I’m so proud of my niece today, she wanted me to watch a kid’s Spider-Man show with her because she knows Spidey is my favourite and the first episode was essentially an Irondad one 😭 She’s already one of us
Peter: My stomach is like the ozone layer.
Peter: It has holes in it.
Tony: Is this your weird Gen Z way of telling me you got shot?
I may or may not be posting a fic tonight. I’m trying my best!
Despite having several, very close near-death experiences, Tony never really thought about the afterlife.
However, he most certainly didn’t expect it to look like a movie theatre. But here he is, standing in the middle of a hallway that is covered in thick carpet, several doors leading to separated rooms.
Tony is alone. Which isn’t that weird, to be honest, because he did die (he painfully remembers Rhodey’s tears, Peter begging him to stay, Pepper telling him he can rest now – finally, he can rest), but… he’s not the only one who ever died. Or is this some kind of personal hell?
Deciding that pondering about this won’t help him, Tony turns to the door to his left and enters. As soon as he realizes what he’s seen on the giant screen that takes up one wall, he starts to sob. It’s Pepper and Morgan, holding on to each other and crying as Pepper tells their daughter that Daddy isn’t coming back. Tony doesn’t know words strong enough to describe what he’s feeling right now. Having the entire, combined power of the Infinity Stones run through his body was more fun that his. Tony spends days in that theatre, watching his wife and daughter mourn him, crying and sobbing and shouting, hoping that something – anything – reaches them, comforts them.
Even though Tony could’ve spent the rest of his eternity in this room, eventually he visits others. There’s one for Rhodey and Happy each. When he finds the room for the Avengers, he kind of expected Natasha to be there – but just like all the other rooms, the little theatre is completely empty.
A part of Tony knows he’s putting this one particular room off. The room always tries to draw him in, and Tony knows what he’ll see on the screen once he enters it – but it still hurts. He mourned Peter for five years, and only after he got him back, the universe collected his debt, pulling him into the land of the dead that Tony should’ve joined years ago.
But the pull from the room becomes too strong for Tony to ignore. So, he enters it, bracing himself to see a heartbroken (and no doubt feeling guilty) Peter Parker.
This room isn’t empty.
Sitting right in the middle with one empty seat between them, are two men Tony has never met before.
And yet he immediately knows who they are.
“Richard,” he breathes, “Ben.”
Richard smiles at him. “Took you long enough to stop by.”
“Come sit,” Ben says, patting the empty seat.
Tony doesn’t think twice about it, hurrying up the stairs and taking his seat. Then, his eyes turn to the screen, showing Spider-Man swinging through Queens in his new Iron Spider suit.
“Gotta say, that suit is a bit flashy,” Ben comments, throwing some popcorn that materialized out thin air into his hands. “What about all the people who get blinded by the light that’s reflecting on it?”
“Well, if there should be an accident, Spider-Man is already in the area,” Richard says, handing Tony his own popcorn that he pulled out of the air as easily as brother.
Usually, Tony would’ve loved to join that kind of light-hearted discussion – but this isn’t usually. He’s dead. And these two are the first living (or as living as they can be) beings he’s meet since then. “So, is the entire afterlife a giant movie theatre?”
“No,” Richard shakes his head. “You can leave. Meet some friends. Try avoid running into not-friends. This is a place where you can watch over the ones that were most important to you during your life on earth.”
“But no matter what you do, they never hear you,” Ben throws in. “Which sucks.”
“I like a challenge,” Tony immediately says, because that’s his default reaction when he’s told he can never do something.
Ben smirks. “Well, let me know how that’s working out. I promised a bunch of people that my ghost will haunt them, and I can’t let them down.” Tony realizes where Peter got his sense of humor from.
Speaking of Peter – on the giant screen, Spider-Man stops on a rooftop, looking at a giant Iron Man graffiti (Tony doesn’t know how to feel about them; sure, he’s flattered, but does he really deserve them?) and before Tony can even blink, Peter is already crying.
“I hate this part,” Ben mumbles, setting his popcorn aside which immediately disappears.
“Over a decade,” Richard says, sounding just as heartbroken as his brother, “and it never gets any easier.”
Tony doesn’t need to ask what they’re talking about – he feels it, too. It feels like someone rips his heart out, stabbing it over and over, kicking and punching it before starting the entire cycle again.
“I’m so sorry,” the Peter on the screen cries. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.”
“Oh, Peter,” Tony can’t help but say, the urge to get up and hug the kid almost overwhelming. “That’s not true. You are. This wasn’t your fault.”
Tony’s words fall onto deaf ears as Peter continues to cry and apologize.
“Seriously,” Ben says, voice hard and serious. “Let me know when you figure out how to talk to them.”
Tony only manages to nod, unable to get a word out of his throat and fighting his own tears as Peter’s wails echo through the room, and suddenly, Richard briefly puts a hand on his arm, drawing his attention to him. “Thank you, Tony.”
“For looking after Peter.”
Yeah, the Infinity Stones were definitely more fun. “I failed,” Tony confesses, his voice breaking almost immediately. “I couldn’t keep him safe.”
“That’s not true.”
“He got dusted.”
“And you helped him come back,” Ben says, his voice stern in a way that reminds Tony of Pepper.
“Peter would’ve gotten dusted one way or another.” Richard pats Tony’s arm in a gesture of comfort. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t doom him when you couldn’t send him back to earth. Besides, we all know it’s impossible to get Peter to not do something when he sets his mind on doing it.”
Despite all the pain he’s feeling, Tony can’t help but snort. “Yeah, I know. There was this one time when he was hell-bent on making this one type of web fluid, even though I told him not to-”
“-and then he got stuck at the ceilings and your robots tried to get him down,” Richard finishes, his voice soft and fond.
