#p:peter&tony

[qobiin]

i love you like you are mine

pairing: irondad (peter & tony)

genre: fluff | slice of life

word count: 1031

summary: Peter's warm and comfortable. That's all that really matters to him.

When the bell rings, Peter spends a total of three minutes gathering his things and saying goodbye to Ned before he rushes down the school's front steps.

He's expecting the sleek, black townhouse car Happy usually drives to pick him up on Fridays. What Peter is not expecting, however, is to find one Tony Stark standing by the car door, waving a hand as soon as he has spotted Peter.

"Petey! Let's get a move on, kiddo. Got the lab and movies waiting for us back at the tower," Tony yells out, stashing his phone in his pocket as he starts to walk forward.

There are hundreds of eyes on him now and Peter rushes down the steps, jumping right over Flash's outstretched foot so he can make it to Tony in record time. He grabs the older man by his sleeve and tries to pull him towards the car, groaning when Tony digs his feet in.

"Hey, Pete, no hug?" Tony laughs, clapping a hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter's gaze darts around them, taking stock of all the other students and parents in the drop-off area who are staring at them. He sighs and quickly darts in, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist in what he won't admit is a practiced movement. Tony immediately engulfs him in his embrace before Peter can pull back and thumps his back twice.

By the time the hug is done, Peter is flushing all the way down to his neck and his voice is shaking. Tony must have had his fill of torturing Peter today because he takes mercy on him by opening the car door and ushering Peter inside. Peter watches him slide easily into the car after him and waits until the door has shut before he tugs his backpack off and turns to level a weak glare at his mentor.

"Hi, Happy," Peter murmurs loud enough for Happy to pick up from the driver's seat.

"Hey, kid," is all Happy says before the partition is sliding up and Peter is left with Tony smiling at him like he has never done anything in his life ever to make Peter's a living hell.

"Mr. Stark, you didn't have to come all the way out here, you know," Peter says when the silence continues.

Tony only smiles, leaning back in his seat as Happy pulls away from the curb. "Your aunt called me yesterday to say the school was threatening you with suspension for lying about having a Stark internship. So, I went and had a little chit-chat with your principle. You should be getting a public apology come lunchtime on Monday, by the way, so dress nicely."

Peter rubs a hand over his face and sighs, "Mr. Stark, you didn't have to do that either."

"'Course I did, Pete. Can't have my favorite intern being called a liar and getting kicked out of school because of me."

"I'm your only intern."

"Exactly!" Tony exclaims with a clap of his hands, grinning like Peter solved a particularly nasty math problem he himself has been mulling over for a while. "Anyway, kid, I was bound to find out on my own. Karen would have informed me of you inevitably going out as Spider-Man when you should be in school instead."

Peter shakes his head and sits back in his seat, grinning to himself as Tony begins to pet his hair. "Alright, yeah. I guess that's fair, Mr. Stark."

"Call me Tony, kid. We've been over this before," Tony says, a soft smile on his face.

"Okay," Peter replies, grinning as he turns to look out the window instead of meeting Tony's gaze. "Whatever you say, Mr. Stark."

Tony groans dramatically and falls across the seats, earning a giggle for all his trouble.

"You know, for someone who has forced me to watch this more times than I can count, I'm still baffled by the fact that you called this an 'old movie' before," Tony mutters, adjusting the blanket wrapped around their shoulders.

Peter shrugs, his face slowly flushing. "I know it's not old, but I didn't want you to think I'm a nerd either, Mr. Stark."

Tony laughs, running a hand through Peter's hair when he has calmed down. "Kid, we're way past that point. You're a mega ultra nerd, but so am I."

"Yeah, but you're a cool nerd. I'm just a spider nerd," Peter replies, tilting his head in thought as he continues to watch the movie. "Huh, maybe I should have gone with Spider-Nerd instead."

"We could still coin that, if you'd like," Tony hums, combing his fingers through Peter's curls.

The movie is practically forgotten by now, but Peter doesn't lament that fact. Tony scratches his nails lightly across Peter's scalp and chuckles when Peter turns his head then tucks in his legs until his feet are under Tony's thigh. Peter fixes their blanket so it's wrapped tight around both of them and buries his face into his mentor's shoulder.

"I like Spider-Man better, but whatever makes you happy, Dad," Peter mumbles, feeling warm and sleepy all of a sudden.

