#irondad tickle fic

[mushyblushyredhead]

Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

would you ever consider writing any IronDad ( with Peter1 ofc) ORR... any Peter1 with the avengers? its ok if not I was just wondering <3

Bucky, Sam, and Peter

Summary: Peter gets tickled by Sam and Bucky ❤️

(Thank you Anon, second attempt at a fic like this ❤️ I'm still figuring out the personalities of the other characters so any advice or suggestions would be wonderful ❤️ Otherwise, enjoy! ❤️)

Bucky scanned the living room. "Where are you kid?"

Meanwhile, Sam pushed past him into the living room. "Did you loose him already?"

"I didn't loose him."

Sam turned to his friend. "So you know exactly where he is? And we're not just talking into what looks to me like an empty living room?"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Maybe I lost him for a second. But the kid moves faster than you think."

Sam turned back to the living room. "The kid's what, thirteen? He can't move that much faster than you."

Bucky started walking through the living room. "You'd be surprised Sam."

"Sorry, just didn't expect you to be outsmarted by a fifth grader."

The older super soldier opened his mouth to retort, but then whirled and pointed to a small cubby in the corner of the room.

Sam stepped toward the cubby as quietly as possible followed by Bucky. The two of them stationed themselves on either side of the cubby. Then Sam grabbed the handle before quickly throwing the door open.

Everything was quiet for a half a second before a web came flying through the air. Shortly behind the web was the blur of a figure that Bucky snagged with one arm.

"Eek!"

Bucky readjusted his hold on the squirming figure. "Gotcha!"

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to drop in," Falcon teased the smaller figure.

"No!" Peter whined. "Let me go!"

"Not a chance kid." Bucky hefted him up. "Not when you make a noise like that."

"All I did was squeak!"

Sam started tazering the teen's sides. "Yeah, and which spot was it that made that squeak?"

"Ahh! N-nowhere! Y-you j-just startled me!"

"Then why did you take off so suddenly?"

"Cause you looked at me f-funny!"

Sam paused his tazering. "Oh so we're funny looking?"

Peter scowled. "Yes! Both of you look stupid."

Both older men were taken aback by the young teen's snarky comment.

"Wow, think we should just take that Sam?"

"Nuh-uh." Sam ruffled Peter's hair. "Unless he apologizes."

The young teen pulled his head away as he tried to fight back the smile on his face. "Not on your life old man!"

"Wow, do you give Tony this much attitude?"

"No, it's just reserved for you two."

"And why's that?" Bucky asked.

"Cause you two ahare annoying!"

"Well I don't know about you Buck, but I will not stand for this attitude," Sam exclaimed.

"Neither will I." Bucky started moving toward the couch. "Someone has to teach these kids some manners."

The next instant, Bucky tossed Peter onto the couch. While the young teen curled into a ball, Sam set on the edge of the couch. He scanned the teen's movements, noting that he wasn't trying to hard to get away. "You know, it's not an effective punishment if you like it so much."

Peter blushed big time. "Shut uhup!"

Bucky moved to sit beside the teen's legs. "Doesn't mean it won't still be effective."

Peter pulled his legs up slightly. The grin on his face wobbled nervously.

"Aww, he looks so nervous already."

The young teen kicked out Bucky's arm. "Shuhush!"

Suddenly, the older super soldier pulled both feet into his lap and wrapped his arm around them. "Now you're gonna get it."

Peter's eyes widened as his shoes and socks were yanked off. "W-wait!"

Sam pushed his arms out of the way before digging into his sides. "Too late."

A genuine squeal left the young teen's mouth as he started squirming in place. Both of his sides and feet were attacked by tickles.

"Aww, how old are you again kid? Feel like Tony shouldn't be allowed to hire babies on the Avengers?" Sam teased.

"Ihim nohot aha bahabyhy!"

Falcon spidered his fingers up Peter's sides to his ribs. "Uh-huh, sure."

"NaAHH!" The young teen snorted. "SAAAM!"

Bucky chuckled as he spidered across his foot. "Wow, didn't know yohou cohould get up that high kihid."

"SHUT UHUP!"

Sam moved his tickles to Peter's bottom most ribs. "Gotta make sure that spider bite didn't take away any of your ribs."

Peter's laughter turned higher pitched as he loosely wrapped his hands around Sam's wrists. The rib counting was always torturous and they knew it. And Peter loved it.

It felt so good just throw his head back and cackle for a while.

Once Sam finished his rib tickling, he moved up to the teen's neck to give him a breather. "Alright, alright. Don't explode."

"He has turned a lovely shade of red, don't you think?"

Peter snorted again. "Nohoho!"

"What shade would you call that? Strawberry or vermillion?" Sam added.

"No! Shuhush!"

"But we're not done with you yet."

The next sound to leave the young teen's mouth was a squeal as a finger scratched under his toes. "NOOO! NOT THEHERE! NOHOT THERE!"

"Whatever you're doing Buck, keep it up," Falcon added.

The super soldier chuckled. "I would love to but I don't want to kill him."

Sam turned back to look at Peter's face. "Aww, guess we've tortured you enough, eh kid?"

"YEHES! PLEASE!"

Bucky finally paused his tickles. "Alright, alright. Don't want to kill him."

Peter collapsed into a pile of residual giggles. "Yohou guhuys are soho mean!"

Sam pointed to himself and Bucky. "Oh, we're mean? These two right here? The one's you never told to stop?"

The young teen turtled into his shoulders and made no comment.

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought."

Peter pulled his feet away from Bucky. Before he could stop himself, a pout overtook his face.

"Oh my word, the dramatics," Bucky teased.

Peter's blush darkened as he fixed his face.

Sam smirked. "Well, atleast we figured out where that squeak came from."

Peter scowled. "You already knehew whehere it came from!"

"Yes, and if you smart off again, we know how to find it again," Bucky added as he stretched out his back.

Peter smirked. "Suhure yohou old folks dohon't need aha break first?"

Bucky and Sam shared a look before turning back the young teen.

Peter's smirk faltered for half a second, but he was able to keep it on his face.

Bucky crossed his arms. "You have 5 seconds."

Peter had never run so fast in his life.

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Peter Parker Living In Avengers Tower Masterlist

5 Times Peter Took Stuff From The Tower To School And One Time The School Came With Him To The Tower (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/steve/tony, bruce/loki T, 15k

Summary: Or: Peter is living at Stark Tower and sometimes takes stuff with him he isn’t supposed to take. People notice and comment.

After Aunt May’s death Peter was adopted by Tony and now legally goes by the name of Peter Parker-Stark. A few weeks after he moved into the tower the pardoned Rogues came back so everyone is once again living at the Stark/Avengers Tower.

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Plays after Civil War but actually everything except of that gets kinda ignored.

Christmas Time Tickle Fights (ao3) - Thebigheat pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Peter spends a Christmas at the Tower.

Dysfunctional (ao3) - ApolloLoki97 pepper/tony, bucky/natasha T, 19k

Summary: Or the typical field trip fic with a little extra thrown in.

Hard Blow (ao3) - tacendaparker16 G, 7k

Summary: Peter Parker is hit with a blast from some strange alien tech weapons while out on patrol, but tries to hide the fact that he feels like crap. However, when his condition quickly worsens as his night at Avengers Tower progresses, he can no longer hide the truth of his condition. Well, that is, not after he’s unconscious. Will the Avengers be able to save their little spider-ling before his time runs out?

Home Movies (ao3) - orphan_account wanda/vision G, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker has been filming and editing home movies of the Avengers since he first moved into the tower. This is just a description of one of his home movies, a bit of a sibling relationship with Wanda, and some vague irondad. Also, I threw in some twitter-ing. Gotta love the trash trope.

Hurt Me to Help You (ao3) - Grim_Reapers_Nuisance M, 9k

Summary: Peter Parker gets an internship as Tony Stark's personal lab assistant. Now living with the Avengers in the Avenger's Tower, the group begins to notice that there's more to their happy go-lucky spider boy. Warnings: Eating disorder, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, bullying, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-deprecation.

It’s a Secret to Everybody (ao3) - StarPrince_Punk T, 97k

Summary:

“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ——- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Living With Superheros? Not Cool (ao3) - Groot_Is_God G, 10k

Summary: It had been just under a year since Peter moved into the Avengers Tower with Tony and Pepper. Everything was going great until he got news that would turn him upside down. His class was going to the Avengers tower on a field trip. His class, was going to his home, on a field trip. That was destined to end well.

peter parker’s failed zoom meeting (ao3) - crobby T, 1k

Summary: Peter joins the class Zoom meeting and immediately tries to add his usual Kermit the Frog backdrop, but the computer won’t let him. “Come on,” he says to it, quiet enough that it doesn’t carry into the microphone, “Work with me, here!” The computer refuses to work with him, and Peter suffers the cruel fate of having his classmates see that he is most definitely not in his shoebox apartment in Queens, but rather in the Avengers Tower.

Or, Peter suffers through having his entire class learn that he’s quarantining with superheroes. Yikes.

Spider-Man Breaks the Internet (ao3) - maddieee1 N/R, 5k

Summary: Peter decides to start a YouTube channel as Spider-Man to “give the people what they want.” Chaos ensues.

