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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 1 year

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Once upon a Tower hangout...

Happy: You were afraid before. That's why you were reckless. Always making suits and going on life threatening missions. But life's different now, huh? I gotta say. Being a stay at home dad suits you, boss.

Tony: (glares at the teasing)

Rhodey (chuckles and clicks his beer cup with his friend's mug): Just admit it, Tones. The kid made you soft.

Tony (scoffs and takes a sip of his tea. Yup, he drinks tea now, courtesy of Peter's starter pack for taking care of overworked genius mentors): Still not a dad.

Rhodey (laughs louder): Don't kid yourself. Pepper called me last Wednesday to stress when you skipped an SI meeting because you had that thing with the Dadvengers Club. What did you guys even do? I thought Clint was grounded by Laura?

Tony: Ugh, don't remind me. Now, I couldn't even kill an ant. Scott is to blame. And apparently, Clint cleaned up their whole yard with no help from the kids so Laura let him off.

Happy (draws an amused smirk): Is that what fatherhood does? Just eating healthy and attending PTAs?

Friday: Boss, sorry to interrupt. But Karen activated Spider-No-Swiping Protocol.

Tony (groans): Pete tried to override my protocols again? What's the excuse this time?

Friday: Karen reports that Spider-Man is currently hanging on a web attached to a wizard's cape. His locations show the North Pole and Karen expresses concern on his lowering temperature.

Tony (exchanges a look with his friends): Of course he is. Well, at least kid kept his promise. It's on Earth.

Happy (shakes his head, amused as he stands to dust his hands): I'll get the jet ready.

Rhodey (stands too): I'll order takeout to bring. Kid likes triple chocolate lava drink with Stik-O, right?

Tony (nods gratefully): Friday, ring Strange. Tell him spiders don't thermogulate so if he's going to babysit, he better keep my kid warm or else. And call my kid. He better answer at first ring or Spider-Man's grounded for a month.

#avengers #irondad #irondad and spider son #tony stark #james rhodes #happy hogan #irondad fanfiction #spider-man #tom holland #spiderson #incorrect marvel #marvel #peter parker #mcu

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moritashie · 1 year

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Here are a few WIP's I started, because why not post the artworks when they are not even halfway finished am i right?

#iron dad #peter parker #marvel #spiderman #spider man #marvel fanart #marvel art #spider son #irondad and spiderson #am i gonna finnish this #probably not #tony stark #tony stark fanart #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark art #iron man #starker dni

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ungrateful-sneeze · 7 months

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Peter 100% has a collection of souvenirs from his time as Spider-Man.

Various knives he’s been stabbed with, bullets that have been in him, poles that have impaled him.

Tony thinks it’s creepy and weird.

Peter thinks it’s funny.

#spiderman #peter parker #iron man #tony stark #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #irondad fanfiction #irondad and spiderson

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irondad-and-spiderson · 2 months

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Hi! Sorry to bother, idk if you take asks like this (if you don't feel free to ignore!) but do you know any good fics where SI employees bully/threaten/mistreat Peter and Tony comes to the rescue? Thank you so much for your time 💙💙

Hi! I absolutely do! I might just take forever to respond and take your prompt a little loosely 😃 The three under the cut are employees with (valid) security concerns. I know there are more that I can’t find, so anyone feel free to add some 😉

A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit

When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.

The Cusp of a Breath by SpaceCowboysFromMars

“That was the most stressful thing I’ve ever experienced.” Peter says as he and Tony make their way into the crowd. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs, cringing when he remembers how much the suit costs.

“You got shot on patrol last month.”

“This was worse.”

Or; Peter is introduced as the official heir of Stark Industries, but not everyone is completely welcoming of his presence. Luckily, he has a pretty awesome mentor to keep him on track.

the love (and other things) you inherit by ironfidus

“Which is why,” Catherine says, unblinking, as delicately as she can, “the board requires that you name a successor in the event of your untimely demise. The risk has simply become too great for us to ignore.”

