peter would become a target not only for blame, but for murder as well. It was Beck’s mission to kill them all, and once, it had been Tony’s mission too.

“Mr Tony?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Yeah kid?”

“Can I… can I stay with you…?”

But Tony’s mission had changed.

“Of course kid.”

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Peter stuck to Tony’s side like glue for the next few hours, working in tandem on their assigned tasks even though Tony was supposed to be sabotaging the ship instead of fixing it. He didn’t care. Not when Peter finally started easing up again and a spark of that familiar light shone through weak smiles and electric eyes. And when Peter leant his head on Tony’s shoulder as they waited for the download to come through, the man felt something light and warm flutter against his ribcage, conflicting with the heavy guilt that had settled in his gut like a boulder.

Deep down, Tony knew he had made the right decision.

But suddenly, the artificial lights cut out and the two were enveloped in darkness. It only took Tony a few blinks to fully adjust to the new lighting, but as a normal human being, Peter was left in complete shadows, his hand flying out wildly in search of the man he could no longer see.

“Tony? Tony-!”

“Right here kid,” he hummed, gripping onto the teen’s hand and drawing him to his side protectively. Light sabotages were a dangerous time for crewmates, and after Beck’s death glare from the cafeteria, it was probably a dangerous time for him too. Better safe than sorry…

“We should go fix the lights,” Peter said eventually, his helmet bumping into Tony’s shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea kid,” the man muttered.

“Somebody has to fix it, and I know my way around the wires.” Peter elbowed Tony gently in the ribs and added fondly “Besides, we’ll protect each other right?”

Reluctantly, Tony glanced down at the teenager beside him and stared into his shimmering eyes, eyes that couldn’t meet his own in this level of darkness. There were hints of fear in his gaze, but mostly it was overruled by a sudden determination. A drive to be helpful and good, which felt the opposite to Tony in almost every way, and yet somehow incredibly endearing.

“Alright Pete,” Tony murmured against his better judgement. “We’ll go, but you’ve got to stick with me alright?”

“Of course!”

And with that they were on their way to electrical again, Tony guiding Peter through the halls while trying not to make it obvious that he could see everything in their path. As they approached the doorway to electrical Tony felt Peter tense under his touch -probably remembering what had happened last time he came here- and squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, which the teen returned with a grateful hum. It was strange for Tony, comforting someone instead of terrorising them. It felt almost… wrong for his biology- his nature.

But then Peter smiled at him through the darkness, and Tony thought it might just be worth it.

The moment they reached the fuse box Peter got to work, just managing to see the wires through the shadows and rearranging them as needed. Tony stood guard behind him with his eyes transfixed on the entrance way for anyone who dared pose a threat to them both, muscles keyed up in anticipation for a fight.

Silence consumed the room for the longest time as Peter worked. Sometimes the teen muttered to himself in frustration, but then it fell back into that empty quiet again.

Then, out of the blue, Tony heard a strange noise from the hall. Like something metal scraping against the floor, which sent adrenaline flooding through Tony’s veins within seconds. “One sec,” he muttered back to the boy who was too enraptured in his work to notice Tony step away.

He just wanted to take a quick look out the corridor. Just a quick look.

Tony had barely stepped over the doorframe when he heard a startled shriek from behind, spinning around like lightning to be met with the most horrifying sight of all. Beck -eyes blazing, teeth gleaming- with Peter trapped tightly against his chest, a knife pressing against the boy’s heart. The helmets were metal so imposters like Beck -like Tony- always went for the torso where the suit was basically fabric and insulation. Nothing that could protect them, and everything that made for an easy kill.

Peter whimpered under the man’s fierce grip and a growl crawled up Tony’s throat in response.

“Should’ve voted with me and none of this would’ve happened,” Beck said, grinning like a maniac through the shadows. “Now I’m gonna kill this kid like you should’ve hours ago, and you’re gonna get your shit together and join me or I’ll send you out the damn airlock!”

A strained gasp escaped the teen as Tony’s secret was let out into the open, his brown eyes widening behind the visor but the rest of his body only able to struggle in Beck’s inhuman grip. Fear and guilt and shame swelled in Tony’s chest all at once, wondering what Peter must be thinking. How he must hate him now that he knew the truth.

But then a fire seared through the dread and replaced it with fury, levelling Beck with a glare as hot as the sun as he spat “Shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not? Scared he won’t like you anymore now he knows you’re a murderer?” the man sneered.

“No,” Tony growled, shifting into a fighting stance. “Because now I get to kill you my way.”

Beck’s eyes sprung open in alarm the moment he registered his enemy’s words, but by then it was too late, and Tony had already pounced forward with his own set of unhuman skills and biology to wrestle him to the ground. The first priority was saving Peter, so Tony made sure to rip the boy out of Beck’s arms first and shove him away from the monster’s grasp, catching a swing from the knife as a result but not caring one bit as he turned back to Beck to finish his revenge. Fists and knifes and teeth and things that no human could describe were unleashed on each other, but Peter was safe and that was all Tony cared about. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that the lights were still out, because the battle happening before him was nothing short of a bloodbath.