Spider-Man Makes an Appearance (ao3) - finemeal harley/peter T, 7k

Summary: Peter can't go on the surprise field trip because he's missed too many days due to his internship and patrol. However, Tony comforts him by telling him that a tour is going to be coming to the tower, so he can make an appearance as Spider-Man. Peter can't wait for the tour, but what will happen when they find out that the tour is actually his class?

The Home Invasion (ao3) - Blue_Glass harley/peter, pepper/tony N/R, 13k

Summary: Peter Stark, more commonly known as Peter Parker, just missed out on the secret Academic Decathlon field trip because he had miscounted his days absent from school. Well at least he gets to stay home for the day right? What happens next is purely coincidence, but really Peter should have expected this to happen.

The Night We Met (ao3) - royallyidiotic G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker helps distract Bucky from a nightmare.

the obligatory field trip fic (ao3) - bajabucky harley/peter T, 8k

Summary: Sure, Peter had had worse days. Like that time he’d been out until 2am on patrol before a test. Or the field trip to Oscorp. But this had to be in his top five. What ruined his otherwise good day was the location of the field trip. Stark Tower.

Or, my version of the ‘Peter’s field trip to SI’ trope.

what a surprise, a field trip. (ao3) - orphan_account T, 3k

Summary: Now,” she said, stepping in front of the chalkboard, “I have some very exciting news.” Peter raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “As you may know, Stark Industries recently began an education initiative, and one part of this initiative includes field trips to the SI labs. I applied for our class, and our application was accepted.”

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or, peter's physics class (me?? just using the acadec team bc im too lazy to make more ocs??? where did you get that idea???) takes a trip to stark industries. featuring: peter's bizzarely high clearance level, peter being resident genius, and, of course, the lovable ball of sunshine that is amy parker.

[mystey-here]

if anyone would like to write an irondad tickle cheer up fic where peter (somehow) managed to fail his math class because of everything that he has going on and he’s feeling really terrible able himself for it and tony cheers him up (obviously including tickles) and just very wholesome fluffy sweet that’d be nice because it is i how had failed their math class and i am very distraught about it

[ficsandgiggles]

It’s Basic Dad Stuff

Happy Birthday to the lovely @babeyspidey​! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, and if not, I hope this cheers you up. Thank you for being such a great friend!

Although everyone around him was more than happy to treat the kid like family, there were times when Peter felt alone in the world. He missed his parents and Uncle terribly and he remembered being teased constantly about not having a mum and dad growing up. It especially hurt when it came round to Mother's Day and Father's Day, where there were adverts everywhere to advertise gifts for parents.

Today in particular, Peter was feeling incredibly down about this, he felt himself getting more and more upset each time Morgan played with Tony, or basically done anything which happened in a happy father/daughter relationship. He ended up shutting himself in his room for the night. Although he was happy that Tony had a family, he couldn't help but feel jealous that they had something he could barely remember experiencing.

His head was in another place for the next few hours. He completely zoned out, wondering about what would have happened if his parents were still around today. The different scenarios made him more and more upset until his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Kid? You still awake?" Tony asked as he opened the door, poking his head around to check on Peter, who sat up and forced a smile on his face.

"Hey Mr Stark. Yeah, come on in." He told Tony quietly as he sat up, moving over so Tony could sit next to him if he wanted to.

There were a few moments of silence between the two, but eventually Tony made the move by putting a hand on his shoulder. "So why did you come up here?" He asked the dreaded question right off the bat, making Peter sigh and put his head in his hands. There was no way he was going to say he was jealous of him and Morgan, that would probably be rude, but it was the truth.

"I just miss mom and dad." Peter admitted quietly, not noticing the ramble that was about to begin. "And Mr Stark, I'm really happy that you have such a sweet daughter and a loving wife, please don't think that I'm not but... it reminds me how I don't, and won't have anything like what you have, and it hurts to think about." He explained, tears brimming his eyes as he felt Tony wrap his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close.

"Pete, look at me." Tony told him, the bluntness in his tone immediately made Peter snap his head up to give Tony his full attention, so he continued. "Yes, I have the most precious family ever but guess what? You're a part of that family. I have always seen you as one of my kids I want us to have that father/son relationship as much as I want to have a father/daughter relationship with Morgan." He told Peter, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze as Peter gave him a confused look.

"So, no more of that 'Mr Stark' malarkey, okay? You're more than welcome to call me dad." Tony told him with a genuine smile after giving Peter's side a gentle poke, smiling to himself when he noticed him flinch a little.  

"Yeah, maybe... I'm just so used to calling you Mr Stark I guess." Peter replied, since that was all he could say due to feeling a little overwhelmed by what Tony had just said, also silently hoping that Tony didn't notice his flinch from the side poke.

Tony just smirked a little to himself edging closer to Peter as he slid his hand down to his side, nestling into there to get into position. "Well maybe you should try, because I'm gonna treat you like my kid even more now, starting with some simple fatherly tickles!" Tony announced before beginning to scribble into Peter's sides.

The unexpected Peter let out a shriek, he fell back onto the bed as he burst into hysterical giggles. His limbs flailed about everywhere in an attempt to stop the attack for a brief second. But that didn't stop Tony from slinging his leg over his waist to stop him from going anywhere.

"Come on kid, play along! This is basic dad stuff!" Tony teased, shaking his fingers into the kids tummy and smiling down at the care-free look on Peter's face. Despite his super-strength, the tickles easily weakened him into a childlike state, where all he could do was squirm around and lightly grip Tony's wrists. "I believe some dads' call themselves the tickle monster too, so I may as well go with that too." Tony grinned as he shot both his hands under the kids armpits.

"NOHOHOHO, MIHIHIHISTER STAHAHAHARK!" Peter yelped, arching his back as he screeched with laughter, not hearing Tony tut disapprovingly at his words.

"What did I tell you? It's either dad, or Tony." He replied, pinning Peter's arms up with one hand before drilling into his armpit with the other, smirking as he watched Peter laugh adorably and thrash around whilst attempting to pull his arms free. He shook his head helplessly since he was unable to respond.

"Also, Morgan loves these, maybe it's a Stark thing, shall we find out?" Tony asked casually as he pulled Peter's shirt up. He paused and looked at Peter a little sadly when he saw he looked genuinely confused. However, he chose not to say anything and just nuzzled his face into the kid's belly, blowing a huge raspberry on the super sensitive skin.

Peter screeched before breaking to a fit of laughter, he kicked and thrashed around as much as possible at the incredibly tickly feeling. It didn't help that Tony kept nuzzling his face in afterwards, the beard brushing into the skin to add to the sensation. He took in deep breaths when Tony sat up to give him a breather.

"Wow, sensitive one, huh?" He teased with a grin before burying his face back into his belly, blowing multiple raspberries until Peter's laughter went silent, when he stopped and let the kid go. Peter kept giggling for a good few minutes after that, he curled up on the bed with his head resting on Tony's lap without him realising. But Tony did notice, and smiled fondly at the kid he was happy to call his son.

"Thank you dad..." Peter mumbled sleepily, letting out a yawn and not even protesting when Tony shuffled him into the bed and tucked him in.

"You're very welcome kid, sleep well." Tony whispered with a bright, fond smile, he kissed him on the head, tears forming in his eyes as he crept out the room to let Peter sleep.

From then on, Tony was proud to say he had two adorable kids, and Peter was even prouder to call Tony his dad.

[fluffy-lee]

"You Never Stopped Being My Kid."

This is a TICKLE fic.

Irondad. Which ALWAYS means PLATONIC. 

Warnings: Pretty emotional.

Summary: In this non-canon fic, Peter goes to stay with the Stark's over Spring Break after Tony has recovered from his injuries from defeating Thanos. Peter struggles with this new normal while Tony tries to help him understand that he's a part of the family.

A/n: This fic is very emotional and unlike anything I have done before. I hope you all enjoy it. It took me a long time, but I wanted to bring you some Irondad happiness during this time... I love you 3,000.

Several months had passed since Tony saved the universe. Peter was sure he wasn’t going to make it, but by a miracle, Tony came out alive. His recovery had taken a while, but things were just now starting to go back to normal. Peter was so thankful every second of every day that he still had Tony as a mentor and friend. He always saw Tony as a father-figure, and he couldn't bear to lose that a third time.

 Tony had invited Peter to stay with them while he was on Spring Break. He thought it would be nice for the kid to get away from the city, and spend some real time with him without schedules or interruptions. 

  “Yes, May. I promise I’ll drive safe.” Peter smiled at his aunt, before she pulled him into a hug. 

  “Aww I love you, honey. You deserve a break.” She said, kissing his cheek.

   “I love you too, May.” Peter said with a smile.

Peter headed out the door and made his way to his car. He had been ecstatic to go spend some time with Tony and Pepper. Morgan as well, though they were still warming up to each other. She seemed to like him a lot, and he adored her, but he didn’t know if she really understood what had happened yet.

  Thoughts flooded Peter’s head as he drove on the highway toward Upstate. Peter felt a little awkward, but he didn’t know why. Things were a lot different before he died. Died. He still can’t comprehend that that’s what happened to him. He knew it would be different than going and working in the lab at the Avengers facility. 