Tony Stark’s spent a large portion of his life thinking about legacy: his legacy, his company’s, Iron Man’s. He’s spent a lot of time fighting to protect his legacy, too. But today, with a lawyer as his witness and FRIDAY as his one-AI cheerleading squad, he stops, takes a step back, and lets go instead—because for the first time, his legacy isn’t about him, not really.

And as FRIDAY would say: it’s about damn time.

Alternatively: Tony updates his will and gets himself an heir, Peter gets a promotion (for lack of a better word), and the rest of the world gets a wake-up call—in that order. Ft. an impatient board of directors, a Stark Industries charity gala, and a universe in which Tony Stark gets to be happy.

Security Bias by Sara (ctrsara)

Happy Hogan asks Daren Anderson to help him out with a little project.

My take on idk-bruh-20's irondad fic ideas #128: Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.

The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker.

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway

While Leroy didn’t like gossip, he wasn’t immune to it and he’d heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Stark’s intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will.

Never did he think he’d have a sighting.

“Are you Peter Parker?” Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit.

“Oh yeah, that’s me, hi!” Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. “Mr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.”

Chapter 1 of 200 Park Avenue (5+1) by Sara (ctrsara)

Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spider-man since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes.

The first chapter is a short I did for Comfortember 2022 that I've just kept thinking about. I'm building on that story and creating a 5+1 to explore the new dynamic (post-Homecoming) in another way.

5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed

Home by patrochilles_trash ((it’s less angsty than it sounds))

Tony had been out of the country for weeks on SI business, and Peter was having a hard time. He missed him, plain and simple.

Okay. Maybe not so plain and simple.

Peter had a rough time in the weeks and months that followed the final defeat of Thanos in the ruins of the Compound. Thrust back into life, only to be forced to fight for the lives of the entire universe for the second time at only sixteen-years-old, and then to be told that his last living relative died in a crash during his five year absence did wonders for his psyche.

He developed a nasty form of separation anxiety toward his mentor-turned-adoptive-father -- not that Tony fared much better himself -- and his therapist had said it was a side effect of PTSD and that it would get better over time.

A small field trip fic to SI where Tony has been out of the country for a few weeks, and Peter isn't handling it well.

Don't be fooled. This garbage fluff to avoid my other fics that I'm writing

#ask #fanfiction #iron dad #tony stark #spider son #peter parker #fic rec #answered

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bleedingichorhearts · 1 month

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𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 III

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: It’s cute just to hear the taps of the lil’ budgies/parakeet’s when they run. Reminds me of the mini marines.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

Throwing my keys on the end table in the hallway. Squeaks immediately resonated from the wooden floor. Their quick, little pitter patter never failing of having a cute factor to the little warriors of the floor.

“You’re back, already?!” Sharon shouted through the apartment, deafening my ears and worsening my headache from work.

“Uh, yeah?” I mumbled, not wanting to yell across the apartment from one another. Rubbing my forehead in effort to soothe the headache as two, tiny pairs of red visors popped around the right bottom corner of the archway.

A squeak had me looking down at the adorable Atheloca making his way to me with his arms up in the air with Scarab just following behind. My eyes scanning for any unknown injuries that I may not know about while I was gone.

It was rare for me to leave them unattended. Especially with Sharons bad habit with bringing one night stand right after another, but I managed to convince her to not have anyone around the house while I was gone. When I am here? She can have those homeless looking men in her bed for her pleasure... or whatever she's using them for.

Regardless, I couldn't exactly bring them out into the public eye for a day. That one night of Sharon's might have started some gossip about them by now. People would probably put me on their hit list so they can pull some battle arena stuff with the little guys and I'm not looking forward to seeing them battle without will.

Or maybe I was just overthinking things?

Cautiously swiping up the tiny Astarte’s from the ground and into my hands. Their small appearance improved my mood along with their small purrs of greeting. It was nice to have someone to happily great you from work.

“Why so cute?” I cooed at them quietly while I made my way down the hallway and into the living room, carefully patting the little Astartes is my hands as they preened at the attention.

