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mushyblushyredhead · 9 months

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Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #spiderman tickle #spiderman #marvel tickle #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #lee!peter #ler!tony #this was so much fun #eeeee <3 #mushy writes stuff

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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hello! this is an IronDad prompt if ur interested. Peter and Tony are having their annual movie night except when it gets late Peter doesn't want to sleep. Peter is crawling on the ceiling and doing parkour across the furniture, being super hyper and won't stop moving. so Tony eventually chases Peter around and ends up tickling him to tire him out. could end with Tony carrying the kid to bed.

Bedtime Tricks

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

(Ahh! I love this! ❤️ This made me feel so soft and fluffy! Thank you so much Anoooon! ❤️ Enjoy!)

"Peter, get down!" Tony glared up at the teen crawling across his ceiling. "I don't want to explain to your Aunt May that you got a broken arm by parkouring upside down like a maniac."

The energetic teen whined. "No! You'll make me go to bed!"

"Pete, it's literally one o'clock in the morning."

"It's early!"

"Half the tower is asleep already. Even Bruce, and he's the worst night owl."

Peter turned. "You're one to talk."

There was a brief pause where Tony debated if it would be illegal to strangle the kid with his Iron Man suit. Or atleast yank him down so he wouldn't have to go up there.

Instead, the older mentor stared down his young mentee. "Pete, get down now."

"Please Mr. Stark? Just one more movie before bed?"

Tony shook his head. "We don't negotiate with terrorists."

"Just ex-assassians and super soldiers."

"Atleast they're adult enough to go to bed at a reasonable hour."

"But that's what makes me so awesome. I keep you young by keeping you up late."

While he didn't hate the kid, Tony did want to grab him by the shoulders and give him a couple of good shakes to clear the cobwebs. "Peter, you get one more chance to come down."

With a smirk, the young teen actually jumped down to the floor. "Okay."

Tony let out a breath. "Thank you. Now we can---."

A moment later, Peter was back up on the ceiling.

"Peter Parker!" Tony scolded. "I told you to get down."

"Ihi did!" Peter dropped from the ceiling onto the floor again. "Sehee?"

"Then why did you---?"

The young teen jumped back onto the ceiling once again.

Meanwhile, Tony rubbed his temples. "Get down and stay down."

"Ohh! That's whahat yohou meant," Peter dropped once again down to the floor.

"Yes, that's what I---Forget it, are you going to bed willingly or do I have to---."

Tony swore he blinked and the kid was now back up on the ceiling.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!"

Peter giggled down at the man. "Yohou look eheven shorteher from uhup hehere."

Tony took a deep breath. "Come down from the ceiling and go to bed or you're going to get it."

"Gehet what? Aha grohounding?"

"Peter, get down."

The young teen grinned. "Noho."

Tony felt something inside of him snap. "That's it!"

With the flex of his hand, Tony summoned the gloves of his supersuit into the room and up to the ceiling.

Peter squeaked and tried to scurry away, but he was too slow. One of the gloves snagged the collar of his shirt before he was pulled away from the ceiling. "Nononono!"

The gloves dangled the teen in front of a glaring mentor. "Bed time."

"But I'm not even tired!"

"Okay, what do I need to do to get you to sleep?"

A smile beamed across Peter's face. "Hide and Seek?"

Tony was surprised. He thought the kid would try another movie bargain again or maybe ice cream before bed. Instead, he just wanted a game. Granted, the amount of candy wrappers did indicate a sugar high . . . maybe a few good laps would wear him out enough to actually go to sleep.

In fact, Tony had an even better idea.

He lowered his young mentee to the floor with a smirk. "Alright, here's the deal. We'll play Hide and Seek, but I have a couple rules."

The young teen whined.

Tony held up a hand. "Before you judge, just listen. Rule number one, you have to stay on this floor. There's plenty of places to hide already and I don't want to go all over this place to find you."

Peter nodded.

"Rule number two, I'm the permanent seeker."

"What?"

"You're younger and smaller so you can fit in more places. Plus this was your suggestion so you should do most of the leg work."

"Fiiiine."

"Rule number three, and this one's most important, when I find you---."

"If you find me."

"Ah ah ah, shush. When I find you, I get to tickle you."

The young teen's eyes widened. "Huh?"

"You heard me."

"Why tickling!"

"Cause you love it."

Peter blushed. "No!"

Tony smirked. "Can't lie to me Pete."

"W-well . . . You still have to find me first!"

"Oh I plan to." The older mentor covered his eyes. "You've got ten seconds. One, two . . ."

Peter squealed and scurried away to find a hiding spot. He was going to pick the best spot to win this.

Meanwhile, Tony rolled his eyes as he continued counting. The things this kid put him through, but he was glad to do them. When he reached ten, he uncovered his eyes. "Ready or not, here I come."

As Tony searched, he had to admit the kid chose a good hiding spot. He couldn't find him in the living room, the kitchen, or the guest room. He was tempted to check his room when a stray giggle caught his attention.

The older man stopped to look at a nearby coat closet. Sure enough, a few more giggles slipped out.

Tony smirked as he made his way over to the closet. He heard the giggles inside try to quiet down, but it was too late. The older mentor threw open the door and his mentee tried to scurry between his legs.

"Gotcha!" Tony exclaimed as he grabbed the teen's foot and yanked him back.

"Eek! Wahait!"

Tony pinned his mentee's legs. "Too late."

Before Peter could respond, Tony dug into his sides.

"Ah! Tohonyhy!"

"At leheast yohou've gotten past your Mr. Stark eheraha." The older man's hands crawled up to the teen's ribs. "I should tickle you more often."

Peter blushed bright red at the idea. He was still adjusting to the idea that Mr. Stark knew he liked tickling and that he was willing to tickle him whenever. May did it and occasionally Ned, but he hadn't had a father figure willing to do tickle him since Uncle Ben had passed so it was still a bit of an adjustment.

But he had to admit, it was also kind of fun. Atleast until Mr. Stark reached his ribs.

"SQUEE! NAHAT THEHERE! NAHAT THEHERE!"

"Aww, is someone's ribs ticklish? Are this ribbies just too tickly?"

"NOOOHO!"

Tony finally let him go. "Ahalright, you gotta get more creative with thohose spots if you want toho trick me."

"On it."

The determined look on the young teen's face told Tony he was in for a challenge. "Go for it."

The older mentor returned to the living room and recounted as his mentee scurried off to a new place. When he went to search this time, Tony did struggle to pin point the kid's hiding spot at first. It took a bit of squinting to find one singular set of toes peeking out from under the guest room curtains.

A chuckle escaped Tony's mouth as he moved toward the curtain. To his credit, Peter stayed fairly quiet during this round. He only let out a few quiet giggles as his mentor stepped toward him.

With a quick yank of the curtain, Tony revealed the giggling teen. "Ah-ha!"

Once again, Peter squealed and bolted.

Tony tried to grab him, but the giggling teen slipped past him. "Hey! You're breaking rule number three!"

"Yohou nehever made aha ruhule fohor runnihing!"

Tony ran after him. "You and your loopholes!"

"Juhust dohont mahake thehem!"

Tony growled. "Get back here!"

With his mentor hot on his heels, Peter kept up the chase throughout the different rooms on the floor. He felt victorious out smarting the great Tony Stark! Atleast, he did until he tripped turning the corner.

This allowed Tony the chance he needed to pin the kid to the ground. "Got ya!"

"Wahait! No! Ihi trihipphed!"

"You never made a rule for tripping," Tony replied as he pinned the teen face first on the ground so he could tickle his back.

Peter squeaked. "Yohou made thehe ruhules!"

"Aww, does someone have a ticklish back too?" Tony spidered around his shoulder blades. "Poor kiddo."

"Ihi dohon't wahant yohour sympahathyhy ohold mahahan!"

A smirk crept across the older man's face. "Oh you don't? That's fine with me."

A moment later, Tony leaned forward to blow a raspberry into the nape of Peter's neck.

"NAAAAH!" Peter snorted. "TONY!"

"Wow, thahat was a new sound."

The teen turned to pout at his mentor. "Yohou're mehean."

"Aww. What's wrong kiddo?" Tony ruffled his hair. "Did I put the berries in the wrong spot?"

The teen's eyes bugged out. He immediately squirmed until he was able to wriggle out of Tony's hold. "Catch mehe fihirst!"

Tony grinned as he hurried to his feet. "You're on!"

Peter was a mess of giggles as he ran through the different rooms. This brought back memories of when he was a kid. He could remember the countless times his Aunt and Uncle had chased him around their apartment or Ned had tackled him to the living room floor when he slept over. Now he got to have the experience with Tony.

He just wished the pounding footsteps didn't make him so nervous and excited.

To give him some distance, Peter hurried back into the living room.

And Tony came stomping in. "Fe! Fi! Fo! Fum! I'm going to tickle you little one!"

Peter held out his hand. "Stahay ohover there!"

Tony hurried forward. "But you're over there!"

The young teen moved to the other side of the couch. "Cause Ihim stahaying away frohom yohou!"

Tony shrugged. "Could have accomplished the same thing by going to bed. Yet here we are."

Then before the teen could retort, Tony jumped on to the couch to pull him over. Once he had his mentee on the couch, Tony repinned him. "Now to give you some proper berries."

Peter wrapped his arms around his stomach as nervous giggles bubbled out. "Y-you don't h-hahave tohoo!"

Tony pushed his arms and shirt up. "But I will."

Peter became a cackling mess as Tony blew raspberries into his tummy. He couldn't grab onto his mentor's hair either because Tony had wrapped a hand around his arms so he could hold them in place.

"EEEEEK!" Peter snorted again. "Yohour beHEEEEARD!"

The older man stroked his gotee. "Ticklish?"

"Noho fahahair! You hahave aha weapohon!"

"Don't be jealous kiddo." Tony pinched the teen's cheek. "You'll get your own when you grow up."

Peter playfully bit at Tony's hands.

"Ah! Now I have to use my weapon."

The older man's head returned to blowing the raspberries on Peter's stomach.

"NAAAAAH! NO FAHAIR! NOHO FAIR!"

Tony chuckled which sent goosebumps flaring across the teen's tummy. To add to the ticklishness, Tony intentionally rubbed his beard across the teen's tummy just to make it extra tickly.

"Ehehe-EEE! NAAAAAAAAH! YOU'RE THEHE WOHORST!"

"Ihi know, thank you."

With his stomach free from the raspberries, Peter took the opportunity to stick his tongue out at Mr. Stark.

"Carefuhul, wouldn't want it to get stuck like that."

The young teen whined.

"Look, let's do one more round." Tony unpinned the kid. "If I find you in under two minutes, I get to pick the next tickle spot. If you manage to stay hidden for longer than two minutes, you get to pick the next tickle a pot. Sound good?"

Peter nodded. "You're ohon!"

Tony let the teen go before he covered his eyes again. When he opened them, he caught sight of a foot disappearing behind the couch. The older man smirked, but decided to play along. "JARVIS, set a timer for two minutes."

"Timer is set."

Tony stood and started toward the hallway. "Where are you kiddo?"

The older mentor could still hear the stifled giggles from behind the couch as he moved around. He slowly checked behind a nearby chair, under the coffee table, and deliberately passed by the couch to check the other side of the living room.

When he knew the timer was nearing the end, he made his way to the couch. "Come out, come out wherever you are."

The stifled giggles grew even more as he leaned against the couch. Then he popped his head over. "Hello."

"Ahh!" Peter jumped back.

"Timer has ended."

The young teen groaned. "No fair! I was so close!"

"Welp, rules are rules."

Peter squealed as he was pulled over the back of the couch. "Wahait!"

"No can do." Tony wrapped him in a hug. "Too busy getting your neck."

The older man nuzzled his face into his mentee's neck.

"EEE! TONY!"

"Ihi get toho choose kiddo." Tony rubbed his beard across his neck. "And I'm going to use my secret weapon."

As Tony continued his attack, Peter dissolved into snorts, cackles, and squeals. He looked so much younger and even more precious. When the young teen seemed adequately out of breath, Tony stopped the tickles and just held him close. "Dihid yohou have fun kiddo?"

"Yeheah Dahad."

Both parties tensed as the word settled over them.

"I---I'm so T-Mr. Stark . . . I didn't---I mean I didn't---."

As Peter floundered for his words, Tony felt his heart melt. He pulled the young teen as close as he could before squeezing him tight. "You're welcome son."