  Tony was different now. A bit older and softer spoken, but he was still Tony. The events of Thanos snapping and wiping out half the population of the whole universe had a major effect on Tony, as it did everyone. Yet he, who is “Earth’s Best Defender,” lost to Thanos. He had no other choice but to try and move on. When he and Pepper welcomed their daughter into the world, life got better for Tony. The problem was, he drew all of his happiness from Morgan and Pepper, and bottled up the failure of what he felt was his responsibility, to protect the world. On top of that, he couldn’t protect his son from dying in his arms. He woke many nights in a cold sweat from his dreams of Peter begging “save me” before turning into ash as he held him. Tony became more sensitive from the events, and from raising his little girl. He had more patience and understanding. 

 Peter didn’t know what it’d be like visiting, since Tony was no longer in the hospital and was mobile, enjoying his retirement. Peter didn’t understand the weight of what Tony had done and how big of a part he played in Tony’s decision to look into time travel. All he knew is that his mentor, who wrapped him up in a hug as soon as he saw him, and even kissed his cheek, truly loved him like a son, even before the snap. 

  Peter arrived at Tony’s house in the late afternoon, the sun sparkling on the lake was beautiful, and he could smell the pine trees that towered all over the land. Peter felt a warm feeling in his chest. He turned his car off and pulled the key out, when suddenly he saw Tony step out on the porch holding Morgan, soon followed by Pepper. Peter got out of his car, smiling, as they made their way over to him. 

  “Hey Pete! Morgan say hi!” Tony said, walking over to Peter and wrapping him in a hug, still holding Morgan. 

  “Hi Peter! Can you do a flip like you did in the hospital?” Morgan asked, hugging Peter’s neck. 

  “Let’s let him get settled first-” Pepper began, but was cut off by Peter doing a backflip on the grass. 

Morgan cheered happily as Tony and Pepper chuckled. Peter smiled proudly. He loved how happy it made her. 

  “Be prepared to do a million more tricks, Pete, because she’s gonna ask you OVER AND OVER again!” Tony exclaimed sarcastically, tickling Morgan’s tummy, making her giggle and squirm. 

Peter blushed with a small smile before quickly turning away. 

  “It’s okay I don’t mind.” Peter said softly as he reached in the backseat to get his bags. 

Tony noticed Peter’s odd reaction and stopped tickling Morgan, setting her down to help Peter with his things. 

  Tony and Peter stood in the guest room where Peter would be staying. 

   “Here is the bathroom. It's got a shower, bath, and all the essentials, so just help yourself with anything you want and don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.” Tony rambled as Peter stood, playing with his hands, nodding. 

  “You seem a bit on edge, kid. What’s up?” Tony asked, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulder, knowing that comforts him. 

  “Oh. You know, I’m just awkward.”

  “Yeah and?” Tony teased, squeezing him closer. 

  “It’s just.. It’s different, you know? You’re.. I’m mean. No, it’s great, Mr. Stark. I’m really happy to be here.” Peter assured. He didn’t want to be rude or upset Tony. 

 “Look.. I know things are different now, and I know I’m different. Everything changed for you in what felt like a second, while five years passed, but… Peter. I don’t mean to get all sappy on you. I just.” Tony froze and thought for a moment. 

Peter tilted his head, waiting for Tony to continue.

  “You never stopped being my kid. Not for a second.” expressed Tony, holding back tears. He really didn’t care if he was getting emotional. Five years without Peter was terrible. It’s crazy how the best five years of his life were also the worst. 

Peter nodded, and smiled at Tony. 

 “Thank you, Mr. Stark. I’m really happy for you. For retirement, and Pepper. And Morgan. She is absolutely adorable, you know!”

  “Thank you, Pete. And yeah, I know.” Tony smirked. 

Suddenly, Morgan came skipping into the room. 

  “Mommy said to tell you that dinner’s ready!” 

    The four of them had a nice dinner, laughing and conversing. Peter was starting to feel more at home and knew that it was going to be a fun week. After dinner, it was still light outside so Peter and Tony took a walk out to the dock. 

  “You know, you can call me Tony.” Tony said, sitting next to Peter on the edge of the dock. 

  “Yeah.. I guess “Mr. Stark” is just a habit.” Peter answered. He could never admit that “Mr. Stark” was his own way of saying “Dad.” He’d be mortified if he ever accidentally called him that. He liked how he had his own name for Tony. Occasionally he’d call him “Tony,” but something always felt off about it. 

  Peter and Tony stayed out of the dock talking and reminiscing until the sun went down. The wind blowing gently, the crickets chirping, and the water below them sloshing, were all wonderful sounds that Peter rarely ever got to hear growing up in the big city. He really enjoyed being out there with Tony. He was finally able to talk to Tony about everything he wanted to for the past several months. He always had interruptions or limited time with Tony in the hospital. Now, he had all the time, and he cherished it so immensely, especially because he knew how lucky he was that Tony was still here. 

  Tony just listened. He smiled at the kid in front of him, taking in everything he was saying. The excited tones in his voice, his precious facial expressions, and his silly sound effects. He had him home. He just listened to the kid ramble on, just as he remembered him. He did notice how he was growing and maturing. Post-blip had an effect on everyone and everything, yet Peter was still Peter. Strong, dorky, funny, extremely intelligent, and eager to please. 

    “Pete?”

   “Yes, Mr. Stark?”

   “Do you want to see the garage? It’s my workshop.” Tony asked. 

   “Oh yes! Definitely!” Peter said, hopping to his feet and extending his hands to Tony to help him up. 

   “Okay.” Tony said, taking Peter’s hand and getting to his feet. “It’s about time we go in anyway, before you get bit by a radioactive mosquito.” 

Tony ruffled Peter’s hair as they both giggled. 

“‘Guna! I’m going to show Peter the garage. Want to come with?” Tony asked Morgan who was playing on the living room floor with her “babies.” 

She put her dolls down and scrambled to her feet. 

 “Of course you do!” Tony chuckled before scooping her up and tickling her tummy like he often did, earning her precious giggles. 

Peter smiled at the scene, but also blushed profusely. It reminded him of all the times his parents, Ben and May, and more recently, Tony, had tickled him. It also reminded him of how ticklish he was. He wondered if Tony even remembered that he would sometimes tickle him. He wondered if he’d playfully attack him like that ever again. He secretly hoped so, as he loves affection, but the very thought of it happening again made him a bit nervous and flustered. However, he doubted that Tony would. He even convinced himself that he wouldn’t. That happened almost six years ago, and he probably thought it would be too childish now. All these thoughts swarmed Peter’s head until he was pulled out of them by Tony’s voice. 

  “Kid? Uhh you good?” Tony asked, ceasing to tickle Morgan. He was reminded of Peter acting this way when he first arrived today. He noticed Peter’s red face and awkwardness. 

  “Y-Yeah? I’m-I’m just excited t-to see the old equipment! Yeah, that’s all.” Peter stuttered.

Tony gave him a look, like an “I know something’s up with you” look, but ultimately pushed it to the back of his mind.

  “Here we are.” Tony said flicking on the lights, revealing his garage/workshop. 

  “This is AWESOME, Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed as he walked around looking at the whole set up, all while Morgan was on his shoulders. “It reminds me of the compound.”

  “Yeah, me too, Pete.” Tony agreed. 

He had moved a lot of the equipment he and Peter used before… the war. When Peter would come to the compound on the weekends, they’d build things and work on suit advancements. After the snap, and he and Pepper started their family, Tony wanted to bring home some of his favorite equipment. It wasn’t a coincidence that almost all of it was what he and Peter used frequently. They reminded him of Peter. 

 More time in the garage had passed, when Pepper came in. 

  “Madam Secretary, it’s your bedtime!” Pepper announced. “Who do you want to put you to bed tonight?”

  “Daddy and Peter!” Morgan answered.

  “Okay, well I’m going to take a bath and head to bed.” Pepper said as she walked over to Peter and Morgan. “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

Peter knelt down to let Morgan kiss Pepper. 

Pepper smiled at Peter and fondly ruffled his curls. “I’ll see you in the morning, Peter. I love you as well!” She gave him a kiss on the head, making Peter feel very loved and appreciative. 

Tony smiled at the scene, like he was looking at his completed jigsaw. 

  “Daddy, I want my bunny.” Morgan pouted slightly, as she laid tucked into her bed. 

Peter had just finished reading her a story, as Tony laid across the end of the bed, watching the two’s adorable interactions. 

  “Well where is he, hon?” Tony asked his daughter. 

  “I left him downstairs with my babies.” Morgan explained. 

  “I’ll go get him for you!” Peter said, jumping to his feet in pursuit of the gray stuffed bunny that Morgan had since she was a baby. 

 Peter entered the living room and grabbed the bunny, happily making his way upstairs. By the time he made it back to the room, Tony was tickling Morgan again all over her sides, tummy, and ribs as she howled with adorable laughter. Peter froze and felt out of place, almost like he was intruding. He didn’t know what to do or say, and he wanted to just walk out, but Morgan had already spotted him, and her bunny, while Tony was tickling her to pieces.

Peter walked briskly over to the edge of her bed and set the bunny down. 

  “Uuuuh h-here Morgan! Haha ok! G-Goodnight!” Peter spluttered as he awkwardly made his way out of the room, mentally cursing himself for being so obvious and weird. 

  “Where ya going?” Tony grinned as he observed Peter and stopped tickling Morgan. He definitely put two and two together as to why Peter kept doing this, and honestly? It melted his heart. It was too cute. 