Peter can feel Tony pause as he probably gauges Peter's response to his own words. Peter has slipped up and called him Dad a total of five times now and each time, he would immediately flee and ignore Tony for a few hours until he returned with his head hung low. Tony most likely understands why Peter would feel embarrassed and a tiny bit shameful about it, considering what happened to his biological parents and then to his Uncle Ben. But Tony hasn't said anything to make him feel bad about the slip up either, so it's practically a win-win if you ask Peter.

(Just don't ask Peter because he will panic and flail about it like his life depends on it.)

Tony continues to play with his hair when he realizes that Peter's posture and body language haven't changed and holds him tighter in his embrace. Peter allows himself to fully relax and closes his eyes.

He's warm and comfortable here in the safe hold of his mentor. That's all that really matters to Peter in the long run.

a/n: prompted by @theswampratandtheriverrat

#irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #spiderman: homecoming #iron man trilogy #marvel #mcu #drabble #f:marvel #g:fluff #t:drabble #p:peter&tony #m: fic

[qobiin]

Ooooh! For the Irondad. Maybe something with "Rubbing circles on mine’s back" and sensory overload with Peter? And tony helping him?

nothing really matters to me (but you) 

pairings: irondad (peter & tony), minor peternedmj (mj x ned x peter) 

genre: fluff, some whump 

warnings: flash being a jerk, sensory overload, mild hurt/comfort 

word count: 2040 

summary: “Penis, didn’t you hear me? Where’d you get the fake MIT sweatshirt from?” Flash yells, even though he’s only a few steps behind them.

Peter looks down his front, only now noticing his outfit: black Converse, blue jeans, and Tony’s MIT jumper. Nothing outlandish or out of the ordinary if you ask him…

Wait.

Tony’s MIT jumper?

“Hey, Penis! Where’d you get the sweater? Steal it somewhere?”

Flash’s voice is loud enough to make Peter startle, only Ned’s arm around his shoulders keeping him from jumping.

In all fairness, Flash’s voice probably isn’t that loud, but Peter has a splitting headache that his overloaded senses are not helping with. Everything is dialed up to an eleven at the moment and his entire body hurts. Flash is annoying on a good day, but today isn’t shaping up to a good one and Flash is going to get on his nerves before long. Peter just knows he will.

Ned nudges him to get his attention and Peter focuses on him instead. His boyfriend’s heartbeat is strong and soothing. His scent of clean laundry, green apples, and a spice Peter can’t quite place permeates the air around them. Everything that is Ned invades his senses and grounds him. The school hallway is bustling with activity and a thousand different smells, but Peter’s able to push past that thanks to his boyfriend for one brief moment until Flash speaks up again.

“Penis, didn’t you hear me? Where’d you get the fake MIT sweatshirt from?” Flash yells, even though he’s only a few steps behind them.

Peter looks down his front, only now noticing his outfit: black Converse, blue jeans, and Tony’s MIT jumper. Nothing outlandish or out of the ordinary if you ask him…

Wait.

Tony’s MIT jumper?

When the hell did Peter put that on? Why was it even in his closet? When did it get into his closet?

God, it’s too early for this. It’s barely after second period and here Peter is in the middle of the hallway with a headache. Wearing Tony Stark’s clothes.

He panics briefly, his headache forgotten until Ned nudges him again with a concerned look on his face. Peter inhales deeply, barely sparing Flash a glance as he continues to walk to third period.

“It’s Mr. Stark’s. Guess I wasn’t paying attention when I got dressed this morning,” Peter finally replies, smiling when Ned gasps a tiny “Oh, my God” under his breath.

Flash rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Yeah, right. No one’s going to actually believe that, Penis. Why do you try so hard to lie to everyone about being an SI intern?”

Peter raises one brow, frowning as Flash shoulder checks him while he passes by. “Because it’s true?”

“Sure. I totally believe you,” Flash says over his shoulder, disappearing quickly in the crowded hallway.

“Forget him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but if he says that in front of our girlfriend later, I’m pretty sure she’ll beat the snot out of him again,” Ned assures him, pulling Peter closer into his side as he does. “Speaking of MJ, she wants to know if you’re still available for our date on Sunday. We can’t be a thruple if it’s only her and I having dates all the time, man. We gotta have some quality time as three.”

