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starker-raving-mads · 26 days
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For You: Part I
This is for @spiderlinging who decided this level of angst needed to exist.
Have thoughts on a follow up, unsure if I'll do it.
Edit: decided to make this multi-parted.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII
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It had been a week since the last battle with Thanos. A week since the Blipped had returned everyone, a week since Peter awoke to Dr. Strange leading him through a portal straight into battle.
A week since Tony died.
It's all Peter can think about. The only thing he can think about. Not how traumatizing two battles back to back was, not the chaos and insanity of war, not even of how happy he should be that May and Ned and MJ are actually okay.
Instead, it's Tony, Tony, Tony. His thoughts had revolved around the older man for years now, so it wasn't new. But normally it was excitement, arousal, anticipation, joy. Now, though, it's hugging him as he felt like he was being ripped apart by the Blip. The joy of finding him and being dragged to him in a fierce hug, mid-battle, the billionaire's hands running through his hair. His voice, soft and full of this sort of grieving happiness.
"Peter," he'd said, "oh god, Peter."
And finally it was Mr. Stark's face as he sat dazed against a piece of wreckage amidst the chaos. How blank his eyes were, how little of the man was left, barely hanging on.
That face haunted his dreams, the emptiness filling up his nightmares.
And now here he was, at a lake house he could've never seen Tony living in, with people around him crying and mournful. Like they'd lost a friend when Peter felt like he'd lost a limb. Like his whole heart was being shoved out onto that lake with the last part of Tony Stark he'd ever get to see. Behind him, Happy was talking quietly to Morgan, Tony's kid - Peter's goddaughter, apparently.
He never knew you could make a dead person a godparent before, but there's a lot of things Peter never knew.
Like the thing is - Peter thought he knew grief, knew loss. His parents when he was a kid, Uncle Ben just after he'd gotten his powers. These were huge, space-taking people in his soul but losing Tony? Losing Tony was worse than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Because shouldn't his family have been the ones that meant the most, hurt the most? But then again, Tony had been everything. He'd always sort of thought he loved Tony in the way someone might love an idol, like his feelings were somehow offset by hero worship and being a teenager but it was so much more than that.
It might've started off that way, but after years of knowing him, being his friend through tough times and glad ones - it morphed along the way without him really noticing it. Got deeper, got more meaningful with every lab session and every time Tony said, "Just stay the night kid, you know where your room is. Aunt Hottie doesn't need to be woken up at 3AM with you coming home anyway."
The teen thought he'd cried every ounce of pain from him in the week since the battle, but as his eyes misted up again, he turned and headed around the back of the cabin. It was empty of people on this side and he slid down in the corner where the porch extruded out of the building. Hands covering his face, barely aware of the rotting, damp leaves under him. He just needed a minute to get it together. Just one minute and he'd -
A sound of footsteps approaching, light ones, made him stand back up again and wipe his face free of tears. He knew from experience that his eyes would be a horrible red against how pale his skin was, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Around the corner came Pepper in her funeral clothes, looking at him blankly. It was clear she'd been looking for him but he couldn't figure out why. They just stared at each other for a second, neither moving, and as the moments ticked on he got increasingly uncomfortable and awkward around this powerhouse of a woman he'd never really spent time with.
"Sorry, I just needed to step away for a - "
"He did it because of you, you know," she said, voice as neutral as her face. He blinked at her.
"I'm sorry, what - ?"
"He did it for you." And there was the anger. Her face transformed with it, skin flushing a red that clashed with her hair in a way that was still, somehow, beautiful. It was easy to see why Tony picked her out of everyone. Before he could say anything, she continued. "He told me," she said, tears clouding her voice, nose stuffing up with emotion, "that he'd figured it out. Figured out how to save everyone."
She laughed and it was the most hateful sound he'd ever heard. Shaking her head, smiling in a way that said 'fed up', she said, "But I knew. I knew he didn't do it to be the savior of humanity. His ego was always big, and he was always willing to sacrifice if he thought the price was worth it." She stopped again and stared at him, face contorting.
"He saved a lot of people," Peter agreed, spidey-sense screaming at him and he didn't know why. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt like he was being bombarded. It was nauseating.
"He didn't save people, Peter," she screeched, stomping toward him, hand fisted around a cloth handkerchief, finger pointing at his face. "Tony's ego was always enough to think he could save the world," she continued, voice as mad as a wolf's growl, "but he didn't do it for them. He did it for you." She hissed out, "He kept your picture in the kitchen and just stared at it - all the time! Stared at it like you were some missing part of him and if he just looked long enough you'd reappear." She laughed again, rolling her eyes.
Behind her, a crowd was appearing. Sam and Bucky first, eyes scoping out the situation like the heroes they were. Then Happy, peaking around. The other teenager - Harley, Peter remembered - was further back, near the trees, watching with a ducked face, riveted.
"Tony saved the universe," she agreed, voice even more watery. "But he didn't do it for them - he did it for you." She had moved forward enough now to jab her finger into his chest. "He could've killed everyone with his stupid time travel bullshit," she spat, jabbing harder. "He could've undone reality with it, he could've made it to where Morgan never existed." She sobbed and the anger started to drain from her, head bending. "But it didn't matter as long as he got you back." She sobbed again and as much as his heart was rending itself atom by atom by what she was saying, he couldn't fault her anger, her rage, her sadness.
He stepped forward and she dropped onto him, letting him hold her weight up as she continued to sob.
"He did it for you."
And Peter had never heard anything worse in his entire, fucked up existence.
How was he ever going to live with himself now, knowing this.
How?
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tonystarchive · 7 months
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IRONDAD & SPIDER-SON WHUMP MASTERLIST—PART 1
Last Updated: September 2023
As promised, here is my long overdue Irondad Whump Masterlist! This list took an embarrassing amount of time to compile and over forty pages in my Google Docs (!!!!!).
Due to the sheer amount of fics, I will be posting in parts. Within these posts, each fic will categorized by its most prevalent trope/theme.
I hope the work from these talented contributors brings as much whumpy joy to you as they do to me!
Also, a very special shoutout to my most treasured Irondad authors iron_spider, for_the_night, madasthesea, losingmymindtonight, AdVitemAeternum, MotherKarizma, and so many more! This post is dedicated to you. ♡ 
Adoption/Tony Stark is Peter Parker’s Biological Father
5 Times Tony Acted Like Peter’s Dad by for_the_night
Summary: “And the one time he actually was." *Featuring an award evening, nightmares, a father-son field trip, appendicitis, and a very special gift—oh, and SO many forehead kisses.*
Alive and Healing by Watermeloness
Summary: “‘...bank robbery gone wrong in Queens. We’re receiving live footage from the crime site, where a 15-year-old teenager has been severely injured. Witnesses report a young boy getting shot after trying to stop the perpetrators. The last we’ve heard, his state is critical and he’s being rushed to…’ Statistically, there are a lot of 15-year-old teenagers in Queens. The city is filled with 15-year-old teenagers that are all brave in their own ways. This doesn’t have to be their teenager. But Peter is not picking up his phone.”
Dad Is Just A Word (You Give It Meaning) by madasthesea
Summary: “Father's Day, two years after May dies. Peter has something special to give and something important to say.”
For Want of a Dad (In Need of a Son) by GhostInTheBAU
Summary: “So, have you given the camping trip any more thought?’ Ned asks, and he groans internally at the change in subject.  He'd much rather go back to talking about his non-existent love life, thanks.  The trip is during spring break—a four-day long trek out into the wilderness, camping and hiking and gathering who even knows what, learning all about nature and the great outdoors. But the real kicker?  It's an event specifically designed for fathers and their sons, which is something Peter doesn't have, and something he will never be. Not again." Or: Peter longs to have a deeper relationship with his mentor, a more meaningful connection; but he's managed to convince himself that the only reason Tony Stark spends any time with him at all is purely because of his enhancement. Because of Spider-Man.
Homebound by AdVitamAeternam
Summary: “Shortly after Homecoming, Peter starts having panic attacks. Tony happens to have some experience with those. What do you do when everyone around you has a tendency to die? What do you do when the last person, the most precious, the one you absolutely cannot lose, maybe wants you? Do you give in, or do you run? Do you take what they offer, or do you keep them as far away from the disaster that is your life as you can?”
I Love You More Than Anything Series by iron_spider
Summary: “The highs and lows of Tony unexpectedly becoming a single dad at 31—from Peter’s early baby years, all the way past the defeat of Thanos”
I’ll Always Protect You (Even If You Don’t Want Me To) by JAWorley
Summary: “So much changed with Peter’s body chemistry after the bite that new things are still coming up that surprise him. One day he and Tony are having a fight and Peter is so stressed out he ends up having a seizure. Seizures… great, so that’s a thing now, and Tony has decided that the best thing is for Peter to stop being Spider-Man. The more the seizures happen, the more protective Tony becomes. All Peter wants is to have his life back." Or: May asks Tony to take joint custody of Peter to help with the Spider-Man thing and this new stress seizure issue. Peter learns that sometimes parents do what’s necessary even if it’s not a popular choice with their kids.
Questions of Science, Science and Progress (Do Not Speak As Loud As My Heart) by l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r
Summary: “I had to find you, tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart." Or: Peter stays with Tony for a few weeks, and the pair get into all kinds of shenanigans. And maybe, just maybe, those few weeks will usher in something more.
These Days I’ll Sit On Cornerstones by Finny3120
Summary: “Tony was ill-prepared to find that the vigilante he'd recruited was a 14-year-old boy. He was even less prepared for Peter Parker to be mute. But Peter hasn't spoken since his uncle died. And the more Tony works with the teen, the less it matters to him. He hears Peter just fine.” 
You’re Stuck With Me by for_the_night
Summary: “I’m adopting you. I don’t care what you have to say.’ Peter gaped. Of all of the entrances he’d expected from Mister Stark after being alone in a hospital room for hours, that wasn’t one of them." Or: Peter gets taken to hospital with a ruptured appendix and Tony comes to a daunting realization of just how little hold he has on the kid outside of Medbay.
Alternate Universe
My Baby, My Baby by SpaceCowboysFromMars
Summary: “Silence falls over them like a warm blanket. Distantly, there’s commotion down on the street as people walk home from clubs. Peter thinks Tony might be his best friend in the whole world. After a long, peaceful moment, Tony says, voice dripping with warmth, ‘Night, kid.’  ‘Goodnight, Mr. Stark." Or: Tony and Peter in the middle of the night, in five alternate universes.
Visiting Hours by Sara (ctrsara)
Summary: “Boss?’ Tony jolted out of his half-asleep state. ‘What’s up, FRI?’ ‘There is a visitor here to see you.’ Tony jumped up. Anyone he knew would usually call or text first, so he was immediately on alert.   ‘Who is it, FRI?’ ‘I need you to have an open mind, and know that I do not believe this person is any threat.’ Oh, yeah, that made him feel better.  ‘Excuse me? How about you let me decide that, Watson?’ He started walking towards the door, activating his watch gauntlet.   ‘Wait, Boss.’ He was annoyed, but he trusted his AI enough to stop and listen. ‘I also need you to know that I have performed biometric scanning, and this person is who they appear to be. However, they insist they’re not from our universe, and that is the part I don’t understand." — In a universe where he never invented time travel, and never brought anyone back, Tony Stark gets a late-night visitor he never could have expected. Prompt taken from @idk-bruh-20 Irondad fic idea #97 on Tumblr. Idea from @derpmallow.
What The Heart Knows by AdVitamAeternam
Summary: “When Peter wakes up, his head is being assaulted by a sledgehammer. He has no idea where he is. He has no idea what happened to him. He has no idea who he is, other than ‘Peter.’ But then, he looks over at the man who is scrutinizing him with worried eyes, and he knows who the man is. That's his dad." Or: The one where Peter gets hit over the head really, really hard and has temporary amnesia, and makes a very reasonable assumption based on the data presented to him.
Angst
A Far Green Country by madasthesea
Summary: “He just wanted Peter to be happy. More than anything in the world, he wanted Peter to be happy. Oh, Tony thought as that realization sunk down into the pit of his stomach and took root. I love him.”
A River To Skate Away On by frostysunflowers
Summary: “Peter has survived a spider bite, a building falling on him, turning to dust and being a teenager. He can handle anything. Except being forgotten.”
Agape by canon irondad (tomlinsoul)
Summary: “It's Tony's first date night with Pepper since the Snap, and Peter can't wait to spend some quality time with his little sister. Too bad a pair of hapless intruders, head trauma, and a panicked helicopter ride throw a spanner in the works." Whumptober 2022 Day 8: Head Trauma + Day 7: Seizures + Day 19: Repeatedly Passing Out + BTHB: Big Brother Instinct
Broken Heart Syndrome by iron_spider
Summary: “Tony is clearly really upset, the kind of upset that Peter’s only seen the likes of a couple of times, and it’s too close after everything happening to really talk about it. He can definitely see that now.  ‘I’m sorry,’ Peter says. ‘I’m sorry, I should have answered—’ ‘Yeah, you should have answered!’ Tony yells. His bottom lip is trembling and he shakes his head, his eyes wild. He runs his hand over his forehead. ‘Okay, okay, I’ll know for next time,’ Peter says. He doesn’t know what’s gonna make this better. Probably nothing. ‘There better not be a next time,’ Tony says, dropping his hand from his face. ‘God, like this? Pete, no one knew where he was but you, and you—you kept it that way so nobody knew what the hell was happening, and you—you weren’t answering, kid, and that asshole sent me all that shit plucked directly from my nightmares, and I was trying to be strong for May because she was worried, too, and you—and you, I—I thought I wasn’t gonna ever—I thought—Jesus, Peter, you don’t think, you don’t—’ Tony bends over, clutching at his arm and breathing hard through his mouth.”
Dead In There, You’re Dead In There by iron_spider
Summary: “Peter, you’ve been acting insane for the past however many days and it’s giving me an ulcer, what’s going on, what did I do? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.’ Peter is still stalking around, and Friday is listing off his injuries, from a concussion to broken ribs to a sprained ankle, and Tony feels sick looking at it all. ‘You’ll fix it,’ Peter says, glancing over at him with pure disdain, the look bookended by matching explosions somewhere behind them. ‘Yeah it’s something you can’t fix, if it happens, nope, can’t fix it, it would just—but you’re just saying—’ Tony starts forward towards him. ‘Pete, explain to me what’s happening, please.’ ‘The protocol, the protocol,’ Peter insists, waving his hands through the air. Tony shakes his head. ‘The protocol?’ ‘The Avalon Protocol, Tony,’ Peter spits out, with venom.”
Dead-Eyed by iron_spider
Summary: “Hey,’ Tony says, fast, into the phone. ‘Everything alr—’ ‘Hey, no, I don’t know where he is,’ MJ says, in a rush of breath. ‘I don’t know where he is, Tony, and I know I have access to that tracking thing, but it feels weird for me to do that, and it doesn’t feel weird for you to do that, so you should do that. And find him and tell me what’s going on.’ ‘Okay, calm down,’ Tony says, getting up and stepping back from his workstation. ‘You know you can’t tell me to calm down, because I’m calm, and I’m always calmer than you because you’re like, inherently, not calm. At all, about anything, but especially about your family—’ ‘Okay, this is not calm,’ Tony says, starting to pace, even though he’s not calm either, she’s right. She sighs loudly in his ear. ‘When was the last time you saw him?”
Earthly Dust From Off Thee Shaken by ExpectoPatronum
Summary: “It had started with leaving his bedroom light on at night before he went to sleep. For a while, that had been enough. But then it wasn't.”
“Forever” by WithACherryOnTop
Summary: “Peter could feel the darkness creeping up on him again, like it had only moments earlier in the Avengers Compound bullpen. ‘‘ony.’ ‘Just go to sleep, bud.’ Tony gently scratched his nails at the nape of Peter’s neck. Peter collapsed bonelessly in Tony’s arms, all evidence of the tears, crying, and sobs hidden except for a stained shirt and the boy’s even, congested breaths. Tony wiped a hand over his face, a bit flustered. ‘Wow. That went way worse than I expected." Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel and/or Sony. I do not give permission for this work to be copied and/or posted to any other sites.
Gonna Pick Up The Pieces by orphan_account
Summary: “I don’t want to talk to you,’ Peter says. He’s been hiding for the better part of an hour, sitting in the cabin’s laundry room, wedged between the washer and the dryer. Something about the sounds coming off of them calms him, weirdly. The swish of water, the rumble of the motors, cotton rubbing cotton, the button on a pair of jeans dinging the side of the barrel.  ‘That’s bullshit,’ Tony says. ‘You always want to talk to me.’ As true as that usually is, this time it rings discordant and tense. Peter clenches his jaw. ‘Not really,’ he says. ‘You just sorta assume that.’ ‘Of course I do. I make for lovely conversation.’ ‘Eh.”