“We saw it,” Ben says, smile on his lips.
There’s so much Tony wants to say; that it’s an honor to meet them, that he doesn’t deserve to sit next to them, watching Peter navigate his life, that he hopes he did okay looking after their boy, that he did them justice. However, none of those things leave his lips.
Tony has the rest of eternity to tell them these things.
Right now – just like Peter on the screen – he picks himself up, wiping away his tears with the back of the hand, and leans back as he watches together with Richard and Ben how Peter throws himself off a building in a way that gives Tony gray hairs even in the afterlife.
Previous prompt and chapter: His Daughter
Hi all. This fills whumptober prompt 24: You’re not making any sense and a bit of sensory deprivation thrown in there. This is second chapter of the His Daughter story. Enjoy!
Chapter Two: There’s a Light in the Hallway
The tablet that was too large for her hands lit up Raya’s face. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to read through the words. Peter watched as she talked to Tony. The smile never left her face as the stranger turned acquaintance listened with perfect ease.
“It says here the Fir is a… what’s this word Daddy?”
“Yeah, it’s truth and forthrightness, which I’m not sure exactly what it means but I think it’s good. And it can mean friendship, Mr. Stark! I think that means we’re going to be friends.”
She hopped onto her knees bouncing at an alarming rate toward Tony. His eyes widened and Peter fought back a smile. The enthusiasms of youth were quick but substantial. Raya was no exception. Her openness and love never failed to make him proud as not only a dad but a person.
“I, uh, think so too, kiddo.” Raya leaned back and scrunched her nose apparently offended at the moniker.
“You call my Daddy that. I want a different nickname.”
This time Tony leaned forward with a playful smile. He brought his finger up and tapped his chin in thought. Raya sat up straighter when she noticed him looking toward her.
“Oh, you do, do you? How about snowflake?”
“No foods!” She burst out giggling complete with hands on knees and tears in her eyes. Like something contagious Tony’s eyes caught the sparkle and gleamed at her laughter.
“How about Ray?” He said after clearing his throat.
Peter looked back down to his phone but waited for an answer without breathing. Raya leaned back into the seat and folded her hands in her lap before watching Tony with a secret deliberation. Her eyes seemed to take in some quality of him and test deep qualification in him, otherwise it was mere whimsy. After a measured moment Raya reached out her hand and waited for them to shake.
“That would be fine.” She said and wouldn’t let go of his hand after they were done. Raya grabbed Tony’s hand more fully in hers and began playing with his palm. Her eyes traveled over the lines and scars on his hand, and her finger took the place soon after.
“It’s the name my mommy called me.” She said in a matter of fact tone. Tony’s mouth opened along with his eyes and he froze. His eyes focused entirely on Raya, how she stared earnest at him and the way her legs swung back and forth. Finally, he swallowed, ran a hand through his hair, and reached some conclusion.
Tony: Ah, it’s nice to finally relax. A drink, the sun, my best friend.
Rhodey: Yeah man. This is the life. Hey, you see that kid over there? Looks like they’re trying to hug a shark.
Tony: Yeah haha weird.
Tony: Oh shit that’s my kid
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Mentioned: Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, May Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis
Day Eleven: Crying
Peter was used to having bad days. They came often, if he were being completely honest. But he was lucky. Most kids his age who had been through what he had been through would be a lot worse of than he was. After losing his parents and then his uncle… He knew that people worried about him. May worried about him. Ned worried about him. Michelle worried about him. Even his teachers seemed to always have an extra eye out for him. Because he was seen as troubled. He was one of the kids they wouldn’t be surprised if he did something horrible to himself or to someone else. Because it would make sense.
The only person who didn’t seem to be so worrisome about him was Mr. Stark. He imagined it was because the man understood. Peter knew about the car accident; that his parents had been killed when he was young. Sure he was older than Peter when it happened, but he still understood in a way that others didn’t.
What Peter didn’t realize was the fact that this meant Tony was able to see right through his facade that he had started to adopt whenever he was upset.
“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he stepped into the workshop. He was quick as he went to his desk, putting his backpack down beside him. Normally, the two would work on separate projects unless they needed an extra set of hands. “What are we working on today?”
“Hey, Kid,” Tony replied, glancing up over his shoulder. “I left you some papers over there. Was hoping you could take a look at them. Something isn’t coming out quite right and I can’t find it.”
Peter nodded and picked up the stack of papers, taking out a different colored pen and starting to work through them. He huffed as he got stuck, struggling to remember how the particular equation worked. He scribbled out a piece of his work and tried again, hoping it would work out this time and he could move on. He wasn’t really up for complex calculus today. Or anything, really, but he knew that he couldn’t just ditch on Tony. Especially not now.
“You alright, Pete?” Tony asked, causing Peter to freeze. He put his pen down and turned around with a small smile he hoped was convincing.
“I’m alright,” he told him. “Just having a bit of trouble figuring this out.”
Tony raised an eyebrow and Peter knew immediately that the man didn’t believe him. “What’s up, Underoos? I know that look.” His voice was gentle, more so than normal, and his tone made Peter want to tell him the truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Because this was the last person who saw past everything that happened to Peter and just saw him for himself.
“I’m fine, Mr. Stark,” he pressed, forcing his voice to stay even. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a terrible liar, you know,” Tony pointed out, standing up and moving his seat to be next to Peter. “I won’t force you to talk about it, but I can tell something’s bothering you. It would make me feel better, and would make you feel better whether you believe it or not, if you didn’t keep whatever it is inside.”
