“They took her out of school,” Tony says. “Just – walked in and left with her, and not a single person in that entire stupid place thought – none of them even looked – and we can’t get a license plate, FRIDAY can’t track the car on cameras–“
“Let me help,” Peter says. “I can get out there, cover more ground than the cops – and I’m stealthy, they won’t see me coming, not like you or Rhodey–“
“I said no.”
or Morgan is kidnapped and Peter knows he has to save her, whatever it takes.
for @madasthesea for the irondad fic exchange. i hope you enjoy it!
Tony stumbled into the medbay, cannister in hand, only to skid to a halt as he registered Peter, sitting up in bed with May supporting him as he violently threw up into a basin.
May was rubbing his back and shushing him gently, like it was just a bad case of the flu, like any minute now Peter would be asking for soup and a movie. When she looked up and met Tony’s gaze, her eyes were full of fear.
Tony took a step forward and Peter’s eyes flicked to him before he was retching again.
There was a hand on his arm. Tony tore his eyes away from Peter to find Dr. Cho at his side. She took the cannister from his numb hands.
“Come on. Let me update you.”
“The vomiting started about ten minutes ago,” Cho reported once they’d gone into the hall. “And his fever is at 102.8 and rising steadily. The Centipede serum is making it much worse than we had expected, probably because of Peter’s thermoregulation difficulties.”
Tony nodded woodenly.
“We have him on morphine, a fever reducer, and a muscle relaxant, in an effort to lessen the effects of the seizures. Any more and we risk overdose. Any questions?”
“What can I do?”
Helen looked a little sad. “You’ve done your part, Tony. Stay up here and sit with him.”
Tony blanched. “No, I… I need to help, I’ve got to do something.”
“Mr. Stark. You are not a medical doctor. You are not a pathologist, or a biochemist. Right now, you are a very worried father whose kid is dying. You’re needed here, at his side.”
Tony’s jaw snapped shut and he looked away.
“We’ll have FRIDAY keep you updated and send you any questions we might possibly have on your tablet, but Peter needs you. Besides, three geniuses in one lab usually ends in explosions,” Cho said, a faintly forced smile turning up her lips.
Tony swallowed, but nodded. “Work hard, Doc.”
“Like his life depends on it,” she said, then turned and walked away, the cannister of venom in her hand.
This is my @irondadficexchange fic for the lovely @iamirondad 🎉🎉🎉The prompt I chose to use was Peter gets hurt on patrol. The title of this fic comes from the song January White by Sleeping at Last.
Hope you enjoy!
Post-endgame, Tony saved the world and survived. Life is finally getting back to normal. Peter goes out on patrol and everything is fine, until it’s not.
“Dang.” Peter muttered.
Everything had been going fine, great actually.
It was a few months after everyone returned from their five year disappearance and things were finally getting settled down. Thanks to Doctor Strange, Tony was starting to get back on his feet after wielding the gauntlet. It hadn’t been easy, but he was determined to get back to normal, or as close as he could get. Peter and May had a new apartment in Queens, school would start soon, and Spider-Man was finally patrolling again.
But now, it was only Peter’s third afternoon back on the streets and there was already a knife in his thigh.
Admittedly, he had been a little distracted (maybe things hadn’t been quite as great as Peter wanted to believe). Putting the suit back on had been harder than he expected it to be. The first few times he tried, he hadn’t been able to put it on at all. Anxiety and fear plagued him. The feeling of crumbling into nothingness, darkness slowly but inevitably consuming him, invaded his thoughts like a dense, unwanted cloud. In his dreams, he watched Tony die over and over and over. The man hadn’t even died in real life, but Peter’s subconscious had decided to play out the worst case scenario repeatedly.
The feeling that the people of New York needed him only heightened his anxiety. All he wanted was to get out there and help people, but he couldn’t, he wasn’t strong enough. The feeling of utter incompetence was paralyzing, shaking him to his core. If he couldn’t be Spider-Man, who was he?
