tonyspiderchild

[tonyspiderchild]

Video: DC Statehood

Status: Public

Link: DC Statehood - YouTube

Date Posted: May 9th 2021

[tonyspiderchild]

Tejas challenged Alta California to a race, thinking he would win it handily. Instead, he got more than he bargained for with Alta’s secretly badass riding skills. 😘

I’ve been listening to a lot of old cowboy songs (as one does while playing unhealthy amounts of the updated version of “Oregon Trail” on their Switch) and it’s giving me historic/Wild West Texacali brainrot. (But what else is new?)

Details under the cut

Headcanon time: Cali could still probably win in any horse race if he wanted to. It’s still in there, somewhere.

Song related:

[tonyspiderchild]

(bio father Tony + mother Pepper)

Baby Pete struggling to say words

Peter: Ma...

Pepper: he's going to say mama!

Tony: oh no he's not. Petey pie, say da-da.

Peter: Da...

Pepper and Tony just beaming in excitement

Peter: ...Beryllium!

Pepper: ...

Tony: ...

Pepper: was our kids first words an element on the periodic table, Anthony.

Tony: ...my bad.

[tonyspiderchild]

Thinking about restless spirit Tony Stark who just can't move on to the after life.

The first thing he does once he realizes he's an apparition is check on Pepper and Morgan. True to their word, they're okay. He watches them for a bit but feels this deep unrest pulling him away from the quaint home he yearns for.

There's a deep wrongness within him, some unfinished business that draws him back to New York.

He fears for a moment that it's Peter- but no, it can't be him. He'll be in Massachusetts right now, attending MIT as a freshman. There isn't a doubt in Tony's mind that his little genius is already making his mark.

Still, he follows the pull of his spirit to some dingy Queens' apartment he's never been to before.

It's deep in the night yet the apartment is empty. He looks around a bit, his body phasing through anything he attempts to touch.

It's small and dirty. There's old coffee cups on the desk, alongside a couple GED manuals. Great, the universe thinks he has unfinished business with some broke high school dropout.

He's pondering how he must have screwed up this kid's life; was it the Avengers, Stark Industries? Maybe his old playboy lifestyle is finally coming to bite him in the ass.

His contemplation is cut short by the sound of the window cracking open.

It strikes Tony for a moment that maybe he's stuck on Earth to be a guardian angel, Iron Man living on as some invisible protector against whatever creep is sneaking into people's windows. It doesn't make much sense considering the whole non-corporeal thing, but he still stiffens like he's ready for a fight.

He sees a man- no, a thing? A creature maybe, or an alien. Even in death Tony can't escape being one of Earth's mightiest heroes.

The creature is shrouded in darkness, something slick and bald crawling inside the room with terrifying grace and silence. It shuts the window with a soft kssssh as the seal is formed.

And then it pulls off its mask.

There, with the click of a table lamp, glows the face of Peter Parker.

He's definitely older now; sturdier shoulders, a rugged set of his jaw, hair tamed to something semi-professional. Still present, though, are those gentle brown eyes.

Nothing makes sense right now. Why is his kid here, in this apartment? Surely May wouldn't allow this. How many tenant laws does this place break? Where are his little sidekick friends? And on what planet would Peter Parker ever need a GED?

Tony's getting angry now, watching Peter move around the tiny space. He changes out of his costume and into pajamas. That spider suit isn't Tony's suit, it looks like cheap craft store fabric.

The kid opens a small freezer and pulls out the singular bag of peas that reside in there, pressing it against his ribs while he goes to pop some bread into a toaster.

Tony takes note of every glimpse he gains into Peter's life. Empty cabinets when he reaches for a jar of peanut butter. A fridge housing nothing but condiments and energy drinks when he goes to grab jam. A drawer with two spoons, no forks, and a paring knife which he pulls out and sticks into the strawberry jam jar just as the toast pops.

This is all so wrong.

Tony's outrage is coming to a rolling boil. Peter deserves the world- he was gonna give him the world. He couldn't wait to send Peter to MIT and show him off as his protégé. Tony was gonna fund his projects, tease him about pretty girls, maybe even see him step back from Spider-Man and act like a normal college kid. He wanted to see him flourish and grow up. It was all he could think about when Peter turned to dust between his fingers; he should be goofing off with his friends at a mathletes meeting, or building Legos, not fighting an intergalactic war.

Tony couldn't even conceive how much went wrong to end up here.

Alone. Broke. No school. He didn't even have his Stark suit to protect him. Everything that made him him has been stripped, leaving him in this shallow box with scuffed paint and hollow cabinets.