Peter nods his head and leans into Ned’s warmth. “Yeah, I’m good for Sunday. Aunt May’s gonna drive me to the movies on her way to work, so I’ll meet you guys there.”

Ned laughs and goes on tiptoe to press a kiss to the curve of Peter’s cheek, a light pink flush growing darker across his face. “Awesome, babe.”

Peter smiles and rubs a hand over his temple but does his best to ignore the pressure building up in his head.

The rest of the day finds Peter nursing a pounding headache, barely being able to concentrate in class, and ignoring Flash’s continuous jabs on his choice of clothing.

By lunch, Peter gives in and takes the jumper off. He stuffs it into his backpack and braves through the sudden chill that befalls him. MJ and Ned throw their own jackets over his head and laugh when he almost topples over in surprise, Peter’s headache dulling as he takes in their smiles. He gives them their jackets back once the lunch hour is done though and does his best to pretend like he isn’t cold.

He’s doing well until he climbs into a townhouse car after school and Happy turns in his seat to level a glare at him. Peter freezes, wondering what he did now to gain such a response. He only just got into the car after all.

“Kid, it is fifty-six degrees outside. Why don’t you have a sweater on?” Happy barks, his voice sharp and loud.

Peter barely manages to stop himself from wincing and quickly pulls Tony’s sweater out of his backpack. “I put on Mr. Stark’s sweater by mistake, so I took it off.”

Happy’s expression softens marginally, but his voice is still firm when he says, “Tony would give you his entire wardrobe so you would never feel the cold again, kid. Wearing one of his sweaters isn’t going to make him mad.”

Peter only shrugs, pulling the jumper over his head to make Happy turn and start the car. The vents blast powerful drafts of hot air and it is only then that Peter realizes how truly cold he really is. He starts to shiver, clutching his backpack to his chest as Happy drives.

The headache that’s been bothering him all day comes back with a vengeance, causing Peter to wince. Traffic and the whole state of New York apparently want to filter through his hearing and take up residence in his head. Peter opens his backpack and shoves his mask on, grateful when Karen immediately dulls his input sensors. Happy stares at him in the rearview mirror but says nothing about his peculiar get-up.

Peter leans back in his seat and finally relaxes.

Once Happy pulls up to the curb in front of Stark Tower, Peter reluctantly pulls his mask off and flinches as the world comes back at him with full force.

Peter closes his backpack and steps out of the car, stumbling on the way but managing to catch himself on the door. His face and neck flush with embarrassment knowing that Happy saw that and moves quickly to close the door dutifully behind him.

“Bye, Happy. Thank you for the ride,” Peter says as the car door shuts and Happy waves a hand at him before driving away.

Being on the street isn’t doing any favors for Peter right now so he rushes towards the grand doors leading into the tower. He waves at Myah and Arnaldo, the receptionists on duty at the moment, and heads to the elevator that will take him to Tony’s lab. Peter rubs his arms as he waits for the elevator doors to open, a small shiver rolling down his back.

The lobby is loud and smelly just like the school hallways were earlier making it hard for Peter to focus. He doesn’t have Ned or MJ to ground him now. Someone yells something to his left and he flinches, clapping his hands over his ears.

He practically falls into the elevator when the doors slide open and grabs onto one of the rails, tipping his head back until it rests on the cool metal. His knees are shaking and his heart is beating faster with each passing second. He feels like he’s out at sea, trying desperately to get back to shore as he concentrates on his breathing. Everything is much quieter in the elevator, which helps until FRIDAY speaks up and Peter jumps onto the ceiling in surprise.

“Welcome back, Peter. Boss is waiting for you in the lab.”

Peter rubs one of his hands over his eyes, the lights too close and too bright now that he’s on the ceiling. His headache is making everything hazy now and in the next moment, Peter is sprawled on the floor with a sharp pain in his arm and no idea how he got there.

FRIDAY doesn’t say anything, but Peter can feel the elevator moving at an alarming pace now.

The elevator stops soon after and the doors open with a sharp ding that makes Peter hiss in pain. He’s looking at the back of one of the couches in the main room, Tony’s lab down the hall behind it. Peter tries to get up from the floor and groans when he falls back almost instantly, not able to support his own weight suddenly.

