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Hey y'all, got this chapter out a bit sooner than the last one!

For those who read the light novels of SAO this chapter will be kinda familiar, for those who have only watched the anime, this is the town where Kirito ran to after leaving Klein in Episode 1, and the quest where he got his Anneal Blade we see in the series.

Also, while I make no promises that it will make it into the story, I am open to suggestions on what kind of adventures or shenanigans you would like to see the boys get up to in SAO. As I’ve mentioned previously I don’t really intend to get the boys mixed up too much in the main canon, so if there’s an aspect of the SAO world in general you’d like to see explored outside of the main battles and Kirito’s storyline I’m open to considering it. I’m also ok with interactions with known characters, just trying to avoid writing the whole Kirito centric Aincrad arc.


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Peter fell back again, the post motion-delay that set in for a measly few seconds was nevertheless a highly vulnerable moment that he and Mr. Stark had figured out a work around for early on in their trek. The boars from Day 1 had been easy one hit kills, so they hadn’t noticed the system forced post-motion cool down period until they had been fighting on the road the next day. Their tag-team approach served them well, and best that Peter could tell from when they came upon other players in the wild, most of the rest had come to the same conclusion that they had. Because of that, it was unusual these days to find someone soloing in the pvp areas by choice.

Mr. Stark switched in with a strong horizontal slash, bringing the Little Nepenthe’s HP down to zero.

“You know, I was never one for plants anyway, but after this quest I swear to god I will never put a single point into the gardening skill,” said Mr. Stark as he sheathed his sword.

“I’ve told you, green stuff is sadness and disappointment solidified,” replied Peter, following suit.

“I still expect you to eat your greens, kid.”

“It’s a tragedy, I tell you. Here we are, trapped in a fantasy game and every meal is still served with vegetables.”

“Yeah, that’s the real tragedy here.”

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Hello, Tony Stark.

Tony pulls his eyebrows together as he stares at the text from the unknown number. “How did that person get my number?”

“I do not know, boss.”

“Who is this?”

“Again, I do not know.”

“Trace the number.”

“I did that as soon as you got the message.”

“I can feel a but coming.”

“I could not find out anything about that person.”

I hope you’re in the mood for a scavenger hunt.

“This is clearly some kind of security breach. Like the private elevator.”

“I am certain that this person is not a SHIELD agent who could hack into your elevator.”

“Well, they are clearly good enough to somehow get my private phone number, so-”

A picture appears on Tony’s screen and he immediately forgets what he was talking about, all his thoughts coming to a screeching stop as the blood in his veins turns to ice.

The picture shows Peter lying in a coffin in a freshly dug grave; eyes closed, looking like he’s dead.

Tony is 89% sure he’s about to throw up. That is if he could actually get his body to move.

A new message pops up underneath the picture.

Let’s see how long he will last with the oxygen that is left.

The urge to throw the phone against the nearest wall, to see it get smashed into tiny pieces, simply for showing him that absolutely abominable picture, is almost overwhelmingly strong. The only reason he doesn’t follow that urge is because he needs that picture to find Peter.

“Find him,” Tony orders before even thinking about it, his heart beating painfully in his chest as his insides twist in agony. “Find him right now.”

“Mr. Parker’s phone is located in his home in Queens.”

“His watch,” he says, taking another look at the picture even though he wants to burn it out of his mind, never even glancing at it again. “He still has his watch.”

Tony is aware that this is most likely a trap. If someone is good enough to get access to his private phone number and takes the time to put Peter’s phone away, they wouldn’t overlook the watch. Especially if it looks exactly like the ones Stark Industries is about to put on the market next month – something Tony decided to do so everyone would simply think it to be a normal StarkWatch and not a special one that allows Tony to track him, get a read of his vitals, and keep him safe.

The second it takes FRIDAY to get the information from Peter’s watch feel like an eternity. His mind that is providing him with all the possible worst-case-scenarios isn’t helping. As soon as he gets the location – and the reassurance that Peter is still alive, even though he’s most likely panicking if his heartrate is anything to go by – Tony calls one of his suit, already in the air and flying before the face pate can slide into place.

He doesn’t care if this is a trap. In fact, he kinda wants it to be, only to meet the person who’s behind all of this and test out his latest weapon on them.

