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incorrectquotesbybustajuice · 4 years

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Tony Stark is a Good Dad™

Peter's hands were shaking. He decided that today was the day; he was finally going to tell his father figure, Mr. Tony Stark (Doctor actually) about his sexuality, or lack of. He'd done months of research, trying to find anything that could clue him into how Mr. Stark though about LGBTQ+ but the search came out dry. "Hello, Mr. Parker," F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, making Peter jump from his thoughts, "Would you like to go to Boss' lab?" It was a rhetorical question really.

"Yes please, F.R.I," he replied. His heart beat increased so high that it was worrying, even for his spideryness. The lifts doors opened with a ding and Peter stepped out of the enclosed space. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a snack before making his way down to the lab. He slowly walking while opening his packet of crisps till he was outside the frosted glass door. He took a deep breath before placing his spare hand onto the ID pad. The door made a beep, signalling that it was unlocked and peter pushed the door open. The music that was previously blaring decreased to a more normal level.

"Hey, Kid." The mentor spoke as he lifted his gaze from the invention on his desk, eyes crinkling as a smile graced his face.

"Hi, Mr. Stark, " the mentee replied.

"Underoos, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Tony. In fact, call me anything other than Mr. Stark, that's my father."

"Okay, Dr. Stark," Peter quipped with a smirk as he made his way to Tony.

"I walked right into that one. You're a little shit, you know."

" Well, what can I say. I learnt from the best," Peter plopped down on the stool next to Tony, " so, what are you working on?"

" Something Spider-babies don't get to know about till they have finished their homework."

Peter sighed, "fine," as he dug around in his bag to find the sheet of homework he shoved in last minute and tried to straighten out the wrinkles before getting started.

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Tony sat quietly tinkering with some parts as Peter worked on his homework quietly, which was weird. He didn't even come into the lab rambling about his day like he usually did. He glanced over to Peter who was staring into space while chewing on the tip of his pen.

"A penny for your thoughts, kid," Tony spoke softly, trying not to startle the kid.

" What," Peter's head shot up, " what do you mean, Mr. Stark?"

"You're quiet for once and that's unlike you. I don't even know what you got on your maths test today."

"Oh, I got an A, Sir."

"Hey, what's up? You never call me sir anymore, I thought we were past that."

"It's just..." Peter trailed off.

"Kid, what ever it is. You can trust me"

Peter took a breath, "I'm just going to say it and get it over with," he look at his fidgeting hands.

"Say what, kid."

"Mr. Stark, I'm," Peter took another breath before look away from Tony's worried eyes, " I'm asexual."

There was a pregnant pause before Tony started laughing.

"Was that all kid. I couldn't care less about your sexuality," he chuckled before sobering, " but thanks for trusting me, underoos."

Peter spluttered, "What?"

Tony looked in disbelief at Peter, "Kid, you didn't think I was straight, did you?"

He stayed quiet.

"Oh my God," Tony's eyes widened, "You did."

Peter's mind finally caught up to the conversation. "Wait, Mr. Stark, you're not straight?" He questioned.

"No kid, I am very much bisexual."

"But," Peter started, "but Google."

"What, you couldn't find my many sex tapes and other scandles." He joked before changing his tone, "not that there's much out there. My dad and Obie covered most of it up. Something about bad press."

"Eww. Mr. Stark, that's like hearing about my dad's sex life," Peter retorted, " Seriously though, Tony. Thanks."

Tony mustered a half smile at the kid, " No problem, Spider-baby. Anyway, I'm tired of tinkering, let's go watch a movie and order Thai."

"Yes, movie time," Peter spoke with excited before rushing towards the door.

"Calm down, Pete," Tony spoke as he rose slowly from his chair, knees and back popping as he moved, " Don't think you're able to get out of basically saying I'm your dad as well," he shouted after the hyperactive teen, smiling to himself.

#irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #ironman #spiderman #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #irondad and spideyson fanfiction #father son

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thedragonemperess · 3 years

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Broke: Tony is Peter's unofficial adoptive father

Woke: Pepper is Shuri's unofficial adoptive mother

#marankton speaks because why not #marvel stuff #what if?#what if? spoilers #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spiderman #pepper potts #virginia potts #virginia pepper potts #shuri #shuri udaku #irondad #spideyson #i love them your honor #now WHERES the fanfiction

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dead-inside-pt2 · 3 years

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Enemies to family fic where Peter is a reckless enhanced individual terrorizing the streets of Queens and Tony is sent after him by Fury due to Peter's unknown capability's and the polices inability to capture him.

After a few back and fourth disagreements, Tony finds him collapsed on the side of the street from a stab wound with his mask still on, knowing that he wouldn't get another chance to do this he takes the mask off and discovers the face of Peter Parker, a high-school student who was deemed missing after his aunt was killed by a cop in an incident resulting in numerous other casualty's.

Tony takes him back to the tower to treat him and proposes a deal, Tony wouldn't hand him over to the authorities if he stayed in the tower under Tony's supervision.

Peter agrees and thus begins their road to becoming father and son, visits to the compound, road trips, lab time, movie nights, terrible baking accidents, all the fluffiest stuff you can think off.

It's a few months after he gets taken in that Peter hears on the news of a tragedy in Queens, his mind goes back to all the times before where he saved someone from a mugging on the streets when he passed by the look of fear and relief on their face as they simultaneously realized who he was but that he wasn't going to hurt them. He missed that feeling.

He starts working on a suit, he doesn't know why but he does. Then he finishes it and as he looks back at his room in the tower ready to jump from the window he still doesn't know but the screams of someone pulls his head away from his internal dilemma and he swings off into the night.

[The rest I am still building in my head. If you wanna try to write this go ahead just send me the link to the fic, I love reading peoples work :]

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xpeterstarkx · 3 years

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L O S T

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retro-memo · 3 years

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A Promise To Keep

Hi, I'm back with another one-shot. Now this is just something I quickly whipped up in my notes while I was bored. So, don't expect it to be good. This is just basically Tony comforting Peter and still being new at being a dad.

Also, if any of you see this as St*rker I'll hunt you down. This is NOT ST*RKER! So don't even think about tagging this as St*rker.

Tony startled awake in a way that wasn’t natural or gentle. It yanked him right out of sleep, and for a split second, he thought F.R.I.D.A.Y had woken up or the Compound was under attack.

Yet, there was silence, nothing. No sounds of gunfire nor was his Al's voice calling out to him and Tony forced himself to think.

He scanned the darkness of the room around with a careful amount of scrutiny, not relaxing until he was satisfied that there was no danger. That everything was safe.

Next to Pepper next to him stirred and her eyes fluttered open and guilt curled in his gut for waking her but before it could manifest, he kissed her forehead. She gave him a sleepy smile and dropped her head back on the pillow, asleep again.

Tony smiled, about to do the same thing when he heard noises coming from outside their room. Not right outside their room, however - if he had to judge it vaguely, he'd say it was coming from further down.

Where Peter was.

He sighed softly to himself. It was the kid's first night sleeping over at the Compound, Tony couldn't bring himself to be surprised that Peter was going to be restless. After all, it happens when someone sleeps in a new place.

Knowing if he didn't check on Peter to make sure he was okay, he wouldn't be able to sleep so Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed, making sure he didn't wake Pepper.

Tiptoeing to the door, Tony decided he was just going to give Peter a quick talk, perhaps a pat on the back before sending him back to his room. Easy, right?

Though now he was out here in the hallway, Tony couldn't help but feel it that sounded familiar. As he kept walking forward, the sound got louder, clearer.

It all clicked at once and realization hit him in the face so hard it felt as if he'd gotten whiplash.

It was sobbing.

It was Peter sobbing.

All rational thoughts fleed from Tony at once, and he found himself running, heart rate picking up.

Why was Peter, one of the most cheerful people on this planet, crying in the middle of the night? He was obviously trying to be quiet about it, to try not to wake anyone, presumably.

Too late for late. Just as Tony rounded the corner, and his stomach felt as if it had been thrown from Eiffel Tower.