He winces when the tapping of harsh footsteps echoes down the hallway coming from the lab and suddenly Tony is running towards him. He falls to his knees beside Peter, frantic and voice muffled as he says something to him. Peter can barely focus on his mentor’s face, feeling slightly nauseous when Tony pulls him into a sitting position.

Tony settles him down until Peter’s practically in his lap, arms over the older man’s shoulders and his face buried in Tony’s throat. Peter lets his eyelids flutter shut and inhales deeply, doing his best to focus on that alone. When that doesn’t work, he shifts until his face is squished into Tony’s chest and listens for his heartbeat, sighing once it becomes the only thing he can hear.

Now that he isn’t on the verge of passing out, Peter can feel Tony rubbing circles into his back as well. It’s comforting enough to bring everything back into a less sharp focus than before. He sighs, pulling back to grab his backpack and pull his mask back on. Karen greets him urgently, his vitals flashing bright red. He can still feel his headache but he’s listening to Tony’s heartbeat now and Karen is successfully muffling everything else.

“Kid?” Tony asks, his voice rough enough to make Peter wince.

Peter coughs, pressing a hand to his head. “Sorry, Mr. Stark. Overload. I think I have a cold now too.”

Tony pulls him into his arms again, holding him to his chest. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, Pete. How long have you been dealing with sensory overload?”

“All day, really, but MJ and Ned helped during school. Didn’t get bad until I stepped into the tower.”

“Alright, kid. FRIDAY’s saying your temperature is too low, so let’s warm you up while I work on something to help with your senses. Sound good?” Tony sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Peter’s head.

Peter nods, laughing when Tony mutters a string of curse words under his breath. His mentor pulls away from their embrace and gets onto his knees, ruffling Peter’s curls as he does. Tony stands up then helps Peter get back on his own two feet. Peter grips his backpack tightly in one hand and clings to his mentor with the other.

Slowly, they make their way out of the elevator and towards the lab. Once there, Tony pushes Peter onto the couch that only showed up after Peter’s second visit there and leaves. Peter doesn’t worry about that and lays back, settling himself onto the cushions as he awaits Tony’s return.

His mentor comes back, arms piled with blankets, and throws them on top of Peter. He can’t help the laugh that startled out of him, but Tony smiles too as he kneels to fix the blankets around him then stands up once more.

“Alright, kid. Karen is going to keep FRIDAY updated on your temperature while I work. I know you don’t need glasses, but you used to wear them before, didn’t you?” Tony asks as he rummages through a drawer.

Peter nods, smiling when Tony makes an “Aha!” noise as he pulls out a pair of black-framed glasses. “Yeah, I did. They were already getting old by the time I became Spider-Man though.”

Tony nods, pulling up specs on the glasses and readying himself to get to work. “Well, these are going to be for when your senses are too high. They’ll dull your eyesight and I’ll work on some nondescript earphones that you can wear during school without them getting confiscated. You alright with that, kid?”

“Yeah,” Peter says, feeling better by the minute. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s Tony, Petey.”

“Thanks, Tony.” Peter grins, pulling the blankets more firmly around him until he’s comfortable as he watches Tony do what he’s best at.

Taking care of Peter.

a/n: send me numbers for the platonic prompts!

#irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #peternedmj #platonic prompts #spiderman: homecoming #marvel #mcu #oneshot #f:marvel #g:angst #g:fluff #t:oneshot #p:peter&tony #p:mj/ned/peter #m: fic

[qobiin]

i looked at you and knew

pairing: irondad (peter & tony) 

genre: fluff, light angst | tony as peter's biological dad au 

warnings: past child abuse (howard’s a+ parenting), non-graphic childbirth 

word count: 4010 

summary: Tony's entire world goes sideways when he finds out he has a son on the way. 

part one of one day you'll grow up and see (i'm not the man you think i am) 

“Sir, there seems to be a disturbance at the front gate that requires your attention.”

Tony sighs, setting his tools down before he looks up to frown at the ceiling. “Jar, didn't I tell you to only interrupt me in case of emergencies.”

JARVIS does not immediately reply, but when he does, his tone has changed. “I believe this is something you do not want to dismiss, sir.”

“Fine,” Tony groans, finding a somewhat decent rag to clean his hands. “What is it?”

Again, the AI takes a moment to respond, voice low and almost muted, unsure of the response it will receive. “A woman named Mary Fitzpatrick is demanding to be let through to see you, sir. She claims to be with child. Your child, to be exact.”

