Peter Parker X Reader
(Peter is 18 and Reader is 20.)
Warning: Mommy Kink, Oral (female and male receiving), masturbation (Male receiving), vaginal sex, Mention Dark! Reader
Summary: Y / N was Peter’s neighbor. One day, Aunt May invited the girl to have dinner at their house.
Peter felt his whole body tremble. His cock was begging for touch, but she didn’t give in to his wishes.
“M-Mommy! Please! My dick is hurting! Touch me please!”
“Oh, don’t be impatient my sweet boy, Mommy will take good care of you ~.”
Y / N was driving the poor boy crazy. Her touch on his hot skin made him reach the skies, and then plummet down when she walked away.
“Do you want Mommy to touch your baby cock? Do you?”
“YES! Please Mommy! Touch me!”
The husky, sensual laugh the woman let out made the boy’s penis pulse with desire.
Y / N was two years older than Peter. She was his neighbor.
She became a very dear person to Aunt May, and even more so for the spider boy.
He fell in love with her, but he was too shy to tell her.
Tonight, he came back from a patrol, and found the woman who has always filled his head with wicked thoughts at his house.
Aunt May made the boy stay with them to talk, but Peter couldn’t, because Y / N was there, looking at him with eyes full of lust, licking and biting her lips, crossing her legs and touching her bare thighs. She was killing him. With every movement, a rope inside his head broke.
Y / N had dinner at their house, and under the table, she put her foot on his cock and Peter almost went crazy.
She massaged his hard, leaking penis under the table, while talking animatedly with Aunt May, as if she were not doing those malicious things.
However, after that dinner — which was enough for Peter to hang on and go to the bathroom to relieve himself —, the girl realized that she had forgotten the house key, and so Aunt May asked Y / N to stay the night.
When Peter entered his room, closed the door and saw the seductive woman in his bed, his heart almost stopped.
“I don’t have a house key, May asked me to stay the night and offered me her room, I hope it doesn’t matter ~.”
The spider boy felt lust and malice in every word that came out of those tempting lips.
His cock had gone hard again, it would be a rough night.
Y / N stayed with the bed at Peter’s suggestion during the night, while the boy tried to sleep, he felt a weight on his lap and opened his eyes in fright.
There she was, in her underwear and those tight tank tops that made her breasts look like a 5-star meal ready to be enjoyed.
“Y-Y / N, what are you doing?”
She placed her slender finger on the spider boy’s lips.
“Shhhhhh, be quiet dear, we don’t want to wake May, right? ~”
Y / N rubbed her clothed pussy on his still hard cock.
It looks like someone is excited ~. ”
Peter felt his face burn with shame, because he was excited and almost just enjoying that little sample.
Y / N bends down and sticks her lips to the boy’s, their lips tasting like cherry. She sucked his tongue hungry, making Peter moan against her mouth.
“A-Ahh Y / N ~”
“We’ll have a lot of fun today, baby ~”
Peter had lost count of how long he stayed there, lying on his bed, tied up and naked.
Y / N smoothed his dick with her fingertips while marking as much as she could of Peter’s body.
“Mommy please ~!”
“Alright baby, Mommy will help you ~.”
Y / N sits between his legs, holding his aching and weeping member, starting to move your hand up and down.
“Shhhh, be quiet or I will stop everything.”
Peter bit his lip. Her touch made him go crazy, he felt that his knot would break soon.
The poor boy arched his back when he felt her hot mouth taking him to the back of her throat.
“Oh my God! Mommy! Your mouth is amazing! You take me so well! I feel so good!
The woman sucked his cock hungry, using her tongue at its sensitive length.
Peter was lost in pleasure, he could only groan. The poor boy was already drooling with excitement and pleasure.
He raises his hips for more contact, but he is pushed down.
"Kid, stop, you can’t do that.”
Y / N smirks at him. She pulls away and sits on his lap, settling in a comfortable position, and faces her soft lips from her pussy to Peter.
“M-Mommy, you are so beautiful ~.”
“Do you want my pussy baby? Do you?”
“I want mommy, please let me feel your beautiful pussy ~.”
Peter was sly and needy, his balls ached from lack of touch, his breathing was labored and his eyes were clouded with excitement.
Y / N smiles, she approaches the boy, leaving his face between her two legs. Peter raises his head trying to taste the succulent flower, but the woman pushes his head slightly towards the pillow.