Peter buried his face into Tony's chest as he wrapped his arms around him. It was one of the best hugs he had had in a while. "Thank you."

"Anytime kiddo." Tony ran his fingers through the teen's curls. "Anytime."

As Tony kept up the gentle touch, Peter slowly relaxed into his hold. The once hyper teen was now replaced with a snuggly kid who was slowly drifting off to sleep.

Tony chuckled as his kid. "Guess it dihid help you goho to sleep."

Peter didn't respond. His eyes were shut and his breathing slowly evened out.

Ever so carefully, Tony stood with the sleeping teen in his arms. He walked down the hall to the guest room where he carefully tucked his kid in for the night. "Night kid. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

Peter snuffed in response as he curled under the covers. "Love you."

Tony grinned. "Love you too son. See ya in the morning."

The older mentor quietly headed out of the room and clicked off the lights.

#lee peter 1 #iron dad #ticklefic #fluff

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themculibrary · 9 months

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Peter Parker Living In Avengers Tower Masterlist

5 Times Peter Took Stuff From The Tower To School And One Time The School Came With Him To The Tower (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/steve/tony, bruce/loki T, 15k

Summary: Or: Peter is living at Stark Tower and sometimes takes stuff with him he isn’t supposed to take. People notice and comment.

After Aunt May’s death Peter was adopted by Tony and now legally goes by the name of Peter Parker-Stark. A few weeks after he moved into the tower the pardoned Rogues came back so everyone is once again living at the Stark/Avengers Tower.

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Plays after Civil War but actually everything except of that gets kinda ignored.

Christmas Time Tickle Fights (ao3) - Thebigheat pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Peter spends a Christmas at the Tower.

Dysfunctional (ao3) - ApolloLoki97 pepper/tony, bucky/natasha T, 19k

Summary: Or the typical field trip fic with a little extra thrown in.

Hard Blow (ao3) - tacendaparker16 G, 7k

Summary: Peter Parker is hit with a blast from some strange alien tech weapons while out on patrol, but tries to hide the fact that he feels like crap. However, when his condition quickly worsens as his night at Avengers Tower progresses, he can no longer hide the truth of his condition. Well, that is, not after he’s unconscious. Will the Avengers be able to save their little spider-ling before his time runs out?

Home Movies (ao3) - orphan_account wanda/vision G, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker has been filming and editing home movies of the Avengers since he first moved into the tower. This is just a description of one of his home movies, a bit of a sibling relationship with Wanda, and some vague irondad. Also, I threw in some twitter-ing. Gotta love the trash trope.

Hurt Me to Help You (ao3) - Grim_Reapers_Nuisance M, 9k

Summary: Peter Parker gets an internship as Tony Stark's personal lab assistant. Now living with the Avengers in the Avenger's Tower, the group begins to notice that there's more to their happy go-lucky spider boy. Warnings: Eating disorder, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, bullying, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-deprecation.

It’s a Secret to Everybody (ao3) - StarPrince_Punk T, 97k

Summary:

“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ——- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Living With Superheros? Not Cool (ao3) - Groot_Is_God G, 10k

Summary: It had been just under a year since Peter moved into the Avengers Tower with Tony and Pepper. Everything was going great until he got news that would turn him upside down. His class was going to the Avengers tower on a field trip. His class, was going to his home, on a field trip. That was destined to end well.

peter parker’s failed zoom meeting (ao3) - crobby T, 1k

Summary: Peter joins the class Zoom meeting and immediately tries to add his usual Kermit the Frog backdrop, but the computer won’t let him. “Come on,” he says to it, quiet enough that it doesn’t carry into the microphone, “Work with me, here!” The computer refuses to work with him, and Peter suffers the cruel fate of having his classmates see that he is most definitely not in his shoebox apartment in Queens, but rather in the Avengers Tower.

Or, Peter suffers through having his entire class learn that he’s quarantining with superheroes. Yikes.

Spider-Man Breaks the Internet (ao3) - maddieee1 N/R, 5k

Summary: Peter decides to start a YouTube channel as Spider-Man to “give the people what they want.” Chaos ensues.

Spider-Man Makes an Appearance (ao3) - finemeal harley/peter T, 7k

Summary: Peter can't go on the surprise field trip because he's missed too many days due to his internship and patrol. However, Tony comforts him by telling him that a tour is going to be coming to the tower, so he can make an appearance as Spider-Man. Peter can't wait for the tour, but what will happen when they find out that the tour is actually his class?

The Home Invasion (ao3) - Blue_Glass harley/peter, pepper/tony N/R, 13k

Summary: Peter Stark, more commonly known as Peter Parker, just missed out on the secret Academic Decathlon field trip because he had miscounted his days absent from school. Well at least he gets to stay home for the day right? What happens next is purely coincidence, but really Peter should have expected this to happen.

The Night We Met (ao3) - royallyidiotic G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker helps distract Bucky from a nightmare.

the obligatory field trip fic (ao3) - bajabucky harley/peter T, 8k

Summary: Sure, Peter had had worse days. Like that time he’d been out until 2am on patrol before a test. Or the field trip to Oscorp. But this had to be in his top five. What ruined his otherwise good day was the location of the field trip. Stark Tower.

Or, my version of the ‘Peter’s field trip to SI’ trope.

what a surprise, a field trip. (ao3) - orphan_account T, 3k

Summary: Now,” she said, stepping in front of the chalkboard, “I have some very exciting news.” Peter raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “As you may know, Stark Industries recently began an education initiative, and one part of this initiative includes field trips to the SI labs. I applied for our class, and our application was accepted.”

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or, peter's physics class (me?? just using the acadec team bc im too lazy to make more ocs??? where did you get that idea???) takes a trip to stark industries. featuring: peter's bizzarely high clearance level, peter being resident genius, and, of course, the lovable ball of sunshine that is amy parker.

#themculibrary #peter parker #masterlists #mcu #marvel #avengers tower #avengers tower masterlist

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cantsaythetword · 2 years

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TickleTober 2022 Fic List!

Here's my TickleTober2022 Prompt List

This list will be updated as I finish fics :D

Day 1. Stuck (Moon knight) - Marc's caught between a rock and a hard place, and Leyla is less than helpful.

Day 2. Scary Stories (Avengers + Peter - prompt) - Peter's a little scared by ghost stories. Sam knows exactly what to do.

Day 3. Experiment (HeartStopper - prompt) - Nick discovers Charlie's ticklish hips and has to experiment.

Day 4. Corn maze (Stucky) - Steve realises just how scary a corn maze is when Bucky's chasing him through it.

Day 5. Sweet (HeartStopper - prompt) - Charlie's attempts to steal Nick's baking ingredients goes adorably wrong.

Day 6. Costumes (Tony and Peter / IronDad) - Peter finds an old photo album, Tony is determined to see it.

Day 7. Footsteps (Thor and Loki / Brodinsons - reader) - You've messed with the wrong Gods.

Day 8. Haunted House (Peter and Steve and Bucky) - Peter gets spooked at a haunted house, but not exactly as planned.

Day 9. Torture (Klaus and Elijah (The Originals) - reader) - Elijah swore he wouldn’t hurt you, but he needs a way to extract what you know.

Day 10. Drive-in scary movie (Moonknight) - Steven's in a mood, and Marc helps him get what he wants from Leyla.

Day 11. Revenge (Heartstopper - prompt) - Nick always loses at Mario Kart, Charlie's getting a bit too big for his boots.

Day 12. Monster (Stucky) - Steve is feeling insecure since transforming into Captain America. Bucky cheers him up.

Day 13. Scream (Moon Knight) - Marc never screams. At least until Layla tells Steven his biggest weakness.

Day 14. Zombie (Torchwood) - The boys play 'Zombie', and Ianto wants to make the game a little more fun.

Day 15. Angel (Dean and Cas (Supernatural) - prompt) - Dean finds out Cas's wings are HYPER ticklish

Day 16. Devil/Demon (Lucifer - reader) - Lucifer gives you a massage, and discovers what you've been hiding.

Day 17. Nightmare (Moon Knight) - Marc has a nightmare, and Steven is there to help cheer him up.

Day 18. Spiders (Heartstopper - prompt) - Charlie finds the first spider he can't handle.

Day 19. Killer Clown (Supernatural) - Sam hates clowns, so Dean steps in.

Day 20. Ghost (Umbrella Academy) - Dave visits Klaus just to see him smile

Day 21. Sneak Attack (Spider Bros (Peters 1-3)) - Peter 1 loves jump scaring his brothers, even more when they get him back.

Day 22. Pumpkin Carving (Heartstopper - prompt) - A food fight turns tickly.

Day 23. Games (Avengers) - Spooky games devolve into chaos

Day 24. Chains (Science Bros (Tony Stark and Bruce Banner)) - After hulking out, Bruce needs Tony's assurance

Day 25. Magic (Avengers - reader) - The Avengers help with your imposter syndrome

Day 26. Claws (Avengers - reader) - Charades opens up a teasy opportunity.

Day 27. Trap (HeartStopper - prompt) - The gang shows Nick how ticklish Charlie is.

Day 28. Bats (Superman + Batman / SuperBat - prompt) - Clark finds out his new favourite noise that Bruce makes

Day 29. Midnight (HeartStopper - prompt) - The gang pose a challenge to stay awake past midnight

Day 30. Murder (HeartStopper - prompt) - Charlie kills Nick with tickles.

Day 31. Vampire Bites (HeartStopper) - A cute moment on Nick and Charlie's first halloween

#fics #mine #TickleTober2022 #TickleTober22 #TickleTober prompts

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 years

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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Because I desperation needed to write some soft irondad cuddles, I've updated my @sicktember posting schedule to include one more fic. So, yay for that!

September 6: Sick on Vacation, Pain Killers, Sunburn/Frostbite, Lethargy/Exaustion, Nausea/Upset Stomach

September 15: Cuddling on the Couch, Soft Pajamas (short and Sweet)

September 22: Common Cold/Flu, Package, Taking a Sick Day, Tickle in the Throat, Vapor Rub

#happyaspie writing #sicktember 2022 #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #sickfics #sick peter parker

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tickletastic · 4 months

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hiii I'm new here, I wanted to ask you if you still write Avengers tickle fanfictions because I have an idea for one, of course you don't have to do it if you don't want to

Welcome!

I will still write for Spider-man (and IronDad probably), but other than that I don’t write for the Avengers anymore, sorry!

#ask #anon

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fluffy-lee · 4 years

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Summer's All in Bloom

Part 4 of the series "Vacation."

This is a TICKLE fic. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Angst, teenage party with alcohol, PDA, and sexy dancing.

Summary: This summer, Y/n has started to feel the urge for more independence, but navigating the trials of growing up can be confusing. That doesn't stop her from having fun, especially with a certain web-slinger.

“Y/n… Y/n, wake up!” whispered your dad, Bucky, as he shook you awake.

Your eyes opened and you looked up into his blue ones.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You’ll see. Just get up and get ready. Meet me on the back porch in ten.” He said and left the room.

You sighed and rolled out of bed. Normally, you’d turn over and go back to sleep this early, but you were too curious as to what he was up to.

You got ready for the day, and went downstairs and out to the back porch where Bucky was waiting, drinking his coffee.

“Look who finally made it!” Bucky teased.

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Come on, you’re gonna love this.” He said, taking your hand.

You walked down the trail together toward the lake, and he led you over to a little canoe. You smiled excitedly and looked up at him.

“Haha come on, get in!” Bucky laughed.

You got in, and Bucky pushed it into the water and got in himself. You rowed all the way out to the middle of the lake. It was the first time you both had gotten to do something like this, just the two of you. You both really loved making up for lost time.

“Here I got it, you can just relax.” Bucky said, suggesting you let him do the rowing.

“Is it because I keep leading us in the wrong direction by accident?” You asked with a grin.

“Whaaat? Nooo. You’re doing great, sweetie!” He replied sarcastically. You both laughed.

The two of you spent quite a while out on the lake and you loved it. It was so quiet and peaceful. The wildlife was celebrating the morning. You saw all different kinds of birds, and even a few really cool hawks. You also saw a few deer along the shore run into the woods. Your favorite animals you saw, however, was a group of otters playing together. They were so close, you could hear them. You had such a great time, it was so worth getting up early for.

“We have to do this more while we are here.” You told your dad.

“Okay, I’d love that.” He said with a sweet smile.

Bucky rowed back to shore after being out on the water for nearly an hour, which didn’t feel long enough, and the two of you made your way up the trail back to the cabin. Steve smiled to himself as he watched the two of you together from the kitchen window.