  “Downstairs!” Peter called as he made his way down the stairs to the living room couch. He immediately started thinking of something convincing to tell Tony when he inevitably asked him what THAT was. Telling the truth wasn’t an option. It was too embarrassing. 

   A few minutes later, Tony walked down the stairs and plopped on the other side of the couch, facing Peter and resting his cheek on his fist. 

Peter looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for what Tony was going to say.  

  “Sooo, what was that? Tony asked with a sly smirk. He knew. 

  “What was what?” Peter replied. 

  “You kinda ran off.”

Peter sighed and looked down at his hands. “I uhm.” Well, maybe he could be mostly honest. “I just didn’t want to intrude.”

  “Intrude? You were supposed to be there… You're supposed to be here.” Tony reassured him.

  “Yeah, I just know that I was gone for a really long time, and she’s your child.” Peter said. 

Tony shifted in his spot and thought for a moment. “Look kid, I’m not your dad. I was never trying to be. I’m not trying to be now. But you are my kid. I know, doesn’t really make sense. You mean more to me than a mentee, apprentice, ward, whatever people assume. I meant what I said earlier.”

Peter didn’t know what to say. He just smiled and launched forward, hugging Tony. 

Tony chuckled and didn’t hesitate to hug the kid back. A minute or two passed as Peter cuddled him, his eyes closed and ear pressed to Tony’s chest. 

Tony decided to drop the bomb on him, you know, to make sure the kid knew how well he still knew him. 

  “Also, Pete, I know that you acted weirdly because tickling makes you blush.”

Peter’s eye shot open and he pulled away to face Tony. His heart started to pound and his cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh really? You’re gonna try to lie to me? I think you’d be surprised to know how much I remember.” Tony beamed. 

  “R-Remember what? I-I uh. Remember?” Peter stuttered nervously. He started to think that Tony might be about to, maybe, tickle him again. It was so embarrassing that Tony caught on, but also kind of relieving. 

  “Well, I remember that you’re super…” Tony trailed off, putting on a serious face to mess with the kid. “TICKLISH!” And with that, Tony pounced on Peter, kneading his sides. 

Peter let out a surprised shriek, and fell into adorable, bubbly giggles. Tony’s heart melted. This was just like he remembered, but he wasn’t going to hold back this time. This kid needed a good wrecking. 

 “Mr. Stahahahaarrk! Noohohohoho hahahaha!” Peter cackled. He tried to toss around but Tony had him pinned.

  “No? Aww come on, kid! You’ve been waiting for me to tickle you all day! Just like you used to.” Tony teased ruthlessly. He began to scribble his fingertips into Peter’s tummy, a particular death spot of his. 

Tony’s comment made Peter’s ears burn and the tummy tickles definitely made his belly laugh come out. He couldn’t believe that Tony knew, like he could read his mind. Yet, he was loving this. 

Tony gave Peter a break so the kid wouldn’t pass out. Peter caught his breath for a moment. 

  “...How did you know? Peter mumbled, unable to even look him in the eye. He couldn’t keep the silly smile off his face. 

 “Because you make it so obvious!” Tony answered, before vibrating his fingertips into Peter’s ribs, sending him back into hysterics. 

 “Thahahahat tihihihickles!!” Peter burst through his laughter. 

 “Does it? I couldn’t tell!” Tony replied sarcastically. 

Peter laughed and squirmed trying, but failing, to escape the tickling. It took him back to when Tony used to tickle him, but somehow he was even better at it now, and was tickling him for a long time. 

Tony stopped tickling Peter’s ribs after a few minutes and Peter just laid there giggling. 

  “You know what else I remember, Pete?

  “Thahahat you’re evihihil?” 

  “Nope. I remember that your armpits are your most ticklish spot!” Tony said and shot his hands under Peter’s arms, tickling as best as he could. 

Peter trapped Tony’s hands under his arms and he absolutely lost it, howling with hilarious laughter, before silent laughing to the point where he gasped for air. 

  “Tickletickletickletickletickle!” Tony taunted, still digging into poor Peter’s armpits. 

Peter fell in and out of silent laughter and got to the point where he just laid there, taking the ruthless tickles, instead of trying to fight it. 

Tony was laughing fondly at his adorable reactions, and finally stopped, but couldn’t slip his hands out. 

  “Pete, you’ve trapped my hands! Lift your arms up!” Tony laughed.

  “Ihihihihi cahahahan’t!” Peter giggled, ticklish sensations still running through his hyper-sensative nervous system. 

  “You have to!” Tony chuckled. This was too good. 

  “It’s gonna tickle!” Peter squeaked. 

  “It won’t! Just do it really quickly!” 

It took Peter a while, but he finally lifted his arms up and let Tony’s hands free with a squeal, only to have Tony drill into his hips. 

  “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Peter cried with laughter. This was another bad spot.

  “Aww why not? Too ticklish?” Tony teased. 

  “YEHEHEHEESS! STOHOHOP!” 

Tony finally let up after a while, and Peter rolled to his side, catching his breathing and giggling from the remaining tickly feeling. Tony just sat back and watched the kid recover. 

    “You good?” Tony asked. 

   “Yeahaha, Dad.” 

Peter and Tony both froze. 

Peter’s heart dropped. If he wasn’t flustered before, he definitely was now. He couldn’t believe he just said that. 

Tony had the biggest smile on his face. 

  “I’m sorry.” Peter said. 

  “Do NOT apologize.” 

  “I didn’t mean to.” 

  “Don’t be sorry! You can call me whatever you want. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” Tony attempted to reassure him, but Peter was obviously going to fret. 

Tony rubbed Peter’s back and looked over toward the kitchen. 

  “Come with me.” Tony said, getting up and walking toward the kitchen.

Peter slowly trailed behind. 

Tony grabbed a black picture frame off the shelf and placed it in Peter’s hands. Peter looked down at it fondly. 

  “How long have you had this in here?” Peter asked.

  “A really long time.”

  “Why are you showing me this?” Peter asked again. 

  “Because you're upset that you called me “Dad.”

 Peter looked up at him with confusion.

“I never told anyone this..” Tony trailed off, before proceeding to explain the significance of the picture, how it motivated him to discover time travel, and how it ultimately saved the universe.

Peter cried.  

[mcugiggles]

Masterlist

Reader Inserts:

Mind Reading- The reader finds out Loki has been studying mind reading, and hopes he can't see what's going on inside her head. Platonic!ReaderXLoki

Vulnerable- Thor leaves Loki in charge of the sickly young princess, who has the advantage of being but a child, yet still feeling embarrassed in front of the dashing prince. Platonic!ReaderXLoki

Shame- Loki has a conversation with the youngest resident of the avengers tower. (Tickle Fic) Platonic!ReaderXLoki

Goodnight Kisses- Loki doesn’t want to let go of this moment with you. Platonic!ReaderXLoki

Weaknesses in Sparring- Sylvie doesn’t seem to want to give you a break. You agree to let her teach you in a sparring match. Loki just wants you two to get along. (Tickle Fic) Platonic!ReaderXSylvieandLoki

PLATONIC Tony and Peter:

OCD- Peter hasn't been feeling like himself, and when he finally snaps, Tony realizes something is wrong. Honestly, he probably should have seen it earlier. Irondad

PLATONIC Thor and Loki:

Sun Kissed- Loki's pale complexion is a great target for the summer sun in New York. Platonic!ThorXLoki

[littlelovelyspiderling]

littlelovelyspiderling’s writing masterlist

i caved and made an AO3 so i can actually do this now!! all links under the cut

ATLA

Mending - What if Zuko was the one struck by Azula's attack in The Chase? And what if instead of fire, it was lightning? A short exploration of what would have occurred between Zuko, Iroh, and the Gaang in that scenario. Hint -- the Gaang has a LOT of fun messing with him.

The Competition - The avatar gang competes to see who can get Zuko to laugh first. Adorableness ensues.

Legacy - After a string of losses, Zuko is acting uncharacteristically dejected. Iroh employs one of Ursa’s old methods to reanimate his despondent nephew.

Weaknesses - Zuko is captured while pursuing the avatar gang. They want to know what he knows about the Fire Lord, but they don’t want to hurt him to get him to talk. A hungry Momo enlightens them on how to do just that.

MCU Spider-Man

Meeting The Real You - Peter Parker can't wait to meet the newest superhero team to enter the scene: The Fantastic Four. More importantly, he can't wait to finally meet another superhero his age: 16-year-old Johnny Storm, aka the Human Torch. That is, until he does. And Johnny turns out to be a grade-A dick. But maybe there's more to Johnny than Peter initially thought. Maybe he's not just an egotistical media star, or a short-tempered hothead, or an alarmingly pretty face who makes Peter's pulse race. Maybe they have more in common than they realize. And maybe this feeling that overwhelms Spider-Man anytime Johnny is around isn't jealousy after all...

Sunshine Boy - After losing May to the Green Goblin and everyone else due to Dr. Strange's memory-erasing spell, Peter Parker is on his own and struggling to adapt. Fortunately, a pair of unexpected interdimensional visitors stop by to help him adjust, and remind him how to feel joy despite his tragic circumstances.

Interrogation - After the battle in Germany, Captain America kidnaps Spider-Man in response to Tony capturing his teammates. He, Bucky, and Antman try to get the kid to tell them where Stark has taken their friends. All attempts turn up fruitless, until Scott propose a new tactic—one that might just be silly enough to work.