Head’s On The Fritz by augustheart
Summary: "Hello?’ ‘Tony?’ ‘The one and only. What’s up, kiddo?’ The answer rises up in Peter's throat. Stops at the back of his tongue and wobbles there, heavy and leaden. He wants to spit it out, to cough it into the unbearable silence, to not be loud—but, to be steady. ‘I—’ he says. He trembles. ‘Can you—come over? Please?" Or: Tony makes things better
Hold Me Together by An_Odd_Idea
Summary: “Peter still doesn’t feel quite solid. Sometimes Tony can’t believe he’s really there either. They cope.”
I Have You by sweetspiderstew
Summary: “Tony has Peter all to himself, and there's nothing else like some good quality time in the workshop, but little mishaps happen, and there's a lot of hugging.”
I’ll Be Right Here by An_Odd_Idea
Summary: “Peter has a nightmare, and Tony goes to be sure he’s okay. It’s not the first one of its kind.” 
It Came At Night by Marvelous_Writer
Summary: “What’s supposed to be a normal weekend visit to the Compound turns into one of disaster when unexpected visitors show up." (Set after Spider-Man: Homecoming) Whumptober Day Five: Gunpoint
It’s Time to Leave (and Turn to Dust) by hopeless_hope
Summary: "We’re going to help you, I promise, but you’ve got to trust me. Do you trust me?’ Peter looks at his mentor, fear written across his face. He raises a shaking hand back to Tony’s chest, and Tony places his hand over the kid’s. Peter closes his eyes and feels the hard surface of the arc reactor against his palm.  Peter doesn’t like soft things, but this isn’t soft. It’s solid and steady and strong and feels like a truth he can believe in. It feels like presence.  ‘Yeah, I trust you." (In which Peter has trouble coping with the events of Infinity War, but a certain Tony Stark is there to help.)
Meltdown by inkinmyheartandonthepage
Summary: “You said two-thirty,’ Peter said, acting as if he hadn’t heard Tony. ‘I forgot that you changed it to two thirty and not three.’ Tony took a step towards Peter. ‘Hey, Pete. It’s fine. You’re not that late kiddo. Hell, I’ve been to board meetings hours late.’ The joke didn’t land, and Peter’s eyes started to well with tears. He took in a hiccupping breath. ‘Oh god. I forgot. I forgot." Or: Peter isn't coping after Titan and has been doing everything to keep busy and not think about it. Everything comes to head when he forgets that a time was changed in his busy schedule leading to a meltdown.
Mine, And Yours by crowkag
Summary: “Is it Peter?’ He was met with loaded silence. The anxiety spark became an anxiety plunge and twist. ‘Happy. Is it Peter?’ ‘It’s… well. Who else would it be, right?’ ‘Hogan.’ He hated this. The spark, the plunge, the twist. The tension creeping from his shoulder blades, clawing down arms both flesh and metal, somehow, someway, and bunching up inside his palms. The hysteria of it all. ‘It’s—alright, I won’t sugarcoat it. The kid’s alive, but he got shot, Tony. Twice." Or: Tony reunites with Peter in a less-than-ideal manner.
Relax, Just Breathe by hailfire_73
Summary: “Tony,’ said Peter, lifting his head from the glass, his stubbornness spent. ‘I don’t feel so—’ ‘Do not,’ said Tony, through gritted teeth, and meeting Peter’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He had just one hand on the steering wheel as he drove them into the night. ‘Finish that sentence.’ Morgan leaned over, hung out of her booster seat, and whispered, ‘It gives dad attacks." Or: The Starks go on a road trip that goes wrong when Peter gets food poisoning from questionable carnival food.
Scars Can Heal And Reveal Just Where You Are by parkrstark
Summary: “Jesus Christ, Pete,’ the voice says again, and it's not just a voice. It's a voice that belongs to the shadow. The shadow is light in the dark. It's warm. ‘What are you doing on the floor? You're lucky you're by your bed or else it would have been you breaking my fall.’ Peter blinks at the shadow and can't tell if he's comforted or irritated by the new company. ‘What? No quip about me breaking a hip?’ There's silence. ‘Peter?" 
Shots Ring Out by itsluckyyou
Summary: “Peter Parker had training. Training to deal with robbers, petty crime, and possible alien invasions. Nothing could have possibly trained him for this, though." Or: There's a shooter wandering the halls of Midtown School of Science and Technology.
The Pills (They Gotta Go) by searchingforstars
Summary: “Tony. What are these?’ Tony glances up. Sees the packs of pills clenched in Peter’s fist. He’s sure some of them must be dust judging by the force that Peter is holding them with. ‘My pills?’ ‘Why are they sitting at the back of the pantry?’ Peter asks, voice dangerously low." Or: Tony decides taking his medication is optional. Peter strongly disagrees.
We All Have A Hunger by MotherKarizma
Summary: “Morgan,’ he croaked, throat afire, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Hey—hey, it’s okay, I’m just…’ ‘You’re sick.’ She mustered up something like bravery, using it to straighten her back and plaster a very grown-up look on her face. ‘I’ll get Daddy!’ ‘No!’ Morgan jumped, eyes wide. Peter fought to calm his voice. He offered her a smile that couldn’t have been convincing, not even to a five-year-old. ‘No, you don’t have to. I feel better  now. You don’t have to tell him.’ Morgan’s lips wobbled. Peter knew what her fake pout looked like well enough to know this wasn’t it. ‘Petey…’ Peter had a lot of reasons to feel guilty. He felt guilty for scaring her. He felt guilty for forgetting to lock his bedroom door, for making scaring her a possibility. He kind of, in a way, felt guilty for doing it in the first place, though not nearly enough to stop. But more than anything, he felt guilty for this: ‘Morgan, promise me you won’t tell him. He…he won’t let us swim anymore if you do. And I’m not sick, my tummy just hurt a little bit, but I’m all better now. Promise me you won’t tell him, okay?’ ‘But…’ ‘Morgan. Promise.”
We’re Here by An_Odd_Idea
Summary: “Comfortember prompt 3: Nightmares Peter has nightmares about when Thanos stabbed Tony on Titan”
Who Needs a Happy New Year When You Can Have a Happy Forever? by searchingforstars
Summary: “Peter's already feeling insecure about his place in Stark family holiday traditions, but it turns out it doesn't really matter because New Year’s Eve is significantly less fun when you’re a pair of PTSD-riddled superheroes, anyway." Or: Tony has a panic attack in a Burger King.
Without You (I Was Broken) by parkrstark
Summary: "How did you get shot? You just webbed me up 5 stories from being shot!’ ‘D-Didn’t know it was coming.’  ‘Dammit, Peter! This isn’t the first time your spidey sense hasn’t worked. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt because Rhodey told me I was being insane. Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t always working? You shouldn’t go out into battle like this when your powers are being wonky and—’ ‘You’re here.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re here.’ He takes a deep breath. ‘I don’t...I can’t really feel the danger when you’re around."
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peterstrk · 25 days
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“When will you stop calling me Mr. Stark?”
“I don’t know… never? It is your name, yeah?”
“Uh-huh, I know it, but Pete, you know you can call me Tony, right? Or anything you want, for that matter. You have my permission, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, I like it! Anything I want, huh, Dr. Stark?”
“Ugh… I brought that on myself, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. However, I have a question to ask you.”
“Sure, ask away.”
“Um, I know it sounds silly, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve lived all these moments with others too. And no, I don’t judge you or anything, but it’s just… everyone you’ve ever been with has had the privilege to call you by your name and just… ugh, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Mr. Stark, I truly do. But I want to come up with something that would be only mine! And I’m rambling again, I’m sorry… Anyway, my question is, can you wait for me to do that, please?”
“Oh, Pete, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry you’ve gone through so much distress because of it. But Pete, sweetheart, the love of my life, never, you hear me, never question yourself around me, okay? I can’t change my past actions, but I don’t even remember their names, honey. You are the one for me… all I can think about all day is you and just how much I love you.”
“It’s always Peter,” Tony whispered, looking deep into Peter’s eyes and leaving faint kisses across his face. Peter’s bright, relieved smile reassured Tony that everything would be alright.
“Thank you…I think I came up with something for just us. What do you think of Anthony?” Peter said teasingly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. Tony’s eyes lit up with amusement. He was all too eager to hear his boyfriend call him that.
“I love it, Peter. Anything you want, sweetheart, anything you want,” he replied with a hint of amusement. If anyone who knew him saw him now, they could easily tell how fond he was of the young pretty man standing before him.
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slut4tangerine · 1 year
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Co parenting concept incoming 🙂
Drew chaperoning Amelia’s kindergarten zoo trip and one of the moms can not take a hint that he’s not interested
Also may I formally be known as 🧑🏻‍🎤 Anon?
hello, sweet 🧑🏻‍🎤 anon! thank you for the concept💕
take a hint
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— pairing: dad!Drew x Amelia
— type: fluff
— summary: Drew’s field trip to the zoo with Amelia doesn’t go as planned.
— a/n: just a cute lil daddy/daughter moment :)
— warnings: non-con touching (not sexual) // if i missed anything, please let me know
— Drew’s POV —
I held Amelia’s little hand as we passed the gates of her school’s entrance, walking right to her classroom. It was filled to the brim with more 6 year olds than I’ve ever seen before.
From the moment we entered the class, all eyes were on us. Sure, it’s not everyday you see a 6’2 guy walking around, but all of the sudden attention from the parents scared me.
I was dragged away from the entrance by Amelia as she brought me along to say hi to one of her friends.
“Cami! This is my daddy!” Amelia exclaimed as a smile took over her face.
“Hi Cami. It’s nice to meet you” Amelia suddenly slapped my leg to get me to bend down to her height as she whispered “Don’t be rude, daddy. Say hi to her mommy” I nodded at her sudden bossiness.
“Hi, I’m Drew. You must be Cami’s mom?” I held my hand out to greet the woman in front of me.
“I’m Carly, Cami’s mom. Nice to meet you, Drew” She smiled awkwardly at me. It was kind of scary if I’m being completely honest.
She was beginning to speak again when we heard the announcement to begin boarding the buses for the schools field trip to the local zoo.
Amelia grabbed my hand as we made our way onto the bus. All parents were instructed to sit closest to the aisle, which meant all children sat next to the window. This led to Cami and Carly sitting in the seats next to us. Though Cami and Amelia were further away from each other than they would’ve liked, this only made me and Carly sit closer than I would’ve liked.
She had started speaking to me and I wasn’t fully paying attention. I was talking to Amelia about the different animals she wanted to see today. I guess Carly still assumed that me and Y/n hadn’t gotten back together because she started asking questions about my personal life.
“You seem like such a sweetheart” she said as she placed her hand on my arm. “Are you available tonight for dinner?” she kept her hand in it’s exact spot before beginning to mess with the light hairs on my arm.
I gently grabbed her hand and moved it off of me before answering her.
“No, ma’am. I’ve got plans tonight” I forced a smile as I looked back toward Amelia to continue our conversation. I wasn’t lying, I did have plans for tonight with Y/n and Amelia.
“Oh that’s a shame… What about tomorrow night?” She now placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at her before, once again, removing her hand.
“Sorry but I’m not interested, Carly” I scooted as far away from her as possible as I apologized to Amelia for cutting off our conversation.
Carly didn’t try speaking to me anymore for the rest of ride to the zoo. We all got off the bus and we got placed into groups. Unfortunately for me, we got stuck with Cami & her mom. I tried to suck it up and not ruin the day for Amelia but it was really difficult.
Carly’s voice began to annoy me after only a few short hours of knowing her. Anywhere me and Amelia went, hand-in-hand, Carly & Cami followed close behind. We couldn’t get a break, specifically I couldn’t get a break.
After exploring the zoo for about 2 hours and seeing so many animals, our group made it to the final exhibit: The Crocodiles. Amelia was absolutely fascinated by these animals. I carried her on my shoulders so she could get a better view of the creatures in-front of her.
While listening to Amelia tell me all about the crocodiles, I felt an arm swing around my torso and I tensed up. I turned around and saw Carly, not caring at all that she was invading my personal space or being disrespectful.
I slowly carried Amelia off of my shoulders and told her to wait one minute as I turned my attention back to Carly.
“Carly, can you please stop? I-” I spoke before a lighter voice interrupted me.
“Misses Cami’s mom, keep your hands to yourself!” Amelia shouted as she stepped in front of me and pointed toward Carly, causing her to immediately remove her arm and hold them up in defense.
“Can’t you take a hint, woman?” Amelia threw her hands up in the air dramatically. “You know, if my mommy were here, she would have no problem putting you in timeout for being a bad girl” She scolded the grown woman in front of her as I struggled to keep in a laugh.
“Oh wait- I didn’t know you guys got back together-” Carly attempted to defend herself.
“You should’ve stopped the first time I told you that I wasn’t interested, Carly. Plus, you’ve known that me and Y/n got back together because you and every other mother here talk about us. Please just leave us alone” And with that, I grabbed Amelia and we walked back to the bus, not speaking to anyone.
Carly & Cami didn’t try speaking to either of us for the rest of the day, though I’m 95% sure Cami didn’t talk to Amelia because her mom told her not to.
“I’m sorry for ruining your field trip, princess” I apologized to Amelia who was busy comparing our hand sizes.
“It’s okay, daddy. Plus I got to be a big girl like mommy and tell people what to do!” She squealed as she shook her arms in excitement. I could only smile at how extra she was… just like her momma.
“Oh and that reminds me, thank you for sticking up for me today” I held her close as i held her wrap her little arms around me as much as possible.
“Of course, daddy. Anything for you” She smiled into my chest.
“Just wait til mommy finds out” Amelia giggled into my chest causing us both to erupt into full-blown laughter.
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thestarkerisobvious · 7 months
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Wanna read a REALLY dark
Tony/Peter/Quentin fic?
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“We are just alike, Peter,” Quentin continued, holding Peter’s arm behind his back and using his free hand to old Peter’s fingers outstretched, forcing the hand to stay open as he rutted against it.  “You’re selfish , like me.  Too selfish to help Tony when he needed you most.  And now he’s dead, all because you were too damn selfish to intervene.”  
“That’s not true, I didn’t have any time,” Peter argued, desperately trying to pull his hand away.  Quentin was rock-hard and grinding against his palm.  And now, oh god now Quentin’s trousers were around his knees…
“You lie,” the man was growling as he pulled his trousers down with his free hand.  “Your senses made everything move in slow-motion.  You saw it coming.  You saw him flip the stones into his gauntlet while Thanos was distracted by Captain Marvel.  You had plenty of time…”
He held Peter’s hand open again and leaned into it.  Peter cringed as he felt Quentin’s bare phallus press against his palm again and again.  There was a wetness now, and Peter did not want to think about where it came from.  The real Quentin was moaning, his head thrown back, relishing the sensation.  But the voice – that accusing voice – continued from overhead.
“…you could have taken the gauntlet from him.  You could have made the snap yourself.  But you didn’t.  You let him make the play, knowing he could never survive the play.  But you let him do it.  You let him die.”
Peter moaned and tried to hide his face against the floor.  He was beyond fighting.  Quentin sensed it and wrapped Peter’s limp fingers completely around his cock, moaning as he worked their hands together.
“Selfish,” he gasped breathlessly as he pulled away.  “Just like me.”
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graceful-starker · 1 year
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You’re More Than Just a One Night Stand (Redo)
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OG Prompt: Uhmm I dont know if this might make u uncomfortable, but I was thinking about a married!Tony cheating Pepper with Peter (he loves her but they are not in a good moment), and Peter accidentally (or not) leaves a hickey maybe too visible
Summary: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts have the most famous on again-off again relationship in the world. Peter Parker sees his opportunity and takes it. 
Warnings: Cheating, unhealthy relationships, emotional manipulation, angst with a (starker) happy ending, alcohol mention, angst.
Notes: This is part of my New Years’ Resolution project (Guess what my New Years resolution is next year? To finish this list :P ) Anyway, people really liked this one, but thought that it would be better if I redid it now, because of how much my writing has improved over the years. 
Word count: 7,714
~~~
Tony groans as he’s shaken awake, feeling the ache in his back before he even opens his eyes. Falling asleep at his desk is no longer a manageable task for his body, it would seem. 
He stretches and blinks slowly, wincing at the fluorescent lights. “Oh, god,” Tony groans again, turning to look at who woke him up. “Hey, kid,” he sleepily greets Peter. 
