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punyparkerfics · 2 years

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Spooky season is coming - how about a fic where everyone except Peter dresses up as Spider-Man?

thank you for the cute request! i hope you enjoy! thinking of a possible part 2 for this? let me know what you think!

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At first, Peter was flattered when Ms. Stark told him over their weekly video chats that she was working on Morgan’s replica of the first ever Spider-Man suit she’d made for him. The five year old had begged her moms to be Spider-Man for Halloween and Peter was delighted to hear it. Of course, Morgan’s suit hadn’t been fitted with actual web-shooters or a drone or any of the combative tech Peter’s had had. But still, it was cool that his little sister was so excited to show off that he was her favorite superhero. Even cooler was the weeks leading up to Halloween being spent helping Ms. Stark in assembling the suit. It was an easy project, both of them knew the first suit inside out like the backs of their hands. Plus, Peter loved the time spent with his adoptive mother.

Morgan had squealed in delight and ran to hug Peter’s legs when she saw the final product. Excitedly, she insisted on suiting up immediately for a photo shoot on her mother’s phone. Peter joined too, in his own suit. Pepper ended up printing some of the photos for her office. The two played in the yard, swinging from the trees for hours. Morgan ended up falling asleep in the costume, having vehemently refused to take it off for dinner let alone bedtime. It was precious, Peter had to admit.

Secondly, Peter had laughed when Toni showed him her “costume”. A comically oversized Spider-Man plush hooded onesie. He couldn’t believe she’d even bought the thing after he jokingly showed it to her during one of his visits home. It was comfortable, Toni had claimed, and was minimal effort. Also, apparently Morgan insisted they all dress as Spider-Man for Halloween. Used to getting her way, Morgan had come up with a compelling argument anyway. “Because it will be cool!” Was more than enough for Toni.

Then, he got red in the face when Gwen told him one night in the middle of October that she was going to be dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween. She’d heard Peter offhandedly mention that Morgan and Toni were going to dress up as him and was sold on the idea. After meeting Gwen in his chemistry lab at ESU, Peter had fallen head over heels for the blonde. They weren’t dating, not exactly. Peter was in what was commonly known as the “talking” phase but Gwen had once dropped the term “mutually exclusive” after they’d eaten themselves close to food comas following an all-nighter spent studying. The memories of it still make Peter’s heart stutter. Mutually exclusive was good, right? That meant she wasn’t talking to anyone else. That meant she wasn’t having study dates with anyone else. Everything they did was specially for him and her, no one else.

But then, there was the shopping. Having his not-girlfriend dressing up as Spider-Man meant he had to help her with her costume, especially after she found out about his internship. Still, Peter was a young man. Sitting in a fitting room while your not-girlfriend tries on form-fitting red dress after form-fitting red dress is enough to make anyone’s head spin. He had to be respectful like May and Ben taught him and nod along with every option shown to him. He’d sprinkle in a compliment here and there, just to see that pretty blush on her face. Soon, Peter realized he wasn’t being really helpful in the actual task at hand but Gwen appreciated his effort nonetheless. Gwen landed on a dress that Peter was certain was more appropriate for a frat party than anything else, but she looked great so he didn’t say anything. Tight and short dress, red with black accents and some spider web jewelry. Black spiderweb tights and red pumps, Peter couldn’t forget the pumps. It was an ensemble modeled after his upgraded suit from his disastrous trip to Europe that no one seemed to remember anymore.

Gwen was only dressing up because Peter had agreed that they’d both accompany the Starks to a Halloween party thrown at the Avenger’s Compound. Toni and Pepper wanted to meet the girl they heard so much about from their lovestruck adoptive son. Morgan, still in her jealousy phase, claimed to hate Gwen for taking so much of her older brother’s attention. But, Peter knew his little sister would come around once she met the older girl.

So, on the weekend before Halloween, Peter led Gwen with his arm to the back of Happy Hogan’s car. His denim jacket and vest were draped over her exposed shoulders and back. It only took a single shiver out of her perfectly painted lips for him to give up part of his costume to keep her warm.

“I can’t believe you’re Marty McFly,” Gwen had hissed before laughing. A loud carefree kind of laugh that Peter drank in like a favorite song.

“Why not,” Peter had screeched in defense, “He’s cool!”

“You’re cute,” Gwen laughed again. He blushed at that.

Happy rolled up the divider before Peter could mumble anything in response.

“You look really pretty,” Peter said, “Like you usually do but you look, like, super pretty tonight.”

“Thank you,” Gwen replied with the sultry shrug of a shoulder and a wink that made Peter’s blood rush. He turned away to hide his blushing face against the window. After a quiet few minutes, she laid her head on his shoulder. Her curled hair smelled like flowers from where it draped down Peter’s arm. He was content.

Upon arrival, Peter was immediately greeted.

“PETEY!” Morgan screeched from the porch swing. She was already in her costume, the mask hanging off the top of her head, when she ran towards Happy’s car.

Peter looked at Gwen with a smile on his face, earning him a sweet smile in return. He opened the door and caught two armfuls of baby sister just as he’s able to stand.

“Oof,” Peter grunted as he hauled Morgan onto his hip, “Hey, Mo!”

“What are you dressing as, Petey?” Morgan asked excitedly, “You have to change, quick!”

“I’m in my costume, Mongoose!” Peter replied with a furrowed brow, “My, uh, friend is using my jacket but I’m Marty. You remember Marty McFly, dontcha?”

Morgan’s little face twisted in confusion, making Peter laugh. The teen turned around, swinging his baby sister along with him before he held a hand out for Gwen to take.

“Why thank you,” Gwen said with another wink that warmed Peter’s face, “Such a gentleman.”

“Who are you?” Morgan asked with scowl.