Slowly kneeling down do the hardwood floor. I wondered where the other two were, since those two were the misfits of the warband. Not really so much with Sarvak, but Saveth? Loved to piss off the World Eater.

“Bad day huh?” Sharon asked, watching as I laid myself down onto the cold flooring, Atheloca and Scarab climbing up my arm to snuggle up around my collarbone. Little guys missed me, huh?

"Tiring." I responded, laying my forehead down onto the ground, liking the coldness of it. It was way better than facing the heat of rude customers.

“Well, since you’re back I’ll get going then.” Sharon stated, lifting herself off the couch, bringing her black purse with her.

“Where you going?” I asked, moving my head up to look at her and her skimpy outfit then sighed. Another one?

“Where do you think?” She snapped and I rose my eyebrows at her sudden change of attitude, but didn’t question it.

“Just know, I plan on moving out soon.” I hummed, laying my head back down on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow.” She rushed and slammed the door behind her. It made me worry if she really agreed to our deal for the little Marines.

A tiny call came from my collarbone when another sounded of throughout the apartment. Repeating again and again until a little Night Lord popped out from the door way, dragging something behind him.

“What do you got there, Saveth?” I asked the Night Lord, rising my head up again. Unsettled on how much bigger the carcass was and how many legs it had.

Saveth chirped, and presented his abomination of a kill. Lifting the brown body above him with ease. Fresh blue blood still bleeding from the thing.

“Where do you find this monster from?” I questioned the Night Lord who dropped the body of a spider bigger than him on the floor.

The Night Lord chirps again before pointing to one of the many dark corners of the house, then pointed to me and I internally shivered. That thing was in my room?! No wonder I couldn’t sleep well!

“Thank you from saving me, Saveth.” I praised the little Night Lord. His little chest puffing out in pride, emitting cute little purrs. “That thing was a monster.”

A high-pitched roar interrupted the prideful moment. Quick little taps running across the floorboards as a furious, red Sarvak rounded the corner of the doorway, charging for the Night Lord with unbridled fury to shred him apart.

“Woah there furious warrior.” I said, swiping at the enraged filled Sarvak, carefully pinning his body down on the floor like you would with a kitten. His little armored feet and claws scratching up at me, little growls and hisses being thrown at my offending hand.

I had figured out one day this little World Eater lost his rage faster when he had something or someone to stand against. That he had something to hit all his anger into and exhaust himself. Which was usually just Saveth teasing the hell out of him to exhaustion or Atheloca would stand up against him as a volunteer. Both taking each other’s hits like champs.

Shaking the little Sarvak, I let go of him to let him regain his footing before pinning him back to the ground again. His clawed gauntlets and armored feet desperately trying to dislodge my hold on him as he hissed.

It was like playing with a very volatile cat. He doesn’t like when I manage to scritch him on his chestplate and roars out in rage every time I manage to pin him down and scritch at him. It should be scary, but it was utterly adorable.

Snatching the tiny Sarvak from right underneath his feet. I made sure to carefully nuzzle the back of the World eater, gaining an “anguished” cry as he squirms in my hold.

He growls and snarls at every attempt to escape the hold, but he quite likes this… unrequited attention he suddenly has. It soothes his pain. Was their human a sort of Psyker?

Saveth chitters for some attention too, but Sarvak quickly turns and hisses angrily at the Night Lord. Their human laughing at the display. He is not sharing his capture!

Ignorant Night Lord!

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 IV

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II

#oneshot #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #mini marines 40k #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #oc: atheloca #death guard #oc: sarvak #world eater #oc: scarab #thousand son #oc: saveth #night lord #I think they are having a war with the spiders

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thisisfanon · 7 months

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Irondad&Spiderson and Stucky fanfic, told from 3 PoVs : Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker.