Peter smiles sadly at him. “You fell asleep in the lab again, Mr. Stark,” he states. And if the worry in Peter’s eyes didn’t look so real, so much like he actually cared, Tony might have snarked him for stating the obvious.
Instead, he just gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile and straightens up. “Pep kicked me out again,” he explains. He stands and starts to shuffle towards the coffee maker he keeps in the lab. “We’re broken up. Again. I give it twenty-four hours, honestly, this was a stupid reason to get mad at me, all things considered.” He was rambling, and he knew it. He always tries to keep his problems away from Peter, to not worry the younger man. He has a feeling he’s embarrassingly bad at it. 
He’s surprised when he turns around and sees Peter right behind him, brows furrowed with a mix of worry and something Tony couldn’t quite decode in this context. Tony almost spills his coffee over Peter, but manages to steady the cup with a gasp. “Kid? What the hell-”
“This isn’t healthy,” Peter says softly. “She can’t keep doing this to you.”
Tony shrugs and looks just over Peter’s left shoulder, taking a sip before responding. “She puts up with my bullshit, I sleep in the lab sometimes. It isn’t as bad as it looks.”
“She’s hurting you,” Peter says, hesitating before touching Tony’s arm gently. “Not just emotionally, either. Your back hurts for days after you sleep at your desk.” The fact that the kid even knows that means Tony is as terrible at hiding his problems as he thought he was. 
Tony shrugs again, but doesn’t move away from the comfort the boy is providing. “It’s real sweet of you to worry, Pete, but I’m really okay. ‘sides, she’s the only one that’s been willing to put up with me for more than a night,” he tries to turn the mood lighter, teasing himself so Peter will smile. 
Instead, the worry is replaced with a mixture of anger and...and that emotion Tony can’t make sense of. “That isn’t true, Mr. Stark. I would--I know tons of people who would kill for a chance to be yours. And she’s taking advantage of it...she’s taking it for granted, acting as if you’ll always be there to take her back.”
Tony works his jaw. Emotions aren’t his strong suit, and being vulnerable is his worst nightmare. “Well, I will. I love her. There’s no one else.”
Peter swallows thickly, eyes flickering between Tony’s. “What if there was someone else?” Peter whispers. 
Tony shakes her head. “There isn’t. No one else would put up with me, so it’s fine if she hurts my feelings every once and a-”
“I wouldn’t ever hurt you, if you were mine,” Peter says boldly, staring deeply into Tony’s eyes. Ah, that’s what that emotion was. “I wouldn’t ever give you up, even for one day. I wouldn’t ever make you feel anything less than my god damn sun, my universe.”
Tony’s mouth drops open, lips slightly parted as he takes in the words. He puts his coffee mug down, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks Peter over. “But I’m not yours, I’m hers.” He doesn’t want to hurt Peter, but it’s the truth. He and Pepper both know a break up is only temporary. 
A flicker of hurt at the dismissal, but the kid is quick to regain his footing. “Not right now,” Peter whispers, stepping closer, getting bolder. “You’re single right now. You don’t have to take her back, when she calls for you. You’re single.”
“Not for long,” Tony protests weakly. 
“You’re single,” Peter repeats, his lips a mere inch away from Tony’s. “Aren’t you?”
Tony lets out a shaky breath, looking down to Peter’s lips. The earlier words were so beautiful, so perfectly what Tony has always wanted to hear from Pepper. And his lips are so enticing, so pink and beautiful, and...and you know what, Pepper did break things off between them, didn’t she? She can’t be angry at anything he does anymore, he’s a free man. Right?
Fuck it. 
Tony leans in that extra inch, connecting their lips softly. He waits for the feeling of guilt to leech into his brain, for the need to be loyal to Pep to hit him.
But it never does. 
Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s shoulders, gently resting them so he isn’t holding on or pushing away. Tony isn’t as gentle. He wraps his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him flush against his own body. 
Peter gasps softly into the older man’s mouth, one hand sliding up to tangle into the older man’s hair. Tony releases a contented sigh, allowing the younger man to slide his tongue along Tony's lips. 
Eventually, Tony opens his lips and allows Peter in, enjoying the feeling of their tongues gliding together. They both get lost in it, time seeming to exist outside of them. 
Tony only comes back to his senses when Peter starts to kiss down Tony’s neck. The older man is breathless, both from the kissing and the way Peter’s lips feel against his neck. “Oh, fuck,” Tony breathes, grinding their hips together. 
Peter whines at one particularly rough thrust, biting down where Tony’s neck meets his shoulder. Tony groans softly in Peter’s ear, pulling roughly at his hair. “Careful,” Tony warns. 
Peter licks over the mark in apology, sucking a mark right above it instead. Tony sighs in half annoyance, but doesn’t want the boy to stop. 
He simply enjoys the attention, enjoys the touches, enjoys the memory of the words Peter had murmured earlier. 
It wasn’t until Peter started to rub at Tony’s cock through his pants he realized he needed to stop this before it got too far. If he hasn’t fucked it all up already. “Pete,” he whispers.
“No,” Peter argues, moving his lips up Tony’s neck. He kisses at Tony’s jaw instead. 
Tony sighs, pulling away gently and kissing Peter’s lips. “I can’t do this to you, Pete. I’m always going to choose her. And you’re too important to me to lose.” He cups Peter’s cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over Peter’s jaw. “We should stop while we still can.”
Peter scoffs at that, keeping Tony’s hand cupped to his cheek by cupping his own hand over Tony’s. “I’m not like Pepper, I’m not holding my mere presence as a bargaining chip to get what I want.”
Tony pulls away at that, sighing heavily. He doesn’t like Peter insulting Pep, but the words still make him feel warm inside. Knowing he doesn’t have to be afraid of Peter leaving him...is this what Pepper feels like? 
Tony kisses the boy once more, and sighs softly. “My point still stands, Peter. I’m going to end up with her, sooner or later.”
“And I’ll be here,” Peter starts, finally pulling away but holding Tony’s hand. “Waiting for when she dumps you again.”
~
Tony has started to feel more and more guilty the longer he doesn’t tell Pepper about Peter. 
When she first called him back to the penthouse, telling him he was forgiven and they could get back together, he had hesitated. 
Pepper had shifted uncomfortably. “Well?” she had pushed.
Tony had sighed, and pulled down his shirt. It was just far enough to show the hickeys. “I don’t know if we can keep doing this, Pep.”
Pepper had simply sighed in annoyance. “So you got a one night stand while we were broken up, so what? Is she worth ruining everything we have over? Are you not going to take me back because of some whore that spreads her legs for you as soon as you ask?”
Tony had ground his teeth together, but made a quick decision not to out Peter. “No, Pep, that isn’t what I...I mean...Pepper, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep feeling like I’m absolutely nothing to you. I can’t do this anymore.” Not now that Peter has shown him what he wants in a committed relationship.
Pepper had rolled her eyes. “Did she tell you that shit? She just decided I treat you like shit, huh? You’re going to let that whore tell you about our love life?” Pepper walked over and sat in Tony’s lap, her arms resting gently over Tony’s shoulders while one hand slides up Tony’s neck and cups the back of his head. “I love you, and I always will. No matter what happens. No matter what we go through, no matter how much you or I fuck up. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is that you and I belong together. Forever.”
Tony had melted into the words, looking up at her with adoration, but was unable to keep the conflict off of his face. “Pep...”
“Just tell me you love me too, and everything else goes away,” she had whispered.
“I love you,” Tony had said easily, and he had meant it. He did love her. He just...he knew he betrayed her. Far more than she thought he did. He didn’t have a one stand stand with a whore, he made out with a close friend. Someone Pepper has met multiple times, someone who has come up to their penthouse and had dinner with them. Someone Tony spends a good chunk of every day with. 
And then there was Peter, too. He had said he wasn’t going to hold Tony’s momentary weakness over their relationship, but Peter can’t help himself. He can’t help the longing stares, or the lingering touches, or the way his eyes light up whenever Pepper dumps Tony again. 
“Peter,” Tony had finally said one day, when the hand Peter had on Tony’s back slipped downwards. “You gotta stop. I’m sorry, but you gotta stop.”
Peter had only sighed, and pulled his hand away. He scratched the back of his neck with it. “You’re single again,” Peter whispered. 
Tony didn’t say a word, only rubbed a hand over his face. 
“You’re single again,” Peter said louder. “So what’s the harm in a one night stand?”
“The harm,” Tony said loudly, putting both hands on the desk a bit harsher than necessary. But then sighed and lowers his voice, looking into Peter’s wide eyes, sadness taking over his own. “The harm is...you’re more than just a one night stand, Peter. I can’t do this, because once I do, I’ll never stop. And the only thing I’ll do is hurt one or both of you, more deeply than any person should ever be hurt. And I don’t want to be that kind of monster.”
Peter had accelerated his breathing with every word, until he was practically gasping for air by the end. “You love me,” Peter accused. No, not accused...begged. He begged Tony for the words to be true, both with his eyes and his tone. 
Tony hung his head, shoulders slumping in shame. “Don’t do that. Because I’ll still choose her, and you’ll still be heart broken.” He looks up at Peter again, feeling broken already. “And if you break, I’ll break.”
Peter just stared at Tony, looking both dejected and sad. “I want you, Tony. All the time. Every second of every day, I want you. And I won’t throw you away when you piss me off. I won’t reject you when you need me the most. And I’m not going to stop loving you just because you can’t love me back.” Peter’s voice breaks, and he steps forward, into Tony’s space. “I’m right here. Come and get me.”
Tony’s breath hitched, and then his resolve crumbled. He pushed forward, crushing their lips together in a kiss that was infinitely more intense than their first kiss. The first one was sweet, slow, gradually increasing in passion. This kiss was raw, hungry, and desperate. 
Tony is a terrible person. He’s hurting Peter, even if the younger man insists he isn’t. And he’s hurting Pepper. He’s hurting her in a way she doesn’t deserve, even after all the shit she’s put him through. 
But he can’t take it anymore. He loves them both, and he wants them both. And right then, in that short period of time, he could. He could have Peter, and the day after, when Pepper got bored of her little games, he would have her again. 
And he will hate himself for it, every second of every day.
~
Tony knew it was a mistake before he even slept with Peter. But now, all he can think about is the beautiful young man. The way his back arches when Tony nails his prostate right on. The way his face screws up in pleasure, and his nose scrunches so cutely when he’s just about to cum. The way his curls feel around Tony’s fingers. The way Peter’s body gets so warm, it feels like fire when Tony rubs against it. 
And now he knows. He knows what it’s like to be with Peter. He knows what it’s like to be with the man he loves. 
And he knows how god damn awful it feels to crawl out of his sweet, warm embrace and right into Pepper’s waiting arms. 
“You have more,” Pepper had said softly, pushing lightly on one of Peter's bite marks. 
“You left me,” Tony says back, but he keeps his eyes closed. If she looks into his eyes, she’ll know. He knows she’ll know. 
“I know,” she says softly. “Still.”
Tony shrugs. “If you leave me, I can do whatever I want. You don’t want me to, don’t leave me.”
Pepper kisses his cheek, before rolling over and turning off the light. “Just because we’re on a break doesn’t mean you don’t come back to me. You and I both know it isn’t a real break up. Tell yourself what you want, but when you sleep with whores, you’re still cheating on me.”
Tony bites his tongue. He bites, and he bites hard, until he tastes blood and he hears her even breathing. “Not a whore, honey,” he whispers, knowing she won’t hear. 
~
Tony was guilt ridden. Pepper’s words had bothered him more than he thought they would. But she was right; they both knew it was just a game for Pepper. They both knew they weren’t really broken up. So Tony was a cheater, for sleeping with Peter. 
Tony nearly jumps out of his skin as Peter enters the lab, reviving him from his thoughts. He turns his guilty eyes on Peter, and suddenly he doesn’t feel as bad. 
Because Peter walks in, and he’s glowing. He’s whistling as he struts in, a giant pep in his step as goes to his station. Peter looks so beautiful, it makes Tony’s stomach drop. 
And then Peter puts his stuff down and turns those big, bright doe eyes on Tony. And a brilliant grin splits across his face, and he looks so genuinely happy that Tony can hardly help but to breathlessly smile back. 
“What’s got you so happy, kid?” Tony asks, fiddling with his wrench. 
Peter laughs softly, and it’s music to Tony’s ears. “I dunno, I just feel good. I feel great, actually. I have since Friday,” he says, unsubtly hinting to their affair. 
Tony laughs softly, but the guilt is starting to return. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment, to ruin Peter’s happiness for even a second. So instead of saying anything, he just stares at Peter with a smile on his lips and love in his eyes. 
Peter starts to blush after a moment and looks down, laughing softly once more. “What are we working on today, Mr. Stark?”
Tony allows himself to look just a few more seconds, before he tears his eyes away to look down at the plans. “Mark III for your suit. I think it’s finally time to give you a suit that never had training wheels, don’t you think?”
Peter had lit up again, this time in excitement instead of happiness. His face is just as beautiful. “Awesome! Lemme see,” he says, coming over and getting in Tony’s space. He looks over the plans, and Tony fights the urge to wrap an arm around the kid’s shoulders to make everything easier and less awkward. 
It’s going to be a long day. 
~
Tony laughs bitterly, rubbing a hand over his face. “What’s the reason this time, Pep? Did I skip a meeting? Did I forget to do the dishes? Did I not bring you flowers when you wanted them?”
Pepper snarls at him. Usually Tony just sighs and gets out, he never questions her. “Just get out,” she says, flicking her wrist dismissively. 
“No!” Tony says, standing up from where he had been sitting. “No, not unless you give me a reason, Pep. I’m tired of playing these games, they aren’t funny anymore.”
Pepper scoffs. “Of course they aren’t funny! Fine, if you want to know--yes, you missed a meeting. An important one, because you were too busy playing in the lab with the kid.”
Tony’s nostrils flare, and he stares her down. “Playing?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. “That’s what you call my job?”
Pepper scoffs again. “Yes, playing! Because you aren’t making anything for SI, you’re making his suit-”
“You know what?” Tony snarls, cutting her off. He grabs his coat, slipping it on and grabbing his keys. “We are done. We are done, Pepper. I’m done.”
She’s stunned into silence, and he’s gone with the door slammed before she unfreezes. 
He gets in his car and drives, drives and drives and drives until he’s gotten all the anger in his system out and all he’s left with is a bitter sadness. 
The truth is, he had always known, known, he was going to end up with Pepper. He wanted to marry her, and have kids with her, and always stay with her. But he just can’t take it anymore. The games, the hurt, the uncertainty. It’s all too much. 
Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s parked in front of Peter’s building. He shouldn’t do this, not when he’s hurting. Their first time had been so beautiful, filled with only want and desire, not guilt and sadness. He doesn’t want to ruin what he and Peter had over this. 
But he didn’t drive away in time. Because there was Peter, tapping on the passenger side window with a concerned look on his face. Tony sighs and rolls down the window. “Hey, kid,” he greets. 
Peter frowns, unlocking the door and getting in. Tony glares half-heartedly, knowing he wouldn’t actually be mad in any universe. “Mr. Stark?” he asks softly. “What’s going on?”
“I shouldn’t have come here,” Tony admits softly. He puts his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in frustration. “I didn’t actually want you to see me like this.”
Peter doesn’t say a word, only gently rubs at Tony’s right shoulder. Tony can practically feel the frown on the younger boy’s face. He shouldn’t be here. Peter is too good, too perfect for this. He’s too kind to hear what Tony needs to say.
“I think it’s really over this time,” Tony says, voice breaking. He shouldn’t be here, but he is, and he’s about to hurt Peter. 
Peter makes a sympathetic noise, letting his hand slide down Tony’s arm until he can carefully pull Tony’s hand away from his hair. He holds onto it, and Tony finally has the courage to look up at the younger man. “What makes you say that?” he asks softly. 
And Tony doesn’t deserve Peter. Because here Tony is, broken hearted over the woman who was keeping Tony from Peter, and he’s not celebrating. He isn’t pushing Tony to think it’s a good thing, or making a move. He’s just listening. Comforting. 
Tony doesn’t deserve this. 
“Because I told her I was done. And then I walked out.” He sniffs, and looks sadly at Peter. “I don’t know anymore, Pete. I feel both like I’m done and like I can’t live without her. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I...why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I just decide I’m done with her, and be done? Why does it hurt this much?”
Peter doesn’t say anything again. He just leans over and hugs Tony, petting his hair softly. “Maybe you aren’t done,” Peter says softly, voice breaking. “Maybe you love her enough to put up with things you wouldn’t for anyone else.” He pulls away then, still holding Tony’s hand and looking deeply into the older man’s eyes. “I would understand that.”