Gwen took it in stride, as perfect as she was. She just smiled beautifully as ever and allowed her not-boyfriend to escort her from the car to the Stark family private entrance of the Compound.

“My name is Gwen,” She said gracefully, Peter’s eyes shone in admiration for her, “I go to school with Peter.”

“Why are you wearing his jacket?” Morgan asked with her nose scrunched in apparent disgust.

“I was cold,” Gwen answered simply, “And your brother really is a gentleman.”

“Mamma does that for Mommy when we go on morning walks,” Morgan admitted, her face formed into a more pensive expression, “But that’s because she loves her.”

Peter swore his heart slipped right out of his ass at that moment. He could easily see where his baby sister was going with this and he could not handle that kind of embarrassment tonight.

“Hey, Mo,” Peter interrupted, bouncing Morgan in his arms to get her full attention, “Why don’t you tell Mamma we’re here? I want to see your matching costumes!”

Morgan gasped loudly, looking at Peter with wide eyes. She then wiggled her way out of Peter’s arms and onto her own feet.

Peter would have cried in relief when she turned and sprinted towards the Compound's doors, yelling for their mother. Instead, he sighed under his breath.

“Mamma, Mamma!” Morgan screamed as she ran, “Petey’s home!”

“Nice save,” Gwen laughed quietly, “She’s adorable.”

“Yeah,” Peter blushed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, “She’s the best.”

Gwen had younger brothers, but she didn’t really have a relationship with them anymore. Peter knew family was a sore subject for the blonde, so he never pried. He was starting to realize he’d brought her to a family event and was introducing his not-girlfriend to his entire family.

“You okay?” Gwen asked, her beautiful face falling slightly in concern. She shrugged his jacket off and handed it back to him with one hand, the other grabbing one of his.

“Yeah, I’m great,” Peter said with a small smile, “You look beautiful tonight. I wish I brought my camera.”

Gwen searched his eyes for something, what it was, Peter wasn’t sure. She must’ve found it, if the kiss she pressed to the corner of his mouth told him anything.

The two walked into the Compound hand-in-hand once Peter put his jacket back on. They were immediately greeted by the sight of Toni Stark in an oversized Spider-Man plush onesie with Morgan on her hip.

“My first born!” Toni called out with grandiose, setting Morgan down on her feet again, “How are you, Pumpkin?”

“I’m good, Ms. Stark,” Peter said with a smile as the genius came up to hug him, “Nice costume.”

“He’s my hero.” Toni shrugged, “Best guy in the business. Better than all of us.”

Peter said nothing to that, he knew how much his adoptive mother loved to dote on her children. Instead, he introduced her to his plus one.

“Ms. Stark, this is Gwen,” Peter said with a gesture to the blonde in question, “Gwen, this is my, uh, mom.”

“My goodness,” Toni cried, taking Gwen in, “You’re gorgeous!”

Gwen batted her eyes and flipped her perfect hair, soaking in the praise, “Thank you, so are you.”

“She’s beautiful, Peter,” Toni smiled, hugging the young woman in front of her, “My baby boy knows how to pick ‘em!”

“Ms. Stark!” Peter cried in indignation. She was embarrassing him.

“He’s quite the stunner himself,” Gwen retorted, loving the way Peter’s blush deepened, “ESU’s resident pretty boy.”

“What’s this I’m overhearing?” A voice from behind them sounded, the sound of heels clicking approaching.

“Mommy!” Morgan yelled in excitement, running towards Pepper Potts-Stark as she strutted in all her glory. She was dressed in navy blue slacks and a rich velvet blazer. Underneath the blazer, Peter noticed a specific shade of red.

“Oh my goodness,” Peter cried, “You didn’t.”

Underneath Pepper’s expensive blazer was a T-shirt that emulated the Spider-Man suit’s torso. The shirt with the webbing and the logo, even down to a printed texture, was obviously a Stark creation.

“The memo was we were all dressing as Spider-Man,” Pepper said simply with a shrug.

“So,” Peter began, his head reeling, “Everyone’s dressed as Spider-Man except for me?”

“And you have the most authentic suit, made from Spidey himself,” Toni reminded him.

“And you dressed as Manny McTie or whatever,” Morgan grumbled with a pout. An eruption of laughter creased her brow in annoyance.

“It’s Marty McFly, Mowgli,” Peter corrected as he hefted his baby sister onto his hip.

“Whatever,” She huffed.

“A very handsome Marty McFly,” Pepper interjected, pulling her adopted son in for a hug, “It’s nice to see you, sweetheart.”

“You too, Ms. Potts,” Peter replied as he leaned into her touch, Morgan also soaking in some of the residual warmth of her mother. Though he was adopted and had been since Ben died during the blip, he still couldn’t bring himself to call Pepper ‘Mom’; Toni either. It was something he felt only Mary Parker should have the right to, after all. But the same way Ben was his father, he knew Ms. Stark and Ms. Potts were his mothers. They’d taken him in when he had no one else in the world out there for him. They gave him a family when he needed it most and he never felt more grateful. Calling them by their given names was just as much a term of endearment as anything else he could call them.

“And this lovely lady must be Gwen,” Pepper smiled at the blonde, shaking her perfectly manicured hand, “You look stunning tonight, honey.”

“Thank you,” Gwen preened with a cute nose scrunch that made Peter fall a little harder every time she did it, “And thank you for letting me come, I’ve been so excited to meet you all.”

“Of course,” Toni waved her off, “We’ve been itching to meet the girl who’s stolen my little Bambi’s heart.”

“Ms. Stark!” Peter cried in embarrassment, looking away from Gwen who giggled then pressed a kiss to his blushing cheek. He feels her swiping off residual lipstick with her thumb as she continues to giggle some more.