Check out @spagbol99's incredible Missing Links

Read the full fancomic here :

#comics #fanfic #marvel #mcu #spiderman #avengers #winter soldier #fan fiction #fan art #iron dad #peter parker #marvel fanart #marvel art #spider son #irondad and spiderson #tony stark #tony stark fanart #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark art

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wh0rezs · 11 months

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LE'ATWU

Le'atwu

[le'?aw.tu] adjective

alone, on one’s own, by one self;lonely

Tsu'tey is alone after the battle with the sky people. His beloved had died many yeasts ago, his ‘sorta’ sister is expecting children and his little baby brother is mad at him.

His wounds have also left him weak—unable to help his People under Mo'at’s orders—so Jake tasks him with helping the vrrtep settle into their new home. That’s were he meets Miles Socorro.

Miles Socorro is also alone. His father was the vrrtep who had destroyed the Hometree and had been defeated during the battle. He had abandoned on Pandora due to being too young to go the ship back to Earth. The scientists don’t want the child either.

Tsu'tey finds himself often taking care of the baby whether it’s making sure he is fed,rested properly or even taking him outside with a tiny mask. No one could expect someone who hated human as just as Tsu'tey does taking care of the offspring who killed many of his people.

But can the wounded warrior become a father to the hated boy?

Prologue - “Eywa has abandoned me”

Chapter I - coming soon

Chapter II - coming soon

Chapter III - coming soon

more chapters coming soon

a/n: this is probably going to take along

#dad tsu'tey #tsu'tey #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #spider socorro #dad!tsu'tey x son!spider #miles spider socorro #atwow fluff #avatar angst

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brianwashere · 1 year

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saw requests were open so might as well request :p ; imagine being peter parker’s younger brother that also has spider powers and during the snap peter turn dust so most likely aunt may did as well. So reader was most likely homeless for a while until matt murdock comes in as daredevil and becomes a father figure for the reader :)

Kicking my feet and giggling. I haven’t got a req in so long and I love getting them so this made me very happy. So sorry the ending is abrupt I really wanted to get this posted!

If anyone wants another part to this I will write more!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Paining: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Male!Teen!Spider!Reader

Genre: family stuff(?) it’s all light hearted

Summary: look at req

Tw: a bit of language, probably; Matt punches reader on accident lmao

Fear’s corner

You seemed to only be scared these past few months. You were scared when you watched your brother climb aboard that flying alien donut. You were scared when you lost connection to his com and phone.

You were scared when you held your Aunt May and watched her turn to dust.

You were scared when the landlord kicked you out and called CPS after she realized you couldn’t pay rent.

It had been two months living on the streets. Two months starving; two months waiting for Peter to come home. Deep down you knew he’d suffered the same fate as Aunt May.

The cold winter winds rattled your bones and caused you to pull the threadbare ski jacket closer to your body. You shivered and kept moving down the street.

Tonight was a shitty night. You never stopped your spidey-work because you knew if Peter was here he’d want you to continue. Tonight was too cold for it, the suit doesn’t exactly provide thermal insulation, and the suit that was a gift from Mr. Stark was only for emergencies.

As you wandered through Hell’s Kitchen you searched for any grocery stores or restaurants with accessible dumpsters so that you could dig through and find food. You squinted at the sign of a large glass door entrance and saw it was a grocery store.

Jackpot.

Walking around to the dumpster, you took a running start and scaled the wall, not so gracefully landing on top of the dumpster.

You grabbed one of the two lids and threw it over. The heavy black plastic banged against the green rusted metal and you cringed.

The black bags seemed to taunt you, reminding you of how low you’ve sunk in only two months. You shook your head and jumped down, beginning to tear through garbage bags upon garbage bags.

You found an unopened granola bar and ripped the packing open, gobbling it down without another thought. You gulped heavily, pushing the last of the granola down and taking a large gasp of air. You got back to searching for more food.

That’s when you got the feeling. Your spidey-senses were tingling. You grabbed ledge of the dumpster and threw yourself over. A man in a red suit with devil horns landed in front of you. Stumbling back, your back hit the brick wall of the dumpster.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said collectedly.