He knows Peter wasn’t trying to hurt him with those words. But he did. Because Tony is an asshole, and he is treating Peter like shit. Peter is dealing with things from Tony he would never, should never deal with from anyone else. He shouldn’t deal with it with Tony either, but he has decided to. 
Just like Tony is with Pepper. 
“Peter, “ Tony whispers, holding back sobs. “Peter, I-”
Peter shakes his head, squeezing Tony’s hand. “I know,” he whispers back. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”
Tony sniffs, thinking again about how much he doesn’t deserve Peter. “Invite me up,” he asks, sounding desperate and broken.
Peter laughs softly, sniffling himself and shakes his head. “Not tonight, Mr. Stark. I think you need to go home tonight.”
Tony looks away, down at the steering wheel, fighting the tears again. “Peter,” he begs again.
Peter only squeezes Tony’s hand, leans over to kiss his cheek, and opens the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Stark,” he says. 
Tony lets out a shaky breath, slamming his head into the wheel. He stays for another ten minutes after Peter goes back up, before going back home.
~
He and Pepper have been back together for a solid three months, longer than they ever have been before. And Tony has been happy, these last few months. He feels like Pepper was so scared by Tony leaving, she doesn’t want to push it.
The bad news is, he misses Peter. A lot. And Pepper isn’t pushing it, so he doesn’t have any excuses to sleep with the younger man. 
Peter has been more reserved lately. Ever since the night Tony parked in front of Peter’s apartment, he’s been more reserved and more...timid. 
Tony misses the carefree laughter. The blindingly bright smiles. The love in Peter’s eyes when Tony gives the man attention. 
Until one day, Tony just breaks. He can’t stand the lack of brightness in Peter’s eyes, and he misses Peter, and he just...snaps. 
“Peter,” Tony says softly, making the younger man look up from his project. 
“Yes, Mr. Stark?” He asks, looking up. And that does it for Tony. He can’t see the sadness there anymore. He doesn’t want to, and he knows how to fix it. Tony walks around the table, getting into Peter’s space. Peter’s breath hitches, and he looks up at Tony with wide eyes. “Mr. Stark?” he whispers. 
Tony puts his hands on Peter’s hips, swallowing the guilt he feels towards Pepper. “Peter,” he whispers back. 
Peter’s hands rest gently behind Tony’s neck, crossed at the wrists. His breath comes quickly, and his eyes light up. “Did you break up again?” he asks softly. 
Tony swallows, looking at Peter with hungry eyes. “No,” he says honestly. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Tony,” Peter whispers, eyes a conflicted mess. Tony knows Peter wants this, but he also feels guilty. Just like Tony.
“Kiss me,” Tony begs softly. “I want you, I want...I need you.” He doesn’t push the younger man, not willing to risk pressuring him. 
Peter looks like he’s fighting himself, his eyes conflicted. But then the want wins over, and he surges forward.
Tony holds onto Peter’s hips harder, pulling the younger boy closer to him. Peter moans into the kiss, tongue exploring Tony’s mouth. They grind into each other, until Tony lifts the younger man onto the desk and then Peter grinds into Tony’s stomach. 
Tony pants into Peter’s mouth, using Peter’s hips to encourage the grinding. He pulls away from the kiss, and Peter’s hands curl tightly into his hair. Tony shivers, kissing his way down Peter’s jaw and neck. The whines and moans the other man sings go directly to Tony’s core, and makes him feel even crazier and more desperate. 
They pull apart only long enough to take each other’s shirts off, and then they attack each other’s mouths again. 
Tony is momentarily distracted by the fierce kissing, but he eventually pulls away, panting into Peter’s mouth. He grins evilly, kissing Peter again once softly before falling to his knees. The action hurts more now than it would have if he were younger, but he doesn’t care that much. The gasp of happy surprise Peter emits is more than worth it. 
They spend hours together. Hours of making each other feel good, of moving together, of being one. All over the lab, every which way. No surface in here is without a memory now. No where in his lab is just the lab anymore. 
They end on the couch in the corner, Peter laying on top of Tony, panting together. Tony smiles up at Peter then, kissing him softly. He runs his fingers along Peter’s neck, satisfied with the marks he left behind. He asked Peter not to leave any where Pep could see, because he doesn’t want to deal with her knowing just yet. But he got to leave as many as he wanted on the younger man. 
“Tony,” Peter whispers, shivering at the touches. 
“Hm?” Tony asks softly, smiling happily up at him. Tony hasn’t felt so contented and happy in so long. 
“I love you,” Peter says softly. He takes Tony’s fingers, kissing them softly. 
Tony’s grin falters for just a moment, but he’s sure Peter caught it. He gets the smile back quickly, although it's slightly more bittersweet. “I love you too” he tells Peter truthfully. “I shouldn’t tell you, I shouldn’t do any of this to you...but-”
“It’s okay,” Peter lies, leaning down and kissing Tony again, feather light. “It’s okay. I’m always going to be here for you.”
Tony sighs softly. “I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.” 
Peter blushes and smiles at that, as if it was a compliment and not a warning. 
It had taken them a surprisingly long time to get up the energy to get up and dressed again. They were so happy in their little bubble. 
Little did Tony know that Peter ran into Pepper on his way out of the building. And even though Tony has no marks, no evidence on him that anything happened, Peter does. In plain sight. And Pepper had almost let it go, but then Peter had looked her up and down and smirked, and she knew. 
~
A few months after their affair started, things felt calm for Tony. Like for once, everything was going right. He had Pepper, he had Peter. Everything felt calm and nice and lovely. 
But of course, it couldn’t last. 
Tony sighs in annoyance, rubbing at his eyebrow. “Pepper.”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Pepper shouts, arms in the air. “I want you out, we’re done!”
Tony sighs and stands up, scratching at his beard. “Over a missed meeting?” he confirms. 
“Yes,” Pepper hisses, eyes narrowed. “Among other things.”
Tony shakes his head. “I thought we were past this, Pep. I thought we were done with the games.”
“And I thought you loved me!” Pepper shouts, tears in her eyes. 
Tony sighs again, and his obvious disinterest grates on Pepper. “I do love you, Pep. I skipped a meeting, that doesn’t mean-”
“I know who you’ve been cheating on me with,” Pepper finally says, eyes full of tears. They fall, and she looks downwards, crossing her arms over her chest. “You didn’t just skip a meeting, you were with your little whore.”
Tony grates his teeth together, eyes narrowing. “See, I know you’re full of shit, because if you knew who I used to cheat on you with you wouldn’t-”
Pepper scoffs, looking up again. And that’s it, that’s the look. Tony knew he was going to do nothing but hurt her. And somewhere along the way, he stopped dreading it. 
The pit of guilt in his stomach makes itself known now, though. And he, almost subconsciously, reaches out to touch Pepper, to comfort her. She leans into it, shaking her head in anger. 
“I know who it is. I know. I don’t want you to spend time with him anymore.” Pepper tightens the cross of her arms. 
“Pepper, you can’t...you can’t expect me to just...” Tony’s breath comes quicker, and he realizes the idea of losing Peter; not just giving up on the idea of bing with him, but never seeing him again...it makes him feel hollow inside. 
“You don’t love me anymore!” Pepper accuses yet again. “You’d rather have that little skanky intern of yours over-”
“Peter is not a ‘skanky little intern’” Tony growls, pulling his hand away. “You like Peter, you’ve always called him smart and a hard worker-”
“That was before I knew he was a home wrecker-”
“What home?!” Tony yells, voice breaking. He almost regrets the words, but he sets his jaw and takes a deep breath. “You left me every other day. You made me feel like shit. You made me feel like I was worthless, like I didn’t mean anything to you. I have never felt safe or secure in this relationship, how can you call that a home?”
Pepper has tears streaming down her face, and her mouth is set in an angry frown. “And Peter...what? Makes you feel like you have a future with him? A pretty little thing half my age, who sleeps with the boss as soon as there’s trouble in paradise, you see a future with him?” She uncrosses her arms and starts to stalk Tony into the wall. “That’s the future you envisioned for yourself?”
“No!” Tony says, eyes full of anger and sadness and loss. “I pictured you and me. I pictured you marrying me. I pictured us having kids. I pictured building you a house, and raising our kids in it. I wanted to marry you! But you kept leaving me, and I didn’t feel-”
“Yes,” Pepper says, eyes wide and breath rapid.
Tony blinks in confusion. “What?” he asks, sounding dejected. 
“Yes, I’ll marry you. And you can build me a house and knock me up and we can go far away from here. Just you and me. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Pepper leans forward and connects their lips softly. 
Tony shakes his head when she pulls away. “I wasn’t done, I wasn’t pro-”
“I don’t care,” Pepper says, wiping her tears. “If you want that future, marry me. I’ll get word to the press, it’ll be the headlines tomorrow. Do you still love me? Do you still want me? Do you still want that future?” She cocks an eyebrow, lashes still wet with former tears. 
Tony swallows heavily, unable to deny the truth. “Yes,” he whispers. 
Pepper nods. “Then I’ll marry you. And you’ll get rid of the skank.” She turns on her heel, phone already to her ear, as she walks into their bedroom area. 
Tony lets out a heavy breath, putting his head in his hands. 
~
Pepper was right, of course. Every single headline in every single news network was about the world’s favorite on again-off again relationship finally committing to each other and tying the knot. 
Tony is sitting at his desk in the lab, head in his hands. Every time he looks up, he sees somewhere he and Peter did something together. Every time he thinks about it, he misses Peter. And then he thinks about how he will never see the boy again, and he’s trapped, and he doesn’t know what to do anymore. 
He winces as the door opens, and sighs heavily. “I said I want to be alone, Pepper, just leave me alone!” He can’t help the agony in his voice. He knows he’s being terrible to his future wife, but she was terrible first.
“Mr. Stark,” Peter’s voice breaks on his name, and Tony’s head shoots up.
Peter has obviously been crying. His eyes are red rimmed, and his hair is a mess. Tony’s own tear filled eyes meet Peter’s, and they both just stare for a moment. 
“Peter,” Tony croaks, taking in all of Peter. It feels like this might be the last time.
“You’re marrying her,” Peter accuses. Because that’s really the only word for it. It’s not a statement or a question. It’s an accusation. 
Tony takes another gulp from his tumbler, finishing off the glass and pouring himself another. He doesn’t like getting drunk anymore, but it feels like an understandable exception. “Apparently,” Tony answers. 
“You don’t have to,” Peter says, tears still streaming down his face as he gets closer. “You can leave her.”
Tony rubs at his forehead, trying to think. “I know. I don’t know. I just-I...I don’t know.”
Peter goes closer, pushing Tony away gently from the desk and climbing into his lap. “Tony,” he starts, throat thick with tears.
Tony shushes him, kissing his shoulder softly. “I know. I know, baby.”
Peter shakes his head. He cups Tony’s cheeks, forcing the older man to look into his eyes. “I’ve been patient, Tony. I’ve waited for you to realize how much you don’t like her. I’ve sat aside while you went back to her every single time you left my bed. I supported you, and I gave you good advice, and I put you back together again when she broke you.”
Tony has his own tears in his eyes now. “Peter-”
“I can keep being patient,” Peter sobs, putting their foreheads together. “I can stay. I can wait. I can handle this, I can-can....” he hiccups, and lets out a shuddery breath. “I know I can do this, Tony. But I...marriage is so final, Tony. I don’t think you’ll ever leave her if you marry her. I’ll always be here, but is marrying her what you want? Is being stuck with her what you want?”
Tony closes his eyes, his own breath ragged with the pain he’s going through. “I love her,” he tries to desperately explain. 
Peter takes a deep breath, leaning back just enough so Tony can look up at the younger man. “Then I’ll stay,” Peter says, wiping away his tears. He’s trying so hard to put on a brave face, and it breaks Tony’s heart. 
Tony looks down after that, rubbing his thumb into Peter’s hip. “No...” the older man sniffs, looking up sadly at Peter. “She said I can’t see you anymore, if we get married. She found out it was you specifically, and she...she wants us to move away. She wants me to never see you again.”
Peter stiffens, and pulls Tony away. He looks into Tony’s eyes with fear. “No.” he shakes his head, sniffling loudly. “No, you can’t let her do that!” 
Tony lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back in for a kiss. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” Tony admits. “All I did was hurt you both. All I did was ruin everything. Just like I knew I would.”
“Don’t marry her,” Peter begs through a sob. “Stay with her if you need to but don’t--please don’t marry her.”
“She won’t stay with me if I don’t marry her,” Tony says brokenly. “I’ll lose her, and I...” Tony shakes his head, looking away from Peter’s fearful eyes. “I love her.”
“You love me too,” Peter begs. And the fact that he sounds even a little unsure makes Tony hate himself more than words can express. “Don’t you?”
Tony surges up then, capturing the younger man’s lips in a fierce kiss. It feels a lot more like their second time than their first. Full of desperation, need, want. He pulls away before it can get too far, nosing at Peter’s neck. “I do. I do love you. So god damn much, Pete. This would be so easy, if I didn’t love you.”
“Then if you love me, you-”
“Peter,” Tony says, sounding as agonized as he feels. “You don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better than me, so much better than what I’ve done to you.”
Peter pulls Tony back again, standing up and pulling Tony with him so they can be eye level. “I know. I know I deserve better, but I don’t care. I chose you, a long time ago.” His voice trails off, and he leans closer to the older man. “I can’t live without you, Tony,” he whispers. “Can you live without me?”
Tony opens his mouth to immediately deny it, but Peter shushes him. “No. Think about it. Can you live without me? Can you be happy without me? Can you marry her, and have kids with her, and never see me again?”
Tony closes his eyes, picturing that life. He can see most of it. Him and Pepper getting married. Him and Pepper holding a vague faced baby. Them living in a cabin. Away from it all, away from the Avengers, away from Peter.
But even in his make-believe, Peter free scenario, he can’t help but picture his favorite picture of them in the house. The one with Tony giving Peter the Stark Internship.
“No,” he says honestly, opening his watery eyes. “No, I don’t think I can.”
“What about her,” Peter prompts softly. He doesn’t look like the man he loves just told him he can’t live without him. He looks unbelievably sad. “Can you live without her?”
He tries again, this time replacing Pepper with Peter. Marrying Peter. Holding a baby with Peter. Living in the city with Peter. Raising a family with Peter. Seeing Pepper in every SI meeting, every call, every surface in the penthouse. She would be everywhere, even if they broke up. 
Tony hangs his head, wanting to just disappear. Wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. “She’s the CEO of my company,” he softly reminds Peter. “I would have to leave SI to avoid her.”
Peter laughs bitterly. “I’m not asking you to cut her out of your life, like she is me. I’m asking, can you see yourself happy with just me? Can you live without her as your lover, your girlfriend? Could you be happy with just me?”
And it’s like a lightbulb goes off in Tony’s head. His head shoots up and his eyes fly open.
Because yes, yes he can live with just Peter as his lover. If he doesn’t have to cut Pepper out of his life, he can happily belong to Peter and Peter alone. Because Peter has never given him ultimatums. Peter has never made Tony feel stuck, or trapped, or broken. Peter has only ever made Tony feel safe, and wanted, and respected, and loved. 
Tony surges up into Peter’s lips, holding the other man as close to himself as possible. Peter gasps into Tony’s lips, protesting for only a millisecond before melting into it. Tony pours all the love, adoration, and thankfulness he feels into the kiss. Because for the first time in...in maybe his entire life, Tony feels sure. 
He finally pulls away after what could have been minutes or hours, staring up at Peter in awe. “Yeah,” the older man says softly. “Yeah I can. I...I can.”
Peter sniffles, looking at Tony with teary, suspicious eyes. “Does that mean-”
“I’m not going to marry her,” Tony says quickly. “I’m going to end things between us, for good this time, and I’m...I’m going to leave her. And if you still want me, I want-”
Peter crushes Tony in a hug, eyes wide with both surprise and excitement. “I didn’t think you would choose me,” Peter gasps, burying his face into Tony’s neck. “I didn’t get my hopes up.”
Tony sobs once, and then laughs in relief. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’m so...I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize what I-”
Peter cuts him off with a kiss, then hugs him tightly again. “It’s okay,” Peter promises, sniffling as he does. “Worth it.”
Tony laughs softly, kissing Peter and pulling him close. He kisses the younger man deeply, but not too intensely. He doesn’t want it to get out of hand just yet, not when he’s still-
“This is why we are moving away,” Pepper’s low, warning voice sounds. 
Peter practically flies out of Tony's arms, unable to look Pepper in the face. 