When you got back inside, a few more people had woken and were enjoying coffee. Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Steve were spread out around the kitchen. You began telling them all what you had seen and how much fun you had. You all had been at the cabin for a few days now, spending every day you’d been there at the lake and swimming, so when Tony told you today would be different, you were really excited.

Peter came into the kitchen looking all tired, but he still had a smile on his face. He sat next to you, and laid his head down on the table.

“Good mornin’ guys.” He said groggily.

“Y/n, Pete, what do you want for breakfast?” Tony asked.

“I’m just gonna make cereal.” You said.

“Me too.” Peter mumbled.

“I’ll make you a bowl, sleepy head.” You said, ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Thaaank you!” Peter replied, waking up a bit more.

You went to the cabinet for the cereal, only to find it up pretty high, so you stood on your tip toes and began to reach as high as you could, when suddenly, you felt a very tickly poke to your side. You squeaked and shot your arms down.

“Tonyyyy!” You whined.

He just raised an eyebrow and smiled. You began to reach again when you felt a squeeze to your other side.

“Nahahahat! Noooo!” You said with the biggest smile on your face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” She said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes and waited until no one was around to quickly reach up again, when suddenly, you were snatched up into someone’s arms and being viciously tickled all over your tummy.

“Dahahaddy! Stahahaaap!” You shrieked as Bucky tickled you.

“Awww why? I just wanna tickle my little Y/n!” He teased and you immediately turned red.

It tickled so much you couldn’t speak, just laugh and bat at his hands. Bucky stopped and reached up to grab your “Cap’n Ameri-Crunch,” handed it to you, and set you down. You walked toward the fridge for some milk as you blushed. You looked over at Peter to see he had been giggling at the scene.

“What’s so funny, Spidey?” Tony asked.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he tensed.

Tony began massaging his shoulders and neck in a purposefully ticklish way. “Do you need some morning tickles too?”

“N-Nohoho. I’m good! I’m gohohooood!” Peter cracked up as he squeezed his shoulders towards his neck where Tony was now straight up tickling him.

“Are you sure?” Tony teased some more.

“YES! Yeheheheesss! I got plenty the other nihihihght!” Peter cackled.

You smiled to yourself as you poured the milk into the bowls, remembering the events of two nights ago.

Flashback to Two Nights Prior

Everyone was chilling in the living room after a long day at the lake, talking and having a good time. It was one of the most relaxing parts of the day, after dinner, before bed. There were candles lit around the cabin and you could hear the crickets outside. Summer nights would always hold a special place in your heart.

You sat next to Peter as he scrolled through Instagram, watching funny videos, reading conspiracy theories, etc., but he also spent quite a lot of time checking the news on things happening in Queens and the rest of NYC while he has been gone.

You were both lost in his phone, and honestly not paying attention to what the adults were talking about. Being the same age, you and Peter were spending the most time together on this vacation, and sometimes you talked about how it would be fun to have other people your age to hangout with and relate to, but you were still having fun nonetheless.

Tony noticed how much Peter had been on his phone, and he really felt that it would be better for the kid to not be on it so much, worrying about the news in Queens, and to just get the most out of the vacation as possible. Peter needed it, and that was a big reason he and Pepper decided to take this vacation.

“Pete, I really think you need to, you know, take a break from the phone. Be present.” Tony said for the hundredth time on the trip.

“It’s fine, Mr. Stark! I got it under control. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m relaxed!”

Tony sucked in his cheek as Peter looked back at his phone, scrolling.

You curled up to Peter and whispered to him. “I think he may be right, Peter.”

“It’s okay. I’m good, Y/n.” Peter attempted to reassure you with a smile. You didn’t really believe him.

Peter, in his own thoughts, knew Tony was right. He couldn’t stop worrying about Queens and he hadn’t been away from there this long since he was bit. He felt responsible for the whole city.

Peter refreshed the news page and still nothing new popped up.

“Alright, kid. I guess you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tony said, approaching Peter.

“Wait! What do you mean?’ Peter asked nervously as he dropped his phone next to him on the couch.

You knew what was about to happen and scooted over a bit to avoid being in the way.

“I think you need to start listening to me, Peter.” Tony said, raising an eyebrow, towering over Peter.

“Nonono I do listen! I do!” Peter protested, raising his hands up in defense.

“Do you now?”

“Y-Yes!”

“I don’t think so!” Tony teased as he wiggled his fingers toward Peter.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” Peter scream-laughed as Tony’s fingers wiggled into his ribs.

You giggled as you watched Tony reduce Peter to a ticklish puddle. Peter silent-laughed as Tony began to shake his ribs.

“Does that tickle, Parker? Huh?” Tony asked as Peter turned bright red.

“Yehehessss! I’m sohohohrry! I’ll stahahaap!” Peter pleaded through his hysterical laughter.

“Alright, good!” Tony said as he stopped tickling Peter. “So we got a deal?”

“Yes.. yes, deal!” Peter answered as he caught his breath.

“That’s great! But I think I’m going to keep tickling you anyway. It’s too much fun.” Tony decided, as he dug into Peter’s extremely ticklish tummy, sending him back into hysterics. Tony then crawled his fingers up into Peter’s deathly ticklish armpits and Peter thrashed around like a fish out of water, hilarious laughter spilling out of his mouth. He toppled over on his side next to you. You scooted over just in time so you wouldn’t be trapped under him. Tony took this opportunity to get on the couch and straddle Peter’s waist, continuing to tickle under his arms. Peter’s laughter turned hiccupy, and his eyes were squeezed shut, revealing his handsome “crow’s feet” and bright smile spread across his face. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at this, and you, of course, were giggling at the sight. Peter finally caught his breath.

“I CAN’T! Ihihihihi cahahahan’t!” He shouted.

Tony slipped his hands out from under his arms. Even that motion tickled Peter. He then began squeezing Peter’s hips and Peter’s rare belly laughter poured out of him. You couldn’t help but blush, knowing how much it tickles when Tony does that. This went on for a while, until Tony knew Peter couldn’t take much more, and he ceased his tickling, while Peter turned on his side, recovering.

“Have you learned your lesson, kid?” Tony asked Peter.

“Yes. Definitely!” Peter replied, followed by a few remaining giggles.

You were still giggling yourself when Tony shot a look at you, causing you to shut your mouth, eyes widening.

“This lesson goes for you too, missy.” Tony warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

You nodded with a sheepish smile, slowly grabbing a pillow to cover your torso. Tony leaned toward you slowly, before surprising you by snatching the pillow away from you and digging both of his “claws” into your tummy, causing you to shriek with adorably high pitched laughter. Tony was leaned down close to your face, smiling at you, and that made it tickle so much more. He then moved down to squeezing your hips, like he did to Peter, and you threw your head back in laughter. You were bright red from laughter, and being super flustered.

Peter, who had recovered from his attack, was now giggling at Tony tickling you. You squealed as you trapped Tony’s hands in your very ticklish armpits, as Tony repeatedly said “tickle tickle tickle!” You thought you might die then and there, only for it to get worse when Peter spoke up.

“Since you found me getting tickled so funny, and did nothing to help, I guess that leaves me no choice.” Peter said in an evil tone. He grabbed your left foot, which was oddly more ticklish than your right, and began scribbling all over the bottom of it. You screamed until your laughter fell silent when Tony began blowing raspberries on your jaw and neck, still tickling your under arms. Peter then decided to scritch at your toes and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“STAHAHAHPPP!” You yelled out. Tony and Peter both laughed, but granted your request. “Ohohoh my gohohohosh.” You giggled flusteredly, as you turned over on your belly and hid your face in the couch.

“Awwww!” Tony and Peter both sang as they began to tickle lightly all over your back. You let out adorable bubbly giggles, and squirmed around a bit. You actually liked these back tickles, though you’d never admit it. After a while, they let up and you and Peter were definitely more present with everyone else.

…

You brought Peter his cereal and sat next to him. Everyone else had come down for breakfast, ready to start the day. Thor sat down next to you, a bright smile on his face.

“Good morning, princess!” He said sweetly.

“Good morning, god of thunder, king, alien.” You replied. Thor chuckled at your comment.

“What is on the agenda today, Tony?” Thor asked.

“We’re going to rent ATVs and take them to some ATV trails. It will be really fun!” Tony announced.

You and Peter looked at each other very excitedly. “AWESOME.”

“What is an ATV?” Thor asked. “I thought that was an ATV.” He pointed at the TV in the living room.

“You’ll see.”

You all had finally arrived at the ATV trails, and everyone was ready. You were a little salty though, because everyone had their own four wheeler, or bike, except you. Peter was currently teaching Thor how to drive and Thor caught on quite quickly and was having a blast.

“Whhhhy can’t I have my own?!” You whined to Bucky and Steve. Tony wanted to get you your own, but Bucky and Steve weren’t allowing it.

“Because you have never drove one before, and you need to learn first!” Steve scolded.

“Stop whining, Y/n.” Bucky said sternly.

“We are just trying to keep you safe.” Steve added.

“But I have ridden many times before! I know how it works!” You argued.

“We are not trying to baby you. We just want to teach you first, okay?” Bucky said.

You rolled your eyes. You felt like a baby. Even Peter got his own, even though you understood where they were coming from. You were just independent, and wanted to feel grown for once.

“You want to ride with me or Bucky?” Steve asked. You crossed your arms, a little annoyed with both of them. You didn’t want either of them at the moment. Just then, Tony pulled up next to the three of you.

“Hop on, Y/n. I’m going to teach you, AND we’re going to have fun!” Tony said smoothly.

You smirked, and climbed onto the four wheeler, sitting in front of Tony as he began to show you the gas and breaks.

Steve and Bucky chuckled. “She needs a helmet.” They both ordered.

“Of course!” Tony said cooly, and pulled out the Iron Man helmet and placed it on your head.

“HECK YEAH!” You shouted as the notification popped up all around you and your eyes adjusted to the helmet. Tony chuckled.

“Biometric scan complete.” FRIDAY said.

“BYE!” You yelled, throwing up the peace sign, and took off down the trail with Tony.

“WOOOO HOOOO!”

After driving for a while and having a blast, you pulled over.

“See, I told you I could drive!” You told Tony.

“I knew you could! Do you want me to get you your own?” Tony asked.

“No, I’d rather stay with you.” You smiled. Tony smiled back.

“Well then you better hang on tight!” Tony said, speeding back down the trail as you laughed with glee.

After hours of fun on the ATV trails, it was currently sunset and you were all back at the cabin. Some were making dinner and others were swimming. You, Peter, and Thor were currently in the pool playing mermaids like a bunch of children, except Thor kept throwing you across the pool, because he was playing the mermaid villain.

“Dinner everyone!” Vision called from the back door. Everyone rushed out of the pool, but you and Peter stayed behind, because you were both having a lot of fun swimming.

“We’ll be in in a minute!” Peter called.

You both finally got out of the pool after a minute or so and were drying off, wrapped in your towels, when something caught Peter’s eye.

“Y/n, look on the trail, in the woods.” He said, pointing toward little blinking lights. They were lightning bugs, and you got really excited.

“Let’s follow them!” You said. You both slipped on your flip flops and went to the trail.

It was twilight and very beautiful out. The lightning bugs were everywhere and it was probably one of the most stunning moments of your life. You and Peter had made it pretty far up the trail, following the lightning bugs. One even landed in Peter’s hand and he held it out for you both to observe up close. The little bug blinked it’s yellowish green light and you both gasped. It flew away into the woods and you and Peter watched it join the others. You could barely see the lights of the cabin anymore, and expected to turn around, when Peter spoke.

“I’m picking up on something.” Peter whispered, tilting his head.

“What is it?” You asked, a little nervous that it was something bad.

“I’m hearing music...and laughter. That way.” Peter said, pointing toward the left into the woods.

You grinned. “Peter, let’s go check it out! Maybe… it’ll be fun.” You suggested.

“What about, you know, everyone back at the cabin. Shouldn’t we tell them?” Peter asked with a little smirk.

“NO. They have been kind of babying me. You know? I just want to do something fun. Without needing permission or everyone having to know.” You admitted.

“Oh, so you wanna be a little rebellious, huh?” Peter teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Ugh yes, you dork!” You said, playfully hitting his chest.

Peter shrugged. “Sounds like it could be fun.” He crossed his wrists, activating his web shooters, and picked you up, resting you on his hip. You held onto him as he leapt off the ground swinging through the trees.

