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Date night is something sacred for Tony and Pepper. Mostly because they’re so rare due to their busy schedules. Sometimes, they go weeks without having one, and even though they try to balance it out by having three in a week with little work to do (which happens almost never), it still isn’t enough. Hence the Date Night Protocol which blocks every call, text, and email, making it almost impossible to reach them. The only ones that can reach them in case of apocalyptical emergencies are Rhodey, Happy, and Peter.

They just finished their steaks when FRIDAY interrupts their home-cooked meal. “Mr. Parker attempts to contact you.” Tony’s mouth is already open, the words that asking him to come to the boy’s school for his Physics project is not an emergency, but the AI continues. “He wishes to speak to Miss Potts.”

“What?” Tony can’t help but yell, and Pepper laughs at his dumbfounded expression. “Why?”

“He did not specify.”

“Are you worried that you’re going to lose your intern?” she asks with a smirk and takes another sip of her wine.

Tony squints his eyes. “No, why? Are you conspiring against me? Should I be worried?”

“I’m just saying that he’s still starstruck every time he sees me. You, on the other hand, just get his sass.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that that’s how teenager express their love these days.” Pepper chuckles again, and Tony waves his hand. “Let’s see what he wants, then. Connect the call, FRI.” A soft beep indicates the connected line. “Parker! Why do you try to distract my date? I have dibs on her tonight.” He winks at Pepper and gets an affectionate eye roll in return.

Something is wrong. Peter isn’t rambling. He isn’t apologizing. Instead, they just hear heavy breathing, and some noises Tony cannot place. A bad feeling settles in his stomach, and Pepper puts her glass down.

Finally, Peter speaks. “I’m sorry.” He sounds awful. His voice cracks at the first syllable, and it carries a kind of hoarseness Tony can’t put his finger on. “I forgot it’s date night. I’ll call back tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, Peter,” Pepper quickly says before he can hang up. “What do you want to talk to me about?” More silence. Something Pepper had dubbed Peter Panic – the kind of frenzy panic Tony always gets whenever a certain spider-boy is involved – starts spreading inside him. Without thinking about it, he pulls up Peter’s vitals – or tries to, at least. He’s not in his suit, hasn’t been for hours. More panic. “Peter?”

On the other line, Peter takes a deep breath. “I know you’re in charge of all the bureaucratic stuff and all that, and- I’m really sorry for asking, but I need my internship to be a paid position.”

Tony and Pepper share a look. Peter never ever asks for money. They tried to give him some on multiple occasions, one way or the other; a paid position, a bonus, a special gift. He always rejects them, saying he isn’t doing this for money, it feels wrong to take it, it’s too much to accept it, etcetera, etcetera. And now, without any preamble, without a single, exiguous hint, he’s asking for money?

Something is wrong. Something must have happened.

Pepper’s voice is warm and calm, with absolutely no indication that she’s worried. “Of course. We already offered you one weeks ago.” Peter doesn’t comment, and Tony’s mind is racing. Pepper lays her hand on his to keep him calm. For the first time since, well, ever, it’s not working. “Do you want to talk about the details?”

“I –“ he takes a shaky breath, and clears his throat. “I don’t think so. I just need a certification as soon as possible.” Tony has to draw a deep breath to stay calm, his hands gripping the table so tight, his knuckles turned white. The only reason he isn’t screaming and demanding answers is that he knows that Peter probably will not answer them if he does. It takes a lot for the boy to ask for anything at all. Showing any negative reaction, no matter what it’s aimed at, will most likely backfire. “And I … I want to ask about lawyers.”

Tony is close to hyperventilating now. Why is he asking for money and about lawyers? Every atom in his body screams at him to suit up and fly to him and fix whatever happened. To demand answers, to demand them now, because he needs to know what’s going on. Pepper gives him a pointed look, silently asking him to let her handle this. He can’t open his mouth. He’ll most likely start screaming if he does. Instead, he closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on the noises in the background. They sound familiar. “What do you want to know?”

“Do you know any good ones that aren’t too expensive? I think – I think I can scrape about three hundred bucks together, but –“ Peter voice breaks.