Peter was sitting on the ground curled up in front of his room door, literally trembling all over with his arms and head resting on his knees.

His face was hidden, but Tony could clearly hear him crying - could hear him trying to stop himself with little to no effect.

“Kid?” Tony whispered, hand hovering awkwardly in the air, and kept the distance between them, not exactly sure what to do with himself.

Peter's head snapped up and despite it being dark, Tony could make out the tears tracks still running down his face. “M’ St’k?”

"Yeah, kid." Tony watched the kid made a futile to wipe them away with the back of his palm but the tears kept coming. "You okay?"

Tony felt his chest tighten when Peter choked back another sob and gave a shaky nod. Shit. He needed Pepper for this. She probably could handle crying kids better than him but he didn't want to wake her.

Not sure what else to do, and deciding to be the responsible adult in this situation, Tony felt the need to say something.

“Do you…” he started before swallowing the heavy lump that made its way in his throat. "Do you want to talk about it?”

Peter shook his head slightly and hid his back into his knees. “‘M fine, Mr. Stark."

Tony almost snorted out loud. Yeah, sure, he's fine. It's not like he's crying his eyes out in the middle of the night or anything. Nothing wrong at all. Nope.

"Are you hurt?" Tony eyed the kid up and down, wondering if Peter was possibly hiding an injury. He wouldn't put it past the kid.

Again, Peter only shook his head and Tony had half the mind to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y why she didn't tell him that the kid was balling his eyes out in the hallway.

As if reading his thoughts, Peter mumbled. "I told F.R.I.D.A.Y not to tell you anything, how did you know I was here?"

That explains it. Tony looked out from the corner of his eyes at one of the cameras huddled up on the roof. He was going to have to work on her code a little more so the next time when Peter asked to keep something like this a secret, she would still report to him.

"She's loyal to me, kid." Tony tried playing it off as a lie, not really Peter wanting to know that he came to check up on him by his own accord. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to call Aunt May?"

Alright, maybe that was an exasperation on his part. He wouldn't really go as far as calling May this late at night but something obviously upset the kid.

Still, it seemed Peter took his word to his heart because the kid stilled and raised his head a little. A foreign emotion he never felt before washed over Tony when he saw those red-rimmed watery brown eyes stare up at him.

"‘S just a dream," Peter mumbled, his sobs having started to slow down, and now had given way to heavy breathing and occasional sniffles.

Tony stared. He was no stranger when it came to dreams and it was obviously more than one to Peter.

Tony couldn't help it, he saw himself where Peter was curled up on the floor when he about six years old and a thunderstorm took out the power of the mansion. He'd been so scared, crying most of the night but his father brushed him off. Telling him to grow up.

My dad never really gave me a lot of support. I’m just trying to break the cycle of shame.

His own words came back at him before the whole Ferry Fiasco. Before taking the kid's suit when he needed it most and almost getting Peter killed.

If you even cared, you'd actually be here.

Tony sighed. "Alright, scooch over."

Peter flinched, looking up at him with those wide eyes, and briefly, Tony wondered how long he’d been silent.

"Scooch." Tony gestured next to Peter with a wave of his hand, already moving forward. "I'm gonna sit there."

Peter stared as if he was speaking gibberish.

"What?" The kid managed to choke out, his voice hoarse from crying.

"You heard me." Peter looked at him as if he grew a second head. He opened his mouth like he was going to reply, but closed his mouth as he seemed to think, then he opened it again but no words came out.

Eventually, he closed it again, pressing his lips in a thin line, and moved over. Tony awkwardly sat down next to him, groaning when his knees ached. Ugh.

He ignored it, still not sure what he was doing. Peter glanced at him, giving a sniff, eyes still puffy from crying. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"'S not important." Tony rose a challenging eyebrow. "Want to try that lie again? Perhaps when you're not breaking down on the floor in the middle of the night?"

Peter's eyes watered, and Tony could see his chest breathing picking up again, obviously trying to keep his emotions at bay. He knew the kid was getting close to cracking again.

The kid sniffed. "Sorry."

"Come on, Underoos." He promoted softly and reached out, curling one arm around Peter’s shoulders and gently pulling him into his chest while squashing down his own discomfort. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

The kid was stiff, still barely leaning into his side. “Sorry I made you worry. It's nothing.”

Tony hummed. "If it upsets you this much, it's obviously important."

“Sorry to –”

An almost involuntary noise came from Tony's throat, and he shook his head just slightly. He didn’t know what Peter was apologizing for, but he knew he didn’t need to hear it. “Pete."

And that, finally, seemed to be it. The dam finally broke. The kid flinched, and then let out a choked wheeze of air, like he hadn’t quite been able to breathe past it.

For a second, he didn’t move, but Tony pulled a little more. That was enough for Peter to slowly turn into him, head falling onto his shoulder. On instinct, Tony reached up with his other hand to hold him there.

Peter didn’t cry. He didn’t fall into a messy, broken heap but he did lean, and breathe, shaking a little while Tony threaded his fingers through Peter's soft curls.

Tony muttered quiet words for the kid, like Jarvis used when he got afraid, simply holding Peter as he shook against him, being there for him.

For a while, neither of them said anything just simply breathing with each other and Tony gave Peter time he needed, watching as he pulled himself.

Eventually… eventually the kid spoke.

"It was the Vulture." The mumble was so soft into the fabric of his pajamas, Tony was certain of it was any softer, he wouldn't have heard it. "You mean Toomes?"

Peter nodded his head, still not looking up, hands crumbling up the fabric of his shirt as they bunched into a white-knuckled grip. "He trapped me, I couldn't — couldn't breathe. It was so dark and — I just couldn't."

Tony froze, breath leaving him all at once as if he'd sucker-punched in the gut. Please don't tell where that this is going where I think it is. Please don't tell me I fucked up and got this kid traumatized. Please no. Oh God.

Blissfully unaware of Tony's fast-spiraling thoughts, Peter continued. "I couldn't do anything. I was so scared and I thought — kept thinking that I wouldn't be able to get out. That I'd — that—"

Tony tightened his hold on Peter, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't want to hear how else he failed the kid, how else he messed everything up. That he was too self-absorbed to listen until it was too late.

I promise, kid. Tony gritted his teeth, swallowing down his own tears that threatened to spill over. I won't ever let anything bad happen to you again. I'll be better. For you kid. I'll be better. I promise.

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I did say it wasn't going to be perfect but I hope you guys still managed to enjoy it! Let me know what you think and thanks for reading! Any support is appreciated.

#irondad #spider son #tony stark #peter parker #One-shot #Nightmares #Hurt/comfort #Angst #Peter gets a hug #iron dad #Fanfiction #dad tony stark #spideyson #Tony gets a hug #Both my babies get a hug

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mysterycheerio · 3 years

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When Peter came to, he was staring right at... Well, at Tony Stark’s face. And he wouldn’t lie, the first though that came through his head was what the fuck.

“Kid,” Tony Stark said, “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine, um? Where exactly... am I?”

Peter's been keeping a secret about himself for quite a while, but to be fair, he had told everyone important in his life, its the systems fault for not telling him he had powers, or that he was a frucking avenger!!!!

Peter has dissociative identity disorder

#irondad fics #peter and tony #peter parker #avengers #irondad and spiderson #spiderman #spiderman far from home #irondad and spideyson #irondad #peter parker fics #spiderman fanfiction

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themessyaofmind · 4 years

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My friends in the same semester as me: this quarantine period is the perfect time to finish our thesis

Me: aight, let start reading all that fanfictions I put on bookmarks for months!

#seriously my thesis is due on july or something #but i've not even finish half of it #but there is not other perfect time to finish all my bookmarked fanfiction than now #quarantine #fanfiction #ao3 #stucky #spideypool #gallavich #irondad spideyson

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diazevan · 5 years

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ii. explosion

Morgan is a runner.