Finally, when the metaphorical dust settled and Beck was nothing more than a carcass in the corner of electrical, Tony stumbled to where Peter sat huddled beneath the fuse box and whispered hoarsely “Kid… Peter. Are you- are you okay?”

Peter’s head snapped up with terrified eyes, the same eyes that Tony hoped he would never have to see again, and the man stopped his approach abruptly.

“I’m sorry kid, I just… I couldn’t let him hurt you,” Tony said weakly, though he knew it was no excuse for what the boy had witnessed.

Peter didn’t respond at first. He was shaking too hard to do anything other than breath, and even then it was strained and uneven.

After a few more moments of silence though, the teen mustered his voice and whispered “You’re… you’re one of them, aren’t you?”

Tony’s head dipped to his chest. No point lying now, he figured. “Yeah… yeah I am.”

“Are you… are you going to kill me?”

Snapping his gaze up within seconds, Tony met Peter’s petrified gaze and felt something invisible tugging in his chest again, the sensation more painful than anything he had ever felt before.

“No kid, I’m not,” he said, his own voice quivering with agony. “I don’t want to kill anyone… especially not you.”

Peter didn’t blink, barely even breathed. He seemed to be assessing him the same way Natasha had been earlier, but unlike her, Peter could only rely on Tony’s voice for an answer. Slowly, his hand lowered from where his knees were tucked up to his chest and settled over the comm link on his belt.

Tony’s expression softened and the aching in his chest intensified. “I get it… you can report me now,” he murmured. “I… I’m sorry kid.”

The hand froze over the radio, and Tony allowed himself to hope, just for a moment. But then Peter unclipped the comm and raised it to his mouth, eyes never leaving where Tony sat heavily in the shadows as he began speaking into the receiver.

“This is Peter, I’m reporting in because I’ve found the imposter.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Tony tried to smile at the boy one last time before they threw him out the airlock. One last bit of encouragement to last him the rest of the journey.

“Who was it, Peter? Are you safe?” Natasha’s voice echoed across the line.

Here it comes.

“It was Beck. H-He tried to kill me while I was fixing the lights,” Peter said, voice shaking a little near the end.

And then, youthful brown eyes met traitorous red ones, and Tony felt something shift in the air like the electricity running through the walls.

“And yeah, I’m safe… I’m with Tony.”

Tony blinked in surprise, his spine going as stiff as a board as his brain tried to process those words. Words that didn’t make sense because if they were true, that meant that Peter was protecting him and that just couldn’t be reality.

“That’s good, that’s good,” Steve’s voice chimed into the tension of the room. “Is Beck restrained?”

“He’s dead,” Peter answered bluntly. “Tony… Tony killed him to save me.”

Something finally clicked in the man’s mind with those words, a clarity that had been withheld through his confusion, and Tony felt his eyes begin to sting and dampen under the cover of darkness.

“Alright son, where are you now and we’ll be there right away,” Steve said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“We’re, uh, we’re in electrical.”

“Good, stay there and we’ll see you in a moment,” Natasha assured before Peter lowered his comm back to the floor.

For a good few moments, Tony and Peter just stared at each other, drawing in shaky breaths like neither of them could believe what just happened.

“You… you didn’t tell them,” Tony finally mumbled.

Tiredly, Peter unfurled his legs from his chest and said, “You saved my life.”

“I took lives too,” Tony felt the need to remind him, but the sharpness in Peter’s eyes told him he already knew that.

“And so long as you don’t do it again, I’ll keep your secret,” the teen offered.

Tony couldn’t believe it. This kid -this sweet innocent kid- had witnessed murder and betrayal and carnage on a level that no teenager ever should, and yet he still trusted Tony. He still saved Tony after everything he’d done.

That warm feeling that had appeared in bursts and flickers now bloomed fully in Tony’s chest, and he felt his first genuine smile in years lift at the corners of his lips. “Thank you Peter,” he said, imbuing all the gratefulness into his voice in the hopes the teen know how much this meant to him.

Peter smiled back, and Tony thought it must have worked.

“We’re a team now, okay?” the teen said, leaning forward to where he must have assumed the man was sitting and reaching out his hands, a little bit hesitantly.

“Right, a team,” Tony repeated softly.

But then Peter’s hand grazed his shoulder, and while the teen seemed to finally get a sense of his bearings in the darkness, Tony felt his eye twitch in alarm, terrified of chasing him away. But Peter couldn’t see the struggle in his expression, or the fears running through his head. All he saw was Tony. His protector and his friend.

Peter didn’t hesitate this time, wrapping his arms around Tony’s shoulders and holding him in a firm embrace.

“So we’ll protect each other,” Peter murmured into his shoulder, easing the panic in Tony’s chest. “You and me…”

Awkwardly, Tony lifted his own hands and placed them around Peter’s shoulder’s, mimicking his hold and practically melting into the gesture. “Yeah…” Tony breathed in utter relief, and for the first time in his life, true happiness.

“You and me…”

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #among us #Irondad/Among Us #This is so weird but it was also heaps of fun to make lol #trust me to make a weird damn AU #Angst #Angst with a happy ending

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