“Mommy, I beg you, let me taste your succulent flower, please mommy.”
“Since you asked so nicely ~.”
The woman sits on the boy’s face, placing her pussy on his lips.
Peter sucks on her hungry pussy, using his tongue at her entrance.
“Hummm! Fuck! Your mouth is wonderful baby ~!”
The woman starts rolling around in the boy’s face, who was already covered by her sweet juices.
“Such a good boy for me ~.”
Y / N walks away, making the boy try to follow with his head.
“I think we are ready enough ~”
Y / N doesn’t even wait for the boy to ask what she means, and she’s already sitting on his member hard, making him hit her cervix.
Peter and Y / N say at the same time, the woman begins to ride at a slow, sensual pace.
“You feel so good baby, I feel so full.”
“Mommy mommy mommy mommy”
That was the only thing Peter could say outside of groaning, he repeated it as if it were a mantra.
The pace was getting more and more intense.
“M-Mommy ahhh let me touch you hummm pleaseeee ~.”
“Are you going to be a good boy for mommy?”
“I will! I will be, mommy! Please let me touch you!”
The girl gave a hoarse and throaty laugh, taking the key from the handcuffs and letting them slip off the boy, who as soon as he felt free, grabbed the waist of his mommy and started to make her ride on his penis while lifting his hips, fucking her pussy in superhuman strength and speed.
The girl kissed the spider boy, to drown out their moans and grunts of pleasure.
The sound of clashing skin echoed through the room.
“Oh Baby! I’m going to come! I’m going to come!”
“I’m going to come, mommy !!”
Peter screamed against her lips, his knot breaking, causing Y / N to come around his hard, weeping cock.
Peter, soon after, throws his thick, hot strands of cum into her abused pussy, filling her.
The woman falls exhausted on the boy, who seems to be delirious with ecstasy.
“Hehe, you did very well, my boy.”
Y / N tries to get up and pull his semi-hard member out of himself, but Peter grabs her ass with both hands and pushes it down.
“I want more, I need more ~.”
Y / N smiles, kissing the spider boy’s sweet lips.
“Then fuck me baby ~.”
Peter feels his dick harden completely, he rolls from under Y / N on the bed, placing her under him.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy until you can’t remember your name anymore,Mommy!”
It would be a long night, but they would not be disturbed, after all, their beloved Y / N had put a sleeping medicine in Aunt May’s drink.
🐻 Hey! That was it, I hope it got hot enough
Peter Parker X Reader
A Makeshift Ice-Rink
Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Original Male Character(s)
Summary: Tony shrugged and opened the door. Peter was running back and forward. and the babysitter, Thomas, was sitting on the sofa, trying to convince him to sit down. He turned to Pepper and shrugged his shoulders again, before walking straight through the doorway-
-and proceeding to fall straight on his ass.
Peter makes an ice rink.
For the Friendly Neighbourhood Exchange! My first one got deleted, so I had to re upload it!
I thought this was a joke when I woke up
I wanna write some sugat daddy! starker. Anyone interest?
Peter: I’m gay
Tony (clenches fist)
Stephen (whispering): Tony… don’t
Tony: HI GAY, I’M DAD
TW: Mentions of blood, guns
Peter liked being tiny. He could hide in places where no one would find him. His daddy always got worried when he couldn’t find him, but then Peter would jump out and shout “Boo!”
They would both laugh, and Daddy would pick him up and twirl him around.
But now Peter had to save his daddy. He knew that the Avengers were going someplace to look for him, and he was going to come with them! But when he tried to talk to his Auntie Nat, she told him it was too dangerous.
So did Uncle Rhodey. And Uncle Bruce. And Uncle Clint.
And Uncle Steeb. And Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam.
Everyone said he was too little and it was too dangerous.
That was something Peter didn’t like about being little. He was a big boy!
When Auntie Nat and Uncle Rhodey shouted that they found a signal, Peter grinned. This was his chance to help!
The little toddler ran to the Quinjet, hiding behind Uncle Steeb’s parachute.
The Avengers rushed in, strapping themselves to their seats and preparing to take off.
He grinned. Nobody saw him!
He was gonna save Daddy!
“Poor kid,” Sam said into the silence. “He’s been pretty worried.”
Natasha nodded. “Hope we’ll find Tony.”