“What makes you think that?” Peter asked. He wasn’t sure exactly if he meant the fact that the man knew something was bothering him or that he would feel better opening up, but he was up for an answer to either.
“Because I used to be the same way,” he said with a small shrug. “Still can be, honestly, but I’m working on that. My dad always said that men aren’t supposed to show emotion and I believed him because everyone loved him. I thought that it would make me weak to tell anyone that I was upset, and it…” He trailed off, seeming uncertain whether he should continue or not. He cleared his throat and put a hand on Peter’s knee. “Let’s just say it almost didn’t end well, alright? I don’t want you to have to go through the same sh*t I did because you think you can’t talk to someone.”
Peter felt his breath catch in his chest as he guessed at what the implication might mean. He didn’t dare ask, but he had a good idea. “I don’t want to bother you,” he replied finally. “I’ll be fine, really.”
“You could never bother me, Kid.”
Peter shrugged, uncertain. He could feel tears threaten to spill and didn’t dare try to speak in fear his voice might crack. He felt a hand rest on his back and his lip quivered a bit. “Peter, have I ever told you about Jarvis? The real Jarvis?”
Peter glanced up at the question, a bit confused. He shook his head, still not opening his mouth to form a real answer. He could tell from the look in Tony’s eyes that he knew why, but the man didn’t mention it. Instead, he continued speaking.
“When I was growing up, he was around more than my parents were. He was more like a dad to me than my real dad was, really,” he told him. “Still, I was afraid to talk to him about the things that most kids would talk to their dads about. The yucky stuff. Because I thought that all men must think that made us weak. So, when I was upset about something that had happened at school and Jarvis picked me up, I acted like everything was fine. He saw right through it.”
Peter smiled a bit at that. Because it sounded a lot like the situation he was in right now.
“He asked me what was wrong,” Tony continued. “And at first I wouldn’t tell him, but then he told me something that I have never forgotten. Do you want to know what that was?”
Peter nodded slowly. He had a feeling that whatever it was would be enough to send him over the edge. He knew that’s what Tony wanted, too. He wanted him to break, and not with foul intentions. He wanted to help. Peter knew that. He just wasn’t willing to accept help from him.
“He told me that when people care for you, they’re there for you for the good and the bad,” Tony explained. He moved his hand to Peter’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “I’m not going to make you tell me what’s going on. It’s okay if we’re not there yet, but I hope that you’ll tell someone what’s wrong. And I hope you know that you can always talk to me, okay? I care, Peter.”
Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, unable to keep the tears at bay any longer. He let out a small sob and bent over, his body shaking as he started to cry. He was surprised, even after the conversation, when Tony pulled him close, pressing his head against his own chest and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Just let it out, Buddy.”
Peter wrapped around him and buried his face into the man’s chest, just above where he knew the arc reactor once was. He found hismelf clinging to his shirt as if he would disappear if he were to let go. “Please don’t leave me,” he whimpered. “Please don’t leave.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Tony promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And he didn’t. He stayed there until Peter’s sobs died down and he loosened his vice grip on the man’s shirt. “Feel better now?” he asked, one hand still rested at the base of Peter’s neck.
Peter nodded against his chest. “A-a little,” he admitted. “This probably sounds really dumb, but I-I think maybe I just… I let it all build too long.”
“It’s not dumb,” Tony assured him. “It happens sometimes, and that’s perfectly okay. It’s perfectly normal. It’s okay to get worked up and need to let it out. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not.”
Peter sighed and slowly pulled away, glancing down at his feet as he clasped his hands together. “You’re going to worry about me all the time now,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears on his sleeve. “Aren’t you?”
“I’ve always worried about you, Pete,” Tony told him. He must have noticed the way Peter deflated, because he moved a hand to the boy’s chin and lifted it until he looked him in the eyes. Peter would have hated it if it weren’t for the soft expression he gave. “People worry about you because they care about you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“No, there’s no buts to it,” Tony interrupted him sternly. “Do you not worry about the people you care about? About May? Your friends?”
“Yeah,” Peter replied quickly. “Of course I do.”
“How is it any different that we worry about you?” he asked gently. When Peter didn’t replied right away, he continued. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’re tired of sympathy.”
Peter blinked in surprise. “How do you know that?”
“Because I get it,” Tony shrugged. “You think that people only worry about you because you’re an orphan. Because you’ve lost people you love. Because you’re different than they are. You’ve had it happen so much that it’s hard to know who really cares and who’s just acting. Trust me, Peter. I understand how that feels. I know it sucks. I know you’re worried that people are going to turn their backs on you when you need them most. And I promise you— I swear on my life that I will never do that to you.”
“This isn’t going to change anything?” Peter asked quietly.
“It’s not going to change anything,” Tony confirmed with a reassuring smile. “Except that now you know that you can come to me for anything. I don’t care if it’s something as trivial as a girl not liking you back, I’ll be here to listen. I’m here for the good and the bad, Pete. If you want me to be that person.”
Peter smiled at the implication of his words. He was willing to be the figure in his life that Jarvis had been to him. He told him that Jarvis was like a father to him more than his own father, and he had just openly admitted that he would be that for Peter. He cared for Peter in the way Jarvis had cared for him. He had even, for the first time, given Peter a real hug. He had broken the invisible barrier that they had been playing jump rope with for months.
Carefully, and a bit uncertain still, Peter leaned forward to wrap Tony in another hug. This time, the few tears that escaped him were happy tears. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”
“Anytime, Kiddo,” Tony replied, hugging him back. “Anytime.”