Tony can feel the violent rage burn deep in his spirit as he thinks about it.

This is why he's here. He can't let his boy live like this, wasting his potential to be some villain's punching bag. Where is everyone? Does no one care enough to stop this? The fury that builds in Tony is dangerous, wondering why a dead man is the only one who cares about the teen's life right now.

Without thinking Tony's hand reaches for the GED textbook, a mocking piece of work that laughs in his face, and throws it at the stupid little kitchenette that's mere feet from the bed.

It sails across the room with surprising speed before it's met with a thunk against Peter's palm, hand reaching out to catch it from the air before it collided with the toaster.

Oh.

Peter sets the book down and immediately picks up his web shooters, eyes darting furiously to every corner of the tiny apartment.

"Who's there?"

Tony steps a little closer but Peter's eyes just look right past him.

"C'mon Pete, c'mon. I'm here, I'm right here."

Tony looks for something else to grab. He swats at a hopefully empty coffee cup on the wooden desk, but his hand just passes right through it.

"Shit," the hope Tony felt waivers slightly and he tries again.

Nothing.

Peter is searching his apartment now, making sure the window is secure and feeling around every crevice, bookshelves, under the bed, in the top corners of the room. Searching for something nefarious, tech maybe.

Tony hits the cup, again and again, frustration building up and up and up till-

The cup flies across the room, Tony and Peter's eyes track its movements as it bounces against the ground and rolls to a stop.

"Shit," Peter breathes out.

Tony walks up to Peter now, standing before him.

"Figure it out. Think kid, you've met aliens, gods, magicians, surely ghosts aren't too far fetched."

Peter closes his eyes. His posture straightens, Tony watches him take a deep breath in as the hairs on his bare arms stand on end.

Peter's eyes blink open, and they're looking directly at Tony.

Tony smirks, "that's it."

Peter turns around and picks the cup off the ground, running to his desk with it and ripping a piece of lined paper out of a notebook and scribbling furiously on it.

Tony walks over as Peter places the cup in the center of the paper.

On the left is the word YES in bold print, NO on the right.

"Okay, okay okay. So, move the cup if, if you wanna talk. Um, is there someone in the room right now?"

Tony reaches for the cup, an intense glare as his fingertips graze it gently. It shifts minutely towards the YES.

"Shit! Shit. Sorry, whew. Okay. Are you friendly?"

Tony moves it to YES again.

"Are you a, um. Person? Like not an alien?"

YES.

"Are you wearing tech, invisibility suit or your molecules are uncalibrated or maybe it's a portal thing like, multiverse shit is happening again, a mirror universe! Oh, maybe a..."

Tony let's a frustrated sign. The kid is too practical, logical. He needs to think like a non-genius.

"... could be. Or, or maybe you're just a ghost-"

Tony perks up and immediately swats the cup, causing it to fly off the desk towards the YES.

"Oh. Oh that's... kinda normal. Or maybe really weird? I mean... I certainly have some ghosts in my past."

Peter picks the cup up and puts it back on the desk.

"Do I know you?"

YES.

"You said you were friendly, and I'm not getting any danger tingles from you. I'm gonna start with people I know are dead, cuz I just really hope you're not a... new ghost. Um. M-May?"

The boy's voice cracks on the word and Tony freezes. May is dead? Tony starts to fear that things are a lot more wrong than he previously thought.

Peter's breath catches and Tony realizes he's waiting, dying for an answer, and quickly pokes the cup towards NO.

Peter's shoulders sag.

"Uncle Ben?"

NO.

"T- Mr. Stark?"

Tony grins, "now we're getting somewhere!"

YES.

Tony is going to have his work cut out for him, but being here with Peter just feels right.

Peter breaks out into a matching smile.

"Wow, okay. I think I'm gonna need more paper," he says as the boy gets to work making a more complex system than YES and NO.

Tony watches on proudly, reminiscing about all the great Peter was and all the great he still is, despite his situation. Whatever this is, they'll figure it out.

Together.

[tonyspiderchild]

Steve: Tony!! Tonnny!!!

Peter: what are you doing?

Steve: I can't find tony

Peter: oh I can, watch this

Peter proceeds to put on a deep voice

Peter: I HATE PETER PARKER

Tony popping out from thin air

Tony: WHO THE HELL SAID THAT ABOUT MY CREEPY CRAWLY KID.

[tonyspiderchild]

Peter: you’re ruining my reputation.

Tony, whispering: something you never had.