“It’s where the signal is most strong,” Steve replied. “We’ll have a good chance of finding him. I just hope it doesn’t lead to a fight.”
Clint spoke from the front of the jet. “We’re gonna hit some rough air, everybody. “Hold on.”
The airplane jolted, and Peter let out a sharp cry as he rolled out from behind the parachute.
“Peter?” Rhodey gasped. Nat jumped to her feet and carefully scooped up the four year old.
“Peter, what are you doing here?”
He grinned sheepishly. “I came t’ find Daddy! I’m a big boy, I can do it!”
“Honey, it’s too dangerous,” she murmured, bouncing him in her arms. “You could have been hurt, Peter.”
The boy pouted. “I need t’ find Daddy!”
“Peter, we’re gonna find your dad, kiddo,” Rhodey said.
“But I wanna find him!” he insisted, his eyes wide. “He’s my daddy!”
“Peter, there might be a fight, kiddo. We can’t risk you getting hurt.” Or worse.
“A fight?” he gasped. “Is Daddy gonna be okay?”
Nat smiled sadly. “I hope so, honey.”
They realized it was too late to turn back. Tony needed their help now.
The little toddler would have to come along.
Bruce took Peter, bouncing him on his lap, as the rest of the Avengers armed themselves.
The boy snuffled and stuck his fingers in his mouth. “Be caweful!”
The team smiled. “We will,” said Nat, ruffling his curls.
Peter smiled and curled up, resting his head against Bruce’s chest. He waved to his family as they exited the jet. “Bye!”
And then he screamed as gunshots sounded. His uncle lunged to the floor, wrapping his arms around his nephew.
“Bruce!” Nat yelled into the comms. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re good,” he answered, holding Peter close. “What’s going on out there?”
The comms went silent. Peter started crying, burying his face in Bruce’s chest. The man rubbed his back, but he wasn’t good at comforting Peter. That was Tony’s job.
“Wan’ Daddy!” the boy wailed. “I wan’ Daddy!”
The four year old shrieked as people shouted and bodies hit the floor. “Uncle B’uce!”
He looked up with teary eyes and gasped. “Uncle B’uce, you’re gween!”
Peter trembled in the corner as his uncle thrashed and grunted, his shirt ripping in half and his skin turning green. There was a tremendous roar.
The Hulk turned to Peter, breathing heavily, growling.
The monster’s eyes softened. “Baby Avenger?”
“I’m a big boy!” he cried automatically.
Hulk shook his head. “Baby.”
Peter shrieked as Hulk lifted him up, shielding him with one hand and opening the door of the Quinjet. Hulk swung his massive fist at a man dressed in black who pointed a gun at them.
“He’s got Peter!” Nat yelled. “I repeat, the Hulk has Peter!”
“‘M okay!” the toddler cried.
He closed his eyes tight as Bruce sprinted through the underbrush, occasionally stopping to swing a punch at the people dressed in black.
“Uncle B’uce, der’s a buildin’!” Peter cried. “Look!”
Hulk spun around, then charged to the crumbling warehouse. He jumped high into the hair, then smashed his way through the wall. Peter cried out as a piece of rubble scraped his temple.
“Baby Avenger okay?” the Hulk rumbled. The boy felt his head.
“Uncle B’uce, I’m b’eeding!” he cried, tears running down his cheeks.
The green monster looked horrified. “Baby Avenger! Baby Avenger needs help!”
“Daddy!” he shrieked, squirming in Hulk’s arms. “Daddy!”
“Peter!” Tony sprinted forward, his face bloodied and bruised and terrified.
“Daddy,” he sobbed as Tony scooped him up, cradling him against his chest. “Daddy!”
“Oh baby. Oh my god, your head, what happened to your head?! Oh munchkin.”
“‘M okay, Daddy,” Peter whispered as his father frantically felt for bumps on his head, wiping away his tears with a gentle thumb, obviously stricken with terror that his baby was bleeding.
“Petey, sweetheart, what are you doing here?!” Tony whispered. “Baby, it’s too dangerous, something could have happened!” He pushed away the possibilities flooding his head.
His kid’s big brown eyes looked up at him. “I wanted t’ help you, Daddy! I’s sorry!”
Tony shook his head, kissing his fragile curls. “No, little one, it’s okay, it’s okay, I know. You scared me, baby, you scared me so much.” He pressed kiss after kiss to Peter’s forehead.