Say ‘Iron Man’
Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I posted but I’m back with another fic. I don’t know if its any good but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so here it is. Please let me know what you think :) Enjoy!
Characters: Tony and Peter
Warnings: A lot of angst at the beginning and fluff at the end haha. Fighting.
Summary: Peter is mad about how Tony handled something, and they get into a fight. But eventually the fighting becomes more playful and less serious.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Peter walked into Tony’s lab, throwing his backpack down in a rage. Tony didn’t turn from his work, he was expecting Peter to come in sooner or later. Aunt May had been concerned about the amount of time Peter had been spending Avenging, his grades had been slipping and he seemed exhausted and burnt out every time he came home; but Peter didn’t care, he loved being an Avenger and he loved being Spider-Man. So, he asked Tony to go over to his apartment and talk to her, he thought that speaking with Iron Man himself would help Aunt May understand that what he was doing was so much more important than high school or sleep.
But their conversation didn’t have the outcome Peter had been expecting. Seeing Tony ignore him, he walked right next to his table, waiting for him to turn and deal with his betrayal.
“What the hell, man?” Peter shocked himself, he never talked to Mr. Stark that way, and he could have sworn he saw the famous Tony Stark suppressing a smirk. Without looking up from his work Tony began,
“Peter, can we talk about this later? I’m in a bit of a hurry here.”
“No, we can’t talk about this later!” Peter fumed, “I sent you there to tell Aunt May that she was wrong, not to agree with her.” Stark stayed looking at his work, but paused for a minute,
“You sent me?” Tony just eyeballed the kid, wondering who the hell he thought he was, “Well, kid, I didn’t expect to agree with her. You told me she didn’t think you were ready to be an Avenger for no reason. But she has many, doesn’t she Peter?” He began working again,
“School is important, your health is important. And you know what, we’ve had this problem before,” Tony pointed at Peter, reminded of how he acted when he was new to being Spider-Man, “You need to calm down. Let’s talk about this later.”
Peter was pissed. ‘Let’s talk about this later,’ was playing over and over in his head. Why is it that both of them are treating him like some dumb kid? Fury seemed to think he could handle it, but not Mr. Stark? The man who recruited him in the first place?
“I wanna talk about it now. Why don’t you trust me enough to handle this?” Tony ignored him.
“Mr. Stark.” Nothing. “What, I can only be an Avenger when it benefits you? Because you didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it before.” Nothing. Peter was goading him, he knew he would probably be in trouble for acting like such a brat, but frankly he didn’t care. He was too angry at Tony for betraying him and then not even having the nerve to talk about it.
“MR. STARK!” When Tony still didn’t reply, Peter was starting to feel very out of control in this whole situation, and it didn’t sit well with him. He walked up to Tony and shoved his shoulder, forcing him to spin away from the table to look at him, fully expecting himself to yell at the man, but in actuality ending up completely frozen in shock by his own behavior. Tony simply looked back and crossed his arms, not expecting this outburst but not fully surprised by it either. He was waiting to see where this was going.
“What was that about, Parker? Wanna try that again?”
Peter just stared blankly back at him, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t sure if Tony was trying to escalate or de-escalate the situation, but he didn’t like that he seemed so much more in control of himself than Peter did. But Tony continued,
“Come on. You’re mad right? You can fight an alien army but not me? Throw a punch, let’s go.”
Some of the shock was fading away, allowing some of the anger to return. How dare Tony put the blame on him when this was entirely his fault. Tony was the one who didn’t take his side with Aunt May, and he was the one that didn’t want to talk about it. But Peter hadn’t meant to push him, he was just upset.
“Forget it.” Peter mumbled as he turned to leave the lab.
“That’s what I thought,” was Tony’s reply as he went back to his lab table.
Peter stopped, his temper getting the better of him again as he turned back around and swung a right hook directly at the famous Tony Stark’s face. But Tony was fast, he was used to much more serious battles than fights with a 16-year-old, and quickly blocked it. Peter reset, deciding to throw a kick instead that Tony may not be able to stop as easily. He would be wrong. Tony managed to grab Peters shoe before it hit him and pull it towards him, causing peter to fall backwards onto the mat below him. He hit the floor with a thud, and a slightly bemused look on his face. He really didn’t know what he was thinking, how was he going to win a fight against actual Iron Man, even though he wasn’t in his suit, he knew how to fight. It really wasn’t fair. Tony held onto Peter’s legs with one arm and held up a finger.
“I hope you got that out of your system, Peter.” Peter glared at him but continued to listen. Being forced to stay lying on the floor was causing some of his previous rage to dissipate. Though it also irritated him greatly. Tony continued, “I understand why your upset, but Aunt May is right. Catch up on school and start taking better care of yourself, then we can have this conversation again.” Peter was avoiding Tony’s gaze, a little ashamed of his reaction, but still upset with how Tony took May’s side over his.
“Mr. Stark, you told me you were on my side. I wouldn’t have asked you to go if I’d thought you’d agree with Aunt May. It’s not fair.”
“Peter.” Tony gave him the look that always made him shut up immediately, “I already told you, I didn’t plan to agree with her. I didn’t know how bad it was for you.”
“But Mr. Sta-”
“And I AM on your side.” Tony interrupted, “that’s why I’m doing this.” Seeing that he’d calmed down, Tony let Peter go and studied him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He sincerely hoped that Peter understood. He knew he was angry, but also knew that the Peter wouldn’t have tried to fight with him if he didn’t trust him, which he was relieved about.