Venom’s Vengeance - After being dragged into the MCU universe, Venom wants to kill Spider-Man, but Eddie makes him heal the wounded hero instead. Upon binding to Peter Parker, Venom learns of a new weakness humans have, and realizes there are ways other than biting your enemies' heads off to exact revenge...

Unmasked - Spider-Man is forced to fight the Sinister Six while he’s sick, which leads to his enemies making unexpected discoveries about their arch nemesis.

Finger Painting - Peter decides to prank his teammates in attempt to cheer everyone up, only for his teammates to prank him back using their new favorite mood-lifting method.

Dialed to Eleven - The spider bite that gave Peter his powers has an unexpected (not to mention, embarrassing) side-effect that he wants gone. The kid turns to Tony Stark for help.

Stab Deterrent - Peter gets stabbed and requires the assistance of Dr. Cho and her cell regenerating device to heal. What follows makes Peter never want to get stabbed ever again.

Truth or Dare - Peter, Ned, and MJ decide to play truth or dare. After a certain truth about Peter is revealed, Peter finds himself fiercely regretting his choice in party games.

The Photoshoot - Tony needs a photo of a young and happy face to put on Stark Industry’s website and requests Peter’s aid. When the grumpy kid can’t seem to smile normally, Stark takes matters into his own hands.

A Sinister Situation - Spider-Man is caught in the clutches of his worst nemeses. A deadly predicament turns into a fun little game, which turns out not so fun for the web-slinging hero.

Doc Oc - Peter is captured by Doctor Octopus. While trying to get the young hero to talk, the evil scientist learns a few interesting facts about New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Science vs Magic - Tony and Stephen argue over whose abilities are better. Via a very unconventional method, the pair use said abilities on Peter to prove whose are better.

Tickle Monsters - Sam and Bucky can tell Peter is hiding something. A special persuasion technique is found very effective on breaking the young hero’s stubborn disposition.

Breaking Point - Peter’s got too much on his plate but won’t accept any help. This does not sit well with Tony Stark.

Cranky Cassie - Peter is upset about a bad test grade. Tony hosts an Avengers movie night to try to cheer him up. It does not go as planned.

New Suit - Tony gives Peter a new suit that ends up having a few bugs. As usual, things go south for Spider-Man very quickly.

The Experiment - Peter Parker agrees to help Black Widow test a new device. When he gets stuck, some of his fellow Avengers decide to have some fun.

[squashedbananatk]

Don’t mess the the Iron-Man or Spider?

Some Irondad goodness for you all! ❤️ After Tony descovers something about Peter he can’t seem to stop using it to his advantage. Intil Peter fights back...

“Finally the weekend...” Peter sighed with relief. He stumbled into Mr Stark’s office to find said man working on his suit.

“Hey kid.” Tony acknowledges not looking up from his work.

“Hi Mr Stark...”Peter said his mind elsewhere. Sure it was the weekend but Tony asked the kid to come over to the lab after school at the tower to do some work.

“Come on I’ve got some new upgrades for your suit.” Tony welcomed.

***

Several hours had past but Tony had no idea how many.

“Hey kid you ok? You’ve been pretty quiet.” Tony asked writing something down in his notebook. When Peter didn’t reply, he looked over to find the kid asleep at the desk he was working at. He took a look at his watch *10:37 pm.*

“Shit” Tony said under his breath as he got up out of his chair and walked over to the teen. Tony rolls his eyes as Peter lightly snores.

“Hey kid” Tony said gently shaking his shoulder no response.

“Peter.” Tony tried again still no response. Damn this kid was a heavy sleeper.

“Peter come on, get up kid.” Tony said gently poking his cheek. Peter groaned refusing to wake up. Tony snapped his fingers in his ear. Peter groaned but only turned his head away. Tony sighed.

He then started using his pen to poke Peter, eventually he hit Peter’s side which made the teen flinch away sleepily. Tony’s eyes scanned the sleeping teen and he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. He did it once again and Peter flinch away again. “Noho!” Peter giggles sleepily.

Tony began to catch on now.

Tony smiled before poking his side again. Peter twitched and squirmed with small giggles escaping. Tony squeezed his hand under Peter’s arm and squeezed his ribs. Peter jolted awake before small laughter was heard as he turned away, with his back facing Tony.

“Mahahay! Cuhuhut it ohout! You knohohow how tihicklish I am!” Peter laughed turning his head to look at his “aunt.” Only to his surprise it wasn’t his aunt. He only saw Mr Stark standing there leaning one hand on the table with his other hand still on his ribs.

“M-Mr Stark?!” Peter said in surprise his cheeks beginning to burn up. Tony just smirked at the kid. Which Peter didn’t see often.

“W-What?...”

“Nothing, just intrigued...” Tony said not losing that smirk. There was an awkward pause for a moment before Tony cleared his throat going back to his more serious demeanour. “Well, you best be getting home, don’t want your aunt getting mad at me.” Tony said as Peter stood up and grabbed his bag.

“Alright... W-Well uh, bye Mr Stark!” Peter said speed walking out the door, but not before he heard “Huh ticklish... good to know...” Peter’s face became even redder then he thought possible as he exited the building.

*******

The next weekend Peter was once again at Tony’s lab working on his web shooters.

“Hey Mr Stark?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any extra steal I could barrow?” Peter asked.

“Yeah it’s right up there.” Tony said pointing up to a high shelf behind him.

“Ok thanks.” Peter replied as he walked over and reached up to grab the box. Tony looked back and very quetly put his tools down he couldn’t resist messing with the kid. Peter then suddenly felt two hands squeeze his ribs. He screeched and whipped around only to see Tony hard at work at his desk behind him. Tony was hoping Peter couldn’t see his smile from behind.

“Uh... M-Mr Stark? D-Did you just-“

“Hm? What kid?” Tony asked acting completely obvious as he turned to look at him.

“N-Never mind.” Peter said a small smile on his face.

Peter went to grab the box again trying to forget about whatever the hell just happened.

******

“So do you think everything is ok with the new web shooter design?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, looks good kid.” Tony replied handing him back the sketch. Peter sat down at his little makeshift desk.

“Just make sure the materials are ok with the web ingredients first.” Tony suggested before elbowing him in the side. He flinched away with a yelp before he fell out of his chair from the recoil. Tony had to try so hard to keep from laughing at the sight. Peter didn’t know what had gotten into to Tony but he has seemed a bit playful over past few days... And those few days turned into weeks as the next few consisted of random pokes, squeezes and tasers for Peter. He knew all too well it was Tony messing with him, but why all of the sudden? Granted, he didn’t mind this playful side of Tony, but he couldn’t figure out why he was doing it. Ever since that one time he tickled him awake he has kept attacking him at random. But Peter had a plan, if Tony wanted to play, then so be it.

*****

It was Thursday evening when Peter’s plan came into motion. He had just got back from running some errands for him and he decided to give Tony a taste of his own medicine.

Peter snuck into the stark towers and made his way to Stark’s lab. Once he got to the door he peeked through to see Tony working at his desk.

Perfect Peter thought before he snuck into the office. He silently climbed up the wall and onto the ceiling. Tony looked up from him desk to see the door opened slightly, he stood up from his chair trying to see who was there. No one.

Peter had now made to where he was above Tony. Peter stuck a web out of his shooters onto the ceiling before slowly descending down behind the millionaire.

Peter waited for the perfect moment before striking. Peter silently stuck the web to his feet so his hands were free. He made his hands into claws and attacked his mentor’s sides.

“AH!! Hehehey! Whahat the!?!” Tony laughed, turning around to find a smirking teenager hanging upside down.

“Hah! Don’t mess with the Spider! Mr Stark!” Peter joked still smiling. Tony stared at him for a moment before an evil smirk of his own appeared.

“Oh I’ll mess with the Spider kid!” Tony joked before he suddenly dug into the young hero’s sides.

“Ah! Hehehey! Noho fahair!” Peter suddenly yelped out. He really didn’t think that whole escape part through very well. Now he was stuck hanging upside with The Tony Stark tickling him! Definitely not something you hear of everyday.

“N-Noho wahahahait! Mr Stahahark!” Peter giggled trying to stop his mentor.

“You started this fight kid! This is completely fair in my eyes.” Tony replied before scribbling his fingers all over Peter’s neck.

“Hey! Hey! Cuhuhuhut it ohout!”

“Did you really think I wasn’t gonna retaliate kid?” Tony chuckled.

“Mr Stark! Mr Stahark Stohohop! I’m Gonna faha-AH!” Peter suddenly screeched as he fell to the floor. Tony froze for a second in surprise. Tony smiled at the mess of a teenager o his floor.

“There! Let that be a lesson to you!”

“Well I mean... You kinda started it...” Peter snarked trying to regain his composure.

“Oh yeah?” Tony taunted walking towards to teen on the floor. Tony would never admit it but he was actually enjoying this. His dad never played around with him like this as a kid and he wanted to bond with Peter in the way he never had.

Peter scrambled to his feet knowing what was coming, there was a bit of a stand off for a minute before Tony lunged at the kid just missing him. Peter took that opportunity to make a break for it.

“Oh no you don’t underuse!” Tony chuckled chasing after the kid.

Peter turned a corner continuing to sprint down the hallway not fully sure on where he was going. He could hear Tony’s running feet on his tail. He ran towards the living commans being really the only other place he knows the location of in this huge building. He got through the doors then shut them panting everyone else was in there so he figured maybe they would protect him.