After a while of swinging, you finally started to hear what Peter had been hearing: music. It became clearer as Peter got you guys closer.

“Perfect.” Peter said as he saw a platform in the trees, like a little tree house. He landed on it and set you down. You still held onto him since you were pretty high up. You could hear everything now, but all you could see were some lights.

“We need to get on the ground.” Peter said, picking you up again. You both decided to leave your towels in the tree house, so they wouldn’t be in the way. He jumped from the tree house, and before you knew it, you guys were back on the trail, walking toward the sound and lights.

“Hey Johnny, what are you-” someone said, trailing off. “Oh sorry you’re not Johnny you’re… I don’t know you.” A tall teenage boy said. He stepped closer to you two. “I don’t know you either. Who are you guys?” The guy asked. He had fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like a lot of freckles.

“Oh hi, I’m Peter, and this is Y/n. We are staying in a cabin with our friends and family, and we heard the music and wanted to check it out.” Peter explained.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Max, and that’s actually great. A lot of us spend our summer’s here with our families, but we want to spend time with other teenagers and young adults, you know?” Max said, cooly. It was now that you noticed his southern accent. “I’ll show you. You’re more than welcome to come hangout.”

You both walked by Max down the trail to reveal a big swimming hole, with lights streamed in the trees, and lanterns lit everywhere. It was gorgeous. There were a lot of people that looked to be you and Peter’s age, and a bit older. They were swinging from a rope swing into the swimming hold, dancing in the grass with each other to the music, and there was food and drinks, a few alcoholic, even. You were mixed with nerves and excitement. You had always wanted to go to a party like this, but never had, since Peter was pretty much your only friend your age.

“This is awesome, man!” Peter exclaimed. You could see him clearly now that you were in the light, and Max. You even thought Max was pretty cute, but standing next to Peter, who had his arms crossed, shirtless, and observing the party, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself, that next to Peter, Max didn’t compare.

You were only in your swimsuit yourself, which was appropriate for the setting, because everyone else was, but you noticed Max looking you up and down. You’d never been checked out before. Peter stepped in front of you a bit to block Max’s view. You saw Peter’s jaw clench. He became a bit protective over you and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

“Do you wanna go back to the cabin, or stay? Peter asked, leaning down to you a bit, after pulling you aside.

“Peter, this is like so awesome! We have to stay and have fun!” You insisted.

“They might be worried about us.” Peter added.

“You are SPIDER-MAN!” You whispered to Peter, causing him to look around cautiously. “They’d have to be stupid to be worried about us. I’m safe with you… and we can be ourselves here. You don’t even have to...to hide your.. body.” You prodded.

Peter blushed a bit, as he noticed you looking at him. “Okay… okay. Let’s party!” Peter nodded, pulling you toward the party.

Everyone was really friendly, and you and Peter fit right in for once.

“So you wanna swim, or dance?” Peter asked you, shouting over the music.

“Oh well I uh- I can’t really dance.” You shouted back. You never really danced, except when Tony, Steve, or Bucky were playing around with you back home, but you’d always stand on their feet, but other than that, you never really had experience with dancing. Especially the way people were dancing here. It was not slow dancing. Couples were dancing quite close to each other, and the music was up beat. It looked fun, honestly, but Peter probably would never dance with you like... that. Especially not with you, you thought.

Peter noticed you watching, and smirked. “You… You want to, don’t you.”

You went a little red. Curse him for knowing you too well. “Well I- I’ve never- I can’t dance so uh let’s just- let’s just swim.” You rambled nervously. You wanted to dance with Peter, but for the life of you, you couldn’t admit it. You were scared of what he’d think or say.

“I’m sorry, but what’s got you all nervous?” Peter questioned.

“The party! First party.” You answered way too quickly.

“Really? Because you were all excited and rebellious a second ago.” Peter teased. He wasn’t convinced you were being fully honest.

“I still am!” You lied.

Peter gasped. “Ooooh! You like Max! That’s why you’re nervous!” Peter declared.

“No!” You shot back. “I mean… he’s cute, but... I don’t like him like that. Plus, it looks like he’s taken.” You insisted, pointing at Max who was kissing what looked to be like his boyfriend.

“Then what has you so nervous?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were silently freaking out inside your head. Peter is your best friend. You have never felt this way about anyone before, except a few celebrities on TV, but this was too real. It was the first time you had ever let your guard down and went off and been a real teenager, but it came with some other new feelings you must have been hiding for some time.

Peter stared down at you, and realization hit him. His heart pounded a bit.

“Am I… Am I making you nervous?” Peter asked, hesitantly.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You refused to make eye contact.

“Peter, the dancing is making me nervous. I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone.”

“Oh…” He replied awkwardly. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “Lucky for you, I’ve become a pretty good dancer.”

This was true. Peter had been to quite a few more parties in the past year, and he really loved to dance.

Peter pulled you to the grass with everyone else who was dancing. You looked around nervously.

“Don’t worry about them, just follow my lead.” Peter instructed, throwing your arms around his neck as he held your waist. He pulled you close to him, and he began swaying pretty fast, and you struggled to keep up with his rhythm at first. “Blinding Lights” by the Weeknd was blasting and it felt great to dance to, even though you were still a little tense.

“Just let go.” Peter urged, trying to help guide you, as you felt his hips rolling. There were those butterflies again.

You finally just let go and allowed yourself to have fun, after all you had been keeping down. You were having so much fun, and so was Peter. You felt safe with him, and liked being this close to him. Neither of you worried about anything. You were both just being free and happy and young. You kept laughing, especially when Peter would twirl you really fast, dip you, or pick you up and spin you. You were both in pure summer bliss.

…

Back at the cabin, everyone had finished eating dinner and were sitting around the table.

“Uh where are the kids?” Sam asked.

“I think they’re STILL swimming.” Wanda said.

“Yeah they should come eat, or their food is going to be cold.” Pepper said, getting up from the table. She peeked outside, and saw the pool was empty. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one. “They are not in the pool. I don’t see them anywhere.”

Bucky and Steve simultaneously shot up from their seats and rushed to the back door. They called your names and searched the yard, but there was no answer, no one.

“Tony, we gotta find them.” Bucky stressed. “What if something bad happened?”

“Hey it’s probably fine! They are old enough to go for a walk or something.” Tony said, even though he was a little worried deep down.

“Uh without telling anybody?” Steve snapped.

“It is unlike them.” Natasha added.

“I trust Peter. Immensely. Y/n as well.” Tony argued.

“They could be in trouble!” Steve fought.

“He’s Spider-Man!” Tony retaliated.

“SO?” Bucky yelled. He was furious.

“Two teenagers… going off alone… after swimming? Sounds fishy to me.” Sam shrugged.

“Oh my God. My little girl… I think I might faint.” Bucky said, collapsing to a chair.

“Oh they aren’t! Geez! Don’t think that.” Nat scoffed.

“I AM GOING TO SEARCH FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY.” Thor growled, heading towards the door.

“WAIT! Wait.” Tony called, causing everyone to stop. Peter and I have a device in his web shooters. He has them on. I know for a fact. If he was in any danger, I’d be notified immediately. See?” Tony said, holding up his phone, confirming that Peter had his web shooters and was alright. “The only thing I don’t have on him is a GPS. I decided to give him more freedom than that.”

Everyone relaxed.

“Okay. Okay, so they just ran off. Probably to go in the canoe or something. Everything is fine.” Steve sighed of relief. Bucky seemed to calm down too.

“I trust her. I do.” Bucky reassured everyone, and himself.

Tony looked at Peter’s vitals though, and his heart dropped.

“Um… the only thing I’m seeing that is kind of… um. Weird-” Tony spoke up.

“WHAT.” Thor demanded.

“Peter’s heart rate is really, really high.” Tony announced.

“Oh God… I think I’m gonna be sick. My baby.” Bucky said dramatically as Steve crashed down in the chair next to him, his head in his hands.

“We’ll just wait for them to return.”

…

You and Peter had danced to several songs and now you were in the grass, tickling the snot out of Peter, after you both sat down at the party to chill and drink water. You both were NOT going to drink alcohol. That would just give you a reason to be in trouble.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! Y/N! I’m soohohorry!” Peter screamed through his laughter as you tickled all over his tummy and sides for sticking an ice cube down the back of your swimsuit top. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!” He cried as you cackled at him.

“Serves you right, doesn’t it? Huh?” You teased as you tickled his upper ribs, and he rolled all over the grass in ticklish agony.

“YEHEHEHES! I’M SOHOHOHO SOHOHORRY!” He shouted through his laughter.

You decided to have mercy on him, and he sat up catching his breath.

“Ohohoho my goodness. I can literally feel my heart.. beating out of my chest.”

You giggled at him. “Wanna swim before we head back to the cabin?” You asked him.

“Definitely!” Peter said, getting to his feet, followed by you.

You noticed a group of people were jumping off a cliff into the water. They were laughing and having fun.

“Peter, look! I wanna do that!” You said, pointing to more people jumping off the cliff.

“Um… you sure?” He asked. He knew he could do it no problem, but was worried about you.

“YES! They are doing it and they are fine!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the cliff.

When you arrived, you were next to jump. Peter attempted to pick you up, but you stopped him.

“No! I want to do it myself, Peter.” You said.

“Oh um okay, just make sure when you hit the water, you bring your legs up towards your chest, alright? It’s not very deep.” Peter explained.

“Got it.” You said, and on the count of three, you both jumped. The drop was so exciting, but when you hit the water, your attempt to raise your legs failed, and a shooting pain was sent through your right leg. You were in shock and felt as if the air was knocked out of you. You were too far to the right on the cliff, and when you jumped, you landed on a large rock that was only about three feet under the surface of the water.

Peter came up out of the water, laughing and you fake laughed. You were a bit embarrassed with what just happened and didn’t want to make a scene, but as you started to swim to the shore, tears started to flow down your face, as the pain worsened.

“Pete. Help.” You choked out from behind him, as you tried to swim.

Peter turned around and the expression on his face was pure worry. He pulled you out of the water onto the grass and observed your leg. It was red, swollen, and bleeding quite a bit in a few spots.

“I landed on a rock.” You said.

“Do you think it’s broken?” He asked.

“I can’t tell.”

Peter scooped you up in his arms, and took off towards the cabin as fast and carefully as he could.

Peter stumbled in the back door with you in his arms. He had a guilty expression gracing his face. Bucky snatched you away from him.

“Bring her up to Pepper and I’s bathroom.” Tony ordered.

Bucky carried you up the stairs. “You okay, baby?” He asked worriedly.

“Just sore.” You said.

Peter tried to follow you up the stairs, but was blocked by an angry Steve.

“Couch. Now.” He ordered.

Peter sighed and went to the living room where everyone else was.

…

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, now in your pajamas.

“Well no breaks or sprains. Just busted it up pretty good. Should be normal in a few days, just bruises and scars.” Tony concluded as he wrapped bandages on your leg.

“Thank you, Tony.” You said quietly.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” Bucky said to you. He didn’t seem angry, just upset.

“It was just a stupid accident. No one’s fault but mine.” You countered.

“Peter should’ve taken better care of you.” Bucky replied.

“THAT. That is my problem! Care of me? I’m not a baby! I just wanted to have fun, and be my age. But you and Steve are overbearing!” You shouted, frustrated.

Just as you were saying these things, Steve entered the bathroom, having heard it all from Peter, and now you.

“Steve! You’re the one who has pushed me to be more independent, but when I am, you freak out.” You seethed, but were now lowering your voice and calming down.

“You know she’s right.” Tony added, putting away the first aid kit.

“You are right.” Steve admitted. “But you can’t just expect us to let you be reckless.”

You were quiet for a moment and tears started to form back in your eyes. You had been reckless, and disrespectful, you realized. This whole growing up thing was hard to navigate, but they didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

“I’m... sorry.” you said, shaking your head as if you just came out of a rebellious trance.

“Y/n. You gotta tell us when you go somewhere. You gotta let us make sure you can operate a dangerous vehicle.” Bucky scolded in a stern, yet soft tone.

You looked over at Tony.

“He’s also right.” Tony told you, nodding toward Bucky.

“I’m still new at this parenting thing, but I just want you to know I really care about you, and want to help you make good choices. You know, we were really scared about you just disappearing with Peter tonight. That could mean a lot of different things. Even if it is Peter.” Bucky explained.