But Tony can. 
Tony sighs in annoyance at Peter’s warmth being ripped away from him, and turns his gaze to her. “Didn’t I tell you not half an hour ago to leave me alone?” he asks coldly. 
Pepper mistakes his hostility for something it isn’t. She takes it as her winning, as Tony being upset his ‘last meeting’ with Peter was interrupted. “Sorry Tony, didn’t realize you and your little home wrecker were in the middle of something,” she sneers at Peter, and the younger man winces. 
It makes Tony see red. “Actually-”
“But if you don’t mind, slut, my fiancé and I have a lot of planning to get to. Planning the wedding, planning the house we’re going to move to, planning what we’re going to name our kids. My fiancé and I have a lot to do, so I’m going to have to cut your little seduction act short for the day, okay?”
Tony works his jaw, seething in anger. “Actually,” Tony says, louder this time. “There is no wedding to plan. We’re done.”
Pepper scoffs and rolls her eyes. “That’s what you said before you proposed to me,” she dismisses. “No more games Tony, let’s-”
“You’re right,” Tony cuts her off. “No more games. We are done, we are not getting married. I’m not choosing you, I choose Peter. I’m not living without him, and you aren’t taking him away from me.”
A spark of fear lights up Pepper’s eyes, and she darts her eyes from between Peter to Tony and back again. “No,” she says. “No, you agreed to marry me. You said you wanted to marry me.”
“I did,” Tony says, and his voice softens just a bit. No matter what she’s done to him, and no matter what realizations he’s had in the last few minutes, he can’t just turn off his love for her. The woman he was in love with for over a decade... “A part of me still does,” he admits. “But I’m not going to. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do these ultimatums and these games and the manipulation. We’re not getting married.”
Pepper’s nostrils flare in anger. “Fine, we won’t get married. But you can’t see Peter anymore, I need you committed to me.”
Tony smiles sadly, scooting closer to Peter and wrapping an arm around his waist. “No,” Tony says. “I’m not giving up Peter. Ever. I’m giving up you. We are done, Pep.”
Pepper’s breathing quickens. “Tony, you can’t just-”
Tony shakes his head, kissing Peter's hair. “I can. I love Peter, and I want to be with him. We’re done.”
Pepper’s hands shake, and she shakes her head in denial. “Fine, keep your little whore! Just don’t throw away what we-”
“Stop calling him a god damn whore,” Tony growls, sympathy slowly dissipating. 
“Keep us both,” Pepper says, ignoring Tony’s outburst. “Please baby, I love you! I’ve loves you for years, we belong together, remember? That’s all that matters, is that we love each other.” She steps closer, a hand outstretched in offering. “Please, baby, we love each other.”
And it’s so perfectly delicious. So perfectly exactly what he’s wanted for almost a year now. A nice, juicy worm wiggling away right in front of Tony’s face. 
But Tony isn’t a fish, and he knows the hook is attached. He knows it won’t last, and the games will begin again. Until she manipulates Tony again, and until she hurts Tony again. 
The older man looks down at Peter, seeing the building tears and the worry on his face. And Tony is again reminded of how perfect Peter is, and how much he doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, kind, loving person. 
Tony smiles at Peter, and then looks back to Pepper. “No,” he says softly. “I want Peter, and I want him alone. I love you, but I don’t want you anymore. I want to feel safe, and loved, and wanted, and secure. I love Peter, and I want him. I choose him. You told me to choose, I choose him.”
“Tony,” Pepper says, barely a whisper. 
“Effective immediately, our relationship is strictly professional. You are the CEO of my company, and I hold a lot of respect for you. But that’s all. Our relationship is no longer romantic or sexual of any nature.” Tony kisses the top of Peter’s head, pulling him even closer. 
Pepper shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t do this.”
“It’s already done,” Tony says with an air of finality. “Goodbye, Ms. Potts.”
Pepper scoffs, tears finally falling and she turns on her heel. She doesn’t say a word as she exits, slamming the lab door behind her.
Peter turns to Tony, looking at him with wide eyes. “Tony?” he whispers. 
Tony breathes, smiling down at the younger man. “That wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be.”
Peter sobs in relief, throwing himself into the older man and connecting their lips with a mixture of relief, happiness, hope, and love.
And Tony kisses him back, with equal intensity, feeling more sure than he has in his entire life. 
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lanyakea-universe · 2 years
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Starker - Young Master Tony and Mistreated Servant Peter
(English isn't my mother tongue)
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Howard bought a personal servant for his only heir.
A wonderful occasion that he only bargained for a mere handful of gold coins.
The boy was a clumsy, scrawny bastard, three years younger than his son. He had no father, he had no mother, and his guardians were only too happy to get rid of a mouth to feed when Master Stark knocked at their cabin.
He had been offered other chained servants free of charge as a token of appreciation for his mere presence near the horrid dump they called home, but really, Howard hated the prospect of rats swarming into his home and besmirching his possessions with their nasty paws. The young Peter was more than enough. And so, he retired with the miserable brat.
Howard took only a minute of his time to introduce the servant to his son - there wasn't much of a story about him that would require more time.
Peter, the brat, was only ten years old when he first attempted to smile at the young master.
Peter, the brat, was only ten years old when the young master broke his nose with his knuckles.
This was the way his greeting went.
Tears and blood.
The only remark that young master Anthony Stark received was the following: "Son. Don't get your hands dirty with your things. Don't ever do it. Use whatever you can, instead. Your cane, your leather belt, the rifle grip of your firearm. You can even order our brave hounds to chew on his meager ankle flesh. But don't tarnish your Stark hands."
Thus, Peter washed the blood from his face, and Anthony washed the blood from his hands.
The missions assigned to the servant were numerous. Too numerous for his juvenile shoulders, but the choice was not a luxury that belonged to him. This way, Peter found himself in charge of the entire mansion and whoever entered the premises.
Laundry, meals, dusting, reception, gardens, mails delivery... and more. Much, much more. There was always more. No breaks, never. Never for him.
Laundry, meals, dusting, reception, gardens, mails delivery... and more. Much, much more. There was always more. No breaks, never. Never for him.
The slightest mistake would easily lead him to count the purple dark marks on his hairless legs at night when Peter could fantasize about death in his room - Master Howard was merciful enough to grant him a personal space. The rat couldn't wander free under his roof when the moon was high amidst the clouds, it was a really a disgusting thought.
Peter's purpose in life was his daily service to the Starks. It was the well-being of his owners, his respectable masters to whom he owed absolutely everything. Oh, those were words so deeply engraved in his soul. His mission. His only duty.
But, more than anything else, the young boy had to devote himself to the young master.
While Howard was an adult surrounded by ladies and personal assistants, Anthony had no such privilege. The heir was most of the time a lonely teenager when his professors were not at home teaching him lessons carefully assigned by his father. He had no friends, and he had no hobbies of his own (Peter would argue otherwise, Anthony definitely had an interest in inflicting horrors-...)
Somehow Peter was just the toy that Anthony was free to play with and do with as he pleased.
A young master and his servant. That was their story.
They went through adolescence together, one in wealth and abundance, the other in misery and suffering.
Years in which Anthony was raised to follow in his father's noble footsteps while Peter remained silent and pretty.
It was not uncommon for the young master to use his servant to relieve his anxiety. At one point, he would not even use an excuse to rain down a storm of blows on Peter's body. He would do it because Peter existed, and his screams were beautiful. He would do it because Peter was his to play with. His.
Beating Peter was probably the Starks' heir's favorite activity. And since he was always so devilishly seduced by the idea of using his hands, he acquired a pair of leather gloves just for these occasions - there was nothing like the mark of his fingers on that marble skin.  
Marks on his skin, more marks on his skin - it was driving Tony crazy.
He wanted more, naturally. He wanted to have a taste of the forbidden fruit.
The first bite.
Masters usually never ventured into the servant's room, people like them had no business in a rat hole as inviting as a public latrine. However, one night Anthony broke this tacit rule. He entered, uninvited. And he closed the door behind him.
Peter, the brat, was only thirteen when it happened.
More blood.
Tony pressed a kiss to his forehead while he was still hovering over his servant, his mind foggy and his muscles shaking. "It wasn't that bad, huh? Don't tell my dad. He would..."
The young master swallowed, fear in his eyes.
"He wouldn't understand."
Peter never reported the incident. He never did. Just as he could never again find peace in his room now that this resting place had been defiled - the illusion of security had been burned to the ground.  
Silence was imposed on him anyway. No choice, no voice.
Anthony Stark, a flower in bloom, was discovering his growing body along with his desires, and imposed them all to the one who could not emit any opposition.
Then, true to the carnal reputation of the Starks, the young master became a ladies' man. He used his legendary charm to make his name heard until it hung on the lips of every damsel in the region, he made them come to his mansion, to his room. Peter would clean the sheets, lady after lady. He would keep his eyes closed when ladies became men, never questioning it, never evoking it.
The years became past and they both turned into young men living under the same roof.
Peter, always caring for his masters, as docile as ever, and Tony, always cruel, as creative as ever when it came to seeing his servant cry.
On Anthony Stark's eighteenth birthday, Howard introduced him to Christine Everhart, a beautiful young lady from a wealthy neighboring family whose father owned a diamond mine in India. The heir was instantly bewitched by the beautiful blonde locks, but Howard deemed it unnecessary to point out that the marriage had already been negotiated long before his son had the chance to discover her name.
Everyone complied with the head of the family's wishes anyway. Peter first.
With the arrival of Miss Christine came the arrival of her personal waitress, Michelle Jones. The change was sudden, but the Starks' servant did as he always did: he got used to it and did his best to stay in the good graces of his three masters, even if his duties were now lightened by MJ's strangely friendly presence (it was harder to adapt to it, the idea was absurd).
Miss Everhart felt no need to wear a glove to discipline him, although she preferred to use hunger and humiliation to touch him more deeply.
Most of the time, Howard was amazed by her mischievous mind. He watched her with a half-filled glass in hand and would sometimes offer his personal cane if she was ever in the mood to employ violence.
Anthony would remain silent when that occurred. He would watch.
Peter, the brat, was fifteen years old when he kissed someone he liked for the first time.
Michelle made him feel safe, which was a perfectly unknown and dangerous feeling. However, he didn't push it away. As long as they hid their relationship, everything would be fine.
After Anthony Stark and Christine Everhart's wedding, the days when the young master had to leave for work increased and eventually became the norm. When Tony would return home, there was always - always - a moment where he'd join Peter in his tiny room. Bad habits never die.
Peter, the brat, was only seventeen years old when his master hit him so hard he thought he would die.
Two days later, when he finally woke up, Anthony brought him breakfast in bed. No apology, no smile, but a breakfast placed in his lap.
The eggs were burnt, but Tony had made the omelet himself.
It was disgusting. Peter ate the whole thing.
And as soon as the servant was back on his feet, he fled with Michelle, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the blows would eventually end him. He fled the mansion, without any bags, in the darkness of the night, and something strange happened.
He hadn't expected to find his wanted notice on every signpost, on every wall, on every window in the city. Anthony Edward Stark was offering a million coins of gold for his capture.
Tony wanted him back.
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truebluedreamer · 1 year
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Chapter 3 (pt 1 of Tony's POV)
Title: no better love
Rating: E
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker, Ironspider)
WC: 10k, ongoing
Tags: aged-up Peter, fix-it, falling in love, angst, smut, etc.
Summary:
5 times Peter loved Tony Stark.
1 time Tony Stark loved him, too.
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choilaura · 10 months
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Stained Glass Heart - Part 2
"Someone's going to die here tonight, and its you!" Superior spoke, pulling Peters head back by those soft curls, yanking his head so those brown eyes were forced to look at the gargoyles on that roof, who seemed to wait for the show to begin..
Hey all! This is my follow up to Part one of 'Stained Glass heart' which is here, it basically spawned as a battle between Peter and Sim!Tony in Notre Dame cathedral, Paris! (This basically took me over a year to decide to finish this!)
"Shhh, don't you cry, Mr Parker, Its me, i'm here..sorry I left you for so long..I've been searching all universes for you, and I've finally found you, this city, has led me to you." Superior spoke, looking at Peter, tilting his chin up, those brown doe eyes were priceless. Pricelessly naive, Superior could make Peter fall for him,do as he wished, do anything. Peter sniffled, wiping his eyes. He could see the oldTony in that armor, such silver armour that reflected the colours of the stained glass windows all around them, twinkling like the colours of a christmas tree in a warm home, on a cold night. Even with those blue eyes, it didn't take long for Peter to lean into the hand on his cheek, and it took seconds, but Peter was a goner from the start. Peter had been nervous, but just the stillness of the cathedral, the twinkling of the candles, was enough to put him at ease. A sanctuary, like how he'd found sanctuary in Tony's chest, so long ago. A place of peace, solitude, safety. "It is beautiful in here, I was so scared I'd never see you again.." Peter whimpered, knowing he'd probably said that dozens of times in his babbling, emotional mess. "T-The tower! I saw..wait! That was you, wasn't it? you crashed into it when you got here, r-right?" Peter remembered, unsure if he sounded shaky or excited.
Superior only nodded slowly, the hand on Peter's wrist began to tighten its grip on him, and the mere motion caused Peter to wince and try to pull away. "W-what are you...urgh, Tony!" Peter whimpered, looking up at Superior again, something in him then shifted. "Isn't this place just stunning? Its the perfect place..." Superior spoke, causing Peter to raise a brow in curiosity. "Why..for...for what?" He babbled again. "For me to kill you..." Superior spoke, and Peter felt his blood run cold...
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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 years
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The Scent of His Cologne ch3
Marvel | Starker
When Peter was twelve years old he ran away from home. If only he would  have known that he wouldn’t see his father again for eight years. Now  he’s broke, living in an apartment the size of a closet and working  three jobs to get by. When he meets a handsome stranger at his weekend  job he thinks his luck might finally be starting to turn.