“Hey kid, whats the matter?” Nat asked.

Just then Tony flew open the doors eyes locking on Peter as if he was some kind of prey. Tony started making his way towards Peter as he backed away.

“Uh heh, M-Mr Stark! L-Lets talk about this! I uh...” Peter rambled before his back hit a wall Tony closed in on him and grabbed the kid’s sides. Tony froze to create antisapation.

He gave the teen’s flanks a squeeze as if to test the waters and Peter jerked away as best he could releasing a loud screech from his lips.

“Well that looks promising...” Tony said as if he were doing some kind of experiment.

“N-Nonono! Mr Stahark! IhIhIhI’m sohohorry!” Peter giggled as Tony’s fingers squeezed and pinched the young hero’s sides. Tony couldn’t hide the smile on his face anymore. He was growing fonder of the kid with every second.

“Mr Stahahahahark! Ahahahahaha!” Peter protested through his snorts and giggles eventually sliding down to the floor but Tony followed. Peter tried crawling away but Tony pulled him right back.

Everyone else in the room froze and just kind of watched this unfold.

“Kid I think we’ll need to work on this. Don’t want a bad guy tickling you into revealing our secret information!” Tony teased on.

“Thahahat wohohon’t hahahappehehen!” Peter disagreed twisting and turning on the floor.

“You don’t know that!” Tony retaliated digging into the teen’s flanks.

“AH! NONONO! Mr Stahahahark!” Peter hollers.

“Hm? bad spot?” Tony askes with a shit eating grin on his face.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Peter replied turning on his side.

“Noted.” Tony joked before digging into his ribs.

“AHAHAHA! Nohohohoho!” Peter squealed.

“Hm ticklish bones, interesting...”

“Leheheheheheave myhyhyhyhyhy BOHOHOHONES alohohone! AHAHAHAHA!” Peter laughed rolling on his side trying to protect any part of his hypersensitive torso.

“I don’t know if I should just yet kid. This is kinda funny. It’s like you’re covered in funny bones.” Tony teased.

“Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s ehehembarrasihihing!”

“Hmmmm I don’t know... What do you think?” Tony asked digging his thumbs into the ticklish flesh under his ribs.

“AH! Mr Stahahahahaharak! Cuhuhuhut ihihit ohohohout ! AHHAHAHA!” Peter laughed squirming and wriggling like a worm on a hook. Since when was Tony so playful?

“Lehehet mehehe gohohoho!” Peter giggled out kicking his legs.

“You’re the one who wanted a fight kid!”

“YOHOHOHOU STAHAHAHARTED IHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!” Peter screamed.

“Yeah that’s true.” Tony replied.

before digging into his ribs again. This kid couldn’t get anymore adorable!

Tony snickered before digging his fingers into Peter’s tummy. Peter kicked his legs out bursting out into a whole new wave of laughter.

“GAHAHA! MR Stahahahahark! NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT TEHEHEHEHEHERE!” Peter laughed grabbing Tony’s wrists.

“Hm? I’m assuming this is your tickle spot huh?” Tony teased having way too much fun to stop.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“No? Well then where is it?” Tony chuckled

Peter struggled to sit up and began pushing at Tony’s hands.

“IHIHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT TEHEHELLING YOHOHOHOU THAHAHAHA-“ Peter screeched throwing his head back in ticklish laughter when Tony went for his underarms. Everyone in the room by now began giggling along with Peter including Tony.

“Ah, I think I found it!” Tony teased digging in to Peter’s insanely ticklish underarms. Peter hadn’t laughed this much in a long time. It actually was pretty nice to just let go.

“OK! OK! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” Peter screamed. And just like that Tony stopped.

Peter laid there catching his breath. Tony chuckled.

“Y-Yohou’re such a jeherk!” Peter said covering his face with his hands.

“I don’t think you should be calling me names kid!” Tony said giving his tummy a poke.

“I think we need to change your statement from before. “Don’t mess with the Iron-Man.”

“D-Don’t mess with the Iron-Man...” Peter huffed out before sitting up. It was at that point the two noticed the rest of the team watching them.

“Haha! You alright kid?!” Nat asked as she approached the two along with the others following. Nat offers Peter a hand up which he gratefully takes.

“Geez Tony the kid’s worse then you are!” James chuckled elbowing him in the ribs. Making Tony jolt away with a nervous laugh.

Tony and Peter’s relationship changed a lot after then day, Tony really cared about the kid, even if it didn’t always come across that way. Peter knew that and they became much closer very quickly.

Fin~

[anasticklefics]

#46 or #14 with a peter/Tony? ( Platonic of course!)

14: “Don’t make me come get you.”

Words: 486

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Tony heard Peter sigh into the phone, all exasperated teenage annoyance. “Fine! I’ll leave him to you. But hurry, he’s being rather-”

A crash could be heard over the phone, and Tony was this close to hanging up and jumping into his suit, but Peter was quick to say, “Man, he just cut down a whole tree. That’s so unnecessary.”

Tony had to laugh. “Swing home. The big guys will handle this.”

They hung up, Peter with a groan and Tony with a smirk, all content parental smugness, or whatever. Peter had gotten better at assessing situations and realizing when he was way over his head, but it was still hard to get him to leave the scene once it was established. One step at a time.

*

“Don’t make me come get you.”

“I’m fine, Mr Stark.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Peter frowned into the camera, his hand in his hair as if pushing it off of his forehead would help. “I told May I was fine. Why did she call you?”

“Because you’re clearly not. You look like you’ve got a fever.” Tony leaned back in his seat, switching his phone to the other hand. “Look, I like that you’re this loyal about your classes. In fact, I admire it, since you’ve been skipping enough of them due to the whole Spidey thing, but Pete-” Tony sighed, wondering how people would react if Tony Stark marched into the high school to take Peter home. “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Peter blinked, looking up when someone - probably Ned - approached him in the hallway. “No, no, I’m fine-”

“You’re clearly not.” A female voice, if Tony was gonna be generic for a sec. “Ned, tell him.”

“MJ, I-”

“Dude, you haven’t been this pale since-”

The facetime call ended, but Tony knew he was in good hands.

*

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Peter raised his hands, knowing exactly what that entailed. “Please no.”

Tony took a step closer. “Not so snarky now, are you?”

“Don’t.”

“This will teach you to talk back to your elders.”

Peter attempted to flee, but Tony grabbed his wrist and tackled him onto the couch; both of them knowing Peter could easily fight him off. Both of them not commenting on the fact that he didn’t.

The kid had already started giggling by the time Tony finally started prodding at his belly, hands flailing and head thrown back; a proper ticklish sight. Tony had stopped looking for reasons to tickle him to tears, but it was nice when he did find one. He could use it as an excuse to drag it out. Get Peter to apologize and pretend he wasn’t believing him.

“Please!” Peter cried, voice strangled, almost drowned out by his laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sohohorry!”

Tony, right on cue: “I don’t believe you.”

And their dance commenced.

[tickletastic]

I’m The Bad Guy

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 1903

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: N/A

Summary: Based on this prompt from anon. Tony finds out that the villain he’s been fighting is just a kid, and has to come up with a creative way to convince the kid to cut out the crime act.

Notes: I really loved this prompt, thanks for it anon! Sorry it took so long to write.

Everything around Tony was engulfed in flames. Parts of his armour had completely broken off, and he was in the process of calling for a new suit when the man in a completely black suit, the one he’s been fighting this entire time, stands in front of him. 

“It’s time to give up Mr. Stark, you have been defeated. The Iron Man will be no longer. You can’t save this city.” The mysterious figure spoke. 

Tony did feel a little hopeless, but he knew he would soon be in a new suit, He just had to find a way to distract the malicious man in front of him. He held eye contact with the man, or as much as he could with both of them wearing masks, and quietly called for another suit within his helmet. 

The villain, who seemed to refer to himself as Recluse, walked closer and closer, until Tony was at his feet, and stuck out his wrist. “Any last words?” 

Tony laughed, a smirk on his face that could not be seen, “Uh, yeah actually. Wanna tell me your name? ‘Cus we’re about to find out.”

With that, an arm of the second suit Tony had called swept down and made an attempt to grab the mask off of the mysterious villain’s costume. It came off with ease, but Recluse had turned around to fight the suit before Tony could see his face. As Recluse went back and forth, grabbing for his mask, the original suit Tony had called for landed in front of him and he equipped. 

Recluse began shooting out his webs, trying to get the mask back, doing everything in his power to contain his identity. Tony took this as an opportunity to fly over in the working suit and look at the villain’s face.

When the two of them were face to face, Tony began laughing, hysterically. He deactivated the helmet of his suit and landed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. 

“You have been wreaking havoc on New York City for the past week?” Tony began through his laughter. “You-you’re just a kid. What’s this? Teenage angst? Can’t you just listen to punk music and dye your hair black like the rest of us did?”

The baby-faced villain gave what he felt to be a wicked glare, but to Tony all it looked like was a wounded puppy dog. A new round of laughter began for Tony.

“You better remember this. This isn’t over.” Recluse spoke before shooting out a web, launching himself onto the rooftop of a building.

“It better be kid, or I’m gonna have to tell your mommy and daddy!” Tony called before Recluse disappeared into the distance.