Tony’s patience breaks. “Peter, where are you? What’s going on? Why do you need money and a lawyer?”

“Mr. Stark,” he says, but it comes out as a sob.

The mechanic’s heart aches so bad. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Pepper scrolling through her phone, most likely looking for their lawyer Johnson. “I’m here. Talk to me.” This time, Peter really sobs. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably. “Where are you? I need you to answer me.”

“Hospital,” he answers. Tony is standing in an instant, calling his suit to him, and asking FRIDAY to locate Peter’s phone. Pepper gets up, too, still focused on the device in her hands, but sporting her usual, badass business demeanor.

“I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just sit tight.”

“There was an accident and- ,” Peter continues, his voice wet and so, so shaky. Tony stops. His mind connects the dots. No. He doesn’t want to hear what comes next. He can feel it in his bones, can feel the overwhelming sadness, can feel the unbelievable cruelty of the world. Why does such a sweet boy like him deserve so much grief and tragedy in his life? “May is- She’s –“ The rest of the sentence is swallowed by a violent sob, but they don’t need to hear it. Pepper gasps, grabbing Tony’s arm, either for his sake or hers. Tony’s heart is shattered in a million pieces. There is only a single thought on his mind: he needs to get to Peter. Now.

“I’m coming to you, Peter. I’ll be there before you know it, okay?” Peter mumbles something about a doctor coming to him and ends the call.

For a split second, neither of them moves, too floored by what just happened. Then, the moment is over and Tony turns to her, his mind already made up. “Pepper, I can’t-“

She shakes her head. “I know. And I’m on board.” A small, sad smile tucks on her lips. “The Tower would be awfully quiet without him. Go. I’ll have Happy drive me there, and deal with the rest.” Tony loves this woman. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her. He gives her hand a quick squeeze, and dashes to the nearest balcony where his suit is already waiting for him.

It takes nearly seven minutes for him to get to the hospital. He lands in an alleyway, steps out of the suit, and runs inside the building. His glasses navigate him to the location of Peter’s phone, and with every step he takes, his heartrate picks up. Tony doesn’t really have a plan other than make sure Peter is okay. No matter what it will take, though in the back of his head, he already knows what that means.

Peter sits in an otherwise empty corridor on some really uncomfortably looking chairs. His face is pale, except for a few bright red blotches on his cheeks. He doesn’t appear to be injured. Physically, at least, but he’s probably in some kind of shock. His gaze is empty and far away, and he’s perfectly still, which is something Tony has never see him do before. Tony wants desperately to run over to him and engulf him in a hug that makes him forget all of his worries, but something stops him.

Instead, he approaches him cautiously, opting to crouch down in front of him. Peter’s gaze is going right through him. “Peter?” he asks in a soft voice, and puts a hand on his arm.

For a long moment, it looks like Peter didn’t hear him. Then, he finally says: “I don’t know how to do taxes.” Tony doesn’t interrupt him. It’s not too hard to figure out what Peter wants to do. He lost his legal guardian. He’s asking for a paid position, and a document that proves it. He’s asking for a lawyer. He wants to emancipate himself. “Or what kind of insurances I need. And I’m really bad at doing the laundry. Or cooking. All I can do is reheat leftovers and cook frozen meals. May always reminds- … reminded me to eat greens and veggies, but I don’t know how to cook them. Or how to store them. What if everything I buy just addles?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Tony says, even though he isn’t sure Peter hears a word he’s saying. “We’ll have FRIDAY look everything up and make a list.”

“There is a convention next month. Ned and I planned to go. May was supposed to drive us there.”

“Happy can drive you.”

It looks like Peter wants to continue, but he stops. His eyes snap to Tony’s, finally recognizing the man in front of him. It takes Tony everything to stay still, to be strong for Peter, because the boy looks miserable. “May is dead,” he whispers with a broken voice.

The stupor breaks. Peter shakes uncontrollably as tears stream down his face, and Tony doesn’t even hesitate for a heartbeat before he pulls him in for a fierce hug. He whispers comforting nonsense, saying how sorry he is, that it’s okay to cry, to feel grief, that he isn’t alone, but he doubts Peter can hear his words over the sobs. He clings to him with such a tight grip, Tony is pretty sure the seams of his jacket rip. For a while – it feels like it could be everything from a few minutes to an eternity – they stay like this, Peter drowning in his grief and sadness, and Tony doing his best to hold his pieces together.