Peter learned that on the day they met. Well, he was warned. She’s fast on her feet and is gone in the blink of an eye. Whenever he came over to play, she’d wear him out, with all her constant moving, from corner to corner, room to room. She was antsy, unable to stay in one place too long, and there was no way to distract her with a game, or a movie. She’d be up on her feet within a minute, looking for something else to do. Peter was built to chase after Morgan, according to Tony and Pepper, he was born to run after her. He was the only one who could catch up with her, and understand what she wanted to do next. He didn’t care if she wanted to play one-thousand different games in a single afternoon, he was more than happy to follow her anywhere, he had almost five years to catch up on, after all. However, going out for the day? That was a whole new task. Tony had, spontaneously, decided to take Morgan and Peter out for breakfast, while Pepper and May spent some quality ‘Mum’ time together, whatever that meant. Peter, being the paranoid older brother he was destined to be, started drawing up plans and solutions for every possible situation Morgan could run into. “Five minutes, twenty-two seconds….” Tony laughed, as they watched Morgan run off, towards a Florist, “That’s gotta be a new record.” Peter chuckled under his breath, he nudged Tony’s shoulder as he skipped forward, “You get our Pretzels....” He sped ahead, “I’ll get her.” “On it!” Tony called after him, with no argument. Tony was playing this off with his usual nonchalant bravado, but Peter knew that inside it killed him to see his daughter run, and know he’s not fast enough to catch up with her, not like before. Tony was adapting to life with a prosthetic arm, and still recovering from the fallout of using the stones. Peter had seen what Spider-Man was doing to him. Tony was reluctantly off-duty - he had to wait another four months before he could even think of stepping foot in an Iron Man suit again. If Peter got hurt on patrol, Tony had to rely on other people to help. Of course, they were the people Tony trusted the most; Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper. It didn’t matter who helped though, it tore Tony apart - not being able to help his kids. “Petey, look at these ones!” Morgan pointed up at a red and blue arrangement of flowers, “They’re Spider-Man flowers.” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, he pressed a finger to his lips, he shook his head as he knelt down in front of her. He loved that Morgan knew, it made life easier for them, but sometimes, it was hard to ask a four-year-old to keep a secret, especially one that big. His shoulders deflated, when he noticed that she was right because next to the flowers, was a small plaque that read, 'The Spider-Man Bouquet.’ Peter caught Morgan’s frailing hand as he stood back up to study the bouquet, his wasn’t the only one. There were arrangements for every Avenger. “Do you like them?” Morgan asked as she swung back and forth, using his arm as a monkey bar. Peter hummed as he looked down at her, “I love them...maybe, we…” His words died in his throat as a sharp pain shot up his spine and the hairs on the back of his arms stood on end; a warning he was all-too-familiar with. His Spidey Sense - commonly referred to as his Peter Tingle, thanks to May - was not reliable, but Peter knew that something was about to happen. Something big. He hadn’t felt dread like this, not since the final battle, when Tony snapped his fingers and almost lost his life, saving the universe. Tony. Logically, in Peter’s confusion, that’s where his mind went first. He clutched onto Morgan’s hand as tightly as he could, not wanting to lose sight of her. He snapped his head back, searching for Tony, he was on the other side of the street, talking to the Pretzel stand worker, wearing his signature ear-to-ear grin. He was safe. Reality hit Peter when he didn’t have long left to react to the coming danger. Tony was safe. They were not. Peter’s first priority was Morgan. Now, and forever.

He didn’t have his web-shooters, and they had no time left to run. So, he hoisted her up into his arms. Morgan didn’t need an explanation as she tightened her arms around his back, it was almost second nature for her to be in her brother’s arms. She was understandably protective of Peter because, for the first four years of her life, he was a bedtime story. When they first met, she hated letting go; she was afraid that they would lose him again. Peter tangled his fingers in her hair, to cradle her head; he threw himself onto the ground and he pulled her as close as he possibly could, acting as her shield. Peter was blinded by an explosion, and he felt the ground underneath him slip away. He locked his arms around Morgan as they were thrown around. He didn’t remember passing out, but he woke to the sound of Morgan, sobbing. “Petey! Petey, wake up…” He smacked his lips together as he tried to answer her, but his throat seized, he turned his head to his side as his reflexes kicked in, and began to dry heave, when his stomach failed to bring anything up, he erupted in a series of violent coughs; he bit down on his lip to conceal his hurt. Morgan was already scared, he didn’t need to add to that. “Stop it, Petey…” Morgan hiccuped, “Stop it!” Peter’s coughs came to an end. He wanted to open his eyes and reassure her that everything was going to be alright, but he could feel the darkness, wrapping its cold fingers around his ankles, trying to drag him back down. His body was on fire. Something metal and heavy was pressing down on his leg. The entire right side of his body was numb; he couldn’t even move that arm, he didn’t know if it was because of how he landed or if it was an injury sustained during the blast. This wasn’t like when the Vulture trapped him. This time, he’d taken every possible precaution to protect Morgan, so he took the full force of the explosion. He wouldn’t take it back, he saved his sister, and that was the most important thing. All he regretted was the fact that he couldn’t help her get out. He weakly brushed his left hand against the ground, and Morgan grabbed hold of it, as she cried out his name. “It’s…It’s ok..ay.” “Petey…?” Peter deflated, as he rolled his head to the side. He was overwhelmed by a repetitive buzzing in his ears, every noise sounded like it was thousands of miles away. It felt like he was about to drown, but he was able to stay afloat because Morgan was holding his hand. “Morgan!” Tony? That sounded like Tony. “Daddy? Daddy!” “Hey, sweetheart... I’m over here.” “Daddy! Petey is sleeping!” No, Peter thought, I’m not sleeping...just...resting…He tried to move, but he was paralysed; he could only tighten his hand around Morgan’s. “Okay, okay, honey…” Tony breathed, “Can you be really grown up for me?” “Hm-hm.” “Can you see if Petey’s breathing? Is his chest going up and down?” I’m okay...just...just... “Yeah, it is!” “That’s good. I’m gonna get you both out, okay?” “Okay…” “Morguna...baby, I need you to crawl to me…” “No.” “Honey, you can do it, I know you can.” “I can’t leave Petey!” She pulled on Peter’s hand. “I know it’s scary…” “No!” Peter fought against the looming darkness to open his eyes, he couldn’t let Morgan put her life on the line, and he knew that she’d listen to him, “Hey…” Morgan’s lower lip trembled as she looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she yanked on his arm, trying to get him to move, “Go…” She shook her head, “....Go.” “Morguna, I’m gonna get your brother out, I promise…” Tony coaxed, “Right, kid?” Peter couldn’t see Tony from where he was, but he could imagine the fear etched across his face, “Yeah...” Morgan looked back at Tony, “You promise, three-thousand?” “….Yes…Yes, I do!” “Okay....” Morgan let her hand fall out of his, and she turned as she crawled over towards Tony. Morgan was Peter’s anchor, and she let go. So, he let himself sink to the ocean floor. Morgan was safe, and that’s all that mattered.

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Peter knew where he was. He didn’t even need to open his eyes. The distance sound of Tony’s Alpaca enjoying his afternoon snack was the confirmation he needed. He was in his bed, at the Stark lakehouse.

Peter felt fingers brush against his hand, “Kid, you with me?”

“Hey…” He locked his fingers around Tony’s hand.

“Hey.”

The clogs turned slowly, and as soon as Peter caught up with what had happened, he bolted upright, screaming out Morgan’s name in a blind panic. The head rush made him regret sitting up so hastily but he needed to know where she was.

“Hey, hey...” Tony caught Peter’s arms and held them, “Look at me...” Tony knelt down on the mattress, “Morgan’s downstairs, she’s got a few scratches and bruises, but she’s going to be fine…”

Peter relaxed, and leaned his forehead against Tony’s shoulder, “...Yeah?”

Tony lay his chin on Peter’s head, “Yeah, I promise, bud. She’s okay.”

“That’s…Good.”