Tony rolls his eyes but stands up anyway. Plenty of women have claimed to be pregnant with his kid. None of them have ever been true, of course, but he deals with them personally anyway. Just in case.

He walks up the stairs from his lab and strolls outside, shading a hand over his eyes as the hot Californian sun hits him. Thanksgiving has just recently passed and one would think that winter would be prevalent even in Malibu, but one would be ultimately wrong. California is always too hot and Tony loves it.

He probably could have just driven himself to the front gate, but his legs and back ache from all his time spent sitting in the lab, tinkering away. He needs the exercise, no matter how little it is.

Up ahead at the front gate, a woman is standing with her arms crossed. A car is beside her, probably her own, and Happy stands in front, blocking her entrance. Tony rolls his eyes at them both but makes sure his expression is neutral once he is close enough to be heard without shouting.

The woman is pretty with long, brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her build is slight and she is plenty attractive, even with her glasses. Tony can definitely see how he got into bed with her, but he doesn't quite recall the experience of it. If anything, he would be hard pressed to even remember her name if he had happened to run into her someplace else.

“Mary! It's been a while. How are you?”

Mary doesn't say anything, only cocks her head to the side with an unimpressed look on her face. Tony fights back a sigh and waves a hand towards Happy.

“Let her through, Hap. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Happy grumbles, but opens the gate anyway and mutters a curse under his breath when Tony walks back towards the house while Mary climbs into her car. She beats him to the front door but waits patiently as he walks up the drive. Tony takes his time, stretching out his legs as he approaches.

“Let’s go inside, shall we?” Tony asks.

Mary doesn't reply again, but she follows dutifully after him when he steps through his front door. JARVIS does not greet him as he usually does and Tony makes a beeline for his office.

“Please, sit. I’m sure you don’t want to have this conversation sitting down,” Tony says, motioning towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Just water is fine. Thank you,” Mary responds.

Ah, I remember that voice, Tony thinks to himself. He smiles and makes a show of pouring her drink from his bar in the corner of the room. He hands her the cup and sits behind his desk with his own drink in hand.

They stare at each other for another moment until Mary clears her throat and sets her drink down on Tony’s desk. “You know why I’m here.”

She doesn't phrase it like a question, but Tony decides to treat it like one anyway.

“You’re pregnant. Congratulations!” Tony smiles, clapping his hands together once.

Mary doesn't smile back, but he's sure she's fighting not to roll her eyes at him. “I want to get the paternity test done and over with, so you’ll know it's yours.”

Tony nods, all businesslike now as he tips his head up towards the ceiling. “Just need a bit of your blood to do it. Jar, mind setting her up in the bathroom?”

“Will do, sir.”

Mary doesn't jump as the AI responds, which surprises Tony since he usually garners a lot of entertainment by introducing new people to JARVIS. He stands again and leads the way towards his closest bathroom, watching as Mary steps in and closes the door behind her.

He hears the water running after a few minutes and then the door opens and there’s Mary. She looks a little pale, so he offers her his arm and walks them carefully back to his office where she can sit down again. As soon as she has settled, he pushes her cup from earlier back into her hand and sits in the other chair beside her.

He knows next to nothing about pregnancy or pregnant women, but Tony isn't heartless either. No matter what the media may like to paint him as.

Mary is quiet as they wait for the results. Tony added DNA tests to JARVIS’ database after the third woman who claimed he impregnated her came knocking on his door. Since then, he’s improved the software remarkably and shortened the waiting time. He has been thinking about sharing it with hospitals, but what kind of questions would that earn?

Ones he doesn't want to answer, that's for sure.

By the time JARVIS is announcing that he has the results, Mary is looking a lot better. Her water is mostly gone too because when Tony offered to get her more, she politely declined.

And isn't that a game changer? Most of the women he has dealt with before for this kind of business have been angry, nervous, scared or a mix of all three. Mary, on the other hand, is polite and direct. A welcoming change.

“Lay it on us, Jar,” Tony says, eyes on the ceiling instead of the woman next to him.

“It is a match, sir. Miss Fitzpatrick is carrying your child,” JARVIS announces, his tone almost proud.

Tony’s entire world goes sideways.

He blinks up at the ceiling for an indefinite amount of time until he remembers that Mary is beside him. She looks calm, assured too, but Tony has a war waging on inside him.