“I can’t go into foster care,” Peter sobs into his shoulder. “I can’t-can’t live with strangers. I just- I can’t.”

“You don’t have to live with strangers,” Tony reassures him.

“Th-That’s why I need the lawyer and the paid position.”

Tony’s heart is beating way too fast. Memories of his own childhood flash before his eyes. Doubts of his ability to be a father for any living being haunt him. The urge to make sure Peter is safe overwrites them all. “You don’t need to emancipate, Peter. You can live with us. With Pepper and me in the Tower.”

The boy stills and slowly looks up to his mentor. Tony wants to wrap him in a blanket and shield him from all the bad things in the world, but he just holds his gaze. “For how long?”

His next words should feel heavy. They should be difficult to say. But in this moment, they’re rolling off the tongue. “Forever, if you want to.” Peter blinks, a few stray tears that pooled in his eyes rolling down his cheeks. Tony quickly brushes them away. “Or just until the morning. However long you want or need. Whatever you want to do, I’ll always be there for you. You’re not alone, Peter.”

Peter doesn’t answer him. His eyes well up, and he buries his face in Tony’s shoulder, crying again. Tony just holds him, unable to do anything else. But he truly means what he said. Whatever Peter will decide to do, Tony will always be a step behind him to catch him if he tumbles and falls, and cheer for him when he succeeds. He just prays it’ll be enough.

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What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood

Summary: The universe is saved, Thanos is defeated, the Vanished are returned, and Tony has survived (though with severe radiation burns and one less arm). Everything should be good now - except that it isn’t.

While Tony embarks on a painful and frustrating recovery, he wrestles with the fear that he’s no longer capable of caring for his family. Meanwhile, Peter tries to find his place in a world that just doesn’t feel like his own anymore.

Words: 13.5k

Tags: Irondad, Spiderson, Ironfam, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-it (but it takes a while to get there), Emotional and Physical Whump, very faint mention of death ideation, Injuries, Vomiting, Everyone needs a Hug

A/N: For @aderymoonlight. Thank you for the prompt and for waiting half a year until it was finally ready. A million thanks to @whumphoarder for being the world’s best beta reader (seriously, I don’t know how I would have done this without you). Additional thanks to @sallyidss, @twentyghosts, and @newnewyorker93 for helping me with the tricky details. You are amazing!

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Like the flame of a candle caught in the wind, the arc reactor in Tony’s chest flickers, resists, and then eventually dies down. And so does something within Peter. 

“Stay back!” Dr. Strange shouts. He draws a sparkling circle into the dusty air, encompassing Tony and Pepper before making them disappear right in front of Peter’s eyes.

And suddenly, Peter feels a wave of exhaustion crash over him. The world shimmers before him like it’s about to dissolve. He sinks to his knees, drawing in laboured breaths. It’s simply too much. Within one day, he went from a school bus, to another planet’s moon, to the battlefield where the fate of the world is being decided, and he feels as if some parts of him are still scattered throughout the universe. 

Peter thinks he might throw up (or possibly faint), and he figures that he should probably alert someone to that, but the only person he actually knows around here is Mr. Stark, who might be dead, and oh god- 

“Spider-Man?” It’s Colonel Rhodes, to whom Peter has spoken maybe twice in his life. But the man looks at him as if he’s known Peter for years, as if he’s relieved to see him alive, and as if he still isn’t sure whether Peter is actually back or just a dream. “Are you injured?”

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Peter stutters, and he honestly doesn’t. He tries to get to his feet, but the world starts to spin around him in a nauseating way, so he sinks back down onto his knees. He can taste bile at the back of his throat and instinctively presses a fist to his mouth.  

“Okay.” Rhodey gives him a quick once-over, apparently not liking what he sees. “Stay put. Now where’s that goddamn magician -”

Then Rhodey is gone and maybe a minute, or a year, or a century later, the world explodes into golden sparkles and Peter has the unnerving feeling of being crumbled up into small pieces and sucked through the hose of a vacuum cleaner before being spat out again. He lands on a very clean linoleum tiled floor, his stomach in his throat. 