“I should’ve told you what was going on. I really hope you can still trust me after tonight… but I still had fun, and I took care of myself.” You said, but then smiled. “Well until I jumped off a cliff into shallow water.”

Steve, Bucky, and Tony all chuckled and you joined them, and soon you were all laughing hysterically. After laughing for quite a while, you hugged Bucky.

“I really am sorry, Dad.” You said, seriously.

Bucky gave you a forgiving smile. Steve too.

“Rock on, Y/n/n. But seriously, make good choices, heh?!” Tony chirped as he left the bathroom, making you giggle.

“So are you gonna ground me or something?” You asked, looking up at Steve and Bucky nervously.

“That’s up to your dad.” Steve answered, gesturing toward Bucky.

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you what, kid, I’m gonna let this one slide.”

You smiled excitedly and clapped your hands together, but your face fell when a very intimidating Bucky leaned close to you, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours.

“But this is your warning. Cross me again, and you’ll regret it.” He warned through gritted teeth.

You gulped. That sure was intense and you felt a real fear of him for the first time, but a good fear. A respectful fear.

“G-got it. You a-are the Alpha. White Wolf. L-leader.” You spluttered, pointing at his nose.

His gritted teeth turned into a playful grin as his hands latched onto your sides, harshly tickling you, much to your surprise. Your smile spread across your face and you broke out into laughter.

“Still gonna teach ya a lesson.” Bucky said cooly, before lifting you up off the counter and carrying you to the bed.

“I have learned my lesson! I promise! Plehehehease!” You insisted, but Bucky ignored your pleads.

“Wanna help me out, Steve?” He asked his fellow super soldier.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles as he slowly approached you as Bucky glared down at you playfully, pretending to be so angry that his eye was twitching. He held your hands to his chest.

Steve sat next to you on the bed as you giggled nervously. Steve started shaking your tummy and you laughed like crazy, bringing a smile to Steve and Bucky’s faces. Bucky tickled under your arms and your neck while Steve tortured your tummy, sides, and ribs. You squirmed and laughed, but were honestly loving this. You were afraid they wouldn’t still do this, or be playful anymore since you were growing up. You never wanted this to go away.

Ever since you told Steve you liked being tickled, he was always happy to comply, but would never tell anyone else about it. It still made you blush that he knew, since you really didn’t mean for him to find out, but he was always really sweet about it. Bucky moved over as Steve was now tickling your ribs.

“Y/n still loves tickles even though she is growing up. She isn’t all big and bad after all, is she? Nope!” Steve teased as he shook your ribs. You blushed profusely, making him cackle, and you couldn’t help your famous belly laugh from pouring out of you.

Bucky listened to what Steve was saying and was a bit confused.

“Wait. Wait wait wait. Stop a second.” Bucky ordered. Steve quit and looked at Bucky. Your eyes went wide. Oh no.

“Is that true?! You like being tickled, Y/n?” Bucky asked as if it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

“Ohoho no. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve apologized sweetly as he didn’t mean to expose you like that.

“Maybe…” You answered with a sheepish smile. You couldn’t get any redder.

“YES? IS THAT A YES?” Bucky urged.

“Don’t tell a soul!” You whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“That is so CUTE!” Bucky beamed.

“I don’t know why. I just always have.” You admitted shyly.

“That actually explains a lot.” Bucky giggled, thinking back on all the evidence. “Tickle time!” He teased as he began to tickle your tummy and you had never been more flustered in your life, ever, but you were really glad he knew now.

He tickled you some more until you had enough and were now really tired. He and Steve laid next to, as Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. Suddenly, Thor burst through the door.

“Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you.

You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled. Bucky and Steve giggled as well.

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ticklish-evilpeterparker · 5 years

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Peter: hey..amm i don't know why evryone think i am tickli-ahhhhhh!!!! Noooooo!!!!!!! Stopppp!!!!

tony: not ticklish ha?

#irondad #ticklish #tickle blog #i am not ticklish !#tickle peter parker #tickle evil peter parker #irondad tickle #tony stark

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littlelovelyspiderling · 2 years

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Interrogation

sometimes i don't write for a year, sometimes i bang out an almost 9,000 word story in 3 days...life's funny heehee

After the battle in Germany, Captain America kidnaps Spider-Man in response to Tony capturing his teammates. He, Bucky, and Antman try to get the kid to tell them where Stark has taken their friends. All attempts turn up fruitless, until Scott propose a new tactic—one that might just be silly enough to work.

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It happened too fast for him to react, too suddenly for him to stop it. One minute, he was getting whacked out of the sky by that giant dude’s hand and crashing to the ground in a very ungraceful heap. Seconds later, as he fought to blink the stars from his eyes, his weird sixth sense thing went haywire, and a cold sting pricked the back of his neck. Peter glanced up just in time to see Captain America standing over him with a tranquilizer gun in his hand and a grim look on his face.

“W-what—?” he stammered, bringing a hand to his nape in horror. The world began to run together like watercolors.

“Sorry, Queens,” Cap said.

Shit, Spider-Man thought as his vision tunneled to black. There go my chances of impressing Mr. Stark.

The last sensation he felt before conking out was two powerful hands hoisting him off the ground.

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“You kidnapped Stark’s weird little red friend?”

Steve let out a sigh as he secured the last of their hostage’s restraints. The kid could hold a multi-ton jet bridge over his head and still carry a conversation; he was obviously incredibly strong, and none of them knew what exactly he was capable of, what other powers he might have up his sleeve. They couldn’t risk him breaking free and wreaking havoc on their ship.

“Tony’s people captured Sam, Wanda, and Clint. We need some leverage if we’re going to get them back. Plus, the kid might know where they were taken.”

Antman grimaced, glancing between Captain America and their unconscious captive. “Okay. I get that. I really do. But...I don’t know, man. Tony Stark’s already so pissed off at all of us. I just feel like this is going to make everything a hundred times worse.”

“He takes my people, I’m taking one of his,” Steve said coldly. “Simple as that. It’s not like we’re going to hurt the kid. We just need him to tell us where Stark stashed our teammates.”

“And if he refuses?” Bucky prodded. He stood in the gap between the cockpit and the cabin, arms crossed, face stony. “Then what do we do?”

Before Cap could answer, a low moan rose from their prisoner. All eyes snapped toward the kid as his head rolled to the side, then slowly lifted upright. The eye lenses on his mask racked into focus as he gradually came to.

“Mmm...ugh…” he murmured, blinking. “Ow...w-what the…?” He tried to lift his arms, but his bonds stopped him from doing so. The kid looked down groggily to find his hands and feet shackled to the chair he was propped up in. He also had a belt holding his chest to the backrest, metal bands restraining his biceps, and a chain around the tops of his legs. He squirmed and shifted, realizing he was trapped, his movements and breathing growing more and more frantic.

“The hell?” he slurred.

“Well that didn’t take long.”

The boy’s eyes shot up and met three other pairs staring back. Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and some other guy he recognized as the gigantic man from the airport. The trio stood before him, still bruised and bloody from their recent fight. Huge dude (now regular sized) was nibbling on an orange slice while the Winter Soldier tugged at some webbing still caught in his hair. Peter gasped.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, huffing out an incredulous laugh. “It’s—it’s you guys. Again. Holy shit.” He shifted some more, gaze returning to his fettered limbs, voice shrill and disoriented. “Wait...what’s going on? Why am I restrained?”

“Calm down, kid,” Cap said. He extended his hand, expression steely. “Just take a breath.”

Their captive blinked. It was almost freaky how well the lenses on his mask imitated real eye movements. He observed the room they were in: the cabin of a stolen ship, empty except for him and three of the Avengers he’d just battled against. A pile of weapons stacked in the corner, including his web-shooters and the tranquilizer gun Cap had tagged him with. A window to his right displayed the endless sea of blue they were flying over. A metallic taste coated Peter’s tongue.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Did you guys…kidnap me? Captain America kidnapped me?” The idea was as ludicrous as it was terrifying.

“Your pal Stark captured three of our friends,” the Winter Soldier explained with a shrug, “so, in retaliation, we captured you. Nothing personal, kid—just business.”

“Oh my god,” the boy repeated, this time with actual fear in his voice. “You—oh my god.” He struggled against his bonds, grunting with effort, but the metal clasps wouldn’t budge. “W-where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me? Is this because I stole your shield? Or ‘cuz I kicked you in the face, like, super hard? Or ‘cuz I webbed up metal-armed man and that flying guy? Or—”

“Like I said,” Bucky interrupted him curtly. “Not. Personal.”

The metal chair he was in was bolted to the floor, and every part of him was strapped down like he was some kind of psycho asylum patient. As scary as all this was, it was also super inconvenient. Peter dropped his head against the backrest with a groan. “Shit. Mr. Stark is gonna kill me. Unless May gets to me first. Or you guys, I guess. Or my chemistry teacher. I—oh god, I have a test tomorrow! Son of a…”

Cap and Barnes exchanged a look full of question marks. Lang quirked an eyebrow.

“Where’d Stark find this kid? Chuck E. Cheese?”

The boy tilted his chin toward the ceiling. “Um, no. It was in a McDonald’s PlayPlace, actually. Show some respect.”

Scott tried and failed to stifle a snort. A beat passed before Steve scoffed.

“Are you making jokes right now?”

The kid blinked as if he was only now processing the words that had just left his mouth. Then he hunched his shoulders skittishly. “Sorry. I talk a lot when I’m nervous. And crack inappropriately timed jokes. Like, even more so than I normally do. Which is already a lot. Phew. I’m, like, really stressed right now. Can you tell?”

Cap took a step toward their hostage and knelt down to his eye level. “Relax, Queens. We aren’t going to hurt you.”

“As long as you answer our questions,” Bucky added.

Steve glared at him over his shoulder. “Buck.”

“What? I’m just being honest.”

Cap huffed irritably. Peter swallowed, staring between the three men.

“I’m sorry, is this…? An interrogation?”

Barnes and Rogers shared a glance. Antman sucked on his orange slice anxiously.

“Oh,” the kid replied, puffing out his cheeks. “Uh…shit, heh. I mean, I figured this would happen eventually. You know, after I took on the superheroing gig, started making some enemies. But I always thought it’d be some Russian crime boss or samurai clan leader interrogating me. Not, you know, the Avenger I dressed up as for Halloween six years ago.”

“Wow,” Antman chuckled. “You really weren’t kidding about the over-talking thing, huh?”

Peter licked his lips and forced a shy laugh. “Y-yeah. Sorry, this—this is just not at all how today was supposed to go.”

Cap nudged the boy’s knee with his fist. “What’s your name, kid?”

He lifted his gaze to the legendary super soldier, trying his best not to ogle. Even if they were on opposite sides for the time being (not to mention his plan to drill him for intel), it wasn’t like Peter had just stopped being a fan. He’d had Captain America bed sheets from the third through the sixth grade. His favorite water bottle was plastered with Cap stickers, and his closet was packed with the Avenger’s old comic books. Despite their current state of diametric opposition, it was hard not to act giddy in the presence of one his biggest idols. Peter scratched at the armrests his wrists were shackled to.

“Spider-Man?” he said, except it sounded more like a question than an answer. “I’m a newer hero. Not, like, new new. But, you know. New-ish.”

The corners of Steve’s mouth tweaked into a tentative smile. “Nice to officially meet you, Spider-Man. I’m Steve.”

Spider-Man released a slow, shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Hi. I know I said it before, but—I really am a big fan of yours. I’m sorry for kicking you in the face. Your face was actually my phone’s lock screen for a good chunk of 2014.” He lowered his gaze and wilted a little. “I wish this wasn’t how our first real introduction had to go.”

“Me too,” Cap agreed solemnly. He rose to his feet, suddenly making Peter feel very small. “Our quarrel isn’t with you, Spider-Man. You’ll be free to go once you answer our questions. Okay?”

The kid shifted in his seat, his shackled feet dangling just about the floor. His eyes kept drifting back to Bucky, who was leering at him like he could read his thoughts if he focused hard enough. Cap crossed his arms against his chest.

“Where did Tony take our teammates?”

Silence. Steve waited, praying for the kid to speak up. Spider-Man’s fingers curled around the ends of the armrests.

“I…um…I can’t tell you that.”

More silence. Cap felt his heart begin to sink. The Winter Soldier stepped towards Spider-Man.

“So then you know where they are?”

The kid stared up at him, then shook his head. “I didn’t say that.”