Tony leaned back, and cupped Peter’s cheek with his hand, “You... scared us, bud.” His throat cracked, as he pushed his hand back through Peter’s hair, “If you didn’t have your powers…”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, “But...I do.” He’d passed out after Morgan got out. Meaning, he’d been unconscious when Tony got to him, he couldn’t imagine how fucking terrifying that must have been. Tony had only just got Peter back, so seeing him like that, couldn’t have been easy.

“Yeah.” Tony bent down, pressing a kiss against Peter’s temple, “Yeah, you do.” He gently nudged Peter’s chin up, and his mouth twitched into a smile, “You ready to be lovingly tackled by your sister?”

“Always.”

You can follow this month of scheduled Iron Dad Angst on AO3!

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babydagger28 · 3 years

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Day 4: Déjà Vu

Peter just wanted to prove Mr. Stark that he could be useful on mission. Instead, he got to relive that night at the building with Tooms.

#webpril 2021 day 4 #webpril 2021 #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #irondad #spideyson

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 years

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The Definition of Anything-happyaspie [2020-2-27]

The heater in Peter's apartment goes out on the coldest day of the year and the landlord seemed to be overrun with maintenance requests. Calling Tony to help him out seemed like the next logical solution. After all, he had told him many, many times that he should call him if he ever needed anything. The man had never really specified what 'anything' meant but he figured that by definition, 'I'm cold and you know how to fix things.', fell into that category. Right?

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--Anything--

Pronoun: Any thing whatever; something, no matter what.

Noun: A thing of any kind.

Adverb: In any degree; to any extent; in any way; at all.

Link to AO3-The Definition of Anything-happyaspie

It was the middle of February and the temperature had decided to take a sudden nose dive into the negative numbers. Not that those kinds of things would stop Peter from patrolling. Seeing as Tony had helpfully provided him with an in-suit heater, he was sure he would be fine and for a while, he was. Though once the sun had completely set, the wind started to become so bitter that, eventually, the heater could no longer keep up.

Seeing as the icy negative fifteen-degree weather seemed to be enough to detour any major crime from taking place in the borough, Peter began to swing him towards his warm bed. The first thing he noticed as he stood inside his closet shimmying off the suit was that it wasn't particularly warm in the apartment. It wasn't cold... it just wasn't as warm and cozy as he'd imagined it would be. So, once he was in a pair of joggers and t-shirt he walked down the hall towards the thermostat. He wasn't surprised by the display saying that it was sixty-one degrees in the house. The entire system was old and a little touchy. It wasn't unusual to have to knock the desired temperature up a few degrees in order to get the unit to kick in. Therefore, he hit the up arrow a couple of times, went back to his room to crawl under the covers and fell instantly asleep.

A few short hours later, he woke up to the sound of May getting ready for work. Though, having not gotten to bed until late he didn't bother to climb out of bed. He did instantly realize that his room was still cold and looked towards his window to make sure that he'd remembered to close it. When it was indeed locked shut, he sighed and pulled his comforter up a little more tightly under his chin. He wasn't worried. If it was really that cold in the apartment, May would turn up the heater before she left.

Except, the next time he woke up he could no longer ignore the chills that were dancing up and down his spine. He lay there for several minutes waiting to hear the hum of the heater begin to blow warmth into his room but it never did. So, with a huff, he pulled the blankets over his shoulders and sat up. May was long gone for her first shift of the day and he was going to have to finagle the stupid thermostat himself. However, once he placed his socked foot onto the laminate flooring, he sucked a hiss in through is teeth. The floor was so cold that it burned but he powered through and hurried towards the thermostat in the hall that showed the temperature to be a balmy forty-six degrees.

As he stood there hopping from foot to foot to avoid having any kind of prolonged contact with the floor, he tapped the arrow to send the desired temperature up well past eighty. Though he knew it wouldn't do any good. Something had finally given in and it was broken. There wasn't much he could do outside of requesting maintenance and he could do that from his bed.

After leaving a message with the landlord, Peter tucked himself back down under his covers. It crossed his mind that maybe putting on his Spider-man suit and swinging across the city with the heater running might warm him up but one look at the outside temperature had him changing his mind. Even with the sun up, it was still below freezing. Besides, he was already back to warming up under the blankets and the Spider-suit was all the way on the other side of the room.

For quite a while, Peter patiently waiting for someone to come to fix the heat but they never arrived. In fact, between the thin walls and the drafty windows, he could feel it becoming even colder in his room. His nose was frozen and he could feel it starting to run as a result. To make matters worse, his stomach was starting to protest his lack of breakfast. However, rather than get up, he grabbed at his phone with his suddenly uncoordinated fingers and attempted to leave another message with the landlord, only this time it seemed that the message box was full. Clearly, he wasn't the only one being affected by the cold snap.

Groaning in annoyance, Peter opened and closed his hands a few times to try and warm them up as he tried to decide what to do next. He considered trying to call May but there was no reason to do that, really. He'd already called to request the repair and it wasn't like she could do anything else. Calling her would just make her worry. Then he thought about going over to Ned's house because surely it was toasty warm in there but then he remembered he wasn't even home. Unlike him, he was still in the Robotics Club and would be spending the weekend at the school working on all the last-minute programming. Then, as he was flipping through his contacts list, his thumb landed on Tony's name... and that had him thinking.

The man was a genius. He knew how to do everything from fixing old car engines to creating an arc reactor and an Iron Man suit out of a box of scraps. Surely he could fix a broken heating unit. That and he had told him many, many times that he should call him if he ever needed anything. He'd never really specified what 'anything' meant but he figured that by definition, 'I'm cold and you know how to fix things.', fell into that category. So, with only slight hesitation he decided to send him a message. If nothing else, but to feel out the situation.

'Hey, Mr. Stark. Are you busy?', he typed out knowing that he probably was and that he'd just asked the stupidest question of all time. The man was a superhero who owned a gigantic tech business. Of course, he was busy. Then, just as he was about to retract the question he received an answer.

Tony, who had been in his workshop all night, literally knee-deep in a new Iron Man suit, smiled down at his phone when the familiar contact popped up on his screen. Peter rarely texted him before noon and he found himself curious as to what the kid was up to. 'I'm always busy. Why? What's up?', he typed back in return before his brain filled him on at least three thousand reasons why the kid could be texting him at nine o'clock in the morning. Especially on a weekend. Those were the days the teenager spent the majority of his time Spidering all over the city. 'Are you okay?', he added while simultaneously pulling up the information from the Spider-suit.

Still feeling, slightly apprehensive about asking his mentor to come over to his house, of all things, he decided to once again remain somewhat vague. 'I was sort of hoping that maybe you could come over to my apartment and help me.', he replied not realizing that by leaving out all context he was sending his mentor's heart rate through the roof.

A glance at the tracking information on the suit verified that it was inside of the Parker's apartment as Peter had indicated. However, the suit didn't seem to be on and the last activity that had been recorded was from the night prior. Upon further inspection, he saw that all of the vitals were within a normal range, short of a slight drop in body temperature and that there was no other indication that anything calamitus had happened. That was all well and good but at the same time, he knew that the teenager had been known to mess with the coding to prevent him from getting certain kinds of notifications. However, what was most worrying was that he'd straight-up, asked for help. He never asked for help. He could be bleeding out in an alley and would still insist that he had it all under control. He wouldn't put it past the kid to lay in his bed overnight, nursing a life-threatening injury, on his own, and then casually text him when he finally decided that maybe he didn't have it all under control, after all. That was all it took for him to call in a functional suit so that he could take off towards Queens. 'I'll be there soon, kid. Hang Tight.'

Being utterly relieved that help was on the way, Peter threw the comforter over his head completely and inadvertently drifted back to sleep. He never once considering how odd it was that his mentor had so quickly agreed to come over help him, despite having no idea what he needed help with.

While Peter was curled up in a tight ball, sound asleep in the little pocket of warmth he'd created for himself, Tony was flying towards him. He'd spent the first few minutes of the trip having FRIDAY go over the Spider-suit's video monitoring in an attempt to narrow down what he would be dealing with upon his arrival but the AI found nothing. He was trying to decide if that was more or less concerning when the familiar building finally came into view.