You gulped and easily jumped over the brick wall, taking off in a sprint.

“Hey, wait! Hold on!” The man called.

You sprinted even faster, any stranger chasing you and telling you to ‘hold on’ was an automatic threat.

You could hear footsteps following you.

‘Holy shit. This guy’s fast.’

You ran down the dark streets, trying to find somewhere to get up higher. You turned down a pitch black alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, scaling it as fast as you could. You grabbed the ledge of the building and dragged yourself over it, gasping for breath.

Two red boots blocked your vision and you shot up. The man punched you right in the eye before gasping suddenly and gripping your hoodie.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” The question was more rhetorical but you shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

He didn’t need to know your age or that you were on your own. You began to flail to get away but air wasn’t reaching your lungs. The man let you go and you broke into a coughing fit. Collapsing to the ground, you wheezed for breath, desperate for air.

“Hey, hey kid, breathe. Breathe. In and out.” He spoke softly to you.

You followed his instructions and realized there was a weight on your back. This stranger was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“There you go, just calm down, Kid.” He comforted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the first positive touch you’d had in a while.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” The vigilante asked.

You shook your head, seeming to forget that you shouldn’t be telling him this. He sucked in a breath.

“I know someone I can take you to, ok?” The devil said quietly; silently asking if you would go.

You just nodded pathetically. Trying to get up was very wobbly for you. The man helped steady you though.

“You’re in no condition to jump rooftop to rooftop,” He said, seemingly to himself. “We’ll walk instead.”

You just shrugged half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very tired. You met his mask and he gestured near the ladder expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him but began your descent down the fire escape.

You finally reached the point where you could jump off. You landed on your feet, but your knees buckled and you fell back. The man was standing over you in a second. He reminded you of Peter some.

Peter would always be the first one by your side if he thought you were hurt.

You stood up slowly and dusted yourself off.

“Follow me.” The red man instructed.

You caught up to walking beside him. You glanced around the buildings and cleared your throat.

“So uh…what’s your deal, huh? You just go around finding homeless kids to shove into randos’ homes?” You asked, trying to fill the void noise.

He seemed surprised you could talk and fumbled over his words.

“I am Daredevil, protector of Hell’s Kitchen.” He stated.

“Wow.” You said, unimpressed. “So is that like—the full name or is it just Daredevil?” You teased.

He huffed out a laugh, seeming to realize the ridiculousness of his introduction.

“Just Daredevil.” He smiled.

You nodded some.

“So this ‘guy’ you know…is he like..some foster care guy…?” You really didn’t wanna go into the system; you’d met other homeless kids who had ran away from their foster families because of how awful it was.

“…no. Would you rather he be?” Daredevil responded.

“Hell no. I think I’d rather die.” You laughed some.

The silence was more than slightly awkward. You cleared your throat. Your eye throbbed.

“Soooo…why’d you punch me?” You swung your arms back and forth.

He choked at that.

“Thought you were a criminal. And an adult. Most people don’t run unless they’re guilty.” Daredevil explained.

You hummed in acknowledgement. It was his turn to ask questions now.

“So how’d you just…jump that wall like that?” He asked.

“Oh uhhhh. Parkour…?” You tried.

The red man nodded some, though he didn’t look at all convinced.

The rest of the walk went well. He stopped at an apartment complex and buzzed in.

“Fourth floor. Room 14.” He stated before running off.

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him scurry off.

‘What a weird guy.’

You just shook your head and began your ascent to the fourth floor.

When you got to the fourth floor and room 14 you paused, hearing various crashes and curses. A few seconds later the door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. He was dressed in a wrinkly t-shirt and pair of sweatpants; he was staring right over you.

You started to regret coming into the apartment complex.

“Uh…the devil guy told me to come here.” You stated.

He blinked and his face morphed into one of what you supposed to be surprise. It more just looked like over exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah come in,” the brown haired man opened the door wider for you to pass through. “I’m Matt. Matt Murdock.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah…so you’re uh…some kinda—“ You made a vague, random gesture with your hands.