With the banter already beginning and Peter already feeling embarrassed in front of this girl he really liked, he knew it was going to be a long night. But, that night was going to be filled with friends, family, and festive fun. Peter couldn’t ask for anything better.

#punyparkerfics #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #spiderman fanfiction #spider man fanfiction #toni stark #female tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #iron dad fanfiction #gwen stacy #sydney sweeney is my gwen stacy #deal with it

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lucid-anarchy · 7 months

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another era, same diva

#iron man #tony stark #robert downey jr #rdj #marvel #iron dad #avengers #pepper potts #iron man 2 #iron man 3 #marvel movies #mcu #mcu tony stark #marvel fanfiction #stony #brony #science bros

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marvelouttakes · 7 months

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THEY ARE THE SAME

#iron man #tony stark #robert downey jr #rdj #marvel #iron dad #avengers #pepper potts #iron man 2 #iron man 3 #marvel movies #mcu #mcu tony stark #marvel fanfiction #stony #brony #science bros

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ineedsleepsoleavemealone · 20 days

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back on my fast and furious bullshit. I want a Peter AU that's like May can't afford the rent after Ben's funeral and hospital bills, so Peter wants to help out. The last thing Ben taught Peter to do was drive. Since the spider bite gives him spider sense and fast reflexes, he tries street racing. And he's really good at it, so he starts racing for money so he can help May. He goes out at night as a street racer and Spider-Man almost every night, and tells May he got a night shift job or something idk.

All I can see is:

Tony: So you got superpowers and decided to fucking street race?

Peter: I needed the money! And I was Spider-Man!

Tony: You could've become a wrestler or something, but a street racer?!

Peter: Hey, I was amazing at racing!!

Tony: Apparently not good enough to avoid the cops.

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #spider man #peter parker #spiderman #irondad #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #irondad and spiderson #tony stark #LRtR fic

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ungrateful-sneeze · 7 months

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Peter: Tony I want to be you for Halloween, so I can borrow-

Tony: Peter I am not letting you borrow an iron man suit for Halloween.

Peter: No no Mr Stark, I don’t care about Ironman, I want to be you. I was gonna ask if I could borrow a suit, maybe a pair of your sunglasses…

Tony: …

Peter: Mr Stark why are you crying-

#spiderman #peter parker #iron man #irondad fanfiction #iron dad #irondad and spiderson

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not-me-underc0ver · 5 months

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my favorite thing to do when writing irondad is to sprinkle in as many "the kid" lines as possible at the beginning just to slowly mix in "his kid" before it's eventually ONLY "his kid"

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #iron dad #peter and tony #spider son #mcu fanfiction

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moritashie · 1 year

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Here are a few WIP's I started, because why not post the artworks when they are not even halfway finished am i right?

#iron dad #peter parker #marvel #spiderman #spider man #marvel fanart #marvel art #spider son #irondad and spiderson #am i gonna finnish this #probably not #tony stark #tony stark fanart #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark art #iron man

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irondad-and-spiderson · 2 months

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Hi! Sorry to bother, idk if you take asks like this (if you don't feel free to ignore!) but do you know any good fics where SI employees bully/threaten/mistreat Peter and Tony comes to the rescue? Thank you so much for your time 💙💙

Hi! I absolutely do! I might just take forever to respond and take your prompt a little loosely 😃 The three under the cut are employees with (valid) security concerns. I know there are more that I can’t find, so anyone feel free to add some 😉

A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit

When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.

The Cusp of a Breath by SpaceCowboysFromMars

“That was the most stressful thing I’ve ever experienced.” Peter says as he and Tony make their way into the crowd. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs, cringing when he remembers how much the suit costs.

“You got shot on patrol last month.”

“This was worse.”

Or; Peter is introduced as the official heir of Stark Industries, but not everyone is completely welcoming of his presence. Luckily, he has a pretty awesome mentor to keep him on track.

the love (and other things) you inherit by ironfidus

“Which is why,” Catherine says, unblinking, as delicately as she can, “the board requires that you name a successor in the event of your untimely demise. The risk has simply become too great for us to ignore.”

Tony Stark’s spent a large portion of his life thinking about legacy: his legacy, his company’s, Iron Man’s. He’s spent a lot of time fighting to protect his legacy, too. But today, with a lawyer as his witness and FRIDAY as his one-AI cheerleading squad, he stops, takes a step back, and lets go instead—because for the first time, his legacy isn’t about him, not really.

And as FRIDAY would say: it’s about damn time.

Alternatively: Tony updates his will and gets himself an heir, Peter gets a promotion (for lack of a better word), and the rest of the world gets a wake-up call—in that order. Ft. an impatient board of directors, a Stark Industries charity gala, and a universe in which Tony Stark gets to be happy.

Security Bias by Sara (ctrsara)

Happy Hogan asks Daren Anderson to help him out with a little project.

My take on idk-bruh-20's irondad fic ideas #128: Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.

The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker.

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway

While Leroy didn’t like gossip, he wasn’t immune to it and he’d heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Stark’s intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will.

Never did he think he’d have a sighting.

“Are you Peter Parker?” Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit.

“Oh yeah, that’s me, hi!” Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. “Mr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.”

Chapter 1 of 200 Park Avenue (5+1) by Sara (ctrsara)

Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spider-man since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes.

The first chapter is a short I did for Comfortember 2022 that I've just kept thinking about. I'm building on that story and creating a 5+1 to explore the new dynamic (post-Homecoming) in another way.

5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed

Home by patrochilles_trash ((it’s less angsty than it sounds))

Tony had been out of the country for weeks on SI business, and Peter was having a hard time. He missed him, plain and simple.

Okay. Maybe not so plain and simple.