Deciding that it would be suspicious for Iron Man to go running through the halls of the Queen's apartment, Tony ditched the suit on the roof and began to climb down the fire escape that led into an alley, cursing himself the whole time for not thinking to put on a coat before he left. However, between the fridged air and the nagging worry, he managed to make quick work of the ricketty ladders and was soon inside, taking the stairs two at a time all the way up to the Parker's seventh-floor apartment.

Once he was outside the door he didn't even bother to knock, instead, he took the key that May had entrusted to him for emergencies and walked right in. He was unsurprised at the lack of activity in the large open room. Peter hiding an injury from his aunt would be a given. He wouldn't want her to worry. The fact that she'd already left for work was to be expected. Then, rather than announcing his presence, Tony bounded down the hall and threw Peter's bedroom door open steeling himself for the worst, only to end up face to face with a wide-eyed, sleep disheveled teenager looking back at him in surprise.

Having been abruptly pulled from his sleep by his bedroom door squeaking open, Peter rapidly sat up and pulled the light blue comforter off of his head while being careful to keep it tightly wound around his shoulders. "Mr. Stark!", he half croaked in surprise when he saw that it was his mentor and not his aunt standing in his doorway. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep but apparently it had been long enough for Tony to dive all the way there from Manhattan.

For several seconds Tony stood there and took in the kid's appearance. Well, what he could see of him anyway. Which wasn't much. All that was exposed was his head but his hair was a tangled mess, his nose was red and he could see him shivering where he sat. Upon further scrutiny, he realized that there were no signs of blood anywhere in the room and that all in all the kid didn't seem to be in any kind of distress. With that realization, he allowed himself to relax and it was then that he realized how cold it was in the room and involuntarily shivered himself. "Do you always keep your room this cold?", he asked as he crossed the room, carefully stepping over the various legos and school books that were strewn across the floor.

"N-no.", Peter replied through chattering teeth. "The heater's broken and the landlord hasn't sent anybody by to fix it yet.", he added before running his hand under his nose with a loud sniff. "I'm f-freezing."

After standing there for several more seconds the dots slowly began to connect and Tony huffed a laugh. "Is that why you called me?", he asked with amusement. "You're cold?", added, though he realized it was more than a little chilly in the apartment. It was near frigid.

"Well...", Peter replied with a small, although it be a bit sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "You said I could call you for anything, right?"

"I did.", Tony replied seriously. He'd been trying to drill it into the kid's thick skull for months that he not only could but defiantly should call him whenever he needed help with anything. Whether it had to do with Spider-man or not. Though, he'd assumed that whenever that first call for assistance came in, it would be over something a little more... detrimental. Not that he minded in the least but that wasn't going to stop him from giving the boy a hard time. "I just wasn't expecting it to be because you needed me to put an extra blanket on your bed and tuck you in."

"Actually I was kind of hoping you could fix the heater, Mr. Stark.", Peter replied as another violent shudder wracked through him. "...but an extra blanket would be nice too."

Tony then crossed into the room and patted Peter's leg so that he could sit down beside his shivering form. As he did so, he was more surprised than he probably should have been when the kid immediately leaned over onto him in an attempt to sap up his warmth. "Are you really that cold?", he asked with a chuckled as he wrapped an arm around the boy's blanketed shoulders. "How long has the heat been out?"

"I've been cold all night.", Peter replied with a contented hum, as the man started to run his hand up and down his back. "The heater in the suit, which is super awesome by the way, thank you... wasn't keeping up once it got really, really cold so I came home and I think the heater was already broken then."

"So, you never warmed up? Geez, kiddo. Come here.", Tony replied with genuine sympathy as he opened his arms up so that Peter could fall fully up against his body. They sat there for several minutes, Peter trying to absorb as much heat as possible from his mentor's warm embrace and Tony trying to come up with a plan that didn't have him sitting there acting as a human heating pad all day. "Alright, here's what we're going to do. We're going to move you out to the couch so that I can make you something warm to drink and then you're going to point me towards your tools so I can take a look at what's going on with the heater, yeah?"

"Mm-hmm.", Peter replied though he made no effort to remove himself from the comfortable position he was now in. That is until the man stood up and begin to pull him to his feet.

"Come on Linus Van Pelt, get your blanket and start walking. I'm too old to carry you.", Tony said once he had Peter standing reluctantly beside the bed.

"You're not that old, Mr. Stark...", Peter said in return, though he'd meant it as a compliment and not as a request.

Tony laughed as he continued out of the room shouting, "Still not carrying you.", over his shoulder as he went.

After a very quick stop in the extremely cold bathroom, Peter was settled on the couch and being handed a mug of hot tea. He took one small sip and then another, sighing as the warm liquid coated his throat and began to warm him from the inside out. "This is really good. Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"You're welcome. Now, where can I find some tools.", Tony asked and once Peter had pointed him in the right direction he got to work. First looking over the thermostat and then moving on to the heating unit its self. He had it apart in no time and was quick to diagnose the problem. "Looks like the capacitor's blown. That's why the fan won't cut on. Other than that, it looks okay."

"You can fix that, though, right?", Peter asked as he craned his neck around to where Tony was standing at the sink washing his hands.

"I can, but we need to get a new capacitor.",Tony replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "They should have one at the home improvement store around the corner. You coming with?"

"Sure.", Peter replied because that sounded better than sitting, cold and alone, on the couch while he waited for the man to get back. He was also sure that whatever fancy car the man had driven over would have seat warmers. Then before anything else could be said, his stomach grumbled so loudly that he was sure they could hear it three apartments over. "Can we get some food too, please?"

"Of course.", Tony replied with a chuckle. "I already messaged someone to bring me a car. It should be here any minute.", he then said. He'd actually done that the second changing the batteries in the thermostat hadn't done the trick and he was sure he would end up needing to go to the hardware store. Then he glanced over to see the look of confusion on his mentee's face he rolled his eyes. "What are you looking at me like that for? I didn't drive over this time."

"Then how did you get here?", Peter asked with perplexity. There were only so many ways one could get to Queens from Manhattan and he couldn't imagine the man taking the bus or subway.

"Before I answer that...", Tony began as he pointed an accusatory finger in his mentee's direction. "...let me make it very clear that you were being oddly cryptic and I thought you were dying...", he said with seriousness but rather than looking any kind of remorseful, he saw a smile spread across the teenager's face.

"Mr. Stark! You flew here in an Iron Man suit?", peter squawked with delight. While he felt just a tiny bit bad that he'd scared the man enough to make him think that he needed to rush to his side in an Iron Man suit, he was also extremely amused. It was sort of nice to know that his mentor cared that much about his well being.

Rather than playing into the kid's obvious enjoyment of the situation, Tony placed his hands indignantly onto his hips. "I repeat... you led me to believe that you were dying.", he stressed but even he could admit that maybe he'd overreacted just a little. It wasn't like he'd taken any amount of time asking what was wrong. The kid had said he needed help, his brain had demanded that he jump into action and his body had followed through.

"I'm sorry.", peter said though he continued to practically cackle at the mental image of Iron Man busting through the Tower's ceiling, jetting full speed across the city and landing on his building's rooftop.

Tony took a moment to wait out the teenager's continuous giggling, before even attempting to reply and when he did it was with playful sarcasm. "Yeah, you look it."

The trip to the store was quick, the fast-food was warm and soon the two of them were back in the apartment in their previous positions. However this time, Peter had a small electric heater sitting on the coffee table in front of him, blowing warm air in his direction. He'd been hesitant to accept the purchase when Tony had picked it up but now that it was there and cutting through the chill in the room, he was happy to have it. Even if it did take the man no more than twenty minutes to replace the part.

"Thank you for coming and fixing everything, Mr. Stark.", Peter said once, Tony had successfully turned on the heater with a celebratory, 'Yay.', and was sitting down beside him on the couch.