“Daddy, you’re crying!”
Tony smiled (a pained smile). “I know, baby. I know, I’m okay.”
The Baby Avenger sniffed. “I’s sorry, Daddy, I just wanted t’ hewp!”
“No, no little one, it’s not your fault, shh, don’t cry, sweetheart,” Tony cooed.
“Tony!’” someone shouted. “Tony, are you alright? Do you have Peter?”
“Nat,” he sighed, cradling Peter’s head against his chest. “Nat, are we safe? Is it safe out there-”
The boy whimpered as an explosion rocked the building. Tony covered his child’s head and ducked. The Hulk, who had been surprisingly silent up until then, roared and lumbered through the gaping hole in the wall.
“We’ve gotta get Peter out of here!” the inventor shouted.
Natasha nodded. “Tony, the Quinjet’s in the woods to the south. Take this.” She handed him a pistol. He nodded.
Tony raced to the back door, making sure the coast was clear. “Petey,” he whispered, looking in his toddler’s eyes. “I need for you to be really quiet, okay, baby? Pretend you’re hiding from me, sweetheart. Just like hide and seek.”
Peter nodded seriously.
Just like hide and seek.
Peter stayed silent as people shouted and footsteps followed them.
Just like hide and seek.
He stayed quiet when branches grabbed at his face.
Just like hide and seek.
He didn’t make a sound even when his daddy ducked and rolled, Tony trying desperately to protect his baby.
Peter gasped as a door slammed shut behind them, and then they were in the dark Quinjet.
The genius immediately, frantically inspected his kid. “Oh my god, Petey, are you hurt?! Oh, your face, your bleeding! Oh Petey.”
To his horror, Peter began crying. “Oh- oh no, baby, what’s wrong?! Did you get hurt?! Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart, please.”
“Daddy- Daddy, that was scawy!” he sobbed.
“Oh Petey, I know, I know.” Tony cuddled him close. “I know, but it’s okay now, we’re okay.”
He pushed away the thoughts of how much worse this could have been.
Peter was here in his arms, a little scraped, scared, but breathing, heart beating.
His precious baby boy.
He kissed Peter’s curls firmly, rocking them both back and forth, murmuring words of comfort and love. “Shh, mimmo, it’s okay, we’re gonna be okay, shh, shh.”
There was sudden shouting at the door. Tony ducked and shielded Peter, but it was unnecessary.
“Tony! You made it! Is Peter with you?” Steve gasped, panting.
He nodded, cradling his crying kid. “I got him. Where are the others?”
As if on cue, the Falcon swooped in, Nat and Clint following him. Thor limped in, supporting a pale Bruce (who had found some pants, luckily)
Natasha rushed over. “Peter? Peter, are you okay?”
Tony hadn’t taken his eyes off his kid. “He’s okay.”
Peter was curled in his lap, holding one of his dad’s arms like a big teddy bear. Tony combed his fingers through the boy’s delicate curls, humming quietly. The toddler looked tired. The excitement and the stress had clearly worn him out.
The kid snuffled quietly and shut his eyes. His father bent to kiss his tiny forehead, smiling softly. “Aww, bambino, il mio piccolo bambino.”
The team grinned as the jet took off. “Sweet dreams, Pete,” Nat whispered.
“Baby’s first battle,” said Clint, wiping away a tear.
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Tony had taught his little toddler that if somebody he didn’t know tried to grab him, touch him, or hurt him he should scream. Scream as loud and hard as he could.
Peter had nodded and said, “Otay, Daddy!”
But Tony prayed his baby would never, ever end up in a situation like that.
“Okay, Petey,” Tony smiled, kissing the little boy’s delicate curls. “What are we gonna watch?”
Peter was tangled in a fuzzy Iron Man blanket, snuggled into Tony’s side. “Winnie da Pooh?”
“Of course, baby.” The inventor gently poked the boy’s tiny nose.
The got about fifteen minutes before Peter blinked up at him. “Daddy, can we have hot cho’colate?”
“Sure sweetheart. Extra marshmallows?” Tony stood up, grinning at his kid.
Peter giggled and smiled. “Yes! Pwease!”
The boy entertained himself with the movie while his Daddy bustled around in the kitchen, but then he heard a noise. He frowned and wormed his way out of the blanket, toddling to the elevator.