Peter had a rough time in the weeks and months that followed the final defeat of Thanos in the ruins of the Compound. Thrust back into life, only to be forced to fight for the lives of the entire universe for the second time at only sixteen-years-old, and then to be told that his last living relative died in a crash during his five year absence did wonders for his psyche.

He developed a nasty form of separation anxiety toward his mentor-turned-adoptive-father -- not that Tony fared much better himself -- and his therapist had said it was a side effect of PTSD and that it would get better over time.

A small field trip fic to SI where Tony has been out of the country for a few weeks, and Peter isn't handling it well.

Don't be fooled. This garbage fluff to avoid my other fics that I'm writing

#ask #fanfiction #iron dad #tony stark #spider son #peter parker #fic rec #answered

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kitcat992 · 1 year

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Identity Within︱Chapter 2 - Save The Date

Natasha heard the sound of Louis Vuitton dress shoes marching through the courthouse before she ever saw the source of who they belonged to.

Without looking up from her phone, she asked, “A little late to the party, don’t you think?”

Her voice bounced off the walls of the empty corridor, the echo of her words melding together with each footstep beating against the polished floor.

Strutting towards her at a purposeful speed, Tony threw both his hands into the air with an obvious exasperation.

“It’s lunch hour in New York City, what do you expect?” Tony’s voice didn’t fare much different than Natasha’s, echoing just the same. The courthouse hallways were empty; sans for Natasha, sitting by herself on a sleek wooden bench towards the back. Not far away from them were large double doors that had been closed shut. Tony looked towards them as he went on to mention, “Traffic was atrocious, my ears are still ringing from him blowing the horn.”

As Tony gestured his thumb over his shoulder, Happy appeared from around the corner, a look of annoyance covering every inch of his face — plus some.

“Hey, that Honda Civic had plenty of time to get through that yellow light, it’s not my fault—”

“Find a vending machine.” Tony gave Happy a friendly pat on the arm with the back of his hand. “Make it quick, I’m starving.”

If Happy rolled his eyes any harder, they would’ve fallen right onto the ground, possibly making their way through the gaps that sealed both courtroom doors shut — the same ones Tony had yet to look away from.

Nonetheless, Happy obliged with the request. As reluctant as he may have seemed.

It left a silence that almost had Tony’s ears ringing, with his breathing suddenly five times louder than before, and each hypnotic feedback from Natasha’s phone sounding closer to fireworks taking off in the sky. The doors to the courtroom were far too thick and heavy to leak any sounds happening inside, but that didn’t stop Tony from trying to listen in.

“Surprised you didn’t take a suit,” Natasha suddenly said, standing up from the wooden bench as she pocketed her phone away inside her blazer jacket. The pencil skirt she wore was far too unaccommodating for storing any of her belongings, and the briefcase she carried was abandoned as she stepped away from the bench.

Tony gave that briefcase a quick glance before looking back towards the courtroom doors.

“Trust me, I was tempted,” he aggravatingly admitted, seamlessly slipping off his high-tech glasses and placing them in the front pocket of his own blazer; a different color than Natasha’s, but still his best-dressed for the occasion. “Pepper doesn’t want any unnecessary drama before the wedding and honestly, I can’t blame her.”

Tony noticeably worked his jaw to the side — still looking at the doors, now with bare eyes. “The less people who know I showed up for this, the better.”

“He’s not here,” Natasha didn’t miss a beat. “If that’s what you’re getting at.”

Tony jerked his head away from the large wooden doors at a speed that should’ve done permanent damage to his neck — more damage than he already sustained in his lifetime, anyhow.

“What the hell do you mean he’s not here?” Tony’s eyebrows didn’t just furrow together, they fused together. The confusion could’ve been seen all the way from upstate. “This is his trial.”

Natasha easily folded both arms across her chest.

“Technically it’s OsCorp’s trial,” she said, bluntly. Her heels made a crisp clicking echo as she shifted weight from one foot to the other. “Technically it’s the Weapons Procurement Liaison committee’s trial against OsCorp.”

The answer did absolutely nothing to appease Tony. If anything, his face grew even more bewildered.

“He was subpoenaed —”

“And he’s being represented.”

For what it was worth, Natasha didn’t sound any happier than Tony looked. And Tony looked about one second away from turning redder in the face than all his Iron Man suits combined.

“By who?” Tony twisted to face the courtroom entrance, then swiveled back to face Natasha. After a moment, he glanced once more at the entrance, his forehead deeply creased. He watched as two men in business attire swung the doors open in unison, allowing the noise from inside to spill out into the hallway.

#irondad #iron dad #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #james rhodes #mcu fanfic #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #iron dad fanfiction #irondad fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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geeky-writes · 2 years

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The Cutest Little Stowaway

Based on a prompt by @ralsbecket ♥️💙♥️

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“But, Daddy, why?” Peter whines as Tony hefts one of his big suitcases onto the bed, unzipping it. “Me and Papa have come with you before, so why can’t we come this time?”

Tony sighs, dragging his palm down his face as he looks down at the pleading face of his little boy. He crouches down, placing his hands on Peter’s shoulders.

“Because, buddy, we’ve talked about this,” he says gently. “This isn’t a fun trip I’m going on, yeah? It’s for business.”

OR:

While packing for a business trip, Tony finds something he didn’t expect in his suitcase.

Read the fic HERE ♥️ 💙 ♥️

#stony #stevetony #superfamily #superfamily fanfiction #stony fanfiction #iron dad fanfiction #the cutest little stowaway #dad tony #papa steve #kid peter #geeky writes

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tonystarchive · 8 months

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IRONDAD & SPIDER-SON WHUMP MASTERLIST—PART 1

Last Updated: September 2023

As promised, here is my long overdue Irondad Whump Masterlist! This list took an embarrassing amount of time to compile and over forty pages in my Google Docs (!!!!!).