This is for the Irondad Fic Exchange @irondad-fic-exchange and goes out to the lovely @bellamyisbetter!! Out of your three prompts I went with, “Peter finds out EDITH isn’t the only thing Tony left for him.” I hope you enjoy your gift!
The first thing Peter registers upon waking is pain.
Consciousness is slow to come but even as it does, he finds his mind already categorizing possible injuries - an instinct after so many superhero-related dust-ups over the last few years.
His legs, his hips, his chest– everything from the neck down except his right arm feels like it’s being squeezed under a giant waffle iron.
He opens his eyes but everything remains just as dark as before. He must be in a deep, lightless space for his eyes not to be able to adjust– usually even the slightest bit of light is enough for him to make sense of his surroundings.
He groans, trying to shift his body - to get away from the pain - only to realize that there is nowhere to go.
Where was he? What had–
It all comes flooding back at once: Peter had been fighting the Green Goblin without back-up. Sam and Bucky were still minutes out when the villain had thrown a bomb into a bank and Peter had swooped in, rushing civilians out right before everything exploded in a cacophony of bright white light and then–
Then nothing. Until the pain.
“H’llo?” he softly asked, only for coughs to wrack him. “Is–is anyone here?”
“I am here, Peter,” E.D.I.T.H. suddenly chirped in his ear.
“Hey, E,” he croaks out. “What happened?”
“You were caught in an explosion caused by one of the Green Goblin’s pumpkin bombs, and are currently buried underneath approximately forty tons of rubble. I have sent out a crisis report to both Master Sergeant Wilson and Sergeant Barnes but at present there is no signal and I am unable to find a workaround. I will continue to send until the connection is stabilized.”
Peter coughs again. “Did– did everyone make it out okay?”
There’s a pause.
“I am detecting no other heat signatures in the immediate area.”
Peter nods to himself. He may be trapped, but at least everyone else is safe. Or so he hopes– Gobby clearly had no issues with targeting innocent bystanders.
“Can I…” Peter trails off, trying and failing to take a deep breath with the pressure on his chest. “Can I try to move it, E?”
“I would not recommend destabilizing the debris, Peter. Your current position is maintaining your air pocket. If you do not move it is probable help will eventually come to you.”
“Okay, okay, yeah, okay,” Peter says, even as his spidey sense sends a warning ping at the idea of doing absolutely nothing to free himself. God, he wishes he wasn’t alone… if he wasn’t alone this wouldn’t be so bad. Even if he could talk to someone, someone like May or Happy or Sam or T—
But no, he’s alone. Just like when he took down Beck, he has to get through this on his own. He’s Spider-Man, he can do this, at least for a while… but what if he’s stuck here for longer than a while?
“Yeah, May and I talked about that yesterday, I’m really proud of you, kid.”
That phrase always knocks the air out of Peter whenever he hears it, and more so when it comes from Tony. He and May have been having these little chats more and more lately, which…makes Peter feel strangely secure, more than it makes him nervous. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t get it. Maybe they feel like two walls, on either side of him. He can still fall, there’s still—a lot of open air. But they’d be there to grab him, if things got too out of hand. They’d be right there.
Peter nods, his face going a little hot. “Thanks,” he says. “But…yeah, that’s…yeah, I’m doing good. I’ve totally got this.”
“What if you didn’t?” Tony asks, taking a sip of his water and looking at Peter intently.
Peter blinks at him, trying to maintain his composure. It’s all on the tip of his tongue. It’s too much. I need help. I really need help. But he needs Tony to keep being proud of him. He can’t disappoint him. “What if I…” Peter says, trailing off.
“Would you tell me?” Tony asks. “If you didn’t have it?”
Part of him is screaming.
“Yeah,” Peter says. “Yeah…yeah, of course.”
He shoves three spoonfuls of corn into his mouth so he doesn’t say anything else.
This was written for @cinnamonrollstark for the 2019 Irondad Fic Exchange with the prompt “Tony comes back to life years after the snap. This is their reunion”.