Peter: what?

Tony: then get off my laps.

Peter, crying and hugging Tony tighter, burying his head in his chest: never.

[tonyspiderchild]

*Tony and Pepper are running*

Tony: wait

Pepper: what?

Tony: *stops*

Pepper, stopping: what?

Tony, looking at some boy (15 y.old Peter) who is playing with ducks: I think I just found our future son.

[tonyspiderchild]

Clint: Do you like being an Avenger?

Peter, nervous: y-yeah, I-I mean, Mr. Stark adopting me and i like it.

Everyone: …

Tony:

Peter, panicking: what, did i say something wrong?

Tony, messaging Pepper asking can they adopt one baby spider today: nothing, bubba, I think you just meant «adapting», but I like adopting option too.

[tonyspiderchild]

Pepper: how do you want your coffee?

Peter: as dark as my soul.

Pepper:

Peter:

Pepper:

Peter: it’s ananas juice?

Pepper: yeah, because you’re our sunshine :)

Peter: *crying*

[tonyspiderchild]

TexaCali

Was unsupervised for one second and was immediately doomed 😡 Anyways I been reading a bit on Texas history, just a little tho cuz i'm gonna be busy again! But I been talking with @halcyonlauren about these two morons, hopefully I'll develop Texas more with the things I learn 😌!

[tonyspiderchild]

texacali getting back together moodboard

the vibe is them both letting themselves be vulnerable enough to accept love from each other <3

the first one is cali's pov, the second is texas's pov, the third is them talking to each other, the fourth is both of them talking to themselves <3

[tonyspiderchild]

Idk how much you’re into Texas/Cali but how do you think they got together? What dynamic can you see in them?

I like Texas/California!

I think Texas/California can go in a bunch of different ways, but I like to think that it would start with Texas. Because Texas has a lot of internalized self-hate and he would deny his feelings a lot--he would need to go through some self-realizations before he could think about being with anyone. He would have to come to terms with being attracted to guys, and then being attracted to California. I think he would need a friend--Alaska would be a good listener, though it would be Maine giving the advice through Alaska.

California and his million and one issues would also deny any feelings for Texas but because of his reputation and the fact that the two spend more time arguing than anything else. He also has feelings that he's not worthy of love, which he has to work on. He's the type to seek approval

It would be a very slow crawl for them to even become friendly first. They would have to find things in common--so they meet by chance outside of work at an animal shelter to play with the dogs and cats, the one near the Statehouse. They don't talk about it when they're near the other states, but they keep going and eventually start talking like they can be friends.

California falls first, but won't say a thing.

Texas falls harder, and he struggles.

But when they manage to get their dumbasses together, their dynamic will very much be an old married couple who are still so in love with each other vibe. They will bicker, they will argue, but they will work on their communication and have support from their friends. They definitely will be pet-dads <3

Thanks for asking!!

[tonyspiderchild]

Tony: you are the most jealous kid I know.

Peter: you know other kids??

Tony: ..of course no, baby. come on here, give me a hug.

[tonyspiderchild]

Pepper: Tony, I’m tired of it. You need to stop using unhealthy coping mechanisms! I read that going on a walk might help to cope with stress.

*the next day*

Tony: today I went on a walk to the park near the lake.

Pepper: wait, really??? Omg I’m so proud of you!! I hope you got something from that experience and now you will go-

Tony: Yeah, you’re right, I have got something.

Tony, opening his coat and revealing the child: Meet our new son. His name is Peter and he is 15.

[tonyspiderchild]

Peter: all right first question. are you the killer?

suspect: no

Peter: really?

suspect: yes

Peter:

Peter:

Peter: killersaywhat

suspect: what?

Peter: got em! we got em!

Tony, banging a gavel: guilty! guilty!

[tonyspiderchild]

Tony: did you take a nap?

Peter: nah I’m okay.

Tony: why not?

Peter: I said I’m fine, besides afternoon naps are for babies.

Tony: well, YOU are in fact a baby and now we are going to take a nap.

[tonyspiderchild]

Tony: Peter, why are there so many spiders in your room? Just because you’re part spider it doesn’t mean you don’t have to clean your room, I’m going to kill them.

Peter: No, these are my children!

Tony: Like…literally?

Peter: Adopted! I saved them from a burning building last week and know they’re mine.

Tony: Last week, wasn’t that the time you laid in the Med-Bay with second degree burns and a smoke poisoning, because you wouldn’t leave a burning building for reason you wouldn’t tell me?

Peter: Uh, I’ve gotta go