"You're welcome, kiddo.", Tony said before leaning back on the couch and watching whatever nonsense show the kid had turned on while he was doing all the work. Not that he was upset about that. He was just glad that the kid, who had buried himself in his side the second he'd sat down, was finally starting to shuck some of the blankets that had ended up piled on the couch and was no longer sniffling every three seconds. It wasn't until another thirty minutes had passed and he was really starting to feel the rise in temperature that he said anything to the kid who was still pressed tightly up against him. "You do know that the heater's been running for the last half an hour and it's no longer cold in here, right?", he questioned as he poked the boy's side in an unsuccessful, though admittedly unenthusiastic, attempt to get the boy to get off of him.

"I know.", Peter replied before happily scooting just a touch closer making Tony smile.

"Alright, just so long as you know."

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spider-quackson · 4 years

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A little art of Peter and Noodle that my friend and I did for my irondad fics in AO3:

Puppy Parker

: Where Tony gathers prove on how Peter is the human embodiment of a puppy to prove Pepper wrong on a ridiculous argument they had.

Tony Stark, the Dog-sitter’s Quandary

: Tony Stark messed up and lost Peter's puppy. He had to find her before Peter's return or he could just pray and hope that Peter does not hate him for losing his baby.

(about the art: mine is on the left, and my friend’s is on the right - she did recolorings because I’m not an artist and I made some mistakes)

#iron dad #peter parker #tony stark #irondad fanfiction #spideyson

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jameskingofsnakes · 3 years

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Chapter one of 'Lost in the Moment' (story will be on Wattpad soon, for now, chapter one will be posted here."

"PETER-" "PETER WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

the teen pulled his mask off and let his mentor continue to tell at him, "you could have died out there kid! Are you fucking crazy?! I mean it was a bomb peter, A BOMB!!" peter bit the inside of his cheek, trying his hardest not to cry. He wasn't even listening to the screaming anymore. If Tony felt like yelling at him, then so be it. He was done. He failed. Peter lowered his head in shame.

"Peter- peter are you even listening? God, you don't care, do you? You run in without any backup, almost die, and you still don't care! Did you even know that the bomb was there? What if there were civilians that got killed peter? Hmm? Your lucky they were only injured!"

Peter look at Tony, "it should have been me, " he opened his once balled fists, a golden necklace unraveled and hit the ground, "and you were wrong, there was a civilian... But I couldn't save her."

Peter's vision blurred as he tried to read the expression on Tony's face. But Tony just studied the piece of jewelry the laid on the ground. But his face didn't change. Peter didn't expect him to know anyway, let alone care. The young hero just pulled the mask back over his head and left. He didn't care about the line of protest that Tony yelled at him.

He just left the rooftop with no plan of where to go. He could stay at the apartment, but with May being... gone, CPS could take him. He decided on grabbing his things from the apartment, then he could find somewhere to stay.

•Peter•

Karen kept telling me I was getting a call from Mr. Stark, it was getting annoying. I left for two minutes and he can't leave me alone. Why call me though, I thought he said I didn't care. If I didn't care then why did I run in? Why did I hold back tears as I carried her limp body to the paramedics? It seems to me he was the one who didn't care, he was just worried he'd get in trouble. "Karen, block all contacts, that includes FRIDAY." "Peter... You should sit down. Your heart beats abnormally higher than usual, I'm informing Boss-" "Karen? Karen! No no no no! Don't call Mr. St-"

"Peter!? You can just leave like that! And on top of that, you don't answer my calls yet I get a ping of your location and Karen tells me you need help?!"

I pulled my mask off and looked around the room. Shit. This was May's room, why did I go to May's room? "Hello? Ignoring me isn't going to help." I don't understand. Why did I come here? I don't even have anything in here? "No....I-im not ignoring you... Just confused." My chest feels tight? I can't breathe, my mind is fuzzy. "M-Mr. Stark? I- I um... I don't feel so good. I don't know what's going on." The pain in my chest got worse and I fell to the ground, barely catching myself. "Kid? Kid hold on! I'm almost there, just stay still!" I nodded, though he couldn't see. It still felt too tight, even with the mask off, I pulled at the neck of the suit. It has to come off, it's just too tight. I- I can't take it. I can't breathe?!

"Mr. Stark, I can't breathe!" he said something, but I can't hear him; I hit at the chest piece until it loosened. But it didn't help. "I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE-" I pulled myself into a ball. It hurts so bad- everything. Even my face. My eyes especially, I wiped my face with my arm, Mr. Stark's muffled voice coming from the mask that laid beside me. My face was... Wet? No. No. I can't cry. May doesn't like it when I cry. When I cry it means I'm upset, she gets upset when I'm upset. I don't want to upset May. "Nononononono-" I let myself slowly lean over until I felt my head hit the cold floor. "Don't cry! Stop it!"

"STOP IT DAMN IT! I SAID STOP- STOP STOP STOP!"

At this point, I was just hysterically yelling. I can't help it though. I'm trying so hard. But not hard enough. If. I tried hard enough I would have saved her, but thanks to me May's dead. I'm no hero- I'm just a kid in a dumb suit!

There was a crash then a thud from the living room. I couldn't even get up to check, that's how bad the pain was.

The sound of footsteps ran around the apartment. I could hear doors being opened and closed until Mays door got opened, I felt myself tense. "Kid?" It was Mr. Stark.

I don't know why but I held my breath, I just didn't want him to know I was here. That I was weak. Or that it was my fault. "Peter..get up, I can see you." I shook my head. "Peter please, I can't help you unless you let me. Im sorry I yelled, I was being a dick- ill admit that. But it was because I was scared." I felt him set me up, but I kept my eyes shut. I was scared opening them would only make me cry again. Then he sat next to me. "When you ran into the building we informed that the bomb had been tripped...then the whole building caught fire before cap could go into help you. I thought you were dead, and all I could think of was how I was going to explain to Aunt May that I had let her nephew die-"

"She's dead, " I felt him tense as he turned to face me. "W-what?" He said under his breath. "I couldn't save her, I... I wasn't fast enough! And then t-the bomb went off and I dug through the rubble bubble and when I pulled her out..." I opened my eyes and I could see him staring at me. "I... I am so sorry, peter honestly. If I had known she was..." He put his head down, "I'm sorry."

He grabbed my hands and I felt something fall into them, I looked down and seen the necklace I had pulled off of May. Suddenly the tightness in my chest came back and I started sobbing again. "W-what... What am I gonna d-do?!" I held the necklace close as I cried out. I felt Mr. Stark rubbing my shoulders as I cried. "Hey... hey hey, it's okay. Peter, hey peter, it's okay. Im gonna help you." I looked, "am I going to a home? I-i don't want to go to a home." Mr. Stark had a determined look on his face, "Listen, kid, im not good with emotions and expressing my love, anyone will tell you that. Especially when im talking to the people I... You see... I can't really- you know what fuck it! What im trying to say is I care for you Peter, and I'll be damned before you get sent to a home. Hell! I'll get the paperwork ready now."

I just started back at him. "Do you... Really mean that?" He pulled me into a hug, " of course I do, " he pulled away and looked me in the eyes before continuing, "and if you ever, and I mean EVER blame yourself for May, I will take your suit... You hear me?" I gave him a pained smile. He hugged me one last time before standing both of us up. He then led me to the living room where his suit stood still opened. "I'll take you home to the compound, then I'll talk to the authorities along with children services... that is, if you're okay with that, if not I can set you up with a close friend..." I taped the chest piece again, letting the suit tighten once more, and thankfully without the discomfort of my chest hurting. "I'd rather... stay with you," I said. He smiled at me as he stepped into his iron suit.

Before Mr. Stark led us out he looked at me, "One more thing kid, when we get there the teams going to want answers... and it's up to you if you want to tell them or not, if you decide not to just tell them you've excepted the internship."

#fanfic #spiderverse #irondad #spideyson #superfamily #marvel fanfiction #wattpad #mcu fanfiction #spiderman #iron man #fanfiction

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irondadbigbang · 4 years

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IronDad Big Bang 2018 Masterlist

Masterlist below the cut! Or read on AO3.

with great power comes great parenting by marvelsmostwanted @marvelsmostwanted

Tony Stark’s favorite intern, Peter Parker, is struggling to keep his newfound superpowers a secret. Tony is just trying to keep him safe. Meanwhile, a nosy reporter has taken a sudden interest in both of them.