Hmm, there was shouting. That wasn’t good.
Peter stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind him. “Jarbis?” he asked. “Can we go downstairs?”
“Peter, your father wouldn’t want you to go downstairs unaccompanied,” said the AI.
“Pwease, Jarbis! Jus’ for a minute!”
There was a pause, and then Peter felt a swooping sensation in his stomach as the elevator went down. “T’anks, Jarbis!”
“Of course, young sir.”
The toddler nervously walked to the yelling. He pressed his ear against the door and heard voices.
“Where the hell is Stark anyway? He was supposed to be here five minutes ago.”
Stark was his last name, Peter thought. Maybe they were talking about his daddy.
Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that he was a big boy. He stood on his tip toes and twisted the door handle.
He blinked as all the faces in the room turned to him. “Umm… hi!”
“What’s a kid doing in here?” said a woman with red hair. Peter smiled anxiously and gnawed on his fingers.
A tall man (though everybody was tall to Peter) frowned and spoke next. “I don’t know.” He stood up. “Hey, son. What are you up to?”
The tall blond man reached towards him, setting a hand on his shoulder.
But Peter remembered what his daddy told him. “If somebody you don’t know touches you, scream, as loud as you can.”
So Peter screamed. “Daddy! Daddy!”
And he kept screaming, even when he heard a crash from downstairs and his daddy’s footsteps running towards him, even when the blond man tried to calm him down. Because his daddy said to scream.
Tony sprinted into the room, his suit half on and his repulsor up. “Peter?!” he shouted.
“Daddy!” Peter cried, tears pooling in his eyes. “Daddy!”
“Oh, baby,” Tony whispered, scooping up his kid and cradling him close. “Oh, Petey, it’s okay, sweetheart, I got you. Shh, shh.” He rubbed the toddler’s back soothingly, pressing kiss after kiss to his curls. “Don’t worry, I got you.”
“You said t’ scream, Daddy,” Peter sniffed, wrapping his arms around the genius’s neck.
“I know, sweetheart, you did so good. So good, I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, his eyes shut. The moments of purse, unbridled panic and terror when he heard his baby scream hadn’t worn off, and his heart still raced erratically. He clutched the toddler tighter.
“Tony, who is this?” Steve snapped, interrupting his thoughts. Peter’s tiny fists clenched his shirt tightly.
“It’s okay, bambino,” Tony said to his kid, before turning to Captain America. “This is my son, Peter.”
Steve looked aghast. Iron Man ignored him and gently stroked Peter’s cheek. “Petey, look! These are the Avengers, sweetheart. Wanna say hi?”
Peter looked up, his big brown eyes wide. “‘Vengers?”
“That’s right, little one,” Tony cooed. “They’re all here.”
“Wow…” Peter whispered in awe. “Hi, ‘Vengers! I’m Peter!”
Natasha, collected and cool as ever, stepped forward. “Hey, Peter. It’s nice to meet you. My name’s Natasha.”
The toddler beamed. “Hi, Na- Nata- Natashhhha!” He struggled with the name only for a moment.
Black Widow gave a rare, genuine smile. “You can call me Nat, or Tasha, if you want, Peter.”
“Otay, Nat!” he giggled, kicking his little legs. Tony smiled fondly.
“I didn’t know you had a kid,” Steve interrupted.
“Know you do,” he replied, kissing Peter’s forehead and adding a loud “m’wah!”
Peter laughed. Tony didn’t miss how Steve’s eyes softened.
The boy laid his head against his chest, his eye lashes fluttering, his warm breath puffing against his neck.
“Aww, sweetheart, is it nap-time?” Tony cooed. “Are you all worn out now?”
Peter huffed softly and nodded. “’M sleepy.”
“Okay, Petey, let’s go back upstairs, huh?” He smiled at the Avengers. “Sorry. It’s nap-time.”
Natasha smiled. “Have a nice nap, Peter.”
He blinked slowly at her and smiled. “T’anks. G’night, ‘Vengers.”
“Good night, Peter,” the chorused as one.
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Oh no tony got shot
Tony grunts as he tries to wrestle with the damn peanut butter jar,the lid staying stubbornly attached to the jar no matter how much force Tony used. Sat at the counter patiently watching, Peter fiddles with his Bucky bear teddy that Tony had made for him.