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Summary: Written for the 2019 Irondad Fic Exchange for CinnamonrollStark. Prompt: Tony comes back to life after the Snap and this is their reunion.
Then, as Peter dodged bullets and destroyed drones, a flash of red and gold caught his eye. Attention elsewhere, he slammed into a drone and was sent sprawling to the ground. His mind raced a mile a minute.
It’s not real, Peter. It’s not real. It’s not real. You know what Beck is capable of, he’s only trying to distract you.
He could only watch, stunned, as he saw his childhood hero blasting drones out of the sky. Beneath his mask tears began to fall as he told himself it wasn’t real. How could it be?
This piece was written for @imgoingtocrash with the prompts Peter Parker is Tony Stark’s Biological Child and Amensia. I love your blog and your writing and I hope you enjoy this piece :)
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Summary: There was no reason the experiment should have gone wrong. FRIDAY ran countless simulations, each one giving good results. And yet, it does, leaving the Stark family to suffer the consequences.Prompts: Peter Parker is Tony Stark’s biological son and Amnesia
Peter knows he did poorly on his final, and he feels bad enough. Then May finds out. Peter doesn’t know how to handle all the pressure of being a normal high-school teenager on top of trying to balance the responsibility that comes with being spider-man.
Thank fully he has Tony Stark and May Parker to keep him in check- and comfort the stressed teen along the way.
Hey guys! Ok, so rant coming:
I poured my heart and soul into the two pics that I did for the Irondad Fic Exchange. I spent so long outlining and writing and re-writing the two works that I signed on for. I tried to craft them for the enjoyment of the two wonderful people that I was writing for. Then someone came onto my last fic and called me “Laughably stupid”. I just.. I don’t understand pointless hate. I’m all here for constructive criticism. But blatant hate on something that was a gift for someone else is just… not okay. So, if you have anything rude to say, keep it to yourself. All you are doing is discouraging me. It was quite hard for me to build up the courage to post this after that. So, please just be positive.
The prompt I chose from Whimsicalethnographies was “May grounds Peter for something non-Spider-man related and Peter sneaks out to the Tower, cue co-parenting.” I hope they enjoy this fic! I loved writing it!
also the title and the line in this fic that follows the name of the title are from the BBC show Merlin, which everyone should watch!
Warnings: Mild Depictions of a Panic Attack (Nothing too serious, but take care of yourselves babes)
Peter had felt sick for the past three hours. He had done really, like really bad on his Chemistry mid-term. He had been handed the results and he felt hot tears pricking in his eyes. Peter had ignored Ned and MJ the rest of the day, hiding behind exhaustion and his hoodie. Peter knew May was going to kill him. Ever since she found out about his extra-curricular activities, she had insisted he could continue as Spiderman as long as his grades and mental health didn’t suffer. He had been able to maintain a fairly solid mental health situation, I mean sure, most of the time it came from him just pushing back all of his real feelings. But, up until now his grades hadn’t suffered. Peter had been able to do keep up his schoolwork and web-slinging, but last week had been a huge arms bust, and Peter had gotten so carried away that he had completely failed to realize that he had his chemistry midterm coming up. He had thought he could have scraped by with a C, but Peter got the test back with 1 point above an F. He had passed, barely, but his entire grade was going to be trashed.
Peter rushed out of school the second the bell sounded, finding the nearest ally and slipping into his Spidey gear. “Good afternoon, Peter.” Karen’s familiar voice greeted him, and Peter sighed.
“Hey Karen.” Peter began swinging his way to the top of the building.
“Peter, you appear to be in distress. Would you like me to call Boss?”
“What? No- no, Karen I’m fine. Just, just mute.” He would deal with this disaster later when he needed to. Peter heard someone yelling in the distance and all thoughts of his stress went away.