“Why don’t you start out by having some fun tonight, instead of worrying about saving the world, okay kid?” he quickly tapped Peter’s knee and began to stand up. Peter sat up, more upset than angry now. Of course Tony was on his side, he had always somehow shown up when he needed him most. Deep down he knew that, but that didn’t make not being allowed to be Spider-Man for a while any easier.
“Are you… mad at me, Mr. Stark?” Peter felt like a little kid again asking that question, and his cheeks burned a little red; but if Tony noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“No, I’m not mad, kiddo.” Tony decided to sit back down on the floor, beside Peter this time. He playfully shoved his shoulder, “But you know, I don’t know anybody else who would dare pull that little stunt on me. I could have put on my suit and it would be over for you.”
Peter smiled a little at that, relieved that he didn’t seem to be in any trouble (Well, any more trouble than he was already in with May). Tony seemed to be trying to lighten the mood, and he wanted Peter to have some fun… which gave him an idea. Tony didn’t seem to be particularly on guard, so Peter took the opportunity to swing his leg and knock Tony off balance before pinning him to the ground with his arms.
“I would say ‘bet’ but you’re probably too old to know what that means.” Peter smirked and tony scoffed. Peter was a little beside himself, he had just gotten into a physical fight with Tony and was incredibly lucky that he wasn’t angry with him- maybe he was pushing it. Tony took this momentary distraction as an opportunity, he wrapped his legs around petters and turned, flipping them over so he was now the one pinning Peter to the ground. The teen’s jaw dropped, he was not expecting to get in a wrestling match with Tony when he came here today. But then again, he also wasn’t expecting anything that happened that day, maybe his mentor just wasn’t very predictable.
“Would I be able to do that if I was so ‘old,’ as you say?”
“Well you’re not that type of old,” was Peter’s reply, to which Tony just stared and chuckled lightly, “What does that even mean, Pete?”
Peter didn’t answer as he rolled backwards, trying to break the grip Tony had on his forearms, but only succeeded in getting himself stuck in a worse position than before. Tony let go of his arms and took advantage of his off balanced position to quickly knock him on his side. Tony reached for the kid’s arm, thinking he could easily win this fight, but Peter had some acrobatic skills that Tony lacked. Peter flipped over and was able to pin Tony on his stomach, sitting on his back and pulling one hand up between his shoulder blades. He’d done stuff like this with Ned before, but Tony was more skilled at it than Ned and therefore Peter was very proud of himself for making it to this point.
“Say uncle,” Peter said, grinning a little to smugly.
“HA! No way am I surrendering to you, kid.” Tony responded confidently, though he was impressed that Peter had succeeded at pinning him- and causing ever increasing pain to his shoulder. Unbeknownst to Peter though, Tony had been in this situation before and knew how to get out of it. He rolled onto his side, throwing Peter off balance and used his previously pinned wrist to grab onto Peter’s. It took some maneuvering, but he eventually got Peter facing the opposite direction, with his arm and shoulder being held down by Tony. He wiggled around trying to get free but moving just made it worse.
“OKAY OKAY!! UNCLE!” Peter shouted, getting desperate to get out of the uncomfortable hold. Tony considered it. “Uncle? I’m not just some uncle, I am Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire-”
“Playboy philanthropist- I know! Let me up!” Peter interrupted desperately with a shout.
“Interrupting is rude.” Tony chided, “Say Iron Man, and I’ll let you go.” His shoulder was starting to hurt too bad to argue, so Peter complied.
“IRON MAN!” He yelled, and Tony let him go. He quickly pulled his arm in and cradled it, briefly wondering if it would ever be the same again, before he turned to his back and began rolling out his shoulder. He beamed at Tony,
“You’re such a jerk.” He laughed slightly, amused by the whole situation.
“You know it. There’s ice in the kitchen for that arm if you need it.” Tony helped him up and ruffled the kid’s hair, to which Peter slightly flinched away from, it was bad enough he beat him in their wrestling match, did he have to ruffle his hair too?
Peter rolled his eyes and went to grab his backpack, “You didn’t hurt me that badly, old man.” Tony made his way back to the lab table to finish his work, and looked pointedly at Peter,
“You’ll pay for that one. Now go home and get your homework done,” he said jokingly. Peter headed for the stairs, wanting to get some ice for his shoulder without Tony knowing about it, and his mentor yelled after him,
“And get some sleep, you crazy kid.”
Peter left the Avengers compound with a bag of ice and a smile on his face.
Through thick and thin
TW: Graphic depictions of violence; blood
Tony felt his heart leap in fear when he heard a certain spider-baby’s voice behind him. He whirled around in mid air, dropping a few feet in shock before he stabilized himself.
“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter chirped excitedly, skillfully swinging in a large arc and flipping onto his armor, the eyes of his mask almost comically wide. “What’s up?”
Tony struggled to see the boy who was perched on his back, twisting his neck back and forth. “What the hell are you doing here, Pete?”
“I just wanted to help,” he whined, his head hovering upside down in front of Tony’s face.
“No, you don’t,” he grumbled, trying to grab hold of his kid, who was crawling all over his back to avoid him. “You want to go back to school and learn about why the adults in your life are trying to keep you safe.”
Peter giggled. “I know, Tony, and I am safe. I have you!”
He said it so cheerfully, so matter-of-factly, as if Tony’s heart hadn’t melted and his brain hadn’t turned to mush at his precious kid’s words. He was grateful for the helmet shielding his face, otherwise Peter might have been soaked in his tears.
“Mr. Stark? You okay?”
He jerked out of his stupor. “Yeah.” He sniffed. “Yeah, buddy, I’m great.”
“Okay.” Peter sounded suspicious, but he let it drop. “Sure.”
“So, um… what’s going on?” He looked around, trying to find the other Avengers and their opponent(s).