Warnings below
Peter skipped out on the club the following weekend. He didn't need the money and he didn't want to risk his father showing up again. He stayed home, under his blankets, crying. You would think after eight years it wouldn't hurt so much, but the fear, the betrayal, the abandonment, they were all still there. He barely ate anything. He didn't leave his bed. He just cried it out until it was time to return to the cafe. On Monday morning, Peter left his apartment and put on his usual smile. He was going to make the best of today just like he did every day. Just like he had made the best of everything that had come before. But there on the curb in front of his building was a shiny black omen on doom. His smile faded away. Happy Hogan stepped out of the car. He held his hands out in peace. "It's just me, kid." He walked around the car. The pain in his eyes broke Peter's heart. He stood there and let Happy come to him. Strong arms wrapped around him and he fell into his chest. "Happy," he sobbed. "It's okay, kid. You're okay." Peter wrapped his arms around him. He almost smiled. He wasn't as big as he remembered. Happy used to look like a giant to him. Now they were about the same height. "I can't believe we found you," Happy sighed. "I'm sorry it took so long." Peter sniffled. "It might have helped if you'd actually looked." Happy pushed him back with his hands on his shoulders. His expression was stunned. "If we actually looked? Peter I was out all night looking for you. One minute past curfew without hearing from you and I was out searching. I didn't come back until almost noon the next day and that was only because Tony threatened me. He said I wouldn't be any good to you if I didn't get any sleep. We both regretted me coming back at all. What if a minute more out on the street would have been enough to spot you?" He shook his head. His eyes teared up but he sniffed and straightened up. "Where have you been, kid? Tony said something about a strip club?" He raised his eyebrows in a scowl. "You're not being trafficked are you? You can tell me. I'll make them regret it." Peter laughed. "It's nothing like that, Hap. But, you said you looked for me?" "Yeah. Of course I did! Are you kidding? I can't believe you just asked me that. Of course I did. Me and nearly all of the boys. We were out searching for weeks. Tony- your poor father. He wouldn't eat for days. He lost so much weight he looked like a corpse. We had to threatened to call a doctor." Peter shook his head. "That's not true." Happy sighed. "Tony said you wouldn't believe me. He said you were too angry and hurt and I don't blame you. Of course you would be, but I'm begging you, kid. At least let him explain." Peter stared at the sidewalk. It still hurt so badly, but what Happy said didn't make any sense. He saw them. They were practically celebrating that he was gone. Tony was happy. He had been laughing. He hadn't wanted him. "You really looked for me?" Happy's frown deepened. "Tony wants to explain it all to you himself. I shouldn't say anything, but since you're still not convinced... it's about Obediah." Peter was stunned. "What about him?" "I promised Tony I'd let him tell you. He said he wanted to put all of the pieces together before he made any decisions." "Happy, what did Obediah do?" Obediah was a friend of Tony's father. He had been loyal to the family for over fifty years now. When he told Peter that Tony didn't want him, he had believed him without question just as his father had and his grandfather. He didn't want to hope that Obediah had lied, but if there was any chance that Peter could have his dad back... he couldn't resist. Happy stepped back. He grabbed the car door handle and pulled it open. "Come home and get your answers." ---------- Peter texted Gwen and let her know he'd be late. She chewed him out for it, but he just apologized and turned off his phone. He didn't need anything else to worry about. His mind was already too busy. They pulled into the garage beneath Stark Tower. Happy parked next to the elevator. No less then ten of Tony's people stood guard. One of them ran to get Peter's door. "Welcome home, Mr. Stark," they said. "Thank you," Peter said, but it didn't feel right. He wasn't really a Stark anymore. Yet, as he stepped into the elevator next to Happy, he was home. As he watched the numbers on the display grow Peter's throat began to feel thick. At least Tony wasn't at the club tonight. He wasn't sure he could handle seeing it again. He avoided the street it was on like the plague. He didn't feel angry this time. Just scared. What if he was wrong? What if he got rejected again? He shouldn't have come. It wasn't worth the pain. "I can't do this," he breathed. Happy put a hand on his shoulder. "Your father loves you, Peter. That might be hard to believe right now, but you can trust me." His words didn't stop him from feeling sick. He felt terrified. As if he were running for his life but he was standing still. Happy's hand stay on his shoulder and Peter focused on that. He trusted Happy. Happy would keep him safe. He always... almost always, had. Peter swallowed back his tears. He could face his father with tears in his eyes. He wasn't a kid anymore. It was time they talked like men. The elevator stopped at the top, but the doors didn't open until Happy punched in the code. It was still the same. Peter's birthday but backwards. His dad had come up with that when Peter started taking off on his own. Well, when he thought he was going on his own. Later he found out that Happy followed him everywhere. He had only ever stopped because Peter made him. Guilt twisted his stomach. Happy must have been worried sick when he took off. The doors slid open and Happy stepped out, but Peter hesitated. "Hey, Happy?" "Yeah, kid?" He looked over his shoulder. "I'm sorry." Happy looked into his eyes for a moment. Then he nodded. "It's okay, Peter." He followed Happy out. The doors rolled shut behind him. Every step forward he took was heavy and slow. Then he was in the den, standing in front of the electric fire place, surrounded by modern furniture whose coldness was broken up by family photos and the red and gold painting over the mantel. Tony stood tall in the frame with Peter in front of him. His head only came up to his chest. Tony's expression was strong and protective while Peter smiled with shining innocence. The the painter had captured them in that moment so perfectly. Now it just broke his heart. He hoped it hurt every time his father looked at it. Finally he let his eyes move down to where his dad sat on the couch. The glass in his hand was empty, like he'd drained it and then forgotten. Like his guilt was too distracting. "Peter," he said. Peter closed his eyes. He'd missed his voice. He really had. Yet, it sounded so familiar. Peter cleared his throat. Then he sat down on the loveseat opposite his father. "Happy said I should hear you out. So, here I am." Tony nodded and sat forward. He put the glass on the stand beside him. "I'm sorry, Peter-" "I don't want to hear it. Just tell me what you needed to tell me." Peter glanced down at the floor. Maybe he wasn't strong enough to face him without crying after all. He nodded again and took a breath. "The night you disappeared, Happy called me. He said you were gone and he couldn't find you anywhere. I assume you remember, I had a meeting that evening at the club. You had asked to come along, but I was always afraid things would go poorly and you would get caught in the middle of it. I would do anything to keep you safe, Peter." He paused, but Peter said nothing. His eyes were pleading. "As soon as Happy called, I sent a group after you. I called your phone a dozen times and when you didn't answer I sent everyone. I ran home but you weren't there and you'd left your phone. I knew wherever you went you didn't want to be found." Tony swallowed. His hand scratched against the leg of his pants. "I was out all night. We all were. I must have threatened half the city, but we couldn't find any evidence that you were kidnapped and no one had seen you. Obediah suggested that you must have ran away. I knew he was right, but I couldn't believe it. I couldn't understand why you would do something like that." Peter looked away. His face burned. The only answer he could give was so childish, but it wasn't his turn to talk. He wanted to hear the story. "I went home as the sun came up. We kept searching the next day. I had people out looking twenty-four-seven, but I knew we wouldn't find you until you wanted to be found. You're my son after all," he smiled. "Then I was back at the club for dinner with Fisk and his family before they left town. It was agony, sitting there laughing with Fisk's son while you were still missing, but my only hope was that you would come home." His voice broke and his eyes began to water. Peter couldn't remember ever seeing his father cry. He almost stood up and went to his side. "Then Obediah came in. Just after Fisk left. He said you were dead." Tony sucked in a breath. "He said he found you, but he was too late. He said that he saw you get shot. And your body fell into the river. We searched for days. We never found a body. I go out there every so often as if you might wash up on the bank some day. But here you are, alive. Perfect." "You thought I was dead?" Tony nodded. "I've been mourning you this whole time. When I found out you were working at the Penthouse I couldn't believe it. I thought you must have been trafficked and Obediah was in on it, but Bruce swore to me that you had come to him." Peter nodded. "I did. I needed the money and I'm a good dancer." His dad's face turned red. Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm an adult now. I can do whatever I want." "Of course..." Tony swallowed. After a moment he recovered from whatever thought had set him off. "Why did you run away, Peter?" Peter stared off at the wall. His eyes stung as the memories came back. He'd expected to have this conversation so long ago. "I felt ignored. You kept pushing me away. You said you wanted me to take over the business some day, but when I tried to get involved and make you proud you kept shutting me down. I thought that if I ran away you would search for me. Then I could see how much you cared, how much you loved me, and I would feel better. But when I came to the club to find you, Obediah stopped me." Tony straightened. His expression hardened. It made Peter shiver. He knew that look. Obediah was still alive, but he wouldn't be for long. Most importantly, it was a look that meant his father truly did love him. That Obediah would die slowly and painfully for keeping them apart. Good. "He told me that you weren't looking for me. That you had only sent some rookie after me and everyone else was home. Then he took me inside. It must have been during your meeting with the Fisk's. I saw you with Richard. I didn't recognize him. You looked so happy with him and after what Obediah said it was easy to believe you didn't care about me." "What did he tell you?" His throat felt thick. He struggled to get the words out. "That you weren't looking for me because you had already replaced me." "Peter, I could never replace you. You're my whole world. You always have been." His eyes welled with tears. "Come here, Peter." Without hesitating, Peter stood and threw himself across the space and into his father's arms. His hold was tight around him, squeezing him to his chest. They both sobbed, agonized by the years they had lost.
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For You: Part II
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It had been two weeks since Tony Stark's disaster of a funeral.
Peter thought he'd gotten maybe 12 hours of sleep in that time, mind still haunted with the last images of Mr. Stark he'd ever have - but also now haunted with Ms. Potts's words.
He did it for you.
The rest of the sleep he'd gotten was mostly from passing out from sheer exhaustion. The city was in ruins and more than ever, Queens needed their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It was humbling the first time a grandmother started sobbing after seeing him, clutching him to her chest. Kids of all ages came up to him in ferocious hugs and clinging to his arms and legs. Many of them had heard tell of Spider-Man but were too young to have known him, and many more had missed his suited face around the streets, protecting them and keeping peace.
Peter's heart ached knowing that they'd been without him for so long, and through something so awful. The Blip was an instant for him, done and undone with only the vaguest sense of time loss in between. But for them? Half a decade of time, gone, lost in the deep expanse of tragedy. The teenager could hardly begin to understand it.
When he'd told May - who wasn't Blipped, who'd lost him for five long and miserable years, who had gray hair at her roots and frown lines where the laugh lines had been - that he couldn't leave Queens, couldn't leave his people, even for something like college, she grabbed him fiercely around his shoulders and they both cried.
"You're so incredibly strong, baby," she whispered into his hair, voice husky from holding onto her tears. "I'm so fucking proud of you."
So yeah. Queens needed him.
But that wasn't what was on his mind, not now, not with 12 hours of sleep and too much coffee in his system and a overwhelming, polished stone building looming over him. He tapped his fingers restlessly against the worn thigh of his jeans. Taylor & Taylor, the sign said. Attorneys at Law.
He was here for Mr. Starks will reading. Apparently, per the couriered letter to his and May's apartment last week, he was part of the will and was required to be in attendance. Baffled, all he'd even remotely begun to believe Mr. Stark would leave him with was the Spider-Man suit, or maybe a patent for it, to keep his identity safe? He really wasn't sure.
The caffeine in his system was causing his anxiety to ratchet up as he entered the building, greeted the receptionist, and was ushered to a conference room with a long, shiny table. At the other end of the table sat Pepper and Peter flatlined his lips together and gave her a nod, ignoring her well-hidden wince.
She hadn't said anything to him after the barrage at the funeral, Happy having pulled her off of him and led her away, still sobbing. He imagined, for all that she was probably still mad at him, that someone as put together as Pepper Potts felt uneasy with her emotional break, understandable as it was.
He sat down in the furthest seat from her anyway.
2 silent, tense minutes later, Happy entered the room. He gave Peter a quiet clap on the shoulder before going to Pepper's end of the table and sat down next to her, holding a whispered conversation. He could've easily heard them but was trying to mentally tune them out for their own privacy. Not long after more people entered the room - Rhodey, Sam Wilson, Steve Rodgers, and Bucky Barnes all ushered in a line, looking like they'd come together.
It was an odd mix of people, Peter supposed, but then again Mr. Stark always valued the unseen in those he cared about. The hardest one to figure was probably Bucky, whom Tony had given Peter the breakdown on. The man had gone, in his words, feral after learning Bucky was the one to take out Howard and Maria Stark and Peter could hear the stale anger and sadness in those few moments Mr. Stark talked to him about it, explained why he'd come back from Germany beaten, how the rift in the Avengers came to be.
Looking across the table, though, Peter couldn't see the ruthless killer he'd once been. His metal arm had been removed, the shirt sleeve carefully tucked around his shoulder, and he was quiet and contemplative, glancing around the table much like Peter was. In fact, it was less glancing at the other occupants and much more at Peter himself.
Actually, most of the table had looked at Peter more than once and it took him a good, long moment to realize it was because they didn't know who the hell he was. Pepper and Happy were the only two not looking his way, still whispering quietly between themselves. It struck him that despite his mask having been torn away in battle, no one had seen him, no one here but Pepper and Happy knew he was Spider-Man.
No wonder they're staring at me, he thought. Why would a teenage boy be at Tony Stark's will reading -
What little blood his body could spare rushed to his cheeks and the back of his neck and he stared resolutely down at the table. Despite many, many fantasies, he and Mr. Stark didn't have that kind of relationship. But oh how Peter had wished they had - how his heart and soul belonged to Tony Stark even if it was never given in return.
His long unrequited yearnings were interrupted by the lawyers finally coming in. It was two of them and what looked to be a junior associate, hands loaded with files. "We apologize for the delay," the more sleek looking 50-something woman said. "We had been confirming the last of the details."
"It's all right," Pepper said, brusque and business-like despite the emotion the teen could read in every line of her face. "Let's get started."
The lawyers sat themselves at the long table, at the head near Peter and across from Pepper. "This is the final reading of the last Will and Testament of Anthony Edward Stark," the male lawyer said, reading from his portfolio. He glanced up. "Much of this actually comes in the form of videos that Mr. Stark created himself," he said, and Peter could tell he wasn't the only one who'd barely withheld a pained gasp. "We have some to read and at the end, we'll set the video to play and he asked that only those called for his Will be allowed to remain to view it."
That figured, Peter thought. If there were a handful of powerful people in this room, superheroes and not, it made sense Mr. Stark wanted everything as on the downlow as possible.
"Firstly, to Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes," he said as a junior associate quietly and quickly handed Rhodey a file folder. "He leaves all patents and holdings and architecture belonging to the tool 'War Machine' to you. Specifically with the addendum - try not to give this one away to the government, Platypus." The lawyer looked uncomfortable but Rhodey chuckled, smile full of love and pain both.
"Next, to Captain Sam Wilson," the junior slid a similar folder in front of Sam. "He leaves all patents and holdings and architecture belonging to the drone 'Redwing' to you." The man cleared his throat. "Per Mr. Stark's instructions - 5 years is a long time to fiddle with something without ever knowing if the owner is coming back. If what we're about to do works, enjoy the little sucker."
Sam's lip quiver slightly before he tightened his jaw, nodding once. Peter wasn't the only one seemingly effected by the genius's generosity, not by a long shot.
"To Captain Steve Rodgers, he leaves all intellectual property rights to the design of his vibranium shield." The lawyer cleared his throat. "And the entirety of his liquor collection. Per instructions, 'So you have something to test that alcohol tolerance with, boy scout." Steve let out a low chuckle, nodding in thanks to the associate who handed him his folder.
"Finally," the female lawyer said, standing up as her colleagues exited the room. "We have the rest of his Will on video. We have not, and will not view this video, but have specifics mentioned within documented. These are vague," she clarified when Pepper looked like she was about to ask, "and only enough to allow the contents within the video to be legally sanctified." She gestured to a remote at Pepper's end of the table. "Simply press play and the recording will begin."
The room was quiet for a moment after the last lawyer left and Pepper cleared her throat before gesturing to Happy to hit play. An instant later, on the large screen at the end of the room, Tony Stark appeared.
His face was lined with the extra years Peter didn't get to have with him, hair graying and so fucking handsome it hurt. The frown lines around his mouth were more distinct than ever and there was a sort of settled sadness to his eyes that Peter had never seen before. He didn't move with the restless fidgeting that Peter himself often exhibited, the sign of a mind that wouldn't cease moving. If the teen had to guess, it was because of too much having happened. He knew that after the Blip, Tony had spent months withering away on a space ship and then years secluding himself at the cabin where his funeral was held. He retreated into himself more and more, letting the rest of the world figure itself out without his interference. If the pain in his face was anything to go by, Peter understood and his heart broke for that version of Tony he'd never gotten to know.
"Testing, testing," the Tony on the screen joked, letting a put upon smirk flit across his face. "Just joking, we all know my technology wouldn't fail me like that." The wink was devastating to Peter's psychology and it was already clear that this whole video would be his downfall.
"But seriously," the older man continued, more collected now. "If you're seeing this video, we either failed and died trying or I died after having succeeded." He shrugged. "The chances of everyone coming out alive were," he wiggled one hand in a so-so fashion, "basically zero. At least if it's only me, then hopefully no one else got hurt." He winced. "Sorry, Pep, but if it's me or half the universe - I'm so sorry, honey," he was so sincere it hurt Peter's teeth. He could hear the hitch in Ms. Potts's breathing from here. "If it's me or half the universe, you know which one I'm gonna pick." He looked genuinely regretful, as if he didn't realize that he was worth more than just one man. As if he didn't realize he was the center of more than one person's whole world.
Much as Pepper might hate him, she and Peter had that much in common.
"Soo," Tony continued, dragging out the note. "Now is the time to give you guys my last Will I guess. Honeybear, Sam, and Capcicle, you should've all gotten your patents and whatnots," he gestured to nothing again. "The lawyers insisted on that bit. But the real important stuff is in this video, right now." He cleared his throat.
"First, Bucky," the super soldier's head snapped to attention, looking like he didn't know why he was being called on even though being in this room was enough to know something was coming his way, words or otherwise. "Man, I went ballistic on you when we first met," Tony frowned. "It took me a long time, and a smart guy to tell me that sometimes people aren't the culmination of their actions, especially when they weren't in control of themselves."
Those were the words Peter had said to Mr. Stark during one of their lab binges - but about Mr. Stark himself, when he was too in his head about his past as a weapon salesman. He nearly started crying thinking that the man had heard him so profoundly that he'd applied to knowledge to others. Fuck, this hurt.
"So," Tony cleared his throat. "You don't need my forgiveness because you did nothing wrong. But I'm giving it to you anyway because if you're anything like me - and I have a suspicion you might just be - then you need to hear it. I forgive you, Bucky. And, not only that - in case that wasn't enough," he said, voice taking on its cocky tone that, again, Peter could tell was put upon, "I have a secondary prize for you. I figure you probably don't like that arm the Russians gave you, so I made you a new one. Arc reactor powered, and it shouldn't be as painful. Plus, I integrated some of the nanites from my suit to help with the whole sensation thing. I, uh," he cleared his throat, ducking his head before looking back up. "I kind of just thought about what Dad would want for his oldest friends and figured I could at least do that, especially since you really have had just the most shit time the last 70 years. So. I hope you take it, and I hope it works, and just like live the rest of your life the way you want, okay?"