He starts gagging for good then, and someone is shoving a kidney-shaped pink basin into his hands. Hospital, his brain registers while he heaves up the breakfast he ate years ago mixed with dust from another planet’s moon, all the while his heart pounding with worry for his mentor. He clings to the basin with all he has because something in him is still convinced that he might dissolve again at any moment. 

“Take it easy, kid.” Someone is patting him on the back, and all Peter can do is nod before he is throwing up again. “Be right back,” the someone says, but then nobody comes back for a long time. There’s all hell broken loose around Peter, doctors and nurses running hectically to and fro, wheeling patients around. He knows that he should probably help - he’s Spider-Man after all - but he isn’t sure whether he can stand up just now. 

It seems like years that he sits there, faintly wondering whether everyone has maybe just forgotten about him. He stops throwing up at some point, but still feels dizzy and his bones seem weirdly light, as if he might float away if he isn’t careful. 

Then, finally, there’s a voice he knows. “Kid? Kid, is that you?”

“Happy?” Peter glances up and there he is, older and heavier and with a child in his arms.

“Kid? Peter? Oh god.” He sets down the girl and then encases Peter in his arms, tightly, the second completely unexpected hug today. “It worked. Oh my god, it worked. Where’s Tony?” 

“I don’t know,” Peter croaks, and then, out of all the questions in his mind, he picks the most recent one. “Is that your kid?” 

“What? No, no. That’s Morgan. She’s all Tony’s.” The girl has started to cry, tugging at Happy’s coat with one hand while hiding from Peter behind the man’s knees. “Okay, let me get her to Pepper and you into a bed - you look about ready to pass out.”

Ten minutes later, Peter is lying in a hospital bed, his suit pulled down to his chest to reveal dozens of bruises, an IV in the crook of his elbow and a blood pressure cuff wrapped around his bicep, and all he can think is Mr. Stark has a daughter?

After a while, Happy comes back and shoves a phone into his hands. May is on the other side, breathing heavily. “Oh god, Peter, oh my god,” she chokes out. Peter tries to reply, but suddenly everything comes crashing over him and he’s sobbing, heaving, hyperventilating, until someone empties a syringe into his IV port that knocks him out. 

May is there when he wakes up. The sedative is dissolving quicker in his body than it would in a non-enhanced human, but it’s making him drowsy and slow and his limbs so heavy that it feels impossible to even move. 

“Hey darling,” May whispers, blinking tears away. May doesn’t cry very often, so this must be bad, he thinks woozily.

“I’m okay,” Peter slurs, despite having no idea whether that’s even true. And then, although sleep is pulling him under again, he simply has to ask, “Were you… here?” Because he has to know if she had to spend another five years in grief - has to know just how broken she is. 

“No, honey, I was gone. Reappeared in our living room in the middle of someone else’s family dinner, just to see that they finally painted the walls.”

“Okay,” he breathes, and then, his eyelids already closing, he murmurs, “How’s Mr. Stark?”

“He’ll live,” May says. She adds something else, but he’s gone already.

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You Broke Tony

Summary: Peter stumbles into the tower one evening, clearly injured and in need of assistance. Cue a very agitated and sleep deprived Tony trying to make sense of what happened.

Word count: 2,180

Genre: Fluffy angst

A/N: This is set sometime between Homecoming and Infinity War, but my head canon is that Tony buys back Avenger’s Tower because he is a fickle man and also someone has to keep an eye on Spider-Man.

Link to read on Ao3

Tony had been holed up in his workshop non-stop for the past three days. He had just begun his newest project—a massive overhaul for the Iron Man armor in which he would finally integrate nanotechnology to create a fully retractable suit. It had been a difficult and tedious process thus far, evidenced by the bags under his eyes and borderline-dangerous levels of caffeine flowing through his system.

So when FRIDAY first interrupted the AC/DC album blasting over the speakers that evening to report that Peter Parker was standing in the tower’s entryway, Tony was confused.