“I want you to keep the baby,” Mary says, blunt and to the point. “My fiancé and I can’t afford to keep it and he doesn't want to raise a child when it's not his. I don’t want to put the baby in foster care after it's born either. Our child would never live a happy life there.”

Our child. Oh, God. You’ve screwed up big time now, Tony.

“You don't have to decide right now. In fact, I want you to take some time to think about this, but I want you to keep our baby,” Mary murmurs.

“Why?” is all Tony is able to gasp out.

Mary smiles, reaching out to push his hair away from his face. “You might think the opposite, but I know our child would have the best life with you. So just think on it. I left my number with your security guard out front. When you’ve made a decision, call me.”

Tony nods because he doesn't know what else to do and watches Mary rise. He stumbles out of his chair, grabbing a sticky note and pen to write on. He scribbles Pepper’s number and email across the tiny page then scratches those out and writes his own instead. He then tears the sticky note off and pushes it into Mary’s hands, feeling faint.

“I’ll cover the bills, just send them here. Anything else you need, send it here too and it’ll be taken care of. Don’t worry about the cost,” Tony stumbles over his words, half-crazed as Mary accepts his offer.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” she says, folding the sticky note and pushing it into the front pocket of her shorts. “Remember to call me.”

Tony nods again, this time a little less out of speechlessness and more out of agreement. Mary smiles once more, the sight beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. She presses her palm to his cheek and then turns and walks out towards her car, driving away from him with his child.

His child.

Pepper’s going to kill him.

For three weeks, Tony tinkers away in his lab. He refuses to see anybody that isn't Pepper, Happy or Rhodey and works the better part of his days and nights away.

He’s rarely in the office, only allowing Pepper to drag him in when there is an important board meeting he absolutely cannot miss again. Obadiah breathes down his neck for the new plans on the weapon they mean to release soon, but Tony ignores him. Only Pepper and Happy know of his predicament and neither one of them are inclined to give him helpful advice, but Tony can't blame them.

He pays to keep them around. Of course, they aren't going to help him with decisions like this. Decisions that will change the course of his entire life and likely that of his company.

But he isn't giving them much credit either, is he? He knows that either of the two would be willing to listen and put their two cents in about what he should do, but he doesn't want them to.

The fact of the matter is that Tony wants to keep his child more than anything in this world. He wants it more than he has ever wanted anything, but he knows he would only screw it up. His own relationship with his father was vying for his praise and then resorting to acting out instead to just get his attention. His mother was kind and she never allowed Howard to lay a hand on him while she was present, but she never knew about all the other instances either. Jarvis, their butler and Tony’s pseudo-father did, but if Maria did not take heed of the hints Jarvis dropped every now and then, what were any of them to do really?

Tony’s life now is a mess. He jumps into bed with anyone attractive and willing enough, drinks like it’s his last night on this pathetic Earth, and buries himself in his work whenever it interests him enough. Pepper is the one who sets him straight half the time. And still, Tony is a mess.

He has had more than a dozen women claim he knocked them up and only one has ever been true. Only one out of hundreds of one night stands. Tony has always been careful to wrap up, but even then he still ends up with this large amount of woman vying for him to take care of a baby that isn’t his. Of course, he gives them some money anyway because he has enough to spare and he isn’t a heartless bastard. And yet Mary has been the only pregnant woman who ever approached him with a clear head, a determined attitude and a kind word for him about this. He could almost imagine how well mannered their kid would be until he ruined it.

And what about the press? He was shoved into the limelight as soon as he was born. His childhood was nowhere near as normal as Rhodey's had been. It's what made him into the man he is now, a drunk and a workaholic who can't seem to stay out of the way of cameras and flashing lights no matter how hard he tries. Of course, his own father didn't help matters but he can't take all the blame either.

Tony wants to keep his child, wants to watch them grow up and teach them how to ride a bike and tie their own shoes the same way Jarvis did for him. The same way his father did not.

Is it worth it though to subject that innocent baby to all his fuckups and inconsistent behavior just so that he could have even a slight chance of proving he is nothing like his father?

Before Tony can think on it any longer, his phone rings. He stares at it for a moment, wondering who it could be and trying to figure out if it would be worth it to get up from his lab table and walk all the way towards his desk. He almost startles when JARVIS speaks up and glares up at the ceiling.