Due to the sheer amount of fics, I will be posting in parts. Within these posts, each fic will categorized by its most prevalent trope/theme.

I hope the work from these talented contributors brings as much whumpy joy to you as they do to me!

Also, a very special shoutout to my most treasured Irondad authors iron_spider, for_the_night, madasthesea, losingmymindtonight, AdVitemAeternum, MotherKarizma, and so many more! This post is dedicated to you. ♡

Adoption/Tony Stark is Peter Parker’s Biological Father

5 Times Tony Acted Like Peter’s Dad by for_the_night

Summary: “And the one time he actually was." *Featuring an award evening, nightmares, a father-son field trip, appendicitis, and a very special gift—oh, and SO many forehead kisses.*

Alive and Healing by Watermeloness

Summary: “‘...bank robbery gone wrong in Queens. We’re receiving live footage from the crime site, where a 15-year-old teenager has been severely injured. Witnesses report a young boy getting shot after trying to stop the perpetrators. The last we’ve heard, his state is critical and he’s being rushed to…’ Statistically, there are a lot of 15-year-old teenagers in Queens. The city is filled with 15-year-old teenagers that are all brave in their own ways. This doesn’t have to be their teenager. But Peter is not picking up his phone.”

Dad Is Just A Word (You Give It Meaning) by madasthesea

Summary: “Father's Day, two years after May dies. Peter has something special to give and something important to say.”

For Want of a Dad (In Need of a Son) by GhostInTheBAU

Summary: “So, have you given the camping trip any more thought?’ Ned asks, and he groans internally at the change in subject. He'd much rather go back to talking about his non-existent love life, thanks. The trip is during spring break—a four-day long trek out into the wilderness, camping and hiking and gathering who even knows what, learning all about nature and the great outdoors. But the real kicker? It's an event specifically designed for fathers and their sons, which is something Peter doesn't have, and something he will never be. Not again." Or: Peter longs to have a deeper relationship with his mentor, a more meaningful connection; but he's managed to convince himself that the only reason Tony Stark spends any time with him at all is purely because of his enhancement. Because of Spider-Man.

Homebound by AdVitamAeternam

Summary: “Shortly after Homecoming, Peter starts having panic attacks. Tony happens to have some experience with those. What do you do when everyone around you has a tendency to die? What do you do when the last person, the most precious, the one you absolutely cannot lose, maybe wants you? Do you give in, or do you run? Do you take what they offer, or do you keep them as far away from the disaster that is your life as you can?”

I Love You More Than Anything Series by iron_spider

Summary: “The highs and lows of Tony unexpectedly becoming a single dad at 31—from Peter’s early baby years, all the way past the defeat of Thanos”

I’ll Always Protect You (Even If You Don’t Want Me To) by JAWorley

Summary: “So much changed with Peter’s body chemistry after the bite that new things are still coming up that surprise him. One day he and Tony are having a fight and Peter is so stressed out he ends up having a seizure. Seizures… great, so that’s a thing now, and Tony has decided that the best thing is for Peter to stop being Spider-Man. The more the seizures happen, the more protective Tony becomes. All Peter wants is to have his life back." Or: May asks Tony to take joint custody of Peter to help with the Spider-Man thing and this new stress seizure issue. Peter learns that sometimes parents do what’s necessary even if it’s not a popular choice with their kids.

Questions of Science, Science and Progress (Do Not Speak As Loud As My Heart) by l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r

Summary: “I had to find you, tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart." Or: Peter stays with Tony for a few weeks, and the pair get into all kinds of shenanigans. And maybe, just maybe, those few weeks will usher in something more.

These Days I’ll Sit On Cornerstones by Finny3120

Summary: “Tony was ill-prepared to find that the vigilante he'd recruited was a 14-year-old boy. He was even less prepared for Peter Parker to be mute. But Peter hasn't spoken since his uncle died. And the more Tony works with the teen, the less it matters to him. He hears Peter just fine.”

You’re Stuck With Me by for_the_night

Summary: “I’m adopting you. I don’t care what you have to say.’ Peter gaped. Of all of the entrances he’d expected from Mister Stark after being alone in a hospital room for hours, that wasn’t one of them." Or: Peter gets taken to hospital with a ruptured appendix and Tony comes to a daunting realization of just how little hold he has on the kid outside of Medbay.

Alternate Universe

My Baby, My Baby by SpaceCowboysFromMars

Summary: “Silence falls over them like a warm blanket. Distantly, there’s commotion down on the street as people walk home from clubs. Peter thinks Tony might be his best friend in the whole world. After a long, peaceful moment, Tony says, voice dripping with warmth, ‘Night, kid.’ ‘Goodnight, Mr. Stark." Or: Tony and Peter in the middle of the night, in five alternate universes.

Visiting Hours by Sara (ctrsara)

Summary: “Boss?’ Tony jolted out of his half-asleep state. ‘What’s up, FRI?’ ‘There is a visitor here to see you.’ Tony jumped up. Anyone he knew would usually call or text first, so he was immediately on alert. ‘Who is it, FRI?’ ‘I need you to have an open mind, and know that I do not believe this person is any threat.’ Oh, yeah, that made him feel better. ‘Excuse me? How about you let me decide that, Watson?’ He started walking towards the door, activating his watch gauntlet. ‘Wait, Boss.’ He was annoyed, but he trusted his AI enough to stop and listen. ‘I also need you to know that I have performed biometric scanning, and this person is who they appear to be. However, they insist they’re not from our universe, and that is the part I don’t understand." — In a universe where he never invented time travel, and never brought anyone back, Tony Stark gets a late-night visitor he never could have expected. Prompt taken from @idk-bruh-20 Irondad fic idea #97 on Tumblr. Idea from @derpmallow.