“why..wont..you…OPEN!” Frustrated, Tony heavily places the jar on the counter as he glares at it in challenge. “Captain Handsome!!”
Without looking away from the jar, Tony yells out for Steve; confident that Jarvis will call Steve from where ever he is if he didn’t already hear Tony’s
screaming yelling. It’s not long before Tony hears Steve’s humming. That man has no right being so ridiculously happy while Tony is suffering from peanut butter withdrawals!
“What’s wrong Tony? Is that the wrong jar?”
Steve wanders over, giving Peter a quick hair ruffle as he passes which does melt some of Tony’s ire somewhat. Sighing petulantly, Tony shakes his head and picks up the demonic jar and offers it to Steve.
“can’t open it…”
Grinning, though wisely keeping quiet, Steve takes the jar and easily twists it with his stupidly amazing muscles. It’s honestly unfair how amazing his arms look Tony laments as he watches the muscles contract and flex.
Chuckling at Tony’s expression, Steve offers the jar back with the lid still on, but loosened.
“There, anything else?”
“Nah, I got it…” Looking down at the jar as he takes the lid off, Tony is stunned to see a small silver ring resting on the top of the peanut butter. a ring that Tony had pointed out at in a shop, when fishing for engagement rings with Pepper for Natasha.
mouth falling open in shock as he takes out the ring, Tony turns to look at Steve who takes it gently from him and goes down on one knee.
“Tony, will you marry me?”
Peter’s cries jarred Tony from his relaxed conversation with Pepper, turning around as fast as he can to locate his crying son, Tony soon spots Peter behind the climbing frame in a sand pit. A group of older boys gathered around him as they jeer, feet smashing the sand castle Peter had painstakingly tried building.
With barely a word to Pepper, Tony hurries over to his baby, now starting to pick up some of the words being said as he gets closer.
“Your sand castle sucks Parker! smash it!”
“No! I wanted to show Daddy!”
“Who would want to see this? it sucks!”
Tony stops behind the boys as he glowers down at them all, “What’s going on here?…”
The boys slowly turn around and pale when they see who exactly, is stood behind them.
Peter Parker’s Plushie.
Warning: None except a sad baby Pete and Tony being his biological dad.
“Come on Pete, go to sleep for me.” Tony almost begged the crying baby in his arms.
His only response was the continuation of his sons loud cries. Tony continued to rock the 3 month old in an attempt to get him to sleep. After 20 minutes and the beginning of the sun rise Tony has given up all hope of sleep himself, not uncommon.
“Pete please, I now colds aren’t fun but you’ve gotta work with me here.” Tony tried to reason getting a response of a second of silence before the crying commenced again.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Tony’s head and he found himself walking back into his room. After a minute or two of looking he finally found what he was looking for.
“Here Pete. This is my good buddy Captain America. He’s a hero like me, I’m better though, and he’s gonna protect you. He’s gonna protect you from all the monsters and cold out there. Only thing is, you’ve gotta keep his secret identity. Can you do that for him Pete?” Tony rhetorically asker before placing the Captain America plushie in the babies grasp. In return Baby Peter held the plushie as tight as he could and finally closed his eyes for sleep.
After a minute Tony deemed it safe to place the baby back into his crib holding the plushie right to his chest. Tony took one last look at his son before smiling like the Cheshire Cat and retreating back to his own room.
-3 years later-
A young Peter Stark ran around the main seating area of Stark Tower when he hit something hard. He looked up and saw his uncle Steve and his dad stood of him.
“Cap'ain ‘merica!” Peter squealed and hugged the mans legs.
“Hey Pete. Did you have fun while we were gone?” Steve asked the small child before picking him up to hug him closer.
“Yeah! Me 'n’ mommy played abvengers ! Den we ate ice cream and watched a movie.” Peter told him excitedly.
“Hey Petey, can I get some live to?” Tony asked reaching out for his son.
“DADDY!” The small boy yelled before leaping out of His uncles arms and into that of his fathers.
“I think it’s your nap time now.” Tony spoke running his hands through Peter’s untameable hair.
“I don’t.” Peter spoke back earning a small laugh from Steve.
“Well, it is. Wanna say goodbye to uncle Steve while you sleep?” Tony coaxed.
“I lost my 'eddy. Can’t sleep with out Cap'ain 'merica.” The boy spoke sadly burying his head in his fathers neck.