The gaze that Bucky had on the screen was like someone frozen, unable to express anything or feel anything. Like a statue too overwhelmed by movement to do anything but sit there. Next to him, Steve wrapped an arm around him, hand sliding up to grip the back of Bucky's neck. It seemed to wake the man up and he took a deep breath, nodding to whatever the super soldier had whispered into his ear.
"Next," Tony continued. "Happy. I'd make you chief security officer but we both know you'd pull your hair out." Both men chuckled. "Instead, I bequeath my classic car collection. You already have funds sitting in your bank account so don't worry about not being able to take care of them, buddy."
"Thanks, boss," Happy said and it was sweet and sorrowful.
"Pep," the genius took a second to smile sadly into the camera. "I'm so sorry, Pepper, that I couldn't give you what you deserved. But we all know that you are, and have always been, bigger and better than me." Silent tears gathered in the corners of the CEO's eyes and she dabbed at them, elegant and perfect and everything Peter knew he wasn't. "I leave you the lake house and that brownstone you love in Manhattan, all the money in the prenup account, and 20% of my shares at SI. You've always been an amazing CEO and mother, and I know you'll be even better without my shenanigans haunting you every waking moment."
At that, everyone at the table chuckled. Grief, dark humor, and Tony Stark went together like nothing else. Peter's mind, though, was turning over. Mr. Stark only left those things to Ms. Potts? Wouldn't it have made more sense to leave her for last and say 'everything else is yours, babe.'
"Finally," Tony sighed and it was the most straightforward he looked all video. "Pete." Peter's heart clenched and he felt more than saw everyone start eyeing him. He was too focused on the screen to look anywhere but Mr. Stark's face. "You put so much trust in me, kid, and I gotta say it wasn't warranted. I have fucked up almost every single part of my life and until Thanos, you were the only thing I never ruined." The teen swallowed past the lump in his throat, tears gathering in his own eyes and wanting to scream you didn't ruin anything. "If you're seeing this, then that foolhardy plan of mine worked. And you gotta know, kid," the sincerity in the older man's eyes was sharp with pain, now, instead of dull with grief. "You gotta know I did it for you." He cleared his throat. "You're the best of us, and I wasn't going to leave you behind."
The sounds of crying hit Peter's ears and he realized that both he and Ms. Potts were starting to cry in unison. Their pain so similar and shared but so very far apart.
"I couldn't leave things the way they were knowing you had been lost because of that big purple smurf," Tony continued. "The first year you were gone I don't think I left my lab more than 5 times," he laughed softly and it made Peter's heart clench. "I drank more than my liver could probably take, considering everything, and I tried, tried, tried to figure it out, Underoos, I really did. I'm sorry it took this long."
He took a deep breath and the inhabitants of the room did the same. Peter could feel their curious stares boring into his neck but his eyes didn't stray from the screen.
"You have to trust me once more okay, Pete?" Tony asked and Peter would give him anything. He nodded even though the man obviously couldn't see him. "Firstly, to everyone else." The everyone else in question sat straighter up in their chairs. "This," he gestured and somehow it lined up with Peter's chair, "is Peter Parker. To all of you but Happy, Pete was my intern at SI. Believe me when I say this kid has the brightest mind of his generation, but that's not the only reason he's here."
He took another breath. "See the thing is, Peter Parker also happens to be Spider-Man. Yes," he said, sensing that half the room was going to interrupt with questions despite him being a recording - he knew them well. "Yes, the same guy that fought with us in Germany. Yes the same one who's spent the last few years - pre-Blip - defending the streets of Queens."
Voice becoming more intimate, he continued, "Pete is the best of us. He's got your bravery, Rhodey, and he's got your need to stick up for what's right, Steve. The kid is pure good and too smart to not do anything with it. He's gonna be better than you or me combined."
Peter flushed. It wasn't that Mr. Stark hadn't said things in that vein to him before, but to other people? He wanted to protest so, so badly and the fact that he couldn't was strangling him alive.
"And he's gonna need your help. I did what I could, before everything, and I failed over and over again." His mouth was set into a thin line. "He needs people on his side, now more than ever, now after everything, and even more than you might think because," he took a deep breath, "I'm leaving him the company."
"What the fuck," Rhodey whispered.
"What the fuck!" Pepper screeched.
"What the fuck?" Peter gasped.
Their weird sort of chorus ended after that as the room went up in cacophony. On screen, Tony was quiet because yeah, he knew most of the people in that room well enough to know they needed a minute.
"He can't do that," Pepper kept saying as Happy tried to calm her down.
"Pepper," Tony started talking again and it shocked all of them enough to calm down and shut up. "I know you're mad and I know you think I can't but - you're amazing, okay? You are so fucking good at being CEO it's like you were born for it. But Stark Industries has always, and will always, need someone there to be the mad scientist. First it was dad, and then it was me, and now it's gonna be Pete - if he accepts." He sighed. "I had really hoped to last a few more years to get you prepped for his, kid," he shrugged, chagrined smile on his face again. "But death waits for no one, me especially." That sobered them all up.
"I really hope you take this, Petey," he continued, "but if you don't, I won't be disappointed. It's a lot, I know, and if you say no, then everything goes to Pepper and that's fine. But all the weapons I've made for the Avengers and co over the years, all the Iron Man designs, all the Spider-Man things - I'm sorry, but I'd have to trash it. Friday already has the program depending on your answer, but don't let that stop you. Even if you say no to this, you're still gonna be set for life, okay?" His voice, for the first time the entire video, took on a pleading tone. "Please, please don't do this just because I'm asking. Do it because it feels right for you and if it doesn't that's okay. I set aside money for you and May to live easy for the rest of your life if you need it, college, all of it. Just, please consider it."
As if Peter could do anything else. As if Peter would let the last of Tony die with this one request. Say yes and get everything, say no and Tony dies again.
"Pepper," Tony goes on. "If Peter does accept, then I need you there to support him. I know it's hard, and I know you're probably fucking furious at me," he smiled and for just a moment his eyes twinkled in the most devastating way. "But trust me this last time that this is what's best. You know I was never the business guy, not really. But you also know that I love this company and would never leave it to someone who wouldn't do it justice."
He shifted in his seat on screen. "And for Rhodey, Steve, Bucky, and Sam - the kid's gonna need you guys to help him out with the superhero gig. I wasn't really the best with, you know, ground level stuff and that happens to be his specialty. Get him what he needs, help him where you can, and just be there for him, okay?"
"We will, Tones," Rhodey agreed, swearing on their behalf.
For his part, Peter was overwhelmed. It didn't matter what everyone else was saying right now. He heard it, but it was cotton in his brain, the lightning fast jump of thought to realization to devastation of this whole hour more than he could keep up with.
"And with that," Tony sighed. "I'm sorry, but I've got to hopefully go save the world. Or end it," he shrugged, chuckling, "who knows."
The video cut out and the screen turned off. Silence reigned until -
"You cannot take it," hissed Pepper.
"Pep - " Happy started.
"No!" Pepper yelled, standing and slamming her hands onto the table loud enough to make Peter's sensitive hearing ring. "He already took Tony he's not taking my company!"
"My company," Peter said, quietly, resolutely.
Her bright red hair whipped as she faced him, glaring. "No."
"I'm really sorry, Ms. Potts," he said quietly, firmly. "But Mr. Stark was right. Stark Industries needs someone to lead the innovation side and I'm not saying I'm the best - "
"You aren't," she hissed. Across the table from Peter, Rhodey frowned at her.
" - but I'm the one Mr. Stark chose," the teen finished. He stood, facing her, and it felt weirdly powerful to be the only other person standing in this room of powerful people, facing off against Pepper Potts against something that was by all rights his.
What the fuck was his life.
"It's not the first time Tony's thought with his dick before his brain," she spat, "but for fucks sake to give the leading shares of SI to a fucking teenage twink."
"Pepper that's enough," Rhodey said. Beside her, Happy was trying to get her to calm down, one hand reaching up to her shoulder. She shrugged it off, shaking her head.
"You can hate me all you want," Peter said, shrugging. "But Mr. Stark spent the last 20 years trying to fix the world in the best way he knew how and if a bunch of board members who are too greedy to care about that get a hold of his patents or turn the tide against the CEO and spin SI back to the weapons manufacturers that you used to be," he shook his head. "There is no greater way to disrespect Mr. Stark's legacy than that and I'm not gonna let it happen."
"You think you know about how business works," she laughed cruelly. "You think you know Tony - well you don't, Peter. No matter how many promises he made you or how much he lied to everyone else, Tony Stark was always one thing at his core: selfish."
Peter's face crumpled in perplexed sadness. "You can be as mad at me as you want, ma'am," he said, shaking his head. "But I know you don't believe that."
"I didn't," she said, voice quiet but still full of venom. "I haven't for 20 years. But him killing himself to bring you back to life, only to give the leading shares and intellectual rights to you after the fact?" She rolled her eyes. "God, you must have been some fuck."
"Virginia," Happy hissed, standing up next to her finally.
Her eyes darted over to him, then to the rest of the faces staring at her from around the table, like she'd forgotten they were there. Her face blanched slightly but her expression didn't change. She glared at him, gathering her things, and walked toward the door.
As she left, she shouted over her shoulder, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer."
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Second Chance - Spring Fever Starker Exchange!
A/N: My oneshot entry for the spring Starker exchange, written for @kreket-popcorn-lover ! Please forgive any technicalities I may have gotten wrong story wise, think of it as I'm taking full creative liberty while obviously staying true to the ship. I've never written a fix it fic before, and I'm just so happy I got to write one for the exchange as a prompt. Please enjoy!
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    Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess, you’ll be going back now, Anthony Stark - back to your old universe. It’s how the web of fate must tangle.
Tony had no choice but to listen to every word Death told him. In the world beyond life, she was the goddess of everything, and every soul that left Earth and walked into her arms knew that her word was all. 
But Tony wasn’t without his soul in the world beyond, so he asked Death, “Why? What’s-”
Before he could finish his sentence, a horrible pressure set on top of him, there was so much blinding light he thought he was next to the sun. The air around him howled like the eye of a storm, he lost his footing, all at once it felt like he was being ripped apart - and then it all stopped, leaving Tony feeling empty inside, but relieved. His eyes were screwed shut, and it dawned on him that he was laying down on the most uncomfortable surface in any world - a sidewalk. 
Tony sucked in a horrified breath, jumping up and looking all around - his heart bursting with an insane mix of shock, disbelief, happiness, paralyzing reverence. 
His mouth agape, Tony scrambled to his feet - albeit weakly. His knees were shaking on their own, as if he hadn’t walked for months. Thankfully, no one walking around seemed to pay any attention to him, typical for New York.
New York. A place that still ran through his veins, even when he was in the world beyond - not even dying could take it out of him. 
Tony’s legs were steadying as his entire body seemed to come back to full working order, all as if he had never died. He looked down at his hand, the one that once bore the mock-up infinity gauntlet, and found it to be unmarred. All evidence of everything that had happened in the final battle with Thanos was missing from his body. The only familiar thing was his arc reactor, settled in his chest, glowing peacefully as it would any day before he died. 
As he drew his first deep breath, panic started rising inside him, Death’s words haunting his thoughts. “Events have clashed and the multiverse has dissolved into quite a mess… it’s how the web of fate must tangle.” 
The multiverse? What was going on with the multiverse where it made Tony come back to life?
Tony knew where he needed to go first for answers: the Sanctum Sanctorum. Tony started walking, doing his absolute best not to break down in the middle of the sidewalk, stumbling from bouts of dizziness. He expected to see New York start crumbling and burning around him, like all those years ago when aliens poured out of the sky, but everything seemed peaceful - a small comfort. 
“Stephen,” Tony mumbled to himself, “please be there. You gotta be there.” 
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The sanctum looked as untouched by time as it did the first time Tony was alive. Tony pounded on the door, muttering “come on, come on!”
“Jesus,” Stephen spat as he opened the door, annoyance dying on his face as he laid eyes on Tony. 
Tony swung his arms out stiffly, presenting himself, shaking his head. “You gotta help me figure out what’s going on, Stephen, please.” 
“Come in,” Stephen said quietly, ushering Tony inside. He shut his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “Tony, God - not that I’m not happy to see you, but I need to apologize-”
“Apologize?! Stephen, tell me what’s going on! You did this? Where is everyone - where’s the kid?!” 
“Tony, slow down, I’ll get to everything!” Stephen shouted, holding his hand out as if he could physically stop Tony’s words in the air. 
“I was just… and now I’m… I’m back… I remember dying, and… everything worked out right? Thanos is done? Everything looks fine outside, but I’m here, so I don’t trust-”
“Tony, I know this is a lot, but I need you to slow down so I can explain everything to you, alright?” Stephen said in an even tone, leading Tony to the staircase and having him sit down on the cold marble. 
Tony sat down, looking at Stephen as he tried to steady his breathing. “Stephen, I -” 
“No, wait, let me explain things first, then you can ask anything you want. The… easiest way to say this is that I’ve cast a spell that… completely bled into the multiverse, which I had no intention of doing, it was beyond my control. The worst part about this is that the reason I cast the spell was because of Spiderman… but the exact reason is fuzzy. I’m thinking that the spell had to involve memories connected with Spiderman, because… I don’t know who’s behind the mask,” Stephen breathed out, shaking his head. “Every time I try to think of his face, nothing comes up. Is he the ‘kid’ you were talking about?” 
“This is crazy,” Tony huffed, “Yes, and his name is Peter, Peter Parker. So I’m the only one on Earth right now who knows Peter is Spiderman? This is insane!” 
“I don’t know what happened to make him wish away everyone’s memories of his identity, but whatever it was, it can’t be good. I wish I could give you more details, Tony, but you even telling me his name isn’t bringing anything up for me.” 
“I have to find him,” Tony muttered, getting up from the steps, stumbling with the force he used. “I have to know that he’s ok.”
“Tony, you can’t-”
“I’ll put it this way,” Tony said, turning back briefly, “I’m gonna find Peter, and then you guys will get reacquainted.” 
“Tony, stop!” Stephen yelled, trying to chase after him, but stopping in his tracks after he got past the entrance of the sanctum, looked both ways, and saw that Tony was nowhere to be found. “God help me,” Stephen muttered, closing the sanctum doors, although he prayed that Tony would come back - and in one piece.
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“At least I know for sure that I came back to the same universe,” Tony said under his breath as he successfully keyed in the last code he remembered using to a hidden entrance he installed in Stark Tower ages ago.
Being dead - or rather, having died and then suddenly coming back to life - made everything about Tony’s mission to find Peter harder. No longer could he freely walk in the tower that he brought to life, now he had to sneak around like a traumatized James Bond to get to the technology he needed to locate Peter. Even though he couldn’t move at the time, Tony still remembered how Peter’s face looked as he lay dying, how badly he wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything would be ok, how each tear that ran down Peter’s face heightened his pain even more - 
Tony shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate. If he slipped up and got seen, who knows what would happen - and tracking down Peter quickly would become a fantasy. He checked himself everywhere for a way to activate his suit - he had installed a prototype invisibility mode into it shortly before the first fight with Thanos - but to no avail. Gritting his teeth, Tony had to remember on the fly each of the security traps and measurements in the tower to avoid detection. He mostly stuck to the stairwell, and nearly reached his lab when he turned a corner and caught sight of her - Pepper Potts. 
“No, that meeting got rescheduled, and last night we agreed on-”
“But Miss Potts!”
“I said what I said,” Pepper snapped. 
Tony felt a powerful mix of pride and sadness seeing Pepper take on his old role so well. If he needed anyone to help him find Peter, it would’ve been Pep - but he knew that he’d have to save a reunion for much later. 
 When Tony finally reached the lab, he realized that he’d have to be quick - it was clearly still in regular use since his death, presumably by Pepper. Tony remembered overhearing that some meeting had been rescheduled, so the possibility of her coming here soon was sky high. He hurriedly accessed his supercomputer, relieved that the same password still worked. 
“Welcome back, sir,” Friday’s voice spoke, sounding relieved.
Tony couldn’t hold back a smile. “Hey, Fri. Good to hear you again.”
“Shall I inform Miss Potts of your return?” 
“Nope! Nope, absolutely not, it’s - not a good time yet, Fri. I need you to help me find Peter Parker first.”
“I… apologize sir, I’m finding very few records concerning Peter Parker. There’s hardly any details with which to confirm that he’s the one you’re seeking.” 