"Sir, Miss Fitzpatrick has sent you the bill for her first prenatal check-up."

Tony releases a breath he had not known he was holding, rushing towards his phone with a sudden sense of urgency he didn't have before. Mary's email is short and to the point with two attachments of the bill and an ultrasound photo. He can barely breathe as he loads the photo to his servers and blows it up in front of him, hand raised as if afraid to touch the projection. JARVIS has already allotted the appropriate funds into Mary's bank account to cover her bill, but Tony is too absorbed in looking at the photo to do much else.

He doesn't know how long he stands there, simply taking in the sight of the tiny little speck that is his child. JARVIS is quiet as he looks on, not offering something for Tony to latch to.

But it probably isn't necessary anyway.

"Jar, reply to Mary's email and ask if everything is well with the baby and the location and date of her next appointment," Tony announces, not taking his eyes off the ultrasound photo.

"Done. Will you need anything else, sir?" JARVIS asks, tone polite but knowing.

Tony nods his head, wiping what feels suspiciously like a tear from his face. "Once you have the necessary information, please schedule my jet a flight plan for the day before spanning to the day after Mary's next check-up. Look at the available property nearby as well and pick one for me to stay in for an indefinite amount of time."

"Very well, sir."

"Oh, and buy the hospital or doctor's office she visits too. Arrange for all future visits and medicines, whether prenatal or not, to be paid by me."

"Very well, sir," JARVIS repeats, amused.

Tony ignores that, saving the photo in a new folder he promptly renames as "Bambino" while his phone rings again.

Mary is more than surprised to see him at the next check-up.

She's alone, and showing just a little, but she looks well. Tony smiles at her as she stands up to greet him, pressing a kiss to both her cheeks before he settles down beside her in the stiff waiting room chairs. Tony had made sure that no one else would have an appointment at the same time as them, giving them a three-hour window of solitude. He paid off the doctors and nurses to achieve it then also made sure that everybody who had to reschedule their appointments because of them would still be tended to just the same.

So Mary shouldn't actually be waiting to be seen at all, but Tony asked the front nurses to not call her in until he had arrived.

"How's everything?" Tony asks, fixing the ends of his jacket as he avoids making eye contact with her.

Mary takes hold of his arm. "I'm fine, just a little morning sickness, but we're okay."

Tony nods, biting his lip until he decides to take the plunge. "I want to keep the baby."

"I knew you would," Mary says, smiling at him. "He'd have such a good life with you, Mr. Stark."

"Just call me, Tony. You are carrying our child, after all."

Mary nods, still smiling. "Tony."

Tony attends all of Mary's check-ups. No matter how inconvenient it may be or if he has to skip out on a meeting that will determine the wellbeing of his company, he shows up for each and every one of the appointments.

At the fifth one, they find out they're having a boy and Tony throws himself into a panic again.

Is he going to be like his father with his son? Would this be easier if he were having a daughter instead?

The only one who is able to get him out of his head is Rhodey and that's mostly due to a tin of cookies and an indiscreet threat to fly his mother up to knock some sense into Tony herself. Tony loves old Roberta, but he would rather she did not try and give him parenting advice just yet. Maybe after the baby's born. Maybe.

By the seventh check-up, Tony has a room ready and set-up for Peter in both his home in Malibu and the penthouse suite JARVIS found for him in New York. He's read the best parenting books JARVIS had been able to find and started drafting a hundred new codes to add to JARVIS' database once his son is born. He still needs to figure out what clothes to get and decides to wait until he can drag Pepper off with him. The nursery in both houses is painted a light purple with constellations painted on the ceiling. Tony has Peter's crib set up in his room and a traveling pen ready in New York where he will stay for one week after the birth before bringing Peter back to Malibu.

Mary is now swollen with child and tires easily. Tony still has not met her fiancé, Richard, but from what he's gleaned, he hopes he won't have to meet him ever. Richard cares nothing for Peter and wants this whole thing to be over with so he and Mary can have their wedding and continue with their careers. Mary keeps telling Tony she's lucky that Richard forgave her for cheating on him and Tony supposes that he could force himself to understand her fiancé's point of view. He wouldn't want to raise a child that wasn't his either, but Peter is his.

Peter is his son and Tony doesn't like the way Richard treats him. He wonders what would happen if Mary were to change her mind and keep Peter instead. Not that she seems to have second thoughts about this, but Tony likes to be prepared. Just in case.