Bucky closed the gap between them and clamped his hands on top of Peter’s, glaring straight into their captive’s wide eye lenses. “Tell us where Stark took them. Now.”

Mr. Stark had warned him about the chilling deadliness of the infamous Winter Soldier. A man who had forgotten more ways to kill than most could ever learn in one lifetime. Before the fight, Peter had been ordered to avoid direct confrontation with the murderous super-soldier at all costs.

Had he listened? Not exactly. Still, he’d managed to make it out in one piece.

Now, spotting the stray strands of webbing still clinging to the man’s eyebrows, he really wished he’d followed Stark’s advice.

But he was going to make it up to him. Because Spider-Man wasn’t backing down.

“First of all, breath mints. Please, for everyone’s sake, invest in a tin. Or twelve.” Peter leaned toward the Winter Soldier as far as his restraints would allow, their noses inches apart. “Second of all, no.”

Spider-Man waited, stunned by his own audacity, his blood practically buzzing in his veins. The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched.

“Do you know how many people I’ve tortured, Spider-Man? How many times I’ve wrung classified intelligence from the throats of hardened soldiers? How many wills I’ve broken? The resolves I’ve cracked?” With every word spoken, the Winter Soldier’s grip on his wrists tightened, digging deeper and deeper into his flesh. “Not to mention, the number of bones.”

Sweat was gathering behind Peter’s knees. He tried to keep his breathing even, but the pain in his hands was reaching a startling intensity. Before he could stop himself, he winced back and shut his eyes, cursing the small whimper that escaped his throat.

“Stop it, Buck,” Steve snapped, yanking his friend away from the kid. Once his iron grip was broken, Peter unclenched his fingers from the armrests and heaved a shivery breath. Bucky shrugged Cap’s hand off his shoulder sourly.

“Relax. I wasn’t actually going to hurt him. I just wanted to see if I could scare a quick answer out of him.” He flashed a grin in Peter’s direction. “You’ve got balls, kid. On a scale of one to ten, how terrified were you just now?”

Spider-Man flexed his hands and exhaled forcefully. “Probably around eight thousand.”

Despite how pressing their current situation was, Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. He placed a hand on his hip and tilted his head to the side. “Are you really going to make us force you to answer our questions, kid? ‘Cuz I don’t think any of us want to go through with that. If you tell me where my friends are right now, I’ll have you boarded on the escape cruiser headed back to New York in the next five minutes. I promise.”

Peter sucked his lips to his teeth. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. He liked Cap, and of course he wanted to reunite him with his superhero friends, even if they were currently considered war criminals. But Mr. Stark had insisted they were a threat that needed to be contained. Not permanently—just until he could come to an agreement with some big wigs in the UN that didn’t involve kill squads gunning down Cap’s crew on sight. By not telling them where the rest of their team was, not only was he keeping his word to Mr. Stark. Spider-Man may have actually been saving all of their lives.

This whole situation would be a lot less complicated if he didn’t know where Wanda, Clint, and Sam had been taken. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“But where will they go after we’ve captured them?” his past self had inquired. “They’re not—I mean, we’re not sending them to prison, are we?”

“The Raft isn’t prison,” Stark had assured him. “Just a holding facility that can keep people with powers contained. Once we’re able to hash all this out, they’ll be released. I promise.”

Hearing that then had made him breathe a sigh of relief. Remembering it now made his stomach queasy.

Why did he always have to ask so many goddamn questions?

Peter sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor, then slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry, Cap. I wish I could—honestly. But I can’t.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. “What can I offer you to get you to talk? What do you want? To go home? To be back with Stark? What?”

The kid brightened. “Ooh! Could I get a picture with all of you doing superhero poses? One group photo, then with each of you individually?”

Cap snorted in spite of his efforts not to. Bucky and Lang followed suit. “Would you seriously tell us where our friends are in exchange for that?”

“No. But it would make my inner child scream with joy for all eternity. So. There’s that.”

Scott laughed into his hand while the Winter Soldier groaned. “Can we go back to my method now? Snapping his fingers off ‘til he starts giving us some answers?”

Steve stepped in front of Spider-Man with his hands curled into fists. “I know you like cracking jokes, kid. But this situation is no laughing matter. Our friends could be in danger. We have to protect them. And to do that, we need to know where they are.”

Sobering up, Peter shook his head. “They’re not in danger. I can tell you that much.”

A hand was suddenly pressed against his hairline and grabbing hold of his mask. “Tell me where Stark’s taken them, or the mask comes off.”

Steve felt the young hero stiffen. Keeping his identity a secret was clearly very important to him. Surely the threat of exposing the truth would be enough to make him speak. When the kid didn’t answer right away, he began lifting the mask upwards, peeling it away bit by bit. Spider-Man's breath quickened, but he didn’t protest.

“Last chance,” he warned him. The boy’s mouth, now visible, clamped shut adamantly. Hissing through his teeth, Steve yanked the mask fully off his head.

“Wait—” Peter croaked, but it was too late. Spider-Man was gone, replaced instead by two brown eyes, a mop of curly hair, and an alarmingly young face. Cap’s brows shot up upon meeting the kid’s startled gaze. The mask slipped from his fingers onto the floor.

“Good god,” Bucky exclaimed, grimacing. “You really are just a kid.”

Spider-Man’s jaw hung open slightly, his cheeks dusting a soft pink color. His emotions were a lot more tangible sans his disguise. He had the face of a boy who was supposed to be trading Pokémon cards with his friends after school or studying for a Spanish quiz, not fighting international wars against the world’s most powerful superheroes or being interrogated in a hijacked plane. A knot formed in Steve’s gut.

“Yeah, well, you’re just an extremely intimidating super soldier from the 1940s with a metal arm and very dreamy eyes, so…get bent,” Spider-Man grumbled, trying and failing to conceal his discomfort. Being unmasked obviously bothered him.

“Enough of this, son,” placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything that’s happening is so much bigger than you think, and it’s appalling to me that Tony would knowingly drag a child into it. Tell us where our friends are so we can get you home, out of this mess, back to your family and your life.”

The boy’s face knit into a scowl, although it was more cute than it was threatening. “No,” he said. “I won’t. I’m not betraying Mr. Stark like that. And I’m not just some dumb kid in over his head like you think.” He stared forward with his back straight and his head held high, a daring glint in his eye. “I’m not talking.”

“You’ve been talking this entire time,” Bucky scoffed. “You've just been saying everything except what we’ve asked of you.”

The boy averted his gaze and set his jaw. He looked resolved to stay silent. Cap doubted there was any way he could convince him otherwise. He huffed indignantly and turned to face the others, corralling them out of the cabin and into the cockpit.

“This is a waste of time,” he said, voice hushed. “Let’s just ditch the kid and figure out another way to locate the others.”

“He obviously knows where they are,” Bucky retorted. “Our best chance of finding them without alerting Stark is getting him to fess up.” He pounded his metal hand into the palm of his flesh one. “Give me five minutes with him. I’ll get him talking in no time.”

“We are not hurting him,” Steve growled.

“I won’t! Jesus, Steve. I’ll just make him think I am. The kid’s already scared shitless of me. Might as well use that to our advantage.”

Cap tugged restlessly at his leather gloves, looking to Scott with a haphazard shrug. “Lang? Any bright ideas? You’ve been awfully quiet this whole time.”

Antman crossed his arms and chuckled lightly. Steve narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Scott insisted, still snickering. “It’s just really obvious that you two have no experience interacting with children.”

Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance, looking offended. “Sure I do,” Cap insisted. “I’ve been around lots of kids. During my tour around the country, I did shows for them. Kissed tons of babies. Posed for hundreds of pictures.”

“Okay, fine,” Lang conceded. “Kids from this century.”

Cap shifted his weight between his feet. He had him there.

“I have a daughter. I know how kid’s think. You’re treating him like some burly, grown-ass double agent when you should be treating him how I treat Cassie when she’s being a stubborn little brat.” He shrugged. “But, you know, in this case, with a bit less lenience. The stakes being slightly higher than Cassie hiding Daddy’s favorite slippers.”

Bucky snorted. “What are you suggesting? Bending him over your knee? Taking away his juice box?”

Antman gaped at him in horror. “I would never spank a kid. Don’t you know how detrimental hitting can be to a child’s social-emotional growth, self-regulation, and cognitive development?”

The Winter Soldier rolled his eyes. “It was a joke. What’s your plan, then? He may be young, but he’s not a toddler. It’s gonna take more than a few empty threats to make him crack.”

Scott scratched his chin. “I have one idea,” he said. “It’s kinda silly, not exactly fool-proof. But if it works, we might be able to get him to talk without having to hurt him.”

“At this point, I’m open to anything,” Steve admitted.

Antman sighed, then shrugged. “All right. I’ll give it a try.” He stepped between the two super soldiers and approached the kid, whose face bore a defiant frown. Scott knelt down in front of him and offered a friendly smile.

“Hey there, kiddo. How ya holding up?”

Spider-Man wrinkled his brow but didn’t respond. Scott was well acquainted with that rebellious glare. He patted his arm.

“Sorry you’re having to go through all this. I imagine you gotta be feeling a lot of not-so-great emotions right now. Being kidnapped by people you once looked up to, chained to a chair, asked a bunch of questions you don’t want to answer. That’s a lot to deal with.”

After a moment, the kid’s scowl unfurled a little. He looked the man up and down, adjusting his position in his chair.

“You’re that giant guy who backhanded me out of the sky,” he ventured hesitantly.

“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that. Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, more out of curiosity than distrust. “How’d you do that? One minute you were regular sized, the next minute you were gone, and then suddenly you were huge. It was insane.”

Lang held up his arm and pointed at his wrist. “I have serums in my suit that let me grow and shrink at will. But shrinking is a lot easier than growing; being that big seriously takes it out of me.”

A cloud of fear washed across the kid’s face. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “Are you gonna shrink really small and c-crawl into my ear and hijack my brain and force me to tell the truth?”

Antman chuckled. “No, kid. No brain hijacking happens on my watch.” His smile shifted to an expression that was less warm and more apologetic. “I am, unfortunately, still gonna have to make you tell us where our friends have been taken. It’s really important that we locate them, and if you don’t tell us willingly, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Spider-Man’s heartbeat crawled into his throat. He tried to keep his face blank, despite the fear pounding its way through his chest. He forced a smug chuckle, but it came out more like a cough.

“And what does that entail? You already took off my mask. You have nothing left to threaten me with. What’re you gonna do? Take other parts of my costume off? Like some kind of pervy superhero strip poker thing? I think I’d have to report you to someone for that. I can already see the headline now—Captain America: From War Criminal to Registered Sex Offender.”

Bucky barked out a laugh, and Steve punched him in the shoulder. Scott snorted amusedly.

“You like making others laugh when you’re afraid. It’s a clever little trick; it disarms your enemies while distracting you from your fear. And you’re really good at it, too.”

Antman stood, grabbing a chair from the corner of the room, then stepped behind the kid so he could no longer see him. Spider-Man craned his neck in both directions to try to see where he was, but the belt around his chest significantly limited his range of motion. Scott placed the chair behind him and sat down in it so he was facing the kid’s back, outside of his field of vision. Dread prickled across Peter’s skin.

“I, on the other hand, prefer making people laugh when they’re the ones who are afraid. It’s a really good way to settle a scared person’s nerves while exercising control over a delicate situation.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Spider-Man snapped, a new wave of restlessness reigniting in his bones. He felt twitchy and trapped and was really starting to hate how little he could move, and the fact he couldn’t see his interrogator. He struggled against his restraints even though it was pointless. “Whatever game you’re playing isn’t going to work! I’m not telling you anything!”

Out of nowhere, something blunt tasered his side, making the kid jolt in surprise and release an involuntary squeak. He looked down and spotted Scott’s index finger an inch away from his midriff, hovering just below his ribcage.

“No games,” Lang assured him. “Just a little test of endurance.” He poked him again, this time on the other side, then began alternating back and forth, making Peter cringe. “You’re not ticklish, are you, Spider-Man?”

Captain America watched the kid’s face flush fire engine red. He thrashed, then gasped, then pursed his lips until they turned white, biting back a smile like his life depended on it. Scott moved his fingers lower, teasing Spider-Man’s tummy, and a started yelp sprung from his throat.

“Is that a yes? It’s a little hard to tell since I can’t see your face.”

What the hell?! he thought bewilderedly. Tickling me! Like a six-year-old! The unexpected tactic had caught him severely off guard. He had anticipated enduring some form of torture, steeling himself acordingly, maybe something psychological or mind-numbing or involving crazy hallucinogenic S.H.I.E.L.D. drugs.