“Huh? What day is it?” he asked the AI stupidly.

“It’s Thursday,” the female voice replied. “Peter is inquiring if you’re home.”

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#ironparents being there for spideyson  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Tony, holding a huge photo of Peter, which is probably bigger than Tony himself: HAve yOu sEEN ThIs boY?!?!?;

The Avengers: Not since today morning, why?

Tony: HE'S AT SCHOOL AND I MISS HIM. A BIT.

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ow my heart

Screenshots of Despair + Peter Parker

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When MCU Peter meets Spider-Verse Miles

Peter: So do you guys have a Dr. Strange too?? He’s like a wizard straight out of Harry Potter!

Miles: Harry Potter? Oh! Like the character from the Neville Longbottom books? I love those!

Peter:

Peter: What

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It’s My Party and I’ll Bite If I Want To

Summary: Peter grows venomous fangs on his sixteenth birthday and wrecks havoc at the Avengers compound. Tony’s pretty chill, all things considered.

Word count: 2,144

Genre: Crack, humor, whump

A/N: We all deal with our post-Endgame stress in different ways. Crackfic writing is mine.

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Ned enters the lunch room, grinning broadly. “Hey man, happy birthday! What do you—” He suddenly cuts himself off, frowning at Peter’s mouth. “Dude. What’s up with your teeth?”

Peter rubs a hand awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I dunno… just kinda woke up like this,” he admits. He runs his tongue over the sharp edges of his newly elongated canines. They had certainly been a shock to see in the bathroom mirror that morning. “Maybe it’s like, well, you know how you get your twelve-year-old molars?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe they’re like that,” Peter concludes.

Ned squints at him. “Except you’re not twelve. And those aren’t molars.”

Peter shrugs, but he’s feeling rather defensive. “Same concept, probably. I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.”

Ned huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure you didn’t get bitten by any bats recently? Any cravings to drink human blood?”

Sudden anger flashes in Peter and his eyes narrow. “Shut up, Ned!” he snaps. “I’m not a fucking vampire!”

“Whoa! Hey, calm down,” Ned says holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just joking,”

The rage dies down almost as quickly as it cropped up. “Yeah, yeah, I knew that,” Peter mutters as he opens his lunch bag. “Sorry.”

As Peter pulls out a bright red apple from his bag and takes a bite, Ned opts to just change the subject. “So, got any plans for this weekend?” he asks. “Going out with May to celebrate or anything?”

Peter feels his body flush as anger flashes back to him. He slams the apple down onto the table. “What do you mean ‘going out with May’?” he demands. “Are you saying my only date could ever be my aunt?!”

Ned blinks at him. “That’s… not what I said at all,” he says slowly. “You okay man?”

“Yeah, sorry…” Peter says as the heat flushes away. “I’m just, kinda stressed I guess? Homework or, uh, something.”

“Uh huh,” Ned says, sounding unconvinced. “Sure.” His gaze falls to Peter’s apple. “Whoa,” he mutters.

Peter glances down and suddenly realizes that right around his bite mark, the apple is now shriveling up into a dark green decaying mess. “Huh,” he remarks. “That’s… That’s weird.”

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Oh my god I love this

not to be an absolute fucking geek but the fact that the spine chilling sound from the prowler’s theme, which represents miles’s fear and anxiety regarding the prowler, is sampled at the beginning of what’s up danger, less intimidating and jarring but still there nonetheless, is an amazing example of the thought and care that went into every facet of spiderverse. an auditory representation of fear that we shared with miles is blended with the song that marks the beginning of miles’s ascension to heroism, telling the audience that miles is ready to accept that fear and that from that point onwards, he welcomes the risk and danger of being spiderman that he once fled from. in this essay, I will—

#OP where’s the rest? #OP WHERES THE ESSAY

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oh my god is that painted?!?! what the fuck???!!