“Where did you have it last? We may be able to find it.” Steve asked trying to comfort the clearly upset child.
“In bed.” The child answered.
Tony and Steve set off for Peter’s bedroom in hopes to find the Captain America plushie before it was too late. The last time it was lost nobody, not even the real Captain America, put get Peter to sleep until the plushie was in his arms.
Once the trio arrived at Peter’s room Tony placed him on the bed before he and Steve begin the search for the toy. After 30 minutes of searching they couldn’t find it. They looked on the bed, under the bed, in the toy box, on the book shelf, in the en-suite and behind the book shelf. Anywhere The you could’ve been, it wasn’t.
Tony looked at the child on the bed and saw tears forming in his eyes. Oh no.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y activate Code red, white and blue.” Tony instructed his A.I before picking Peter up again.
“Pete, is there anywhere it could be? Were you playing with it when you played with Mommy?” Steve gently asked the upset child who was clinging onto his fathers blazer lapels.
All he received was a slight shake of the head before the child burst into tears.
Soon all the avengers, who weren’t on missions, arrived at Peter’s room after hearing the code F.R.I.D.A.Y sent out. The code was created after the last time the plushie was lost and the entire building was swept in an attempt to find it.
“Come on Buddy, we’ll find him for you. You want the real Captain America to hold you while you sleep. Then, by the time you’ve woken up we’ll have found him.” Tony informed the toddler who only shook his head in return. He was almost at full meltdown.
“Right, battle plan. Tony, you stay in here and continue looking or try and get him to sleep. Me and Sam will search the main living space. Natasha and Clint will search the kitchen. Pepper and Wanda will search outside on the balconies. Bruce and Bucky will search all laundry areas and piles. Got it?” Steve strategised.
“Got it.” Everyone responded almost simultaneously.
For the next three hours every Avenger was on the most important missions of their lives: Find Peter Stark’s lost Captain America Plushie. Tony had spent the entire time trying to get the exhausted toddler to sleep, he even tried using and Iron Man plushie as a replacement but to no avail. No one, not even his own father, could replace the value of the plushie to little Peter.
The entire tower was searching, including all labs and employee break areas. After five hours of searching the avengers reached the conclusion that the plushie had simply disappeared into thin air. The only question now was, who was going to tell the heart broken and far beyond tired child. After a tournament of rock, paper, scissors the duty landed on Steve. How ironic.
Slowly the super soldier made his way to the source of the cries and screams that haunted the avengers over the past few hours. He entered the room where Peter immediately peeled up in hopes that someone found his precious plushie. His eyes lit up even more when he saw it was Steve but after a few seconds dulled again once he realised the plushie was not in his arms yet. Uncle Steve didn’t have it.
“Hey Pete, I’m sorry but we can’t find the teddy. We looked everywhere but none of us found it. I’m so sorry buddy.” Steve tried to comfort but was only met with wails, screams and cries from the inconsolable child.
“PETER! WE FOUND IT!” They heard a voice yell and was soon met with an out on breath Sam Wilson running into the room with the old Captain America Plushie in his arms.
“Cap'ain 'merica!” Peter yelled with delight as Sam handed the plushie over to the child who fell asleep almost instantly.
“Thank you Sam. His cries were beginning to become unbearable. Where was it?” Tony whispered while slowly placing his child in his bed and tucking him in.
“It was in one of the big pots in the kitchen. Apparently he was playing hide and Seek with Pepper and must’ve forgot he put it in there.” Sam explained in the same hushed voice as the trio left the room and silently shut the door.
It was safe to say that from that day on Peter’s new favourite Uncle was Sam. The one who reunited his with his precious Captain America.
I cant be the only one who got irrationally mad when Nick Furry said “bitch please, you’ve been to space”
Like, first off, don’t curse at my soft son!?!?
S.H.I.E.L.D got some nerve, like My cinnamon roll was in space drinking pina colodas having a good olé time 🙄
Peter likes to make his “shark” hand gestures towards Tony during the ‘Mommy shark’ duration of “Baby shark” & now it’s prohibited from being played in the tower.
It still gets played because Jarvis likes the idea of being reprogrammed
Tony: *sighs* “His pops has the most gorgeous man boobs known to man, but I’m the mom 🙄
Steve: *Blushing furiously* “TONY!!!”
*Clint’s laughter can be heard from somewhere in the vents*