But this?

The worst part was that he was ticklish. Like, a lot. He had been for as long as he could remember, and gaining powers, evidently, had not changed that. He could get away easier with his enhanced agility and strength, but that didn’t help him now. He was bound to a chair with no hope of escaping. He couldn’t guard himself or twist away or move more than a few inches in any direction. His entire torso was exposed, free for his interrogator’s fingers to explore. And, with how leisurely his hands were tickling him, taking time to traipse across all twenty-four of his ribs and test the sensitivity of each new spot he moved to, Scott was very much aware of this.

It already sucked being the youngest superhero among the Avengers. By default, everyone looked down on him, expecting him to be callow and weak. This was just salt in the wound—torturing him for information using one of the most childish and laughable techniques out there. And it was working.

For Mr. Stark’s sake, and for the sake of his dignity, he couldn’t let them win.

“Huh. I think he might be,” Bucky observed as he watched the boy flounder, a sly grin coiling across his lips. “You’re looking a little red in the face there, bud. Anything you’d like to say? Some intel you wanna get off your chest?”

The kid spluttered, shaking his head, his face muscles betraying him and lifting into a smile. The blush in his cheeks was bleeding down his neck, creeping towards his hairline, seeping through the tips of his ears. Scott’s hands continued prodding delicately at his midsection, adding more and more fingers and steadily increasing the pressure behind his touch. It was so maddeningly gentle and featherlike, Peter thought he might implode—either from how terribly it tickled, or how dreadful the anticipation was of the far intenser tickling to come.

“I know you want to laugh. It’s all right, kiddo. There’s no need to hold it in. I promise you’ll feel better once you do.” Lang spidered all ten fingers along the kid’s narrow torso, using his fingertips rather than his nails, and Spider-Man squealed. “All those anxieties you’re still holding on to will dissolve right away.”

What Peter actually wanted to do was die. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall against the back of the chair, muscles clenched, shoulders bouncing as much as his restraints allowed, despair washing over him as giggles began to slip through his defenses.

“Mmmm! You—meheh—sh-shihit!” He dug his fingers into the armrests, smiling from ear to ear, burning from head to toe, bubbling with shrill, adorable laughter that instantly melted every heart in the room. Scott didn’t let up, though; in fact, he started tickling him harder, eager to hear more of the kid’s endearing giggles.

“There ya go! See? I knew your little tough guy act wouldn’t last.”

“Ch-cheeheaters!” Spider-Man choked out, squirming helplessly in his seat. Captain America chuckled.

“There’s no cheating in an interrogation, kid. Either you tell us where our friends are and we set you free, or Antman doesn’t let up. Plain and simple.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And by the looks of it, you’re not gonna last very long.”

“Might as well save yourself the trouble and give up now,” Scott suggested. His devious fingers began pinching and tweaking Peter’s sensitive skin, starting from his hips and inching toward his underarms. “I’d hate to stop right away, though—your laugh is too cute!”

Squeaky hiccups began punctuating Spider-Man’s giggle-fits. Cap and Bucky could hardly believe it: Lang’s ridiculous plan might actually work. And hey, if that meant listening to the kid’s sunny laughter and basking in his radiant smile a little while longer, they weren’t complaining. It was easy to forget what a pain in the ass Spider-Man was while watching him cackle like a baby hyena.

“Eeheat shit and dihihie!” Peter spat. Antman figured if he still had enough energy to insult them, let alone form full sentences, it was time to step things up a notch. He took his hands off Spider-Man’s belly, cracked his knuckles, then latched on to his ribcage, drilling all ten fingers deep into the bone.

Spider-Man threw back his head and howled.

“Uh-oh,” Lang said, grinning maliciously. “I think I found the little spider’s tickle spot.”

For a few seconds, the kid laughed soundlessly, wrenching against his bonds and smiling the biggest smile in the world. Violent hiccups punched out of his throat and tears sparkled in his eyes. Nothing had ever tickled him as torturously as the hands on his ribs were now. Cap wondered if Stark had realized his new recruit had gone missing by now. He wondered what he’d think of what they were putting the poor kid through.

“STAHAP!” Spider-Man shrieked. The three Avengers laughed at him, making the kid wish he had the power to spontaneously combust. This was beyond humiliating. Meanwhile, Scott’s fingers crept higher, crawling towards his underarms like two menacing tarantulas.

“It must really suck, not being able to lower your arms,” Antman thought out loud. “You can’t guard yourself at all. Especially these vulnerable little pits of yours.” He fluttered his fingertips against the hollows, sending goosebumps shooting up Peter’s spine. “I mean, I can do this to you all day long, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! Besides telling us where our friends are, anyway. That’s gotta be driving you crazy.”

Not only was his tickling him to tears; Antman was teasing him about it! Mercilessly! Peter’s entire body fizzled with embarrassment. The words to set him free dangled on the tip of his tongue. The Raft! They’ve been transported to the Raft!

But no, he couldn’t. Couldn’t give up. Not now. Not yet.

“Ahasshole!” he cried, twisting and turning in attempt to get away. “Goho j-jump in a lahayHAY—EEHEEHEEK!”

Scott dug into his underarms mid-sentence, scribbling his nails against his pits. Spider-Man screeched and laughed, doubling over as much as he could (which basically meant just dropping his chin to his chest) and squeezing the armrests so tight he left dents in the metal.

“Ooh, looks like we’ve got another one,” Scott said amusedly, watching the kid writhe and cackle beneath his touch. “Tickle spot numero dos.” He wormed his fingers deep into his sensitive skin, chuckling at Spider-Man's frenzied reactions. “You really should’ve thought about padding this suit more, buddy. It doesn’t protect you at all! Not from punches, lasers—and certainly not from tickles.” He switched to pinching and squeezing Spider-Man’s defenseless pits, jumping down every now and then to attack his ribs some more just to keep the poor kid guessing. “Might want to rethink that for future costume designs, huh?”

Dammit, Mr. Stark! If he did wind up throwing in the towel and spilling the beans, Tony had to shoulder at least part of the blame for making his suit so thin. Granted, his homemade suit was probably just as thin, if not thinner, but still. The fabric of his costume was doing absolutely nothing to dampen the unbearable tickling sensations. In fact, it may have been making them worse.

“Ihi’m—AHAHA! You—gaHA—f-fuhuhAck!” Peter’s speaking abilities were deteriorating along with his willpower. Antman was tickling his entire torso now, tweaking his sides and kneading his belly and clawing his armpits and needling his ribs. As his hysterical laughter dissolved back to twitchy silence and turbulent hiccuping, Scott sensed the kid was nearing his breaking point. He shared a look with Cap and Bucky, then slowed his attack, resting his fingers against Spider-Man’s sides but no longer moving them. The relief was so magical and unexpected, Peter thought he might melt.

“Gah—heh—oho—my god,” he wheezed. He sagged in his chair, panting harshly, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “You…eheh…soho mean…”

The weary hero looked so precious and flustered and pathetic, it made all three of them want to barf. Bucky got in his face, smirking with delight.

“Ready to talk now, kid?”

Cap appeared at Bucky’s side, boasting a smile of his own. “It’s time to give up, Spider-Man. Whether you tell us now or tell us later, we’re going to break you eventually.”

Peter moaned weakly, airy giggles still fluttering in his belly. “Juhust let…c-catch breath,” he implored. He was cute enough that Scott almost considered letting him get away with it. But he knew the ploy Spider-Man was trying to pull, and they needed the info he had ASAP. He stood with the others and ruffled the kid’s messy hair.

“If you can say words, you can tell us where the others are.” He gave his head a playful shove, leaning over the chair he was trapped in. “Come on, Spidey—out with it already.”

Peter filled his lungs with a few more ragged gulps of air. Then, slowly, determinedly, he shook his head.

Captain America scoffed, shocked as he was impressed. “Seriously, kid? You’re really not backing down?”

“Bad idea, buddy,” Scott warned him. “Think for a sec. We were being nice these past few minutes. We all could’ve been going after you, but it was just me. And you were still losing your shit.” He nodded towards Steve and Bucky. “Are you sure you want to face the wrath of myself and these guys? I shudder to think how unbearable it’d feel to be tickle tortured by a pair of super soldiers. Especially for someone as ticklish as you.”

Peter wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor and drop into the ocean. Drowning beneath the waves sounded far less daunting than facing the harrowing decision laid before him. His eyes dashed between the two men, who grinned back at him smugly as they waited for his answer. He swallowed thickly.

“I—u-um—”

“If you don’t tell us now, we’re going to tickle you non-stop for the next ten minutes,” Bucky stated simply, “even if you fess up sooner than that.”

Spider-Man understood now why Mr. Barnes was so successful in his craft. The mere thought of that metal hand having free reign on his tummy was enough to make him lightheaded. And for ten minutes? He would simply perish.

“That, uh, d-doesn’t really seem like—”

“And when you do eventually crack, we’ll be sure to tell every other superhero we know who told us where our friends were taken and how we got him to talk,” Steve added. “That is, unless you speak up. Right. Now.”

The boy exhaled hollowly. His gaze wandered to the window while his fingers drummed against the armrests. He puffed out his cheeks, then let his head drop back. A small chuckle bubbled from his chest.

“You know what’s actually really great about this? I am never going to lose another game of Two Truths and a Lie in my life.”

The three adult superheroes shared a puzzled glance. Spider-Man continued.

“Like, who’s going to hear me say ‘I was tranqued and kidnapped by Captain America who then tied me to a chair in a hijacked plane and had his teammates torture me for information by tickling me out of my mind’ and be like ‘Oh yeah, that’s definitely true’?” Nobody, that’s who. Then I’ll get to be all ‘Sike, bitch! I one hundred percent was!’ And maybe that’ll make all of this worth it.”

Lang snorted as he returned to his seat behind Spider-Man, giving the kid’s side a few cautionary pokes. “I’m warning you, kid. Tell us where they are, or you’re seriously going to regret it.”

Nervous giggles started sneaking into his speech, peppered in between every other word, but Peter didn’t stop talking, He couldn’t seem to make himself stop.

“Oh! Lehet’s not forget Never Have I Ever! It wohorks for that, too! Unless there’s sohome other hapless soul out there youhou’ve s-subjected to this treatment? Though the lihikelihood of us ever meeting and just rahandomly deciding to play Never Hahave I Ever is probably pretty slim, right?”

The Winter Soldier chuckled at Spider-Man’s frenetic rambling. As much as he enjoyed tormenting the brat and hearing him laugh, he was only going through with this because the kid wasn’t giving them any other option. In the short time they’d spent together, Spider-Man had proved himself clever, loyal, and stubborn to a fault—characteristics that defined great heroes. Not to mention, obnoxiously cute. And even if he had sided with Stark in the battle in Germany, he was clearly a good kid who’d just been swept into a crazy situation. For the sake of his lungs and general sanity, Barnes could only hope Scott had worn him down enough that he would break quickly.

Bucky knelt by Spider-Man’s side, wiggling his fingers at thim threateningly, setting off Peter’s spidey sense and inflicting him with phantom sensations. “Better get the spit ready, ‘cuz this little spider-piggy’s about to start squealing.”

Cap sat on the floor in front of the kid and patted his leg. “Last chance, Spider-Man. One word from you, and all this stops.”

He was giggling more than talking now, but still carrying on. “Youhou know w-whahat else I just rehealized? I can say whahatever I want to you guys rihight now, and it dohoesn’t matter! ‘Cuz either wahay, the cohonsequences will be just as bad. Soho, uh, h-here it goes.” He took a breath, then leveled his gaze on the Winter Soldier. “Youhou, scary guy. Cuhut your gohodamn hair. I’m on enough suhuperhero ihinternet forums to know what the peeheople want. You look like Edna Mode frohom the Incredibles crossed with a pedophile.”

Bucky’s jaw hung in response, which granted Peter a twinge of satisfaction despite his situation. Next, he looked back at Antman, who he still couldn’t see.

“Ahand you, Tiny-Shrinky-Growy Dude. Youhou’re just—mean, okay? I don’t like you. So. Thehere. I hope whehen I knocked you down durhuring our fight, ihit gave you a giant bruise ahand a kihiller headache.” He stuck out his tongue and blew a big fat raspberry in his direction just for good measure. Lastly, he turned on Cap.