What The Heart Knows by AdVitamAeternam

Summary: “When Peter wakes up, his head is being assaulted by a sledgehammer. He has no idea where he is. He has no idea what happened to him. He has no idea who he is, other than ‘Peter.’ But then, he looks over at the man who is scrutinizing him with worried eyes, and he knows who the man is. That's his dad." Or: The one where Peter gets hit over the head really, really hard and has temporary amnesia, and makes a very reasonable assumption based on the data presented to him.

Angst

A Far Green Country by madasthesea

Summary: “He just wanted Peter to be happy. More than anything in the world, he wanted Peter to be happy. Oh, Tony thought as that realization sunk down into the pit of his stomach and took root. I love him.”

A River To Skate Away On by frostysunflowers

Summary: “Peter has survived a spider bite, a building falling on him, turning to dust and being a teenager. He can handle anything. Except being forgotten.”

Agape by canon irondad (tomlinsoul)

Summary: “It's Tony's first date night with Pepper since the Snap, and Peter can't wait to spend some quality time with his little sister. Too bad a pair of hapless intruders, head trauma, and a panicked helicopter ride throw a spanner in the works." Whumptober 2022 Day 8: Head Trauma + Day 7: Seizures + Day 19: Repeatedly Passing Out + BTHB: Big Brother Instinct

Broken Heart Syndrome by iron_spider

Summary: “Tony is clearly really upset, the kind of upset that Peter’s only seen the likes of a couple of times, and it’s too close after everything happening to really talk about it. He can definitely see that now. ‘I’m sorry,’ Peter says. ‘I’m sorry, I should have answered—’ ‘Yeah, you should have answered!’ Tony yells. His bottom lip is trembling and he shakes his head, his eyes wild. He runs his hand over his forehead. ‘Okay, okay, I’ll know for next time,’ Peter says. He doesn’t know what’s gonna make this better. Probably nothing. ‘There better not be a next time,’ Tony says, dropping his hand from his face. ‘God, like this? Pete, no one knew where he was but you, and you—you kept it that way so nobody knew what the hell was happening, and you—you weren’t answering, kid, and that asshole sent me all that shit plucked directly from my nightmares, and I was trying to be strong for May because she was worried, too, and you—and you, I—I thought I wasn’t gonna ever—I thought—Jesus, Peter, you don’t think, you don’t—’ Tony bends over, clutching at his arm and breathing hard through his mouth.”

Dead In There, You’re Dead In There by iron_spider

Summary: “Peter, you’ve been acting insane for the past however many days and it’s giving me an ulcer, what’s going on, what did I do? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.’ Peter is still stalking around, and Friday is listing off his injuries, from a concussion to broken ribs to a sprained ankle, and Tony feels sick looking at it all. ‘You’ll fix it,’ Peter says, glancing over at him with pure disdain, the look bookended by matching explosions somewhere behind them. ‘Yeah it’s something you can’t fix, if it happens, nope, can’t fix it, it would just—but you’re just saying—’ Tony starts forward towards him. ‘Pete, explain to me what’s happening, please.’ ‘The protocol, the protocol,’ Peter insists, waving his hands through the air. Tony shakes his head. ‘The protocol?’ ‘The Avalon Protocol, Tony,’ Peter spits out, with venom.”

Dead-Eyed by iron_spider

Summary: “Hey,’ Tony says, fast, into the phone. ‘Everything alr—’ ‘Hey, no, I don’t know where he is,’ MJ says, in a rush of breath. ‘I don’t know where he is, Tony, and I know I have access to that tracking thing, but it feels weird for me to do that, and it doesn’t feel weird for you to do that, so you should do that. And find him and tell me what’s going on.’ ‘Okay, calm down,’ Tony says, getting up and stepping back from his workstation. ‘You know you can’t tell me to calm down, because I’m calm, and I’m always calmer than you because you’re like, inherently, not calm. At all, about anything, but especially about your family—’ ‘Okay, this is not calm,’ Tony says, starting to pace, even though he’s not calm either, she’s right. She sighs loudly in his ear. ‘When was the last time you saw him?”

Earthly Dust From Off Thee Shaken by ExpectoPatronum

Summary: “It had started with leaving his bedroom light on at night before he went to sleep. For a while, that had been enough. But then it wasn't.”

“Forever” by WithACherryOnTop

Summary: “Peter could feel the darkness creeping up on him again, like it had only moments earlier in the Avengers Compound bullpen. ‘‘ony.’ ‘Just go to sleep, bud.’ Tony gently scratched his nails at the nape of Peter’s neck. Peter collapsed bonelessly in Tony’s arms, all evidence of the tears, crying, and sobs hidden except for a stained shirt and the boy’s even, congested breaths. Tony wiped a hand over his face, a bit flustered. ‘Wow. That went way worse than I expected." Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel and/or Sony. I do not give permission for this work to be copied and/or posted to any other sites.

Gonna Pick Up The Pieces by orphan_account

Summary: “I don’t want to talk to you,’ Peter says. He’s been hiding for the better part of an hour, sitting in the cabin’s laundry room, wedged between the washer and the dryer. Something about the sounds coming off of them calms him, weirdly. The swish of water, the rumble of the motors, cotton rubbing cotton, the button on a pair of jeans dinging the side of the barrel. ‘That’s bullshit,’ Tony says. ‘You always want to talk to me.’ As true as that usually is, this time it rings discordant and tense. Peter clenches his jaw. ‘Not really,’ he says. ‘You just sorta assume that.’ ‘Of course I do. I make for lovely conversation.’ ‘Eh.”