(Alternately: Steve Rogers, newly arrived in the 21st century, is sent undercover by Nick Fury to find out where Spider-Man came from. He learns a few things about Tony Stark along the way.)

art by @bluepepperart

Letters Leading Me Home by Tahlruil @tahlreth

Peter Parker has been Tony Stark’s #1 Fan for years, even if he is only almost ten. He wants to be just like Tony when he grows up, especially when it comes to the kinds of sunglasses he wears. When he finally gets up the nerve to send Tony a letter, it sparks off an exchange that lasts through years and a lot of hard times. Tony’s just the best and nobody would ever be able to prove otherwise to Peter - even meeting him in person probably wouldn’t change that.

art by @abraxasjin

In Our Thoughts by Angelchexmex

Peter knows something is wrong. It’s in the way he can never remember Gwen and Harry’s names, and he’s sometimes terrified of Captain America even though Steve is his Pops, and the world seems more dream than reality. Now, Peter just has to figure out why he keeps remembering someone named Ned and MJ and why he wants to call his Dad Mr. Stark and why he can see a girl dying in his dreams. Most of all, he just wants the pain in his side to stop. Maybe Loki can help?

art by @alstonnovak

how to train your superhuman quasi-son by nasa @nasafic

In which Peter sits on rooftops, Tony talks about thermodynamics, and Aunt May bakes cake.

Or: how Peter and Tony’s relationship evolves from awkward friends to adopted family (without any actual adoption being involved).

art 1 / art 2 by @hereandnowwearealive

To Find A Home by Aceofstars16 @aceofstars16

In an AU where all of Peter’s family are killed during the Stark Expo, Tony ends up taking in Peter as a means to improve his status with the press. It seems like a dream to live with Mr. Stark, but can the Stark mansion really be a true home for Peter?

art by @shoyzz-art

Boxed In by spideystilinski

It’s been seven months since the events of Civil War. It’s been two months and six days since Liz Allen moved to Oregon with her mom. It’s been two months and three days since Peter declined the offer to be apart of the New Avengers. It’s been a month and fifteen days since Peter was trapped under the rubble of a collapsed building. And Peter was fine, he really was.

Until he wasn’t.

Love Will Thaw by Marvelous_Maniac @marvel-ous-maniac

After a mission goes terribly wrong, it's up to Tony and the team to find Peter before it's too late. Will Peter survive? Or will he become the servant of the great and powerful Živa? Read for some great Hurt/Comfort, bonding, and a pretty damn fluffy story about Peter and Tony growing closer.

NOT Civil War/Homecoming compliant- basically the accords happened and everyone is fine and happy!!! (Like we're all secretly wishing they will be)

Also- May leaves Peter to stay with Tony because she wants Peter to be safe and learn about being a hero and Peter lets her because he doesn't want to put May in danger. So that's that. (They visit on some weekends though, but that's not featured in here)

art by @runningandnotslowingdown

close to my heart, never to part by parkrstark @parkrstark

During patrol one night, Peter comes across something that leaves him and Ned dumbfounded. The next morning, Ned is dropping off a now two-year-old Peter at Tony’s. Not only does he have to figure out how to turn him back, but he must watch him. Tony wonders what he’s supposed to do with the now toddler-Peter for the next two weeks…until he slowly starts to wonder what he will do without this boy after the two weeks are over.

art by @shoyzz-art

Love Will Keep You Safe by AriRomanoff

When Richard dropped off Peter in Tony's care while he and Mary went off on vaction, he didn't expect to not only lose two of his closest friends, but gain a son as well. Especially a son with spider powers. As Peter grows up and talks about how he wants to be a superhero too, a new super shows up one day out of the blue. But- hold up, where does Peter keep disappearing to? And why did he take to calling Steve Pops instead of Uncle?

of friendship and affection by Breyito @breyito

After the secret is out of the bag (literally), Peter has to include his Aunt on the superhero thing. Tony is all for it, especially if it means getting to see embarrassing photos of his newest protegé. Giving life advice is not something Tony is particularly good at; but fortunately, when it comes to best friends he’s had a pretty good run.

(His health might not be ready for all the mini-heart attacks this kid gives him on a daily basis, though.)

art 1 / art 2 by @hereandnowwearealive

…and when you can’t crawl... by JolinarJackson @jolinarjackson

In the aftermath of the Vulture and May finding out about Spider-Man, Peter should be happy. May is allowing him to continue his patrols and Tony is making good on his promise to mentor him.

Peter is anything but fine, though. Struggling with nightmares and his insecurities, Peter’s life begins to unravel for good when he becomes the target of a violent school bully, and his only refuge in his duties as Spider-Man is destroyed following a tragic failure.

Tony and May, trying to figure out the dynamics of raising a teenage superhero between the two of them, are forced to watch from the sidelines as Peter refuses to accept help out of fear of appearing weak … and reaches his breaking point.

art by @shoyzz-art

5 Times Peter Parker Didn’t Hug Tony Stark by myglassesaredirty @my-glasses-are-dirty

…and one time he did.

art 1 / art 2 by @dchanberry

Remembering September by sunbean72 @tonystark5ever

As Tony confronts his past demons using BARF, Peter’s enhanced senses allow him to experience the world differently from others. When BARF malfunctions and someone needs to rescue Tony, Peter might be the only one who can save him.

art by @runningandnotslowingdown

#IronDad Big Bang 2018 #masterlist #fic #art #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #iron man #irondad #spideyson #irondad and spideyson #marvel #mcu #avengers #fanfic #fanfiction #fanart

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asyouleft · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark & Peter Parker, Avengers Team - Relationship Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Sleepy Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker, Team Bonding, Humor, canon? i don't know her Summary:

Peter’s tired.

The kind of bone-deep tired that doesn’t allow him to sit up straight anymore, like his whole body can barely keep itself from doubling over. Peter’s used to this kind of tiredness now, it’s something he’s grown to accept. Mostly because it’s really all his fault in the first place.

Peter’s absolute steadfast bullheaded stubbornness to only ever do his best as both Spider-man and Peter Parker doesn’t leave him with much downtown.

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felicismagic18873 · 4 years

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We’re there, Kid (3)

Summary:Tony wrapped his arms around the kid who had barreled into his chest with a broken whisper of ‘Mr.Stark’. He almost joked about the kid’s obsession with trying to hug him but stopped when he realized something that sent a chill down his spine. The kid was crying.

His shoulders shook under Tony’s hands as he took shuddering breaths, a wet spot formed on Tony’s T-Shirt. Tony tightened his hold, what could have happened to the kid in the last few hours to do this?

—Peter finds himself back in time before everything happened. Somehow it is too much and not enough at the same time.

Part 2

Peter woke up with a start, going from sleep to wakeful in a single instant, his hand lashing out to grab the wrist that was about to touch his face. It took him one second to realize whose hand it was and another to feel internally horrified that he could have easily broken May's wrist if he hadn't subconsciously controlled his strength.

"May?", Peter whispered, his voice laden with sleep. "Wha'?"

May who still seemed to be in shock, quickly pulled herself out of it and proceeded to glare at Peter, "Get up Pete, we need to talk."

Peter sat up slowly, letting go of May's wrist gently and running a hand through his hair. May seemed to be gathering her courage, she crossed her arms and Peter recognized the look on her face with an internal sigh. It was her 'I am gonna parent you whether you like it or not' look, it usually appeared when May convinced herself that she needed to be more strict with him.

"Look, I know I said I was okay with you being Spider-man and all but we made a deal, Pete. You get to continue this hero stuff as long as it doesn't interfere with your studies, "

"But it's not," Peter insisted.

"Well, apparently it is cause you decided it was okay for you to leave school halfway through the day without a word and then return home as if nothing happened. This can't go on, Peter."

Peter leaned back, suddenly tired. "It wasn't that,"

"What?"