Underoos!

click for better quality dear god

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i’m all for peter being portrayed as a teenager bc that’s just classic spidey, and if you prefer him being portrayed as a teenager that’s fine we all have preferences. my only issue with it is that people who only watch the spidey films and don’t read the comics are really missing out on some good adult peter moments. like right now in the comics peter parker is around 30 years old and watching him interact with younger superheroes is really heart-warming, because he’s been there and he gets how hard it can be, he feels responsible for these kids

and then there’s the renew your vows comic where he’s an actual dad married to mary jane, and they have a daughter who’s named annie may. and that series is full of really fun stories, plus it’s interesting to see how peter juggles being spidey and being a dad/husband and how those two things intertwine, also the dad jokes are endless

teenage peter parker is a timeless version, but that version is shown so much (especially in film) that it seems like a lot of spidey fans feel like adult peter wouldn’t be as good or true to his character which just isn’t true, so if you’re ignoring the adult version of peter parker then you’re seriously missing out on great character development/stories that show peter’s journey and his character more than anything

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Dad Level: 3000

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He’s got this.

Word count: 5,227

Genre: sickfic, hurt/comfort, fluff, whump

A/N: This story is set in March 2025. Morgan is five and Peter is 18 (but also 23 on paper, which totally isn’t confusing at all).

Most of the events of Infinity War/Endgame happened, except Captain Marvel did the snap with her mighty-glowing-lady-warrior-powers and so no one freaking died.

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading <3

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Tony walks into the kitchen Monday morning to see his five-year-old daughter standing on her tiptoes on a chair, attempting to reach a small cardboard box inside the open freezer.

“What is this, a heist?” he asks, moving towards Morgan. He loops an arm around her middle and lifts her into his arms, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head and causing the little girl to giggle. “I thought Mommy said no juice pops before noon.”

“It’s for Peter,” she says simply.

“Oh it’s for Peter, is it?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. “And why does Peter need a juice pop at ten in the morning?”

“Because he doesn’t feel good and juice pops always make me feel better,” Morgan concludes.

Tony’s brow furrows, but he just steps closer to the freezer to allow her to reach into the box properly. Now that he thinks about it, Peter had seemed pretty wiped last night, but he’d brushed it off as midterm exam stress. “I think he likes the orange ones best,” Tony advises.

Morgan fishes out an orange popsicle and Tony lowers her back down to the floor. She skips off down the hall, around the corner, and all the way to the cabin’s guest bedroom where the kid has been staying for the past two days since MIT spring break had officially begun. Tony follows along, his frown deepening when she continues straight through the room and pushes open the slightly ajar door to the ensuite bathroom.

It’s a sorry sight indeed. Peter is slumped on the floor, propped up between the bathtub and toilet, eyes half-closed and his cheek resting on the edge of the bowl. One arm is wrapped around his stomach and he’s pale and sweaty.

Morgan, bless her heart, runs right over to him. “I got you a juice pop!” she says brightly.

Peter blinks up at her and then swallows thickly before offering her the weakest of smiles. “Oh. Thanks,” he croaks. “Uh, do you think you can do me a big favor and eat it for me?”

Spinning around, Morgan gazes up at Tony, her eyes big. “Can I?”

Despite his growing concern, Tony huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure, why not,” he agrees. Pepper is the one always reminding him to choose his battles after all. “We’ll just keep this one to ourselves.”

As Morgan unwraps the plastic from her popsicle, Peter closes his eyes tightly and swallows again, face draining even further of color.

Tony pats Morgan on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you go eat that with Uncle Happy? I’m gonna sit here with Peter for a little while.”

“Okay,” she agrees, spinning around on her heel.

The moment she’s gone, Tony’s attention turns back to his other kid, who is looking even more miserable now. “Not feeling so hot, huh?”

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Viral Wisdom

Summary: When Peter’s dentist decides the kid’s impacted wisdom teeth need to go, Tony offers to have the surgery done at the compound. Honestly, Peter is looking forward to it. After all, he’s seen the viral videos—he’s pretty sure he knows what to expect.

What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 2700

Genre: Hurt/comfort, whump, minor surgery, fluff

A/N: Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading!

Link to read on Ao3

“You’ve gotta video it, Mr. Stark,” Peter says between bites of the pizza he’s currently wolfing down as part of what he and Tony have jokingly dubbed ‘The Last Supper’. The kid will be getting all four of his wisdom teeth removed at eight o’clock sharp the next morning, and being a teenage boy with an absurdly fast enhanced metabolism means Peter has decided the twelve-hour mandatory fasting period before surgery will be the worst part of the whole procedure.