Peter barely saw the blast in time.
He jumped up and aimed a web at the nearest skyscraper, pulling Tony with him, the man letting out a shout of surprise.
The spot where they had just been was now raining down ash and bright purple sparks.
Peter blinked the black spots out of his eyes, his ears ringing slightly. Gradually he realized that Tony was shouting; they were moving fast, Tony’s metal arms wrapped tight around him.
“Peter! Are you okay, Bug?” the man yelled frantically, masked face hovering in front of Peter’s.
“Arachnid,” he corrected. He heard Tony breathe a heavy sigh of relief. They landed on the roof of a towering skyscraper. Peter was sure that Mr. Stark was running over his vitals in the suit and checking for any injuries, no matter how minor they might be. Peter rolled his eyes.
“What was that?” he asked, looking around wildly. “Is Mister Doctor Strange here?”
“I am,” said a dry voice behind them. “But that wasn’t me.”
Tony jumped protectively in front of Peter as they spun around, then relaxed, just slightly, when he recognized the tall figure standing in front of the remnants of a glowing orange portal.
“Strange,” Tony greeted.
“Stark.” Stephen nodded.
Peter waved, grinning.
“What’s with the light show?” Tony asked, setting a hand on his kid’s shoulder.
“A wizard,” the doctor said shortly. “And a powerful one, too. Neoma Ambrosia. She’s fairly new to magic, but she’s dangerous.”
“I think Neoma means ‘new moon’ in Greek,” Peter mused quietly. Tony ruffled his hair proudly, nodding. My genius kid, he thought fondly.
“Tony! What’s going on?”
Natasha, Sam, Steve, and Bucky ran up. Peter couldn’t help but wonder how they had climbed up to the roof. He imagined Sam trying to lug two super soldiers and a heavily armed assassin up a one hundred seventy-five meter tall skyscraper; Peter was sure he could do it.
“There’s a crazy wizard trying to kill us!” the young spider said enthusiastically. “Her name’s Neoma Ambrosia, which I’m pretty sure means ‘new moon’ in Greek, which is like, a super cool name. And she shoots purple fire! We haven’t seen her in, like, fifteen minutes, though.”
Tony chuckled as the other four Avengers blinked. His kid was a whirlwind, and he loved to listen to him chatter.
“Everyone keep watch!” Steve yelled, making Peter flinch. Tony squeezed his neck gently and glared at the super soldier, who remained oblivious. “Eyes peeled like grapes!”
“Ew,” Peter muttered.
They spent the next ten minutes straining their eyes for any sight of Neoma.
Tony was about to turn to Steve and suggest they search the ground, when the edge of the roof exploded with a familiar purple fire, right where Peter was standing.
Tony screamed his child’s name, white, icy-hot terror running through his veins. Rubble tumbled off that building, falling with the small red and blue body.
“No,” he whispered, thrusters at full speed. “No. No. No no no no!”
He crashed to the concrete and sprinted to the rubble that covered his kid.
“Peter, Peter, Peter,” he muttered fervently, throwing the huge boulders with his iron hands as if they were pebbles. He was sure he could lift them just as easily without his suit with the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. All the while he yelled, over and over again, the name of the one reason he got out of bed in the morning, the one reason he was alive: his only child, his son, his baby.
At last, at last, he spotted delicate curls peeking out from a hole in a red mask. Tony sobbed and crumpled to his knees, clearing the last of the rocks off of the boy’s small body.
“Peter,” he gasped. He peeled off his mask as gently as he could, hands trembling. “Peter.”
Miraculously, he was somehow awake. Tony sobbed frantically and kissed his forehead. His face was bruised and bloody, with tears rolling slowly off his cheeks. Peter held out shaking arms and made grabby hands, whimpering like a wounded kitten.
Tony ever so gently maneuvered the boy into his lap, Peter slumping heavily against his chest. He cupped his cheeks and kissed both of them, stroking his forehead and smiling tremulously. “Petey. Oh Petey.”
He bit back another cry, trying to hold in for his kid, who was cradled in his arms, bleeding and broken. Peter coughed, and with tremendous effort, lifted his hand to Tony’s face.
The man grasped it instantly, squeezing his small hand tight and trying to rub some sense of warmth into his cold skin. He pressed light kisses to the back of his hand.
“Oh, baby, oh my god,” Tony whispered breathlessly, rocking his child back and forth in his arms. “You’re okay, you’re okay, sweetheart, shh.”
Tears flowed down both their faces. Tony rushed to comfort Peter, forcing what he hoped was a reassuring smile and wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb. “We’re gonna fix you up, Petey, just hold on. Hold on for me, ‘kay? Doctor Strange and the rest are just making sure it’s safe, and Doctor Cho is coming right now- she’ll be here any second, okay? You just gotta hold on, Petey.”
He sniffed and snuggled Peter more tightly against his chest. “All you gotta do is focus on me. Just look at me, honey. I love you, baby, I love you so much. Stay with me, il mio bambino.”
Peter’s eyes drifted lazily up to meet his. He struggled to focus on Tony’s face, his vision blurry and his eyes glassy. “Mi-mis’ er St’rk,” he croaked. “‘Ony.” He coughed, struggling to form words with his bloody, scratched lips and his dry mouth.
“Shh, shh,” Tony soothed. “Shh, baby, I’m right here. You’re doing you great, Petey.” He tangled his fingers in Peter’s curls, smoothing his hair down comfortingly. “You’re doing so great, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” Tony hastily wiped away his tears, which had begun to fall down to Peter’s face. “Just hold on, please.”