Of course, Richard does take care of Mary and is there for her when Tony is in Malibu, but as they reach the eighth month of Mary's pregnancy, Tony makes a point of being present often. She has check-ups weekly now, to make sure everything is going smoothly until the birth and Tony attends to some business in New York for the meantime. He frequently invites Mary back to his penthouse and they look over the nursery together, choosing some clothes that they think Peter might like.

Pepper gives him an earful about being away from the main branch for so long, but Tony ignores it. At least until he calls her in a panic when Mary goes into labor two weeks early. She promises to be there as soon as Mary is done giving birth and the thought of having Pepper to lean on calms him considerably. She's always been the one to reign him in when his ego or imagination gets the better of him. Pepper's his backbone and his self-control all rolled into one.

He hasn't the faintest idea what he would do without that woman in his life.

Tony rushes Mary to the hospital and lets her hold his hand with more strength than he thought possible from her as the doctor and nurses rush around them. Her contractions have been getting shorter and shorter as the staff hurries to get everything ready in the delivery room. Tony is forced into scrubs that do nothing for his figure, but then Mary starts to cry. Her screams follow soon after, each tear and shout hurting Tony more than she could ever probably guess. Richard isn't here, but Tony didn't really expect him to be anyway.

Mary's two weeks early and while it means Tony might be able to take Peter home to Malibu sooner than expected, he has no idea what it will mean for him once he is out of the womb. He starts to panic about it, thinking that maybe Peter is just a little too early until one of the nurses looks at him funny and mentions how the baby is a week too late to be considered a preemie and should be fine once out.

Tony calms down after that but winces in tune with Mary's sobs.

It's not until hours later on August 10th, 2001, that Peter Stark takes his first breath and wails loudly as he is received into the world.

He's bloody and so tiny that for a second, Tony is worried the nurse had it all wrong, but then Peter's handed off to him as they work on Mary and he's too focused on looking down at his son to notice much else. Peter quiets as soon as Tony starts to gently rock him, making sure that his head is supported and he is tucked in close to Tony's chest so he feels safe.

Tony thought he wouldn't be one of those parents that claim their kid is the most beautiful thing on this planet straight out of the womb, except he really should have known better than to think that. One look at his son was all it took for Tony to fall in love with him.

Mary is breathing easier beside him, covered in sweat and her hair in complete disarray but she doesn't ask to hold Peter and Tony doesn't offer. She told him before that it would be easier if she never got the chance to hold him in her arms before Tony took him.

A nurse takes Peter back and cleans him up, swaddling him in a diaper that looks huge on him before setting him down in a carrier that Tony can push into the hallway. He steps out while Mary is cleaned up and then transferred to the room Tony set up for her. Tony is so engrossed in drinking in the image of his tiny, newborn son sleeping that he doesn't notice Pepper or Rhodey waiting in the hallway. They rise from the stiff hospital chairs they have spent hours sitting in and approach him.

Pepper touches his shoulder while Rhodey crouches down to look into the carrier and stare at Peter. Tony turns to face his assistant, offering her a smile he is certain has never graced his face before.

"Everything okay?" Pepper asks, eyes flickering from Tony to Peter and back. "Happy wanted to come up, but he said hospitals creep him out."

Tony nods, laughing at Happy's excuse as he turns to stare at his son once again, feeling something warm like sunlight slide over his chest and surround his heart. "Everything's fine."

Peter snuffles in his sleep, squirming before he settles again when Tony leans down, instinctively pressing his palm down on his son's stomach. Rhodey grins at him, patting Tony on the back as he stands.

"Look at that, he already knows who his daddy is," Rhodey teases.

But the jab doesn't do anything to ruin Tony's mood. Instead, he laughs to himself under his breath and rubs Peter's stomach rhythmically.

"It's alright, Petey. You can sleep for as long as you want. Daddy will watch over you and make sure you're safe," Tony croons to his son, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Peter's forehead.

Peter doesn't grace that with a response, not like he could considering the fact that he can't speak, but the snorts of laughter behind Tony are all he needs at this moment anyway. Two of his closest friends and his son.

Nothing else.

a/n: i'm not sure when a part 2 will be up, but go ahead and send me what you'd like to see as part of peter's firsts (:

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