Tony raises his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh I’ve gotta, do I?”

Peter grins. “Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “It’s gonna be awesome. Ned’s cousin got hers out last December, and when she woke up she was so high from the anesthesia that she started accusing the dentist of stealing her teeth and selling them to the tooth fairy on the black market.” He sticks the last bite of his pizza slice in his mouth. “Her mom filmed it and the video went like, viral.”

“You know,” Tony remarks. “Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but I got my wisdom teeth out during my senior year at MIT and I don’t remember anything like this happening. Just a lot of eating applesauce and mashed potatoes while resembling Alvin the Chipmunk.”

“No, no it’s a thing,” Peter insists. “These videos are like, everywhere. I saw this one where this lady woke up and forgot she was married but suddenly noticed her wedding ring and started freaking out, thinking her husband had just proposed. But they had been married already for like, three years.”

Shaking his head, Tony huffs. “You are literally a superhero with a secret identity and you think it’s a good idea to get wildly high on medication and then have me film whatever crap comes out of your mouth so you can post it on, what, Facebook?”

“Ha, Facebook,” Peter snorts as he reaches for another slice. “Good one, Mr. Stark. No one uses Facebook anymore.”

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D is for Diploma

Summary: Between all of his commitments, Peter’s grades start slipping, putting him in danger of losing his academic scholarship to Midtown. Stressed and guilt-ridden about the effect this will have on May’s finances, he ends up worrying himself sick and having a breakdown in Tony’s lab.

Word count: 3,759

Genre: emotional hurt/comfort, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: Thanks so much to @xxx-cat-xxx and @sallyidss for beta reading and encouragement <3

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“But how are you getting a C in gym class?” Ned balks at his friend. He’s peering over Peter’s shoulder as he scrolls through his quarterly grades on the school library computer. “Everyone gets an A. I’m getting an A. All you gotta do is show up and at least look like you’re trying and boom, automatic A.”

Peter rubs a hand at the back of his neck sheepishly. “So, remember after the Rhino dude attacked me, how I had all those bruises that didn’t heal right away?”

“Yeah…” Ned recalls, frowning. “But you said they didn’t hurt.”

“They didn’t! Not really, anyway,” Peter says quickly. “But like, I didn’t really want everyone to see that, so I kinda didn’t change into my uniform. And apparently if you don’t change, Wilson just marks you as absent.”

“Ah.” Ned gives him a sympathetic wince. “Yeah, that’s lame.”

“What I don’t understand,” MJ pipes up, glancing up from the book she’s had her nose in all afternoon, “is the D in Spanish. Rodríguez isn’t even a hard teacher.”

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welcome back spidey! i figured he wouldn’t be gone for long

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Grand Entrance

Prompt/Summary: “Would you ever write something in which Peter gets carsick with Tony taking care of him?”

Or, in which Tony and Peter attend a science expo just north of the border and Peter vomits his way into Canada.

Word count: 1,869

Genre: Sickfic, whump, hurt/comfort

A/N: Shout outs to @sallyidss for beta reading and being ever so helpfully Canadian, and to @xxx-cat-xxx for all your edits and ideas!

Link to read on Ao3

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be in a room with Søren Thygesen,” Peter says in awe. He’s scrolling through the conference workshop list on Tony’s Starkpad. “Do you think since you’re a speaker too, we can get backstage and meet him? Will he sign my textbook?”

Tony scoffs as he shifts gears on the Audi to overtake a slow-moving semi truck. Peter grins—he loves the rush of the 532 horsepower V10 engine lurching forward. “You have to be the only teenager in this country excited to see a three-hour lecture by an eighty-two-year-old Danish astrophysicist,” Tony remarks.

“A world-renowned Danish astrophysicist,” Peter corrects, looking up from the tablet. “Plus, he’s like the god of clean energy!” At Tony’s raised eyebrows, he quickly throws in, “Well, besides you, of course.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry kid, I’m not feeling threatened by your Scandinavian grandfather.”

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