Matt just blinked and waited for the end of your sentence. It was then you noticed his eyes didn’t actually track and movement or shifts of light.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you blind?” You attempted to ask politely.

At that he cracked another smile and laughed some.

“Indeed I am. I hope that won’t be much on a problem.” Matt grinned at you.

“No! No of course not!” You rushed to explain, at which he laughed more.

“Calm down, Kid—“ The rest of his sentence faded out as you zoned in on those three words.

The words that had been uttered to you not half an hour before. By the same voice. Matt seemed to catch on that something was wrong.

“Everything alright, Kid?” He asked concerned.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you?” You swallowed thickly.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“No? Why would you say that? Why would I even know Daredevil?“ Daredevil started.

“Your voice is the exact same as his. And you’re the only one who’s ever called me ‘Kid’ before.” You explained.

He pursed his lips, looking more disappointed in himself than anything else.

“Yeah I’m—I’m Daredevil.” He awkwardly stated.

“So…you’re not really blind?” You knit your brows together.

“No, I’m blind it’s just that I can—it’s hard to explain, let’s just get you settled in for now.” He changed the subject.

It left you more confused but you supposed you had no better option but to agree. You hadn’t slept on anything remotely related to a couch in two months and you couldn’t wait to get the best night’s sleep of your life.

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tonystarchive · 1 year

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Sleepy Peter Drabble 💤💤

"Wha—?" Peter inhaled sharply, his slightly sweaty forehead crinkling with confusion.

Tony was quick to soothe, mentally chastizing himself for disrupting the boy's slumber, "Shh. Just me, bud."

There was a time when the older man could carry the kid to bed without so much as disturbing a hair on his unruly head—but as Tony's clicking knees could attest, it had definitely been a while since.

Tony lifted the boy up off the couch in a bridal carry, bracing himself in case he fully woke up. Glancing down, Tony was relieved to find Peter's brown eyes had remained closed despite the movement.

Peter smacked his lips a few times, tucking his face into the space between the older man's shoulder and neck. Within seconds, his body relaxed in the familiar hold, breaths deepening with sleep.

A soft smile of victory crept upon Tony's lips as he made his way down the hallway, precious cargo in tow. It seemed that the man's magic touch with sleeping spider-babies hadn't completely worn off, after all...

#iron dad #irondad and spiderson #spider son #iron man #spider man #irondad fic #irondad fanfiction #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #peter parker fluff #comfort

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ineedsleepsoleavemealone · 5 months

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MY OPINION, DONT LIKE, DONT READ.

sorry to rant, but I hate when fanfictions or headcannons make the MCU's Peter Parker a baby. Like they make him super anxious or "precious". They act like he isn't sassy or snarky at all. They make him weak. There's nothing wrong with having moments of weakness, but they make his whole character a precious baby who stutters every other sentence. I often see this in Irondad and Spiderson fics. Where Peter is super nervous around Tony. But in the movies he's not.

In Civil War, when he meets Tony for the first time he's only nervous about what Tony will do if he knows he's Spider-Man. Even in the fight, hes not nervous. Yeah, he's chatty but he's not nervous. He's chatty in all his fights. In all of Peter's MCU movies he's chatty, but that doesn't make him nervous. He's sassy and sarcastic and cracks jokes all the time. He talks back to Tony and the Avengers. He's not afraid to make comments or to suggest a plan of action to the Avengers.

In the fanfictions, Peter is nervous around Happy and doesn't want to bother him. But in the movies Peter banters and jokes with Happy and isn't afraid to annoy him.

I also see a lot of fanfictions where Peter is only sassy in the spider-man mask and is nervous when he is "just Peter Parker" But that's not true, he is sassy to everyone, all the time, no matter what.

Also, when Flash bullies Peter, fanfictions take that excuse and run with it. They make Peter seem weak for having a bully, when he's not. Peter knows damn well that he could punch Flash and Flash wouldn't mess with him again, he just chooses not to. Peter's not weak for it, he's just not choosing violence.