Because nobody will put Peter in this much danger and walk away alive. Tony will make sure of it.

Once again, the few moments it takes Tony to get to Peter’s location feel like an eternity, and if it weren’t for Peter’s vitals that are pulled up on his HUD, Tony would probably lose his mind. FRIDAY points out the freshly dug grave and as soon as Tony lands with a loud bang, he shoots a beam at the dirt, just the right angle to blow away the dirt but not hit the coffin below.

To his simultaneous horror and relief, he actually sees a coffin. The coffin Peter is inside of. After shoveling enough earth away to open it, Tony immediately throws open the lid, his helmet retracting at the same time. “Peter?!”

“H-H-Hey,” comes the shaky answer. The sparsely moonlight illuminates Peter’s tear streaked and very pale face. “Th-Thanks for getting me, Mr. Stark.”

Without saying a single word, Tony picks him up and flies them out of the shallow hole. Peter’s legs aren’t wobbly – his entire body is. Tony is seriously concerned that the boy might fall to the ground if he wouldn’t support him by having a very tight grip on his shoulders. “Are you okay?”

Peter nods.

Tony knows it’s a lie.

Peter knows that Tony knows, so he gives him half of a shaky smile. “I mean, I have all the oxygen I need again, so that’s cool.”

Tony narrows his eyes. “Kid, don’t even joke-”

He gets interrupted by Peter’s sob. And like a switch has been flipped inside him, Peter leans forward (either to seek comfort or because he’s too weak, Tony can’t tell), slumping against his chest, eyes welling up again. “That was so scary,” he chokes out. “Like… really scary.”

“You’re safe now,” Tony says, pulling Peter against his chest and wrapping his arms around him, slightly rocking back and forth as all the tension and stress and horror leave Peter’s body, leaving him sobbing and clinging to Tony’s armor. He’s aware that he’ll most likely have a breakdown like this himself, but it has to wait after he made sure Peter is okay – and after he dealt with however was behind this. “I got you. You’re safe.”

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“You’re out of my mind!”

Tony doesn’t even grace that with a snort. “I’ve heard that one before. And you have probably, too.”

“I should’ve listened to them. You have to be out of your mind to ask this of me.”

“Relax, it’s no big deal.”

“You’re asking a nineteen-year-old to be in charge of one of the biggest companies in the world!”

The man shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal. “You’re the only both Pepper and I trust enough to do this.”

Tony and Pepper, the very newlyweds, are supposed to go on a secret honeymoon. Only for a couple of days, because if they vanish from the eye of the public for too long, people might get suspicious. They’re flying to some very small island (Tony said he bought it and Peter isn’t quite sure if the man is joking or not), completely cut-off from society and technology. Well, except for one phone for absolute emergencies like another alien invasion.

To Peter’s enormous surprise, he not only got that emergency phone number, but they also asked him to sit in Tony’s lab at SI (they first suggested Pepper’s office, but the idea freaked him out so much, they quickly decided to come up with a different plan) and the leader of one of the biggest companies in the world (!!!) by proxy.

“You don’t have to make any decisions,” Tony says, trying her best to calm Peter down. “We’ve talked everything through with Pepper’s assistant Ian and there are no major projects going on right now. Your only job is to sit there and decide if the emergency everyone claims to have is actually an emergency or just Sarah from PR just being overly dramatic.”

“Is Sarah from PR often overly dramatic?”

“You have no idea. Next to her, I’m the most down to earth guy you’ll ever meet.”

That’s hard to believe, but there are more pressing matters than Sarah’s dramatic streak. “But what if I make a mistake?”

“Buddy,” Tony says softly, walking over to the couch where Peter is currently having his crisis. Sitting down next to him, he throws his arm around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze. “If you’re worrying about ruining the company-”

Please don’t say it out loud.”

“-don’t worry about it. I did so much shit in my days as CEO, the company should’ve gone bankrupt at least eleven times. I mean, please don’t see it as a challenge to actually do something that would ruin us, but I don’t have any doubts that everything will be fine.”

“I just… don’t think I’m good enough.”

“You are, Peter. I already told you, there’s no one better for this than you. So? What do you say?”