Back at the tower, Tony had quite the laugh telling Pepper, Natasha and Steve about the situation. What was a kid doing causing such chaos? What happened to the good old school stuff when teens would just scream into their pillow and get a piercing when they were going through it? Didn’t he have homework to do or sleep to catch up on?

He had done a full analysis of the kid’s face back at his lab from footage from the suit. As it turns out, the kid is only sixteen and his name is Peter Parker. He lives with his aunt, May, because his parents passed away when he was little. It’s possible that his parents could be the source of his extreme angst. Nevertheless, Tony knew that if he came across Recluse again he would need a creative way to deal with him, there’s no way Tony could hurt a kid.

Three weeks later, Tony is enjoying a cup of coffee on a green balcony that he had installed into the tower so he and the other avengers could enjoy plant-life while still living in the tower. He’s humming to himself and taking in the fresh morning air, smelling the dew on the plants surrounding him when there’s a noise that he most definitely knows to be an explosion. He sighs to himself before looking out, towards the source of the sound, where he spots a large building engulfed in fire and smoke. “Aww man, villains don’t take breaks huh?” He says to himself, opening the sliding door and going back into the tower.

Tony notifies the other Avengers that are currently in the tower and asks them to join him since he doesn’t know what, or who, caused the explosion.

Steve, Natasha, Sam and Tony are at the sight within 10 minutes, where chaos is ensuing as more buildings and cars get blown up. They quickly assess the situation, in search for a cause of the chaos, until Tony spots a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. Steve notices the figure at the same time as Tony nudges him.

“I’ll take the kid. Sam, get the civilians somewhere safe, Steve, Nat, check the other buildings around here for explosives.” Tony commands. He waits for the a-okay from everyone else before launching himself onto the roof where he saw Recluse.

“Looks like we meet again kid.” Tony greeted, deactivating his helmet. 

“This time I will beat you. You haven’t bested me.” Recluse responded in a tone that Tony would describe as ‘upset toddler’.

“Actually Pete, may I call you that? Anyways, I had other things in mind for us Pete.” Tony grins before spewing webs out of one of the fingers of his suit. The webs were a lot like the ones Recluse had used the last time the two of them had met, and the teen resented the fact that the web formula that had taken him a year to perfect had only taken the iron man three weeks to imitate.

The teen gasped in surprise, but jumped away from the webs. It seems as if Tony had anticipated this movement because Peter was soon covered in webs despite his ability to see attacks before they happen.

“So first, kid, I’ve got a question. Where’d you get your powers from? Are you some sort of spider mutant?” Tony inquired, approaching his newly captive prisoner. 

“I’m not telling you shit old man.” Peter spit as Tony removed his mask from his face. 

“I think I might have a way to convince you otherwise. While we’re on the topic of questions, you’re young kid, there’s still time to choose the right side to fight for. You’re only sixteen, why cause all of this chaos when you could help save the world and make it better?” Tony went off on a bit of a tangent, feeling a slight fondness for the kid despite his hobby of bombing buildings and causing chaos.

Tony had definitely taken notice that the kid hadn’t killed anybody yet, and that definitely had to say something about his character, so the kid still had time to change for the better.

“Ha, fat chance.” Peter laughed, struggling to get out of the webs.

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures kiddo.” Tony laughed and kneeled next to the teen. 

Peter’s facial expression said shocked all over it when he felt fingers working their way up his side. Never in his life had he tried so hard to fight off a smile. He cursed under his breath as he struggled significantly more.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The teen said through gritted teeth, trying to glare up at Tony.

“First of all, language. Second of all, You’re a kid, so I’m gonna treat you like one. By the end of this you’ll have one of two decisions, you can either join my team and fight for the right side, or go back to being a kid, it’s up to you. One thing’s for certain; this whole crime thing needs to stop, you gotta cut it out. So tell me Petey, are you a little ticklish?” Tony explained, the last part coming out in a baby voice. 

Tony sped up his fingers, and pressed a button on his suit. Suddenly, the webs surrounding Peter began to vibrate. He knew that this was definitely bad news for him. As much as he hated to admit it, his damn broke, and an adorable stream of giggles started to pour from his lips.

“Yohohohou fihihihight dihihihirty! This isn’t fahahair!” The teen squeaked as he tried to keep his laughter and facial expressions under control. 

Tony grinned down at the cute kid, whose face was a pale shade of pink all the way up to his ears. While his mouth definitely showed that he was trying to hold back, his crinkled eyes said differently, they said that what Tony was trying was working. 

Recluse let out a loud squeal when Tony’s fingers met his ribs, and he finally threw his head back with unfiltered laughter. “Ah! Plehehease NOHO!”

Tony moved his fingers in the most ticklish fashions possible, running up and down Peter’s ribs quickly, counting each one agonizingly slowly, and drilling in between them. The kid couldn’t stop giggling, his face turning redder and redder as time went on. Tony let his fingers explore higher and higher, until bubbly giggles turned to frantic laughter.

“Aww, does the wittle baby have tickwish undewarwms? How adorable,” Tony cooed, taking in the bright, bright red that the teen’s face had turned. 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Peter screamed through his frantic laughter. 

“Ready to give up yet?’ Tony inquired. The teen rapidly shook his head, so Tony decided to step it up a notch, “Peter, wanna tell me where you’re most ticklish? Or do you want me to find out?” 

After getting told to ‘fuck off’ again, Tony decided to visit some different spots. 

The kid’s neck elicited a never-ending stream of soft, quiet giggles, and a small, cute smile on his face. Tickling behind his ears produced high-pitched, hiccupy giggles as the kid tried to touch his head to his shoulder. 

Peter’s eyes were wider than saucers when Tony finally found his worst spot, and he screamed and laughed loud belly laughter as he gave up struggling.

“Does the wittle spider have a tickwish tummy? How does this feel?” Tony teased.

“PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIT!” The sixteen-year-old screeched, surrendering to his laughter. A few more moments and his laughter had turned shaky and fragile, ridden with hiccups and weak pleas.

“You know what you gotta do for me to stop mister big scary villain.”

“Ohohokay! Ihihihi-I’ll johoin yohour teheheam! EHEHE JUHUHST STAHAHAP!” Tony listened, pulling his hands away from what he could only assume to be the kid’s belly button from the reaction he received. He cut the kid from the webs and stood there, waiting for him to recover.

“Expect mail from me kid, welcome to your Stark internship. You better not pull a stunt like this again. I know where you live and I will do this again if I have to.”

“Ohokay, okay.” Peter weakly agreed, “I gohot it.”

Tony smiled and walked over, ruffling the kids hair. “Go home kid. Your first day we’ll work on finding different ways to cope with those complicated teenage emotions and hormones.” 

He received a weak thumbs-up in response.

“See ya Pete.” With that, Tony joined his fellow avengers, another story under his belt to tell them about later, and a new recruit to explain. He’d have to do something about the emo colour scheme of the kid’s suit, but that was a problem for another time.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

hello this is an irondad prompt if ur interested! Peter is having a sleepover with Tony. its like 9am and Tony is getting bored without the kid but Peter wants to sleep in and lounge about in bed for the morning. Tony sees Peters lil foot poking out an he gets an evil idea.. kinda inspired by that one fic where peter1 is sleeping and peter3 gently tickles his feet.. but eventually Tony wakes Peter up. <3

Rise and Shine

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(This prompt was adorable Anon 😁 gotta love this pairing, they're so cute together as father and son ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy ❤️)

Tony poked his head into the guest room. Peter was still asleep in bed.

The older mentor rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. He was glad to have the teen here for the weekend, but he forgot how late teenagers liked to sleep. Granted the two of them had been up late last night for a movie marathon, but with noon fast approaching, it was time for the kid to get up.

Once next to his bed, Tony scanned the sleeping teen as he took a sip of coffee. He debated how to wake up the slumbering human when one singular foot slipped out from under the covers.

The older mentor's eyes was drawn to the moment then a slow grin spread across his face.

He set his coffee on the bed side table before moving to the end of the bed. He sat down, gently pulled the foot into his lap, and spidered into Peter's foot. "Rise and shine underoos!"

The teen jumped before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "W-wahait? Whahat---!"

"Morning." Tony spidered up to Peter's toes. "Thought you were going to sleep all day."

"Eep! Whyhy ahare yohou ticklihing mehe!"

"Thought it would be the most effective wake up call." The older mentor dodged Peter's other foot. "Worked really well last night."

Peter squealed as Tony's fingers scratched in between his toes. "NAAA! THAT WAHAS TO SLEHEEP!"

"And now it's to wake up."

The young mentee scrunched his toes. "BREHEAK! BREAAAK!"

Tony pulled his hand away. "Are you awake now?"

After a few more residual giggles, Peter nodded. "Yehes."

"Great." The older mentor pulled his hand away. "Are you going to get out of bed?"

The young teen was quiet for a moment, then he yanked his feet under the blanket. "No!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "No?"

Meanwhile, Peter pulled his head under the blanket like a little child. "Not leaving!"

Tony poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and chuckled. He moved back up to the side of the bed. "Is that soho?"

The young teen couldn't respond through his giggles. Instead, he curled himself into a little ball under his blanket.

The older mentor shook his head at his mentee, but couldn't keep the smile off his face. The level of silliness the kid felt comfortable sharing with him had grown and he was loving it. He got to see a side of Peter not very many people got to see.