Head’s On The Fritz by augustheart

Summary: "Hello?’ ‘Tony?’ ‘The one and only. What’s up, kiddo?’ The answer rises up in Peter's throat. Stops at the back of his tongue and wobbles there, heavy and leaden. He wants to spit it out, to cough it into the unbearable silence, to not be loud—but, to be steady. ‘I—’ he says. He trembles. ‘Can you—come over? Please?" Or: Tony makes things better

Hold Me Together by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Peter still doesn’t feel quite solid. Sometimes Tony can’t believe he’s really there either. They cope.”

I Have You by sweetspiderstew

Summary: “Tony has Peter all to himself, and there's nothing else like some good quality time in the workshop, but little mishaps happen, and there's a lot of hugging.”

I’ll Be Right Here by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Peter has a nightmare, and Tony goes to be sure he’s okay. It’s not the first one of its kind.”

It Came At Night by Marvelous_Writer

Summary: “What’s supposed to be a normal weekend visit to the Compound turns into one of disaster when unexpected visitors show up." (Set after Spider-Man: Homecoming) Whumptober Day Five: Gunpoint

It’s Time to Leave (and Turn to Dust) by hopeless_hope

Summary: "We’re going to help you, I promise, but you’ve got to trust me. Do you trust me?’ Peter looks at his mentor, fear written across his face. He raises a shaking hand back to Tony’s chest, and Tony places his hand over the kid’s. Peter closes his eyes and feels the hard surface of the arc reactor against his palm. Peter doesn’t like soft things, but this isn’t soft. It’s solid and steady and strong and feels like a truth he can believe in. It feels like presence. ‘Yeah, I trust you." (In which Peter has trouble coping with the events of Infinity War, but a certain Tony Stark is there to help.)

Meltdown by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Summary: “You said two-thirty,’ Peter said, acting as if he hadn’t heard Tony. ‘I forgot that you changed it to two thirty and not three.’ Tony took a step towards Peter. ‘Hey, Pete. It’s fine. You’re not that late kiddo. Hell, I’ve been to board meetings hours late.’ The joke didn’t land, and Peter’s eyes started to well with tears. He took in a hiccupping breath. ‘Oh god. I forgot. I forgot." Or: Peter isn't coping after Titan and has been doing everything to keep busy and not think about it. Everything comes to head when he forgets that a time was changed in his busy schedule leading to a meltdown.

Mine, And Yours by crowkag

Summary: “Is it Peter?’ He was met with loaded silence. The anxiety spark became an anxiety plunge and twist. ‘Happy. Is it Peter?’ ‘It’s… well. Who else would it be, right?’ ‘Hogan.’ He hated this. The spark, the plunge, the twist. The tension creeping from his shoulder blades, clawing down arms both flesh and metal, somehow, someway, and bunching up inside his palms. The hysteria of it all. ‘It’s—alright, I won’t sugarcoat it. The kid’s alive, but he got shot, Tony. Twice." Or: Tony reunites with Peter in a less-than-ideal manner.

Relax, Just Breathe by hailfire_73

Summary: “Tony,’ said Peter, lifting his head from the glass, his stubbornness spent. ‘I don’t feel so—’ ‘Do not,’ said Tony, through gritted teeth, and meeting Peter’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He had just one hand on the steering wheel as he drove them into the night. ‘Finish that sentence.’ Morgan leaned over, hung out of her booster seat, and whispered, ‘It gives dad attacks." Or: The Starks go on a road trip that goes wrong when Peter gets food poisoning from questionable carnival food.

Scars Can Heal And Reveal Just Where You Are by parkrstark

Summary: “Jesus Christ, Pete,’ the voice says again, and it's not just a voice. It's a voice that belongs to the shadow. The shadow is light in the dark. It's warm. ‘What are you doing on the floor? You're lucky you're by your bed or else it would have been you breaking my fall.’ Peter blinks at the shadow and can't tell if he's comforted or irritated by the new company. ‘What? No quip about me breaking a hip?’ There's silence. ‘Peter?"

Shots Ring Out by itsluckyyou

Summary: “Peter Parker had training. Training to deal with robbers, petty crime, and possible alien invasions. Nothing could have possibly trained him for this, though." Or: There's a shooter wandering the halls of Midtown School of Science and Technology.

The Pills (They Gotta Go) by searchingforstars

Summary: “Tony. What are these?’ Tony glances up. Sees the packs of pills clenched in Peter’s fist. He’s sure some of them must be dust judging by the force that Peter is holding them with. ‘My pills?’ ‘Why are they sitting at the back of the pantry?’ Peter asks, voice dangerously low." Or: Tony decides taking his medication is optional. Peter strongly disagrees.

We All Have A Hunger by MotherKarizma

Summary: “Morgan,’ he croaked, throat afire, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Hey—hey, it’s okay, I’m just…’ ‘You’re sick.’ She mustered up something like bravery, using it to straighten her back and plaster a very grown-up look on her face. ‘I’ll get Daddy!’ ‘No!’ Morgan jumped, eyes wide. Peter fought to calm his voice. He offered her a smile that couldn’t have been convincing, not even to a five-year-old. ‘No, you don’t have to. I feel better now. You don’t have to tell him.’ Morgan’s lips wobbled. Peter knew what her fake pout looked like well enough to know this wasn’t it. ‘Petey…’ Peter had a lot of reasons to feel guilty. He felt guilty for scaring her. He felt guilty for forgetting to lock his bedroom door, for making scaring her a possibility. He kind of, in a way, felt guilty for doing it in the first place, though not nearly enough to stop. But more than anything, he felt guilty for this: ‘Morgan, promise me you won’t tell him. He…he won’t let us swim anymore if you do. And I’m not sick, my tummy just hurt a little bit, but I’m all better now. Promise me you won’t tell him, okay?’ ‘But…’ ‘Morgan. Promise.”