When I Was Older (Irondad Fic Exchange 2019)
Peter Parker never thought that something like this would be a problem, he always imagined with the spider-bite came a sort of overall health and wellness… well besides being shot at constantly. So when this terrible illness bites down on him suddenly, how will it effect the few days he has left?
Peter Parker contracts an illness that he has never heard of then learns that it has no known cure… will he lose his mind before getting the chance to say goodbye to the ones he loves?
AHH! I am so ecstatic for this!! I worked so hard on this, and I am very very proud of this work and I hope that elevators_not_worthy enjoys this work! I chose her, Author’s Choice prompt and came up with this guy! It was a labor of love and I cannot thank @justme–Emily & @seek-rest enough for taking the time to Beta read this work and help me round it out!
Warnings: This is a very sad fic, but no MCD! It is disorienting and could be upsetting to people. No major panic attacks or anything of the sort, just know that it is a bit intense!
Also, shoutout to @irondad-fic-exchange for helping this writer with the computer parts of posting this (I may be a millennial and I may be on my computer all the time but Im so bad with them)
**Tags: ** @irondad-fic-exchange @unfathomable-universe
Peter smiled at MJ across the lunch table, tossing a potato chip at her. Her hair was loose around her face today, and he thought it made her look exceptional.
“Eat your lunch, loser. We only have five minutes before class.” She said, looking back down at her book.
He glanced down at his plate, frowning at the half-eaten sandwich. He hadn’t been hungry for several days, he’d still been forcing himself to eat, but it hadn’t been much. He had hypothesized that his body was finally watering down the spider bite’s crazy side-affect that had him eating like an elephant every day.
The bell rang and the Ned, Betty, and MJ all headed in different directions. Peter waved them all off and stood up himself. His feet led him down the tiled floors of the cafeteria. He stepped into the hallway, about to head to his class. It was time for… Peter stopped, staring at the floor. What class was he going to? He racked his brain, thinking as hard as he could to no avail. He shook his head, remembering that he had read that doorways cause you to lose your train of thought. But it was March of his senior year of high school, he should remember what class came after his lunch period.
A laugh shook him from his stupor, Olivia Yung grabbed shoved his arm, a smile on her face. “Come on, Parker! We’re going to be late to Western Civ! You don’t even have your notebook, geez! You Americans! Come on, you can borrow a piece of paper and pen from me. We have a quiz on Thursday, you better start taking some good notes!” She tugged him along, and Peter shook his head. Olivia was really nice. She was a genius Foreign exchange student and had quickly joined the Decathlon. MJ and her really got along on account of Olivia was obsessed with politics and her and Michelle could talk about current events for hours.
Peter sat down in class, a bit shaken from the weird memory lapse thing, but he just pushed it away, and began to take good notes. Mr. Harrington wasn’t the best chaperon, but he was pretty good at teaching. So good that Peter struggled to keep up with the points the man was making about the reformation. Peter looked up at the projection and paused. There was a misspelled word on the board. He stopped, furrowing his brows. He looked around, why was no one else noticing this? The word wasn’t even a real one, why would Harrington put it up? Peter looked down at his paper, then looked back up. He dropped his pencil while he re-read the sentence. It said, “Martin Luther posted the 95 These on the Wittenberg church.” The word Peter hadn’t been able to place was _church. _How the hell had he been so confused about that? Peter shook his head. This was getting a bit too weird for his liking. But he figured he would talk to Mr. Stark about it that afternoon at the internship.
okay, so to anyone who cares, December is going to be a big month for my WIP’s. I have two new works coming out for the irondad fic exchange and let me tell you I haven’t been as proud of a work as I am for one of these, I’m finishing my Whumptober up today, so all of my current works (Beside my Drabble/one shots that is just updated whenever I get a new prompt) will be completed by the end of today! I am also starting to outline a completely new work, which I am hoping will be my biggest work so far, today! Stay tuned, guys!
I’m working on a piece for the irondad fic exchange that is going to be… arguably one of my favorite works ever. Put everything else on the back burner to perfect this work! I cannot wait to share it with you all!