Peter glances at the man who went from idol to mentor and to something like a father-figure over the last few years. If he says no, Tony and Pepper would most likely cancel their honeymoon, and Peter knows how excited they are for that trip. He can’t be the reason they aren’t going.

“Well… if you’re sure you want me to do it, then… okay, I guess. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Tony beams, pressing him against his side. “I knew I could count on Spider-Man.” Peter only gives him a shaky smile, already feeling like he’s ready for retirement.

Peter has to hide in Tony’s lab for five days in total. When he first got there, Pepper’s assistance Ian greeted him. They’ve seen each other a couple of times, and in Peter’s eyes, he’s a very competent man – you have to be, if you’re Pepper Stark’s assistance and are keeping up with her demanding schedule.

The first day, Peter doesn’t get interrupted, and he has enough time to work on all of the MIT work he took with him, knowing that there’s no better place to work on his project than Tony Stark’s lab. The second day, he gets interrupted by Ian a couple of times to nod of some documents (Pepper reassured him that he doesn’t have to make decisions, but as their official substitute, he has to give his final okay).

It happens on the third day. He’s elbow-deep in a hologram, working on an engine he has been designing, when Ian stops by once more. “Hey, can you approve this one real quick?”

“Yeah, uh,” Peter says, looking from the hologram to the man. “Can it wait, like, five seconds? It’s just-”

Ian smiles and shakes his head dismissively. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter sees him leave, and a minute later (once he got his hands out of that hologram), he walks over to the table to take a look at the document. Like all the other times, his eyes fly over the page, not really reading it, but he would feel bad to approve them without at least taking a glance at them.

However, when his eyes fly over the calculations, he notices an error. Going back to that line, he takes another look, making sure that he actually read it the right way – he did. The math is still wrong and if he would approve this the way it is right now, it would cost SI a small fortune.

Immediately, a knot forms in Peter’s stomach. Until now, he never told Ian no, but he can’t approve this. What is he supposed to do? Pepper and Tony didn’t prep him for a situation like this. Is this one time sensitive? Is he allowed to find out more about this project? The need to call Tony and ask is almost overwhelming, but he promised to only call in the case of an alien invasion or something similar.

When Ian returns a couple of minutes later to collect the document, Peter still doesn’t know what to do. “Good to go?” the man asks, smile still in place, already reaching for the papers.

Peter gulps. “Actually,” he answers, pulling the stack to himself, “I can’t approve that.”

For a second, Ian stares at him. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a mistake in here and-”

“There’s no mistake, I wrote it myself,” he interrupts Peter, the smile dropping from his face to be replaced by a scowl. “It’s perfectly fine.”

“No, it’s not. I think you might have a simple calculation mistake. If I could just look at the rest of the data-”

“No, you can’t, it’s classified,” he says in an icy voice. “You could sell out trade secrets.”

Peter kind of wants to point out that it would be very dump of Pepper and Tony to appoint him their substitute if they would think there’s even the tiniest chance of him selling out some classified information – and they aren’t dumb people.

However, he bites his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice firm and pulling the stack all the way to him, “but I can’t approve it. Not like this.”

Ian is very much not happy about it. According to Happy (who stops by to keep him company during his lunch break) he tells everyone who’s listening – and isn’t listening – that Peter obviously has no idea what he’s doing and that he’d only been appointed to this position because Tony has been blinded by his parental love for the boy.

It makes it even worse that Peter actually kinda agrees with him, but it still stings. He might have no clue about how to run a business, but he knows math. And there simply had to be a mistake somewhere in that calculation, and if he could just take a look at the original data, he could figure it out.

But he’s not allowed to. FRIDAY told him that either Pepper or Tony have to give him access (which they didn’t) – or he has to go through Ian. Which is a big no. So, all he does is hide in Tony’s lab, the document in question always at the edge of his field of vision, paranoid that someone (read: Ian) might sneak in to steal it.

Day four gets worse. Ian tries to make Peter approve the paper a couple of times, reminding him that he’s nothing but a place holder until the Starks return and that Ian himself has worked for Pepper for years and never made a mistake. Peter, unable to hold it in, only shrugged and said that there’s always a first time for everything.

After that, Ian actually synched other people on him, like the head of the R&D lab (who wasn’t that interested in getting the paper and spent an hour talking about Peter’s project), someone from HR, and the infamous Sarah who is at the very least just as dramatic as Tony.