We’re Here by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Comfortember prompt 3: Nightmares Peter has nightmares about when Thanos stabbed Tony on Titan”

Who Needs a Happy New Year When You Can Have a Happy Forever? by searchingforstars

Summary: “Peter's already feeling insecure about his place in Stark family holiday traditions, but it turns out it doesn't really matter because New Year’s Eve is significantly less fun when you’re a pair of PTSD-riddled superheroes, anyway." Or: Tony has a panic attack in a Burger King.

Without You (I Was Broken) by parkrstark

Summary: "How did you get shot? You just webbed me up 5 stories from being shot!’ ‘D-Didn’t know it was coming.’ ‘Dammit, Peter! This isn’t the first time your spidey sense hasn’t worked. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt because Rhodey told me I was being insane. Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t always working? You shouldn’t go out into battle like this when your powers are being wonky and—’ ‘You’re here.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re here.’ He takes a deep breath. ‘I don’t...I can’t really feel the danger when you’re around."

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Red as Iron

Parings: Dad.Bucky x Daughter.Reader

Warnings: Blood.

Words: 1.0k

Type: beautiful and angsty

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“Hello? Bucky said, tucking the phone he answered between his shoulder and ear. A small smile peeked on his face as he looked away from the files on his desk, staring instead out the window of his office.

“Hey, dad,” Y.n said, though her voice was hard to hear. She was probably on speakerphone again while she was working. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Are you busy?”

“Nope,” he said, flipping closed the file on his desk and holding the phone properly in his hands. “What’s going on?”

There was a pause, and he furrowed his brows. “What did you do?” he asked, teasing.

A chuckle. “Why is it you think I did something wrong?” she asked.

“Well,” he started, “You called me while I’m at work, and you got home from school only…” he glanced at his watch, “Dang, didn’t you just get home?”

“Pshh. Can’t I just call my dad and tell him I love him?” she said, and Bucky grinned.

“Well, I mean, you can,” he said.

She laughed quietly. “Well, I am. I see how much faith you have in me.”

“Hey, c’mon, I have faith in you!” he objected. “You just like to test that faith sometimes!”

“Sure, sure.” She paused again, a sigh on her end and he began to wonder. She must have had a hard day to be calling like this. If she had to call him at work, she tried to be quick about it so it wouldn’t distract him or get him in trouble. He had tried to tell her he wouldn’t get in trouble considering the work he did, but she always insisted.

“We just had something come up in history class today, and it made me think of you,” she said. “You really are amazing…and I’m really lucky you’re my dad. I love you.”

Bucky’s heart swelled in his chest as a slow smile spread on his lips, smothering the mental exhaustion from the work he had to do. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

“I was thinking of that time in the park when I was like…4? Maybe, no–I must have been 5. You…you picked me up on your shoulders and ran around while I was pretending to fly.”

“You remember that?” Bucky asked, surprised.

“And then how you’d…” she sighed. “You’d always give me the benefit of the doubt, and let me cuddle up in your arms when I was little, and you always give me hugs…” another sigh. “I like your hugs. They’re warm.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head a little. “I’ll give you one when I get home…”

“You’d better,” she said with a short laugh. “I–” she stopped and Bucky looked at his phone when she didn’t continue. The connection was fine.

“Hello? You there?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I just love you, I guess…and I wanted you to know that,” she said, and Bucky’s heart melted.

“I love you too, sweetie. Gosh, you’re making me emotional,” Bucky said, adding a bit of teasing at the end. She was his baby girl. He didn’t understand the depth of connection a person could have to another until he held her in his arms for the first time.

“Hey, being emotional isn’t a bad thing sometimes,” she said and he hummed in agreement. “I have to go and finish homework now, so…I’ll talk to you later?”

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll finish up here and bring home pizza for dinner, okay?”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, dad…”

“Bye.”

“...Goodbye.” Y.n stayed on the line until she heard the click of his phone as he hung up and the sound of a disconnected line followed. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped from her skin. The droplets joined a pool of crimson red on the floor, swirling in spirals together until all that was left was a lighter shade of her blood. She gasped for breath as she glanced over to her cellphone, 911 still open on speakerphone as the home landline rested in her hands with a loud beeping coming from its empty line.

“...The ambulance is just another minute away,” came a choked voice from her cellphone. His voice was desperate. “Hang in there.”

“I’m hanging on…” she said as her head lolled to the side, resting against her shoulder. Pain radiated from her side where her hands covered a deep wound—a couple of deep wounds— Jagged and torn open from a knife plunged into her flesh in a panic. Red covered her side, her fingers, the floor beneath her and she choked on her breath, coughing. The taste of iron spilled on her tongue, dripping from the corner of her lips.

The living room became dark as though hidden in an immense black fog. Several things were out of place, a lamp shattered on the floor from where the side table had fallen over. A vase. She followed the trail of blood from where she lay against the wall to the center of the room where another pool of blood laid with a chilling realism. She closed her eyes as the room began to spin, and she tried to force another breath in, but cried as it entered her lungs. Her hands shook, though she realized now they were incredibly cold. She was freezing.

I like your hugs…they’re warm.

Another tear rolled down her skin. “Daddy?” a sharp breath, a sob. She waited as the sound of a disconnected line beeped over and over and over. The sound grew closer as her body slid from the wall, meeting the wooden floor in a final cold embrace. “Daddy?!” The landline laid in front of her, and she stared at it as the rest of the room disappeared from her mind as a swash of black and gray. It was her only response, her only comfort. She cried at how distant it was. Beeeep, beeeeep, beeeeeeep.

“Daddy?!”

“The ambulance is right there,” the police dispatcher said, urging her to keep it together.

Beeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

“Brooklyn Fire Department…We’re coming in!”

Beeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—

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Part two

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