"It wasn't anything Spidey related," He managed to say, his voice breaking a bit as the events of the day rushed back into his mind. Peter mentally prayed to whatever deity that was out there that this was actually happening that it wasn't some fever-induced dream.

May sat down next to him on the bed, her anger fading away in wake of his obvious sorrow, "Pete," she said in a soft manner, "Are you okay,Honey?"

Peter choked down a chuckle, knowing that it might actually lead to him bawling his eyes out again. He heard that sentence way too many times in the past four months that by now the answer was a reflex of his,

"Yeah, I am fine," He pretended he wasn't holding back from rushing out of the window once more and going back to the compound. It took everything in him not to run back to Mr.Stark.

May clearly didn't believe him, she just waited silently for him to continue.

"I'm fine May, really. I just...uh-It was stupid. Flash was being a jerk and I wasn't feeling well anyways so...it was rash, I know. It won't happen again, "

May stared at him for a while before dropping the matter, it was clear he had no intention to continue the discussion, "Yeah, that'll be ideal really. But Pete," She waited for him to look at her, "You know you can talk to me about stuff right? I know you didn't want me to make a complaint against Flash but just-anything...anything you wanna talk about, I'm here,"

Peter almost broke down right there, almost admitted everything that was going on, the empty feeling he had for the past few months, the pain and loss, how hard it was to do anything.

Almost.

Outwardly he just nodded his head and said, "Right,"

May reminded him that as it was Sunday she would probably have night duty and left to get ready.

Peter watched her go.He couldn't tell her, he couldn't be that selfish. He knew how these stories ended, if he was in the past he couldn't babble to anyone about the future, not even Mr.Stark. But he needed help, a sudden idea flashed through his mind and it might be stupid, it was something at least. He got up from his bed and opened up his Stark Tablet. He took a deep breath before typing in 'Doctor Stephan Strange'

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There wasn't any recent news about Doctor Strange, it seemed like the surgeon (and wasn't that a shock, he was a real doctor) had disappeared a few months after his accident. And while that was disappointing, he was sure he could find one way or another to contact the wizard.

It was weird seeing him in pictures without his extravagant attire, even more so when looking at him reminded Peter of endless space, of the battle he didn't think he'd survive but he managed to somehow. It reminded him of death.

There was a reason Peter had pulled back from everything Spiderman and Avenger related since taking off his uniform for the funeral, and it definitely wasn't him being too busy.

Finally, after hours of research Peter finally reached the conclusion that there was no way to approach this delicately, he'd just have to barge his way into the wizard's lair ( what was it called again?) and speak to him.

Doctor Strange had been missing for over a year, it was enough time for him to...gain his powers or whatever, wasn't it?

Well, there was only one way to find out. Peter cast one glance at the spidey suit peeking through the wardrobe, then turned away and pulled on his sneakers.

Even if he'd only visited the lair once, he was pretty confident he'd be able to make his way there. He double-checked that he had his phone with him and grabbed a web shooter on the way out. It never hurt to be prepared.

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Peter struggled not to fidget as he stood in front of the plain door of the not-so-plain place. He took a deep breath and raised a hand to knock on the door when it opened with a creak, which seeing there was no one visible through the glass panels on the door, was kinda creepy.

Peter made a face, he didn't remember the lair being this...disorienting. Maybe it was because the last time he was here, he'd focused most of his energy trying not to scream at the sorcerer (Spoiler, he failed). He straightened his back and walked in with a confidence he didn't feel.

"Who are you? And what is it you seek from the sanctum, trespasser?", spoke the kinda familiar voice.

Peter looked up the stairs where Doctor Strange's friend, Kong? Wong? was standing. He looked tense.

Peter prepared to say what he'd rehearsed in his mind multiple times on his way there but what came out was, "I don't think it classifies as trespassing when you open the door for someone, I mean you kinda invited me in, not to say that I am not grateful for that but-"

"What is it you seek?", Wong cut him off, asking in a more stern voice.

Peter stopped his rambling and got to the point, "I wish-ah, no, I need to speak to Doctor Strange? Like, Stephen strange?"

Wong looked expressionless, " Stephen Strange isn't here."

"What?" Peter managed to control his tone, even if he did feel like screaming out loud " But-But, that's not. He should be here, the time is right. He is a wizard, isn't he? He has to be here!"

Anxiety gripped his insides, Strange was supposed to be here, what was he going to do now? What if he wasn't even a wizard yet? What if him telling Wong the doctor's name somehow jeopardized the doctor becoming a sorcerer? How was he-

"Calm down, Kid. He's just not in right now," Wong shrugged a bit, walking down the stairs. His tone changed as though he had realized that Peter meant no harm." Though I would like to know who you are and how you knew of the sanctum, only those that know its location can see it."

Peter let out a relieved breath and absently nodded, "Yeah, I know. It is like Harry Potter style wards, right? Like the Fidieus "

Wong looked like he didn't know whether to be insulted or not.

Peter took a deep breath, " Look, My name is Peter Parker. And I- Just tell Doctor Strange it's about the stone, alright? Just tell him I need to talk to him. Can you do that for me, Please?"

"What about the stone?"

Peter turned around startled, and there he stood, Doctor Stephen Strange, In all his wizardry glory. He looked unimpressed.

"What about the stone?" The doctor repeated the question, raising an eyebrow.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, then stuffed his hands in his hoodie's pocket, "Its.....a loooong story."

Strange crossed his arms, "Well then it's good that we have the time, yes?" He opened one of his magical portals, showing the view of a study room with a table and chairs.

Time. Peter felt like laughing. No, they didn't have the time. There was never enough time.

They walked in.

Strange waited for him to finish his tale, asking a few clarifying questions on the way but not giving any input. In the end, Peter's throat felt hoarse, his eyes burned from the effort of not crying. He kept the story as informative and emotionally distant as possible.

"-He snapped away half of the universe. I was one of them, I got snapped away too."

A sentence, just a sentence not showing the tragedy that lies behind it. It was hard enough living with the whole battle playing in his head constantly, he couldn't bring himself to tell all the details. Not the painful ones, the deaths, the loss.

"He...I-Iron man saved everyone. He used the stones to destroy Thanos's army."

Screams. Tears. Burning flesh. Him, screaming.

"And then you found yourself here, no idea how?"

Peter forced himself to nod, He took a huge gulp of the water Strange had provided him halfway through the story. The water helped soothe his throat a bit.

"Thanos. You said he needed all the stones to work?" Strange was frowning, looking bothered.

Peter nodded again wondering where the doctor was going with this. Strange stood up from the chair looking agitated.

"It doesn't make sense," Strange's hand seemed to gravitate towards his necklace.

He's from space, he came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.

"Yes, it does. Come on, Mr.Strange" Peter stood up as well, "All we need to do is destroy the stone." He pointed at the necklace, "No stone equals no gauntlet and the universe remains protected." He pleaded a bit, remembering how stubborn the Doctor was about protecting the stone but surely even he could see that it was the only probable plan, a foolproof plan.

"Not possible," He shook his head.

"Look, " Peter took a calming breath, " I know you're like the protector of the stone and stuff but it didn't work! All it did was destroy half of the population, you can't protect the stone. Even if we destroy the other stones he'll just use this one to bring them back!"

"Mr.Parker-" Strange began.

"He'll find you and it will begin all over again. You have no idea what it was like and now that we have a chance you won't even-"

"Mr.Parker!"

Peters's mouth snapped shut, he was breathing heavily. Strange was pursing his lips.

"It is not possible to destroy the stone, " He held up a finger when it looked like Peter was about to interrupt, " because it was already destroyed," The necklace opened with a click, it was empty. Strange looked at him intently, Peter didn't have any idea what he looked like. All he felt was shock. Disbelief clouded his mind.

"Destroyed?" But it couldn't have been destroyed, this didn't happen before! The stone was fine and Strange gave it to Thanos and-and-

Strange nodded, "Destroyed. Five years ago, during the-"

"New York invasion." Peter breathed out, the words hanging in the air between them as silence took over both of them. What was going on?

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