But Peter stays strong. Even when Sarah swears this will be the downfall of the US (Peter didn’t quite follow how she came to that conclusion, but she didn’t left any room for questioning her logic) if he doesn’t hand over those papers.

On day five, he decides to channel his inner Tony – lock the door of the lab, turn up the volume of his music, and tells FRIDAY to open the door only in case of emergencies. He’s pretty sure this isn’t really what Tony or Pepper had in mind, but what is that saying? If you’re bad enough at a job, you will never have to do it again? And Peter never wants to be the substitute CEO again.

“What’s going on here?” a voice cuts off his music, and Peter whirls around. He has to blink a couple of times to make sure that Pepper and Tony are actually standing in the lab (both of them wearing hideous Hawaii shirts, which had probably been Tony’s idea). A quick glance to the clock tells him that he’s been in the lab way longer than he noticed. “Is this some kind of parent trick? Are you trying to show me how annoying it is when I’ll do this?”

“If only it would be this easy,” Pepper mumbles, but Peter sees the smile hiding in the corner of her mouth.

“Uh, no,” Peter says, knowing he has to say what’s been going on. “I hid from Ian. And basically everyone else.”

Both Starks pull their eyebrows together. “Ian?” Pepper asks. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t approve this paper. There’s a calculation error, but he didn’t believe me and didn’t let me look at the original numbers to fix it.” He holds out the document to them, and Pepper grabs them, flipping over a few pages until they find part in questions.

Tony cocks his head to the side. “Well, you’re right. Those numbers don’t add up. It would’ve costed SI quite a bit.” Suddenly, a smile breaks out on his face and he stares at Pepper with a look Peter can only describe as love-sick. “Aw, honey, this reminds me of how we met! You threatened to pepper spray Happy! So romantic.”

“Wait, what?”

Peter’s question gets ignored.

Pepper gives her husband a smirk and a kiss against his cheek (Peter can’t wait for this weird honeymoon-phase to wear off and for them to go back to their normal flirty banter, it makes him a lot less nauseous), before flipping the pages back. “I’ll talk to Ian in the morning,” she declares. “That behavior isn’t acceptable.”

“Please don’t fire him or anything,” Peter throws in, suddenly feeling guilty. Yeah, he didn’t really like how the man treated him these past couple of days, but that doesn’t mean he deserves to lose his job.

Before Pepper can answer, Tony only shrugs. “We’ll see. People who act like this when someone points out their mistakes aren’t really that fit for a position like his – or any position, to be honest. Now, how about pizza?”

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Tony, sighing: Okay, so tell me. How did you manage to set fire to the kitchen?
Peter: So I was heating my baguette like the good child I am, right?
Tony: Debatable but okay
Peter: But I forgot to take it out of the paper bag
Tony: What?!? So you just threw it in the oven??
Peter: In my defense, I was half-asleep
Tony: How??? It’s 3:00 pm
Peter: Your point?
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Okay this fic I’m writing which I’ve told y’all about right ?? I’ve offically gotten to the part that I get stuck

Why this always gotta happen

Like I know what’s gonna happen I just ugh ,, getting there

Maybe I’ll write a short lil one shot real quick and get back there

But like ugh this story hurts so much I don’t wanna take a break from it, but at least I have reading week next week so maybe then I’ll get it finish ???

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Hey all! I’m finally opening up comissions, and here’s everything you need to know!

What I do write: 

I usually write for Irondad, Clintasha, and SteveBucky, but I don’t mind writing other background relationships as well. I will even write for Tomb Raider, if that’s your jam!

  • angst/whump
  • hurt/comfort
  • fluff
  • romance
  • one shots and multichapters 

note: I’m comfortable writing almost every whump prompt imaginable, so if you’re curious, shoot me a message and I’d be happy to talk to you! 

What I don’t write:

  • incest
  • st*rker
  • nsfw/smut

If you’re interested in comissioning something, message me here on tumblr, or through my email ( and I’m sure we can work something out! Prices are rather fluid right now as I’ve never done this before, but you can expect to pay about $5 for 1,500 words. 

Here’s my kofi-account

Here’s my ao3 if you’d like to check out my other writing before making a decision!