He squeezed his hand tightly, looking away and blinking rapidly when he realized his façade of calmness was shattering.
Tony’s eyes snapped back to his kid in fear. “Petey-?” he asked worriedly, then followed his gaze.
The sounds of blasts and explosions and fighting that faded completely came back full force when he realized the wizard was just ten yards in front of them, standing tall on a hill rubble, her dark gray robes swirling around her.
Tony gasped. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he rushed to protect his kid. He wrapped his arms tightly around Peter’s head and curled around the small body, effectively shielding him from an inevitable spell or explosion.
He kicked off their pile of rubble and began to roll down, trying desperately to cushion Peter’s head as they gained momentum. Sharp stones slice at his skin but he favored protecting his kid far, far above his own safety.
There was an explosion, so bright that purple swam in front of Tony’s closed eyes. Shards of glass and rock rained down on them and Tony could do nothing but squeeze Peter tighter and press his lips to his forehead and hope this wouldn’t be the end.
Warnings: language, mentions of death
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, Curtis Connors, Steve Rogers, FRIDAY, Bucky Barnes
Mentioned: Wanda Maximoff, Penelope (oc), Ned Leeds, Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, Pepper Potts
Day Nine: “Run!”
“She has to be around here somewhere,” Peter murmured under his breath, looking around for any sign of where Morgan could be. “I can feel it.”
“You’ve been spending too much time with Maximoff,” Tony huffed, glancing back at the boy behind him. Despite the small smile, Peter could tell that he was being eaten alive in his mind. Peter didn’t blame him, either. He was almost as terrified as Tony was right now; because Morgan had been missing all evening.
“Her teacher didn’t see her leave with anyone?” Peter questioned. When Tony had called him and asked him to meet him on the Brooklyn Bridge, he had explained that Morgan wasn’t waiting at parent pick up that afternoon and that he had received a text from an unknown number that gave a clue as to where she might be. The only problem was that Morgan was a smart kid; a teenager now, actually, and knew not to leave with strangers. She knew the kind of danger she was in because of who she was, and she had never broke that rule before. She had to be careful even with her closest friends.
“Penny saw a man pushing her into his car,” Tony told him. Penny — Penelope was her real name, but they had always called her Penny — had been Morgan’s best friend since kindergarten. They were as close as Peter and Ned, having a sister-like relationship. He could imagine the girl was frantic right now after watching Morgan be kidnapped. “All we have is her description; a tall blonde man with one arm.”
“She couldn’t fight off a man with one arm?” Peter asked, raising a brow. “Did she not have her pepper spray?”
“I don’t know, Kiddo. I really don’t know,” Tony sighed. He started to speak again, but stopped as they reached a metal door. “Do you hear anything in here?”
Peter pressed his ear against the cool steel and listened carefully. “You are a psychopath, you know?” Yep, that was definitely Morgan. “Out of all people you decide to kidnap the daughter of an Avenger? I get it you want your spotlight moment, but that’s not a good idea.”
“She’s in here,” Peter told Tony, standing back. “Do you think your repulsors can take it down?”
“They should unless there’s any vibranium in it,” he said with a nod, lowering his faceplate. Peter leaped to the ceiling, ready to crawl inside and grab Morgan while her kidnapper was distracted.
The repulsors whined before a blast of energy shot out, effectively taking down the door. Peter felt his breath catch when he saw Morgan was strapped to a chair in the center of the room, several machines set up around her. What caught him by surprise was the familiar figure that turned to stare at them. “You!”
“Dad! Peter!” Morgan struggled against the straps on her wrists, trying to pull herself free. “This guy is crazy! He has a f*cking lizard fetish or something.”
“Language,” Peter snapped at his pseudo sister before he dropped to the ground. He turned to look at Tony behind him. “I’ll take care of him. You get Morgan out.”
Peter ignored him, turning to face the scientist and pulling off his mask. “How dare you!” he cried, moving forward slowly. He grabbed the man’s shoulders and pushed him away from Morgan, towards the wall. “Is your goal to ruin my life or something?”
“I don’t even know who you are!” The man sneered.
“Oh, yes you do,” Peter barked. “You know me, Doc. Peter Benjamin Parker. Ring a bell?”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed as they filled with realization. “Richard and Mary’s boy.”
“You killed my parents!” Peter snapped, pushing the man against the wall once again. The man’s glasses fell to the ground, the frame snapping between the lenses. “You turned me into a monster! You-you’re the reason that my uncle is dead! And now-now that I’m finally happy you kidnap my sister?”
Peter shot a web at the man’s torso, strapping him to the wall. He turned long enough to see that Tony had broke Morgan out of the chair and was out of his suit, hugging her tight as he watched Peter with worried eyes. Peter blinked at him before turning back to the man. “Morgan’s right. You’re a psychopath!”
“Oh? But we’re you not the one that gave me the answer to your father’s formula?”
Peter froze, seeing the small device in the man’s hand, labeled with the Oscorp logo. Before he could react, the man was stabbing himself in the thigh. “No! No, Dr. Connors!”
“Pete? What’s going on?” Tony asked.
Peter turned, his eyes widening with horror. “Run!” he cried.
“And leave you here with this freak?” Tony snapped. “Are you crazy?”
“Go, Tony,” he said sharply. “Get Morgan out of here.” Tony didn’t respond at first and Peter heard a roar from behind. “Run!”
Tony reactivated his suit and picked Morgan up, holding her close as he started to run out of the room. The girl cried out in protest, trying to get him to stop. “Dad! Stop! You can’t leave him here!”