“And youhou, Steve, are officially off my suhuperhero idols list. Ihi’m peeling all your stihickers off my water bottle, dohonating your ahaction figures to Goodwill, and duhumping all your comic books in the trahash then dousing them in gasoline and sehetting the whole th-thihing ohon fihiheeheeAHhaha!”

Cap started squeezing his legs just above his knees, sending shocks through his limbs with nowhere to go. “All right, that’s enough,” Rogers chuckled. “Looks like we’re doing this the hard way.”

Bright, maniacal laughter spilled from the kid’s lips. Steve smiled, wholly endeared. He was starting out gentle, testing the waters of Spider-Man’s undeniable sensitivity, and already the boy looked ready to blow. He inched his hands higher up his legs, kneading into the muscle, and he swore he saw the kid turn a shade redder; he didn't think that was possible.

“EEHEEhaha!” Peter giggled shrilly. Little spasms surged through his legs every time Cap’s deadly fingers tweaked them. This bizarre misadventure was actually teaching him lots of new things about himself—like the fact that his legs were insanely ticklish. No one had ever really tickled him there before, so it was certainly news to him.

Another fun discovery: if tickled long enough, his voice jumped to glass-shattering octaves against his will, pitching higher and louder than he thought possible. This experience was anything if not humbling.

In case that wasn’t torturous enough, Antman began scuttling his fingers against his neck, making the tiny hairs on his arms stand on end. “You’re one helluva glutton for punishment, kiddo. How much more do you think you can take?”

None, none, no more, Peter’s brain wailed. The teasing was just as cruel as the feathery touches tickling him silly.

Then the Winter Soldier’s metal hand found his tummy, and Spider-Man inhaled so sharply he wound up snorting, sparking laughter from his three tormentors.

“Spider-piggy indeed,” Bucky said, his ice-cold fingers scurrying across his belly. The kid angled his body as far from the super soldier as he could manage, but the metal hand stayed glued to stomach, kneading and wiggling meticulously.

“EEHEEVIL!” Peter hiccuped. It was too much, too much. Every muscle inside him was tensed and aching. His abs were on fire from laughing so hard. There were too many hands tickling too many places on his poor little spider-body.

He had to say it.

He couldn’t.

He had to say it.

He couldn’t.

The Raft! his mind screamed over and over again. Just say it! The Raft, The Raft, The Raft!

Out of everything, the hands on his thighs were by far the worst, pushing him to the brink of insanity. Cap was squeezing mercilessly now, drilling his thumbs into his legs with cruel fervor, making Peter thrash and scream-laugh. Fortunately, right as he was about to lose it, the hands suddenly lifted off him, and Spider-Man gasped with relief. The neck and tummy tickles were still maddening, but not to such an unhinged degree.

Then a fingertip brushed the bottom of his foot, and Peter choked.

“NOhoho!” he cried before he could stop himself. He kicked his legs with all his might, but his feet were trapped in place. Cap cracked a smile.

“No?” he repeated innocently. He scribbled his fingers against the center of his sole, drawing a squeal from the young hero. “Why ‘no’? Does this bother you or something?”

The fabric on his feet felt extra thin—great for wall-crawling, less great when being tickled to death. When Spider-Man tried defending himself by flexing his foot and scrunching up his toes, Steve seized his foot with one hand, holding it still, and tickled it with the other. Peter yelped and laughed, spitting curses as Cap dragged his nails up and down the length of his arch.

“IhI’ll—STIHICK!” he threatened him.

“You’ll stick?” Steve said, frowning. Then, for an instant, his fingertips froze against the kid’s foot. When he tried to pull away, they wouldn’t move, as if Spider-Man’s sole had adhered to his skin. Thankfully, with a slightly stronger tug, his fingers broke loose. Cap gazed at his hand in disgust. “Holy—yuck! Your feet can stick to things? What kind of creepy power is that?”

Spider-Man tried to answer, but Bucky started digging his thumbs into his hips. He immediately erupted into uncontrollable laughter, arching his spine and throwing his head back.

“You’re so scrawny,” the Winter Soldier observed, grinning as his technique transformed the kid’s giggles from bubbly to panicked. As mean as it felt—driving the kid to giggly hysterics—it sure was fun. “You look like Steve before he got the serum. Your little hip bones poke out so much! Does that somehow make them more ticklish? Sure seems like it.”

At the same time, Scott went back to tickling his underarms, scuttling his fingers all over his pits. They weren’t holding anything back now. No more Mr. Nice Avengers. They were determined to get an answer out of him. And Peter was fresh out of willpower.

“I assume you have to be focused to make yourself sticky, so I’m going to take my chances,” Steve said. His fingertips reunited with Spider-Man’s soles, one hand per foot this time, and began tickling both heels, arches, and sets of toes simultaneously. To Peter’s dismay, Cap’s hypothesis proved correct; there was no way in hell he could concentrate enough to stick to him—not while four other hands absolutely wrecked his upper body. And now with foot tickles added to the roster, he was utterly, entirely screwed.

“D-DYHYHING!” he managed to rasp, only to descend right back into silent, hiccup-filled cackling. His brain felt like it was short circuiting; it couldn’t hope to process the overload of tickly stimuli assaulting his body from every angle.

“Tell us where our friends are, and we’ll stop,” Scott replied, redirecting his attack to the kid’s rib cage. Being as ticklish of a spot as it was, Lang figured it deserved some more unforgiving, undivided attention.

Spider-Man whipped his head from side to side and gasped for air. He was fighting for his life just to sputter out one word. “C-CAHAN’T!”

“Sure you can,” Bucky said. He shimmied his hands along the kid’s torso, squeezing and tweaking his sensitive sides, eliciting a string of shrill hiccups from his gaunt frame. “‘Cuz until you do, we’re not stopping. Make your choice, kid: cough up the location, or be tickled to death.”

He barely had the strength to twitch anymore. His face ached from smiling so long. Six merciless hands against one ticklish spider was so completely unfair, and more than enough to torture him out of his mind. He only had one option left to exhaust before giving in: beg.

“P-PLEEHEEHEASE!” he grated out. “CAHan’t—AHAK—L-LUHUNgs—GAHhaHAGH!”

The three heroes ignored his pleas, continuing their tickle-filled interrogation without easing up. It was no use. He couldn’t bear another second. He had to make this stop.

Before he could summon enough oxygen to punch out the words, a woman’s voice met his ear—scratchy and warbled, like she was speaking through a walkie-talkie. The others must’ve heard it too, because their wiggling fingers suddenly stalled to a halt. Peter slumped in his seat and filled his starving lungs with air, inhaling and exhaling in greedy gulps. Cap hopped to his feet and jogged into the cockpit.

“Steve….chh—ome in. There?” the mystery voice called. Dazed, Peter lifted his head and spotted a holographic face floating above the control panel. The image was poor, but he recognized the speaker: Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow.

“Nat, is that you?” Cap said, stunned. “How did you tap our ship? Where are you?”

“N-N-No time,” the holograph stuttered, glitching sporadically. “Listen…know where—others. Didn’t hear fr-fr-from me.” Her whole face fizzled out for a moment, then reformed a few seconds later. “—Raft! Can—hear me? Your friends have been taken to the Raft!”

Slowly, grievously, Peter’s heart dropped like an anchor. Antman and the Winter Soldier stood and followed Steve into the other room.

“Underwater facility. Location changes w-w-weekly. Send—current coordinates now.”

Cap huffed out a laugh—one part shock, another part relief. “Thank you, Nat. I don’t know if you can hear me, but—thank you. We owe you one.”

Natasha gave a shrewd smile, then disappeared. A line of longitudes and latitudes appeared on the screen, as well as a map with a recommended course charted for their destination.

“Holy shit,” Bucky scoffed. “She really pulled through.”

“Nice!” Scott cheered. “So, what now? Should we just whip the plane around, go straight there, bust ‘em out? What’s the plan?”

“Are you—f-freaking—kidding me?”

The three men turned back to their captive. The kid was still struggling to catch his breath—face flushed, eyes wet with tears—and despite the dizzy smile clinging to his features, he looked absolutely devastated.

“You’re telling me…I w-went through all of that…for nothing?” He closed his eyes and let his head drop back, panting heavily and moaning in defeat. “I…h-hahate…my life. Uhugh…”

Scott hunched his shoulders with a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, bud. I’ll give credit where it’s due, though: you held out a lot longer than I expected.”

Spider-Man whimpered miserably in response. Bucky returned to his side and gave his hair an affectionate tousle.

“Aw, cheer up, kid. Look on the bright side: now, when you play that game you mentioned, you get to say that you were captured by Captain America, tied to a chair, tortured for information by the Winter Soldier—but you didn’t break. Now that’s a badass anecdote.”

Reluctantly, the kid raised his gaze to meet his. It was nauseating how cute he looked—all rosy cheeks and big brown doe eyes. Stark had no right recruiting such an adorable face to fight his battles for him. He understood now why the boy was so keen on wearing a mask.

“Nothing about any of this h-has made me feel badass…” he murmured. He gestured behind him with a nod of his head. “Feel free to open up the back and chuck me off the plane at your earliest convenience. I don’t think my ego w-will…ever recover from this.”

Captain America approached him and patted his shoulder. “It’s all right, Queens. You stayed strong in the face of adversity—that’s what we’ll remember from this. You’re obviously a very dependable person.” He gave his arm a small squeeze. “Tony is lucky to have you on his team.”

Immediately, the kid’s face blanched. “Oh my god. Are you still going to tell him and everyone else you know about this?”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “No. I think you’ve suffered more than enough already.”

Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, his head drooping forward. A few moments later, he squirmed sluggishly against his restraints. “Could, um…could I maybe get out of this chair now, please?”

“That depends. Are you going to try to escape once you’re free?”

Peter shook his head. “No. I’d just like to lay on the floor and bemoan my existence for a bit.”

Cap couldn’t imagine the kid had the energy to try pulling anything funny after what they’d just put him through. And if he did, the three of them could handle it. Once he got the green light from Antman and Bucky, he got to work undoing all of Spider-Man’s bonds until he was finally free. The kid stayed true to his word; the moment he was unshackled, he melted out of his chair and onto the floor, sprawling flat with a long, weary groan.

His three captors chuckled. “Yeah, you take a minute,” Bucky said, reaching down and pinching his side. Spider-Man shrunk into a ball with a squeal, folding his knees to his chest and hugging himself around the middle.

“Do nohot,” he giggled feebly. He rolled on to his back with his arms around his tummy. “Pleehease. I am…soho tired…”

“Come on, guys,” Steve rebuked them. “Leave the poor kid be.”

Antman followed Captain America to the cockpit, shooting a glance over his shoulder. “So, uh, what now, Cap? What do we do with the kid?”

Steve loaded another round into the tranquilizer gun, which he had retrieved while Spider-Man was busy wallowing on the floor. “We’ll bring him with us to the Raft, knock him out while we snag our friends, then find a safe place to drop him from there. We can’t have him telling Tony our plan before we get the chance to rescue them.”

Scott exhaled slowly, then scratched his neck. “Right. Okay. Tranquing children. Sounds ethical enough.” He turned back to smile at the prostrate superhero. “He’s a fun little guy. Hopefully Stark doesn’t try to blast us all to smithereens once he realizes we kidnapped him.”

Cap nodded. “No kidding,” he agreed, then frowned. “Hope he can’t track us down before we’re able to drop him off, either.”

“Yeah,” Lang said with a shudder.

Steve stared at Spider-Man over Antman’s shoulder, narrowing his eyes. “That suit of his…” he began. “You think the kid made it himself?”

“I doubt it. It seems pretty high-tech. Did you see the inside of his mask? It’s inlaid with tons of advanced circuits. That thing must cost a fortune.”

A beat passed before the two men turned to each other rigidly. The realization seized both of them at the same time.

“If that suit is Stark tech…” Scott said ominously.

“You don’t think that…”

A crackling boom suddenly swept across the ship, making the aircraft dip and wobble. Rogers steadied himself with a hand against the wall. A boom like that could only be one thing: an object nearby flying so fast, it had broken the sound barrier.

“Whoa,” Spider-Man exclaimed, lifting his head from the floor. “What the hell was that?”

“Steve?” Bucky called. He was staring past him with wide eyes. Cap followed his gaze to the windshield behind them, which overlooked a cloudless blue sky. The view was clear except for one red and gold dot in the distance, barreling towards them with a trail of smoke in its wake, glinting in the sunshine. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest.

“Oh, shit.”

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