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Tony can only stare at Peter. He’s not quite sure if it’s in horror, disgust, or awe, because no matter how unappetizing it looks, seeing someone practically inhaling an entire pizza in less than three minutes is quite impressive.

And Peter isn’t stopping. He hasn’t even swallowed down his last bite and he’s already reaching for the next (his third) pizza.

Tony can’t take it anymore. “Hey, slow down, okay? Nobody is going to take that food away from you.”

“But I’m so hungry,” Peter mumbles through the food that is still in his mouth. At first, Tony has been very concerned about Peter insatiable hunger, thinking that it might be some indication that something is wrong. However, after several tests, they found out that everything is absolutely fine, it’s simply his fast metabolism and him being a teenager that make him eat like he’s constantly starving.

“I bet you can still take one minute to actually chew your food,” Tony comments, still on his second slice of pizza.

Peter shakes his head. “You’re gonna lose that bet, Mr. Stark.”

“And I’m gonna lose an intern if you don’t slow down to make sure that those things won’t block your throat.” Tony shakes his head. “Seriously, if you continue eating that much and so fast, I might actually get bankrupt.” Immediately, Peter freezes, staring at him with wide eyes, and Tony knows he has to backpaddle. “That was a joke. I’m a billionaire. Do you know what that means?”

“You can buy so many chicken nuggets.”

“… I mean, very specific choice, but yes. I can buy so many chicken nuggets. So, take your time. You’re not gonna run out of food, so please start chewing, okay?”

“Mr. Stark, nothing will happen, I promise!”

Peter manages to keep that promise for nearly seven months.

Like so many other times, Happy just dropped the kid off at the penthouse and Tony has already ordered absolutely insane amounts of food for the spider-boy, everything from Thai take out to their favorite pizza. As soon as the doors of the elevator open, Peter jumps out, mumbling a Hi, Mr. Stark! before already pulling closer the first dish that he reaches.

“Oh, hi, Peter,” Tony says overly friendly. “It’s so nice to see that you want to spend some time with me! I’ve had a very nice and lovely day. How considerate of you to ask!”

Peter glares at him from the side, shoving more and more food inside his mouth.

Suddenly, he begins to cough.

“See, that’s why you should always take your time to chew at least 32 times.”

Peter doesn’t stop coughing, slowly setting down the food inside his hand (a half-eaten taco) and hitting his chest a couple of times.

Immediately, Tony steels his spine, a now very familiar worry starting to bloom in his chest. “Buddy?”

The kid doesn’t manage to get any words out. His face turns more and more red with each second, the coughs starting to sound a bit wheezing, like he can’t get enough air.

Tony doesn’t waste his breath with saying I told you so and jumps next to Peter, hitting him on the back a couple of times, hoping the food that got caught in his throat might becomes loose.

It doesn’t.

Peter keeps wheezing and coughing, slowly leaning forward in his effort to get some air inside his lungs.

In this moment, Tony is incredible grateful for all the times Rhodey forced him out of his lab to freshen up his first-aid skills. His body is running on an autopilot as a symbolic check list pops up in his mind (written in Rhodey’s exact words, which is probably not the politest way to explain the procedure of the Heimlich maneuver). He steps behind Peter, wrapping his arms around his chest, setting a fist just underneath his ribcage, and presses against it with his other hand in upwards and inwards motions.

Even though the entire procedure only takes up a couple of seconds, for Tony it feels like an eternity, trying his best to calm down his screeching and all-consuming worries, telling himself that Peter won’t get hurt, not as long as he’s around, and oh, god, he can’t get hurt, he can’t lose Peter, not after he got so used to having him around, this can’t be happening, it can’t-

Something gets catapulted out of Peter’s mouth. The wheezing coughs stop sounding like Peter is about to die. The tension in Tony’s shoulders slowly melts away. “You good?” he asks breathlessly.

Peter, who is still busy coughing but now it sounds a lot healthier, only nods.

“That’s it. From now on, you’re consuming all of your food through a straw.”

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Bruce: So Peter, you said you’ve been feeling sick lately? Is there any reason you can think of as to why you don’t feel good?