I just think you do a huge disservice to his character if you just make Peter Parker an obnoxiously anxious teenager. Of course, I think making Peter have anxiety as a personality trait is fine, good even. But when you make it his whole personality is when I see a problem with it.

At the core of it, Peter is a strong, polite, smart, sassy, sarcastic, honest, hardworking teenager who sacrifices way more than he should for the good of others. He talks back to anyone and everyone. He's not weak or precious or a baby.

(Obviously, I know that some fics make characters ooc for the purpose of the fic, but this is a wide spread thing. I can barely find fics where Peter is sassy. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong tags)

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not-me-underc0ver · 1 year

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Salty Tony (who's identity as Iron Man was never revealed) deciding to become a "Supervillain."

And his very first attempt at being a villain is destorying an Oscorp facility. At night when the employees should be gone.

Unbeknownst to him, that facility was where Peter was being experimented on. (Aunt May and Uncle Ben are dead).

Cue Peter making his escape in the chaos and meeting Iron Man by chance.

"You!"

Tony tilted his face down and was only slightly started at the sight of a disheveled teen, standing on top of a building no trace of fear.

"You saved me!" The kid was beaming at him.

Tony's very first attempt at being evil failed miserably and now some teen has imprinted on him.

"Supervillain" Tony with his spider son who won't leave him alone (not that he wants him to).

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #iron dad #peter and tony #spider son #mcu fanfiction #fic wip #supervillain tony

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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 1 year

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One Wednesday at the Penthouse, while waiting for Tony..

Rhodey (is sipping coffee from behind the counter when he sees the kid): Hey Pete! Nice to see you. How was your day?

Peter: Oh hi Mr. Rhodes! You won't believe what happened, sir. See, Flash was there and about to trip me but for some reason, his friend stopped him. The other bullies backtracked too. I don't know why but they seem to have been trying to be better. It's really nice not to be pushed into lockers for once.

Rhodey (blinks): Huh.

Pete (walks to the fridge, back turned to the elder avenger): How was your day, sir?

Rhodey's eyes widened at the sight. His face goes through a range of emotions before it settles to amused understanding.

Rhodey: I take it Tones knows about the bullying?

Peter: Oh, er, yeah. He wanted to talk to my principal about it, but I begged him not to. I'm old enough. I can take it. Better me than others, you know? And besides, I'm Spider-Man, sir. Better they hit me who heals fast than others who aren't so lucky.

Rhodey: U-huh. If I know my best friend, he already told you that's shit and you shouldn't have to go through that, superpowers or not.

Peter: Ye-yeah.

Rhodey (sighs): And knowing your kind of genius self sacrificing dumbassery, I'm sure you didn't listen.

Peter: (smiles sheepishly)

Rhodey (nods, arms crossed): Sooo. Curious about that jacket. Tony gave it to you?

Peter (suddenly shy and embarrassed): Oh-uhm, yeah. See, we were working on Dum-E's upgrades last night, so Mr. Stark asked May if I could just stay the night. He lent me this since it was raining this morning, and I didn't have a spare. Why, Mr. Rhodes, do I look weird?

Rhodey (grins, tapping the kid's shoulder): Nope. You look cool, kid. Very Stark.

And so he leads the kid to the sofa, Friday turning the channel to the kid's favorite show without prompting. Rhodey listens to the kid talk. He didn't dare bring attention to the very noticeable Stark technology that makes the jacket one of a kind, its back shifting color from red to gold and revealing a message in bold font.

Rhodey coughs to hide a chuckle at his best friend's antics.

As if the distinct SI mark isn't enough, there's even the well-known signature of an overprotective helicopter mentor.

"If hurt, you'll answer to Iron Man.

-T.S."

#Peter Parker #irondad and spider son #Irondad #Avengers #Spider-Man #Spiderson #irondad and spiderson fanfiction #Tony Stark #james rhodes #irondad and spiderson

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