This is my very first attempt at writing something. Irondad gives me comfort, so i started with it. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.
*It’s been seven months after the civil war and the Rogues are coming back to the tower. Tony has tried his best to keep Peter away from
what happened in Siberia and thinks he has succeeded. He really hasn’t. Peter knows everything. He’s talked
to Rhodey about it.
*It’s Tuesday morning and Peter, Tony and Rhodey
are having breakfast in the kitchen. "Boss, the Rogues have entered the tower. They
are at the reception and are asking to be sent upstairs", FRIDAY suddenly alerts Tony. He almost drops the coffee cup before giving
FRIDAY the permission to let them upstairs.
Peter just looks at Tony and smiles but tenses
his shoulders a little defensively.
Rhodey manages to keep a blank face. The elevator dings and the three go out to the
“Stark.”, Captain America greets as he comes out of the elevator. “Captain.”, Tony nods.
*So far so good.
“Welcome back.” They all turn to look at where Rhodey is standing with Peter. “Thank you, Colonel.”
“Who’s the kid?”, Natasha asks.
“Oh that’s Peter, my intern” Tony
Peter sees the slight raise in Steve’s and Natasha’s eyebrows.
“Mr. Stark, I’ll be in the kitchen if you
need anything” he informs Tony.
*Peter puts on his earphones as he walks back and settles on his chair. He really doesn’t
want to hear anything that’s going to go down and get angry. He trusts Rhodey to handle it. However, he starts to worry a little when he hears loud
“I have said this before and I’ll say it
again. Take away the suit and what are you Tony?” He hears the Captain
There is a sharp intake of breath from Mr.
Stark. His answering volume goes on decreasing till he finishes the sentence, “Genius,Billionaire, Philanthropist and a
*Peter almost falls down the chair. He goes outside. He
ignores the Rogues because this is important. Mr. Stark has a child and he
didn’t know about it. He thought they were there now, “You are
someone’s father, Mr. Stark?” His voice dangerously quivers. Tony rubs his forehead. He forgot about the
super hearing,“Yes kid. I think I am.” he sighs. “Who is it? Why haven’t I met
your child yet, Mr. Stark?”
Rhodey rolls his eyes, “He literally
called you kid, Peter. For someone who can solve MIT level calculus, it shouldn’t
be that difficult to connect the dots.” Tony glares at Rhodey, “Don’t make fun of
the kid, Platypus.” He looks at Peter and sighs. “Kid, I don’t have a child.
Well, not biologically at least. However, according to my Honeybear here, there is
a certain mentee that brings out my fatherhood. Hence ‘father’. But you can call
me his father figure.”
*Peter is jealous. Oh so jealous, “Who is it? I thought I
was your only mentee. I thought you only mentored me.” He all but shouts. Tony laughs. “Seriously kid? You can’t
tell? You still don’t understand?” Peter shakes his head. Fists balled and stuffed
in the hoodie. Tony’s hoodie. Tony sighs. “I am talking about you, Peter. You are my
mentee that Rhodey thinks brings out the father in me. I think I am your father
figure.” It finally hits him. Peter smiles. And now he can’t stop smiling. “Wow. Mr. Stark. Umm. I don’t- Wow. Yeah. Okay. What? This is- erm- okay, Wow.” Peter breathes out. "You have said wow 3 times now, kid. Is it
that unbelievable?“ "No. It’s just- I thought it was only me
who thought that and I was afraid to say anything about it, but I really do
think of you as my Dad, Mr. Stark.” He realizes what he said, “I- I mean
father figure. Yeah. I meant father figure. Haha. I don’t know why I said dad.
I am so sorry, Mr. Stark. Please don’t tell anyone I called you dad. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. What is wrong with me.” He fumbles to correct himself.
Steve clears his throat.
Peter resembles a tomato. He had completely forgotten about them. Tony feels bad for the kid. He is still trying to recover from the ‘dad’ thing and goes towards Peter to hug him. “We
will talk about this later, Pete. I think you are late for school. Happy will
bring you back to the lab after and we will talk about this.” he says in his hair and then kisses his forehead. Peter chokes on a
goodbye and all but sprints out of the lab. He can’t keep the grin off of his face.
“Goodbye, Peter”. He hears FRIDAY say as he leaves the elevator.
Peter is happy.