“Peter has superpowers. You don’t,” Tony told her, trying to keep his voice even. He wasn’t sure what this man had in mind, but he could see that it wasn’t something fun. It was obvious that Peter knew more about him that Tony did, and as much as he hated it, the boy was an adult now. He had more fight left in him than Tony, and he would be putting them all in danger by trying to help. “I’m taking you to Steve’s, then I’ll go back and help, okay? You shouldn’t be caught in the middle of this.”
“Just have FRIDAY send me a suit!” Morgan pleaded, hitting the back of her father’s suit with her balled fists. Even as strong as she was, she couldn’t even dent the metal. “Dad!”
Tony landed outside the apartment complex where Steve and Bucky lived and gently placed his daughter in front of him. “Sweetie, you know that I can’t do that,” he told her, bringing a gloved hand to her face and rubbing her cheek. “I can’t have both of my kids in danger, and Peter’s more equipped to fight than you are. He’s been doing this since he was your age.”
“Please, Dad,” Morgan begged, tears streaming down her face now. “He can’t— h-he can’t get hurt because of me. You have to let me help.”
Tony shook his head, walking up to the door and ringing the bell. He could see the look of surprise on Steve’s face as he saw him and opened the door. “Hey, is everything alright?” he asked. Tony could see Bucky sitting on the couch inside, looking up worriedly at Steve’s question.
“No, no, it’s not. I know it’s last minute, but I need you to let Morgan stay here for a bit. I have to go help Peter.”
“Completely fine. Want me to get some supplies ready? It’s closer than flying back to Manhattan.” Tony noticed Morgan tense up beside him at the assumption that they would be injured in the fight. He wanted to lie for her sake, but he honestly had no idea what they were going up against.
“Please,” he replied. He lifted his faceplate for a moment and bent over next Morgan. “Hey, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured, her voice shaking. He pulled her in close and kissed her forehead. “Please be careful.”
“I will,” he promised. “Be good. Call your mom for me and let her know you’re okay.”
Morgan nodded and he squeezed her tight before standing and backing away. He lowered his faceplate before launching himself in the air again. “FRIDAY, connect me to Peter’s suit. Now.”
“Yes, Boss,” FRIDAY replied. Within moments, the information from his suit was displayed on his screen and he could hear Peter panting over the comms.
“Tony?” he asked quietly. There was a small noise and Peter’s face appeared on his screen. His pupils were dilated and there were scratches on his cheek, but he was alive and breathing. That mattered more than anything.
“I’m on my way, Pete,” Tony assured him. “Are you alright?”
“He got away,” Peter wheezed. “H-he got away.”
“Okay. That’s okay. Where are you?” he asked. His screen showed that there were three large rips in the front of Peter’s suit and his oxygen was a bit lower than normal. He would be terrified if the boy’s heart rate wasn’t steady at 110. Whatever was wrong, he would survive until he got him and got help.
“I, um, I’m in the sewer?”
“In the sewer?” Tony asked, noticing the hesitance in his voice. He noticed the boy’s hair was wet and his heart dropped. “Please don’t tell me…”
“He tried to drown me with sewer water?” Peter coughed. “Yeah, sorry. Wouldn’t be a good way to go out, would it?”
“Good thing you’re not going to,” he replied, lowering himself to the ground and opening a manhole in the sidewalk. “Don’t worry, Pete. We can deal with the smell. As long as you’re okay.”
“I’ve had worse,” Peter told him, a small smile growing on his lips. “Not the first time someone’s tried to drown me.”
“Your chest okay?”
“It hurts, but it’s not too deep,” Peter replied. “I’m just worried it will get infected. Because, you know.”
“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Tony assured him. “Hang tight, Kid. I’m almost there. Oh, and for the record…”
“We’re going to have a long talk about this whole self-sacrificial attitude you have going on. You’re lucky that I had to get Morgan out of there or you would be in huge trouble.”
Peter smirked at him through the camera. “Okay, Dad,” he teased. “Just trying to be like you.”
“Oh, you little…”
Hey there !!!
Guys don’t be afraid to ask my any of the questions from this post ! I’m bored and avoiding homework so the more the merrier
12. How many siblings do you have?
One. But technically 1.5. I have a younger brother who I love v much he’s the bestest, and an older half brother who I have not spoken too since I was like 14. So I really only consider one.
22. Favourite food/drink?
Idk if I have a favourite food but I guess I’d say pizza bc it’s so versatile or chicken. I’m a big water drinker I love water but it’s probably atlas up between iced coffee or ice tea, esp if we having some fun flavours oh and lemonade from Wendy’s. I’m not big on carbonated drinks they’re too aggressive for me but I’ll make an exception for root beer, cherry or Vanilla Coke or creme soda.
27. Your goals
Uh,,, maybe get my MBA in Ireland. Get my pilots license, travel, be financially stable enough that I don’t need a job.
33. Languages you can speak?
English. Mostly. I used to speak French (Canadian) but then I had a bad head injury so i can’t anymore. I can also sort of understand when my dad is speaking polish but I can’t speak it myself.
58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with?
Anything on Heartbreak Weather by Niall Horan. (I am in love with him so pls don’t make me choose I listen to the album near daily)
Heart of Glass cover by Miley Cyrus.
Sugar Rush by Addison Grace.
Golden by Harry Styles.
Naked by Ella Mai.
Like Real People do by Hozier.
The Tales of Irondad
Tony: So, how was school today?
Peter: If Mr. Rogers thinks he is so great, why did he have to waste his time by filming detention videos for students?
Tony: That’s my boy.
Pepper: Did you just get detention??!!
Peter: And then I yote him into the wall and called the cops.
Tony: …did you just use yeet in the past tense?