“Give me everything you have, quick, I don’t think I have much time before Pep gets up here.” 
“Yes, sir. I have a record indicating a library card in the area registered to Peter Parker-”
“More than likely him… any listed address, Fri?” 
Friday relayed the address of the cheapest block of apartments in Queens. “Thank you,” Tony whispered, the possibility of seeing Peter soon filling him with nerves, “Thank you, Friday.”
“Your suit appears to be offline. I cannot accompany you, sir.” 
“I know Fri, I know - look, I promise to come back for you later. Do not tell Pepper I’m back.” It broke Tony’s heart to leave Friday, too, but he knew he wouldn’t be at peace until he found Peter, and made sure he was safe. 
Tony shut down the supercomputer, turning his head to check his surroundings, barely breathing. He made a beeline for the stairwell, inhaling sharply as he heard the lab elevator ding right as he reached the stairs. 
-
Tony prayed that Peter would be exactly where Friday told him he’d be, and that this wouldn’t turn into a colossal waste of time. His heart was beating faster every second as he made his way through the maze of motel-converted apartments, lurching to a stop as soon as he laid eyes on the correct apartment number. He didn’t hesitate, knocking hard on the door. 
“Peter!” Tony said loudly, knocking on the door twice, harder this time. Is he not home? Tony thought, looking past the blinds in the window. He was able to see dim light coming from a tiny desk lamp, so he had to be there-
The door opened. “I sent in rent on Thursday, Mr. Miller, I swear -” 
Tony saw Peter’s face for the first time since the final battle with Thanos, the one  that claimed his life - and Peter was even more beautiful than Tony remembered him being. His heart stopped. 
Peter stopped talking, taking a step back to fully look at Tony. His eyes widened, blinking rapidly as they filled up with tears. He stepped back further, harshly rubbing his eyes as he struggled to form words. 
“-dreaming, Mr. - Mr. Miller - Tony?! Mr. Stark, you’re… are you real? Is it really you?!” 
“Peter,” Tony began, his voice breaking from the emotion. “Yeah. It’s me.” Tony stepped towards Peter who barreled into him, holding on tighter than he did when the snap claimed him. 
“Please be real,” Peter sobbed, pulling Tony inside of his dingy apartment. “Please be real, please be real,” Peter continued to sob, his fingers digging hard into Tony’s back. 
“It’s ok, you’re ok, I got you,” Tony comforted, holding Peter firmly in his arms. He was overcome with an urge to kiss Peter’s hair, but the last thing he wanted - could bear - was to make Peter repulsed by him. But it felt amazing holding Peter close to him, to finally know that he was safe. 
Peter pulled back to look at Tony, his face flushed from crying. “You… you remember me? Please say you remember me!” Peter clutched onto Tony’s shirt tighter, as if doing so would make his desperate wish come true. 
“Of course I do, Pete!” Tony said, reaching behind him to shut Peter’s door, hoping that no one had heard them. “But - look, Stephen told me that something big happened with you. What happened? Tell me everything,” Tony demanded, putting his hands on Peter’s shoulders. 
“But - this isn’t a dream, right? You’re really back? You gotta tell me what happened!” Peter exclaimed, blinking away more tears. 
Tony could feel himself thinking with his heart and not with his head as he held Peter’s face in his hands with a gentle touch. “I… can’t really explain it myself. I was dead, and next thing I knew, I came back here - I was told I had to come back. All I’ve really put together is that it has something to do with the multiverse, and… a certain wish you made. Stephen told me a bit about it, but couldn’t explain everything - so that’s where you come in. I just need to know that you’re not in danger, Pete.” 
“It’s - everything’s been so hard after you… left… everything just fell apart, Mr. Stark… everyone thought I was a murderer, I fought this guy, Mysterio, Mysterio told everyone who I was, before he died - he made it looked like I killed him, and then MJ and Ned couldn’t get into MIT because of me, there were people coming after me and May, everyone hated me, and it was a disaster,” Peter buried his head in Tony’s chest and started sobbing again. “I didn’t know what to do, so I made Stephen cast a spell to make everyone forget I was Spiderman, except for a few people.. I kept interrupting… and then I lost May, I had to start over, and now you’re here, and it’s definitely my fault, but I’m so happy because I needed you so much, Tony,” Peter cried, holding on to Tony so tight that he feared he’d hurt himself. 
“Peter, I’m gonna do everything I can to help you, ok? Even if it just means getting you out of this dump -” 
Peter giggled - the sweet sound was the best thing Tony had ever heard, even before he had died. “It was all I could afford,” Peter said, his voice more steady as he looked back up at Tony and smiled. “Well, we’re gonna fix that,” Tony promised, unable to stop himself from running his hand through Peter’s hair. “Although I might need some time, seeing as… everyone except you and Strange thinks I’m dead right now.” 
“You can stay with me!” Peter said, taking hold of Tony’s hand with no hesitation, making Tony’s heart pound in his chest. “I know I don’t have much room here, but  I’m sure I can make it work, somehow, I still need to go grocery shopping this week, I’m really sorry, but-” 
“Peter,” Tony interrupted, “you never have to apologize for anything. I die, I come back, and you’re still apologizing - even after all of this, you haven’t changed at all…” Tony looked directly into Peter’s beautiful, innocent eyes. “I don’t want you to change.” 
Peter visibly blushed, averting his eyes to the floor, with a shy smile. Fuck, Tony thought, did I never notice how perfect he was before? 
“Well, I have changed a bit, I’m sorry - shit, I gotta stop saying that -”
Tony wrapped his arms fiercely around Peter, stopping him mid-sentence. He gripped on to Peter as if holding him close would ensure that they’d never be separated again. Tony inhaled, shuddering, before whispering “I thought I’d never see you again, not until you died too - I’m so, so sorry for leaving you, Peter -”
“Tony,” Peter said, pulling back to look at him again. “You saved the world, you saved all of us, you sacrificed yourself, I just… I guess it makes me selfish, but I just didn’t expect you to -” 
Every last bit of restraint that Tony had vanished, and the rush of pure love that coursed through him as he cut off Peter’s sentence with a loving kiss, taking Peter’s hand in his, but holding it with a gentleness that even he felt unfamiliar with. Barely a moment had passed before Tony felt Peter kiss him back, and he felt nothing but joy, pure elation - until guilt came crashing down on him, making him rip himself away from the boy he desired so much, cursing under his breath. 
“I’m sorry,” Tony spat. “That was completely out of line, I’ll - show myself out. Please be safe, Pete.” Tony felt his heart sinking as he raced towards the door, ready to accept his fate of permanent shame, before he felt Peter clamp a hand on his shoulder and jerk him back around. 
In a flash, Peter slammed Tony up against the wall, kissing Tony fiercely, mumbling “no” in between kisses. “Don’t leave, don’t go.” 
Tony couldn’t help but give in, kissing Peter back, filled to the brim with passion, but shame overtook him once again, making Tony tear himself away. “No, Peter, this is wrong, I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking. You don’t know what you’re doing, you don’t really want this -”
“No!” Peter shouted, shaking his head. “No Tony, you don’t know how I really feel, you have no idea -” 
Tony held Peter’s face in his hands again, firmly this time, holding eye contact. “Don’t just agree with what I want, just because it’s me. I need you to think for yourself, there’s no way we should be involved together -” 
“Why don’t you believe me, Tony?! I’ve known how I felt about you for longer than I wanna admit, please, I’m begging - I thought I’d never see you again, please kiss me!”
“Peter, I swear to God, if you push me any more, I’m gonna -” Tony could feel himself break into a cold sweat, “I’m going to lose what frighteningly little control I have with you right now. I’m… older than you, to put it lightly, I don’t want to be the bastard to tie you down when you still have your whole life ahead of you,” Tony said, trying to fight back tears. “You mean so much to me, Peter.”
“I love you,” Peter said firmly, not taking his eyes off of Tony. “And I’m sorry about a lot of things, but I’ll never be sorry about being in love with you.”
Tony swore that he could physically feel all remaining hesitation and shame leave his body as he let himself go and kissed Peter with everything he had, every part of him feeling on fire with devotion. Tony finally broke away for long enough to shakily tell Peter “I love you, too.” 
“We’ll start over together,” Peter said quietly, pressing his forehead against Tony’s. “I don’t care what we do, I don’t care where we go, as long as I’m with you - I can handle anything.” 
It was in that singular, desperate, honey sweet moment that Tony realized the real reason why Death brought him back to life - it was so he could have this second chance with Peter, to have what he longed for most, to hold Peter, to be able to love him. He knew he would die and resurrect all over again, just to be able to love Peter without ever having to hold back. 
“But first,” Tony began, kissing Peter once more, “there’s someone I promised to reintroduce you to.” 
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"i always want you when I'm finally fine" but it's tony realizing he has feelings for peter and trying to stay away from the kid as much as possible because it can't happen, but his feelings keep coming back up.
at times tony thinks he's gotten rid of those "rotten" feelings, that he's "normal" again (he's miserable) so he allows peter to sneak back into his life (god knows he can't live without him) and tony's happier than ever. but his heart is beating faster than it should when peter smiles at him.. so tony buries himself away again, repeating the cycle.
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mattiecrypt · 1 year
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Prompt Request? :) if you'd like it.
Peter being fucky-wucky'd up by science and ending up in a female body and being touched for the first time?
Sorry for not seeing this earlier!!
It’s not entirely Dr. Bruce’s fault, truly. Peter had happily volunteered to be sandwiched between some of the greatest scientific minds of the generation before him. With Dr. Reed Richards, Dr. Bruce Banner, and Dr. Otto Octavius all taking care of him, there was no way that anything would go wrong, right?
Wrong. So, so wrong.
Turns out that Peter was bitten by a female spider. And that would normally be fine, if they hadn’t constantly pumped a chamber full of female pheromones to try and cause a male’s reaction when instead, the foreign pheromones just activated his own.
Forcing him through the most painful transition. His already small genitals— they never really grew more after he was bitten— feeling on fire, even hotter than the rest of his sweating body. He can’t help it, he starts tearing at his clothes, anything to relieve the heat before he’s forced to bang on the emergency stop button that is built into the pheromone chamber.
The brunette stumbles to the intercom, frantically pushing the button. “Mr. Banner?” He whimpers out, “I’m scared, everything is so hot.”
“That’s normal for male spiders, Peter. They usually eat their mates after breeding, you’re probably just experiencing symptoms from that.” Bruce’s voice rings clear throughout Peter’s sensitive ears, “Just try to hold on, only a minute left to go.”
Peter screams out in pain as he feels his chest light aflame, his heart feeling as if it’s bursting. He crumples onto the cold metal floor, screaming as he barely survives whatever is going through his body. At this point, his entire body is incinerating, slowly turning to ash.
But like a phoenix, he arises from the ash anew. Stumbling out of the machine the second the door slides open, clutching his chest that seems weirdly… bigger? But he doesn’t really care, can’t care because he’s free from that prison.
“Doctor Banner?” His voice sounds higher, more feminine but he chalks it up to the amount of pheromones he inhaled.
“Peter? Is that… you?” All three scientists are gathered around him, careful not to touch him.
“What? Of course it’s me.” There it is again, that feminine voice. Peter tries and fails to clear his voice before tucking his long brown hair behind his ear.
Wait, long hair? Peter doesn’t have long hair. He doesn’t even have medium hair. He stares horrified at the long, curly locks that now grace his head. “You guys gave me long hair?? What the fuck!”
“Peter… that’s not all that we apparently gave you.” Bruce is blushing, but staring directly at Peter’s crotch and Peter is shaking as he slowly looks down.
Large, voluptuous breasts block his view of his genitals, making him scream as he realizes the scientists were still staring. “D-Don’t look! What the fuck did you guys do to me!” Peter scrambles for his lab coat, still hanging beside the machine where he left it. Pulling it tight around his body to keep himself covered.
“Well, Peter,” Doctor Richards starts, finally averting his gaze, “You must have been, uh, bitten by a female spider, instead of a male like we thought. Unless the pheromones were just so strong that they completely overtook your masculine ones, but that’s practically imposssible. Most likely, you were bitten by a female and these pheromones activated your uh… latent feminine qualities.”
“They weren’t latent!! They were nonexistent, I was a man before this!!” Peter squawks indignantly, “What am I supposed to tell my gay boyfriend? ‘Hey babe, I know you only like dick, but guess what, I’m a woman now? Don’t know how to go back so I guess you’ll have to break up with me?’.” Peter can’t help but feel the rush of tears hit him, way quicker than they would have previously. Obviously his hormones were still adjusting from the pheromones, and it’s definitely not him because why would it be? Everything is the fault of these stupid fucking scientists that Peter trusted.
“Peter, everything will be all right. We just shove you back in there with male pheromones and you’ll be fixed.”
“Painlessly?”
“Well… no. If this was painful, then it will probably be worse going back.”
“Can you at least put me to sleep for it?” Peter begs.
“I suppose we could.” Bruce interrupts, “But we’ll need to find a medical person for that. Give us some time.”
“How long do you want me to live like this?” The spiderling cries, “I can’t live like this forever. I don’t even know if my boyfriend will stay with me.”
“Not long.” Bruce soothes him, finally placing a single hand on Peter’s shoulder, “Just a few weeks. Maybe two or three.”
“Two or three weeks?” Peter whispers quietly, “You promise?”
“Yes, Pete. I promise.”
[2 Hours Later]
It takes two hours for the scientists to clear Peter to leave. Two long, agonizing hours of not being able to text Bucky and tell him what happened. Two hours of being poked and prodded and measured… measured a lot. Specifically around his new breasts. Multiple times by every single scientist.
Needless to say when he finally made it back into his street clothes, he was relieved. But not for long as he hits the pavement, ready to walk back home to his place in Queens.
Peter hates walking down the street in his new body. Hates the way men suddenly paid attention to him, how many tried asking to take him out to lunch, grab coffee, get his number… and they really did not like taking no for an answer. It was scary when one guy tried to grab him by the wrist, pulling his arm so hard that if he wasn’t a super-hero, his arm would probably come out of its socket.
Peter was unable to save himself, his new body sensitive after the transformation that he couldn’t even peel the disgusting human’s fingers off him. Even as he struggled in the man’s grasp, nobody came to help him in the streets of Queens. Nobody even batted an eye as they passed him, further cementing just how many girls must feel this same terror in his head.
Why hadn’t this been his first concern? Getting home wasn’t even on his radar as an issue, but now trying to make his way back to the apartment he shares with Bucky, he sees the mistake he made.
As soon as the man currently holding his wrist loosens his grasp, Peter takes off, pulling his backpack closer to him as he dodges down a random alleyway.
He can figure out where he is later. For now he just wants to be off the dangerous street— and make a note to himself to start helping guide any college girls home.
Peter groans as his back hits the brick wall, finally losing the man that had chased him. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve this?” He grunts aloud, throwing his backpack into the opposite wall. “This is bullshit!”
He groans, looking down at his feminine body, crying a little as he shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his brand-new Starkphone. Peter doesn’t even bother to look at who he dials, just needing somebody, anybody would come get him. Save him. Fix him. Just… help him.
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watch my shattered edges glisten
Turning Fluff Prompts From This List to “Angsty AF”: Day 1, Part 1.
Prompt 53: “Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife?”
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The moments stretch, the silence in the room as terrifyingly loud as gunshots on an active battlefield, Peter caught as the mediator between the two sides, metaphorical weapons drawn and aimed, ready to fire if he said the wrong word, made the wrong move. His hands, held captive by the man across from him, would tremble, if released.
“Peter,” Aunt May whispers. “It’s okay.” Her voice is faint, despite her being directly behind him, her fingers wrapped protectively around his upper arm, ready to pull Peter away at a moment’s notice, run away and never look back (because they would never be safe, not after snubbing the Superior - if they even made it to the door). “I promise you that we can find another way.”
We can’t.
“You can’t, sweetling,” Tony Stark coos, cold eyes laughing at them. A chill makes its way through Peter’s body, gooseflesh rising in its wake. “Your options are: marry me and I help find the best medical treatment for your uncle; or leave me at the altar and Uncle Benny won’t make it through the summer. And let us not forget the debt hanging over your heads, thanks to him, as well.”
Aunt May’s grip tightens, her fury clear, but she doesn’t move and she doesn’t move Peter; she leaves the decision to him.
(The Superior is right, though; it isn’t really a choice.)
The ring on his finger is cold and stays that way, never warming to body temperature, an electric-blue line of… something shifting on (in?) the dark band. It feels like a shackle, a death sentence for himself, but… a life for Uncle Ben and Aunt May, even if it is without Peter.
“I do.”
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