Peter: Hm… well I did get on the subway the other day and this guy sneezed. I got a weird looking hotdog from this guy who’s bike I saved. Then I touched a piece of cheese-

Bruce: Peter… anything more… pressing?

Peter: Oh… maybe the bullet in my stomach. It has been a little more bleedy lately

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I think it says a lot about me that I could describe not one, but TWO fandoms I’m in with

  • A smart, bullied 14-15 year old boy wanting to be a hero meets and impresses the hero he’s been looking up to since he was little, a smart, tired man in his 40s who has lost loved ones, and gets emotionally adopted by said hero. But dang it, the kid’s 16 now and still won’t call him by his given name!

Like, that’s so specific

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Haha you say that like I’m actually balancing them and giving them all equal time lol. But thanks. XD 

Someone else just asked about this lol. If you’re familiar with the movie “Time Bandits”, it takes the scene with the king and Kevin and attributes it to Tony and Peter, as well as the ending. I did a much bigger explanation that I don’t feel like re-typing, as well as a snippet, here

Thanks so much for asking! :D <3 

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Haha that’s okay! Yes! This one is a fun one! 

So I recently watched the movie “Time Bandits” for the first time and loved it! It’s about this kid named Kevin who encounters these six dwarves who have this map that allows them to find gateways through time. It was really good overall, but there was this one scene that specifically stuck out to me. At one point, Kevin accidentally travels through a gateway by himself and ends up in medieval times with a king who winds up adopting him and making him the heir to the throne. The dwarves eventually show up and collect him again, but Kevin really doesn’t want to go. 

They travel a bunch of other places, but at the end of the movie, Kevin wakes up and his house is on fire, and he and his parents have to run out. But then his parents find this piece of “evil” (long story lol) and they wind up dying (which you don’t feel super sorry about, because his parents kind of sucked). But then it shows that the fireman who carried Kevin out looks exactly like the king that had adopted him, and the fireman, like, winks at him before driving off. 

So, of course, my immediate thought watching all of that was “oh look, it’s Tony and Peter”. So, as such, that’s what I’m gonna try to do. But because I want it to be Tony and Peter centric, I’m gonna find a different reason that Peter winds up time-traveling to medieval times and just focus on the scene with the king, followed by the ending scene where the present Tony would save his life. 

Sorry. I know that was a really complicated explanation lol. But I hope it makes sense, and still sounds interesting! 

Here’s a little snippet: 

There are two things Peter Parker knows. 

In comic books, heroes are always there to protect and save those in need.

In real life, he isn’t someone worth saving. 

If he was, his parents wouldn’t have died in that plane crash. 

If he was, he wouldn’t have needed his aunt and uncle to pick him up on the night that drunk driver ran the red light. 

If he was, he wouldn’t be curled up in his bed at Mercy Home for Children, holding an ice pack to his black eye and trying not to cry, begging for a way out of the horrible situations that no ten-year-old should ever have to go through. 

And yet, here he is. 

And he wants to be tough. He wants to be strong. He is most of the time. 

But honestly, he just…can’t. Not right now. 

He wants his family. 

He wants his home. 

He doesn’t want to be alone anymore. 

By the time lights out rolls around, Peter is already half-asleep, clutching his Iron Man comic and wishing for a hero to save the day. 

Thanks so much for asking! :D <3

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Haha it kind of is, but it might not be what you’re expecting lol. 

Not too long ago, I wrote a Father’s Day fic called This is Where…, and in it, I mentioned a time where Tony and Peter went to Ben’s grave on the anniversary of his death, and Tony sat there with Peter while he cried. My friend, after reading the story, told me she’d really love to read a story about that specific moment. Sadly, I don’t have enough written to give you a snippet, but it’ll definitely have a lot of whump and angst, but also loads of comfort. :) 

Thanks for asking about it! <3 

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I would happily sign my soul away to Disney if they made an Iron Dad and Spider-Son series that took place between Spider-Man: Homecoming and Infinity War so that we could get all the Iron Dad & Spider-Son (+ Iron Spider Family in general, we can’t leave out May, Pepper, or Happy!) content that we rightfully deserve. Like I know it won’t happen because RDJ won’t reprise the role since he wanted to stop playing Tony before it stopped being fun (his words), but god, I would pay extra on top of my Disney+ subscription, that’s how badly I want this.

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