So he reached forward with a playful growl to get an even bigger reaction. "The tickle monster is going to get you!"

Peter let out a squeak and started squirming in place.

However, he didn't let himself get out of Tony's grasp so he got pulled into the older man's lap. "Got yaha!"

Peter squirmed and his head popped into view. A pink tint spread across his face accompanied by the biggest grin. He tried to cover it with his hands, but he couldn't keep it away from Tony.

"What are you doing hm?" The older mentor asked as he pushed the hands away from the teen's face.

"Nothihing!"

"Mh-hm." Tony tickled under Peter's chin. "Sure."

"Eee!"

"Aw come on. You can take more tickles than that."

Peter squealed as Tony's fingers spidered along his neck.

"See?"

Peter absolutely melted into the older man's hold. His neck was a sure fire melting spot and Tony found it adorable. He paused the tickles long enough to hug the kid close. "C'mere you."

Peter squawked as his mentor ruffled his hair. "Not the hahair!"

"You've already got bed head kid. A little ruffle ain't gonna do much."

Peter playfully pushed his mentor's arm away from his head.

"You ready to get uhup nohow?"

"Do Ihi have toho?"

"Yes." Tony stood the kid upright. "You can't sleep all day. Now come on, those inventions aren't going to make themselves."

The young teen grinned and bounded out of the room, suddenly full of energy. Before following him out, Tony grabbed his cup of coffee from the bedside table.

If the kid was up, he was going to need all the energy he could get.

[a-simple-lee]

Pursuit

Tony Stark, Peter Parker

Description: Peter doesn’t take Tony seriously, but realises this too late.

A/n: holy wow talk abt speedwriting lmao I’m just trying to finish some old reqs before I have to go eat dinner aaaa

“No- Mr. Stark, please, I said I was sorry!” Peter’s running at breakneck speed, but Tony’s not far behind him. He honestly doesn’t fully understand how this started, only that Tony jokingly threatened him over staying up late to study; which he did, and is coming to regret.

“I know kid, but rules are rules.” On any other day, Tony would’ve let this slide, but his mentee’s been tense lately and they both need to act stupid for a bit. Plus Peter’s smile is totally worth it. He’s been through too much, seen too many people suffer. He deserves to have silly moments like this.

That’s how Tony justifies it, anyway, as he catches up with the teen, pinning his wrists to the floor – how did they fall? – and tasering his side with one hand.

“Ahahaha, nohohoho! Dohohohon’t!” Peter’s the picture of embarrassment, cheeks quickly turning a sweet shade of rose as he tosses his head back in laughter. He racks his brain for an escape route, but finds it difficult to think about anything except how much it tickles. In a moment of inattention, Tony weakens his grip, and lets one of Peter’s hands slip, and that’s all the help that Peter needs. His arm stretches to yank back his hoodie sleeve, exposing his webshooter. Web fluid anchors itself to the ceiling; Peter pulls, hard, and with the hold on his arm being so loose, he manages through some miracle to pull himself upright and jump onto the ceiling, leaving a baffled Tony on the floor. The philanthropist is laughing, though, and Peter feels his blush darken.

“Aw, come on, kid! I wasn’t that horrible, was I?”

“Sorry, I-“ He gasps, trying to fend off residual giggles. “It was a reflex, I don’t know why-“

“It’s fine, come on down.” And Peter almost does, before he notices the slight smirk on Tony’s face.

“Um-I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I don’t trust you.” That earns a gasp of indignation.

“Just come down, I promise I won’t do anything.” His mentor seems sincere, leaning back on his heels with his hands folded behind him.

“You promise?”

“Promise.” Peter reluctantly clambers down, lowering himself towards the floor on his web.

“That’s it,” Tony smiles, patting Pete on the shoulder. His hand lingers for a second as they step forwards, before shooting down to squeeze quickly at Peter’s side.

“Ahahaha- hey!”

“Sorry, Pete.” He holds up two crossed fingers, looking rather pleased with himself as he pulls Peter in before he can escape.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you shouldn’t have trusted me.”

[archived-fbn]

Could you write somthing like peter is a prince of the parker kingdom but they lose to the stark kingdom in a war (tony is still the prince and need to turn to the king soon) It end up with peter living with tony bc he is to little to live alone(and tony can't let peter die), peter would alway be sad and won't talk to anyone so tony decide to cheer him up with tickle until peter shout "daddddd plizzz stoppp"

This will also be a bit short so eep

Also I changed a small part of it so e e p

The Crown

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: nope!

———-

They lost. He lost. Peter remembered waving a white flag in the air. It was over. The war was over. And he’d lost.

But that was in the past. Now Peter lived in the Stark Kingdom. His own kingdom had been destroyed, very few survived. Prince Peter being one of the lucky few. He became part of the Stark royal family. There was only a king and a queen. King Tony and Queen Pepper. They ruled their kingdom together. Neither had more power over the other.

Peter was the only prince. There were no other members of the royal family. Just the three of them.

Peter spent most of his days moping around. He refused to eat with his new parents and he kept himself isolated in his room as much as he could.

Before the war he was a happy kid. Bright and bubbly. He wore red suits and a smile on his face. But now? He wore nothing but black and a frown. He wanted the world to know that he didn’t want to be here.

On one particular day, Tony had finally had enough of Peter’s behavior. He sent a servent up to fetch Peter for dinner, as usual. But this time he demanded that the prince were to accompany them.

Minutes passed before the large doors to the dining hal opened. In wandered Peter, who hunched his back and walked towards his chair sluggishly. He was wearing black slippers, black sweatpants, black tank top, and he had a fuzzy black blanket thrown around his shoulders.

He sat down with a ‘humph’ and stared at his ‘parents’.

“What?” He grumbled.

“Why won’t you behave like a prince?” Tony asked. It was harsh but he didn’t want to scare the boy away. Peter scoffed.

“Because I’m not one anymore. My father is dead. I want to be dead. I don’t want to be some silly prince and trot around in capes and blazers.”

“Peter, darling, where is your crown?” Pepper asked softly.

“I broke it. Threw it out the window. Got rid of it.” He stated. Tony put his head in his hands.

“You need to start acting like royalty. Once we die someone will need to take over the Stark kingdom-“

“What if I don’t want to be king, huh?! What if I just want to be a normal human? I don’t want to be some stupid king I want to be me!” Peter shouted as he stood up. Tony stood as well but Peter took off towards the doors.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come down here.” He mumbled to himself and ran off, back to his room. Tony knew he would regret this but he followed.

He opened Peter’s door to find the boy curled up in his bed, sobbing. He had on the sweatpants and tank top but the other items seemed to be thrown on the floor. As Tony stepped inside he noticed that in a corner of the room was Peter’s crown, perfectly intact.

He still cared.

“Go away.” Peter grumbled but Tony just sat on the bed next to him.

“Talk to me, Pete.” Tony said gently but Peter didn’t answer. Tony asked him to respond but there was nothing other than dead silence. Tony reached out and carefully clawed at Peter’s foot as a ‘come on I know you want to talk’. Peter jerked his foot away but still made no sound. He was playing hard to get. A game that Tony could easily win.

The king reached out once more and took a hold of Peter’s hips. He dug his thumbs into them, causing Peter to buck and cover his mouth.

“If you aren’t going to talk at least laugh.” Tony teased as he wiggled his fingers up Peter’s sides and ribs. Peter kicked his legs and giggled into his hands. When Tony sneaked a few fingers into Peters armpits the boy let out a snort. His face went red and he now focused more on covering his blushing face rather than his laughter.

So, Tony spidered and clawed at his belly till the kid finally burst out into laughter.

They were good for now.

[fluffy-lee]

Summer's All in Bloom

Part 4 of the series "Vacation."

This is a TICKLE fic. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Angst, teenage party with alcohol, PDA, and sexy dancing.

Summary: This summer, Y/n has started to feel the urge for more independence, but navigating the trials of growing up can be confusing. That doesn't stop her from having fun, especially with a certain web-slinger.

“Y/n… Y/n, wake up!” whispered your dad, Bucky, as he shook you awake. 

Your eyes opened and you looked up into his blue ones.

  “What is it?” You asked. 

  “You’ll see. Just get up and get ready. Meet me on the back porch in ten.” He said and left the room.

You sighed and rolled out of bed. Normally, you’d turn over and go back to sleep this early, but you were too curious as to what he was up to. 

  You got ready for the day, and went downstairs and out to the back porch where Bucky was waiting, drinking his coffee. 

  “Look who finally made it!” Bucky teased. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled. 

  “Come on, you’re gonna love this.” He said, taking your hand. 

You walked down the trail together toward the lake, and he led you over to a little canoe. You smiled excitedly and looked up at him. 

  “Haha come on, get in!” Bucky laughed.

You got in, and Bucky pushed it into the water and got in himself. You rowed all the way out to the middle of the lake. It was the first time you both had gotten to do something like this, just the two of you. You both really loved making up for lost time.

  “Here I got it, you can just relax.” Bucky said, suggesting you let him do the rowing. 

  “Is it because I keep leading us in the wrong direction by accident?” You asked with a grin. 

  “Whaaat? Nooo. You’re doing great, sweetie!” He replied sarcastically. You both laughed.

The two of you spent quite a while out on the lake and you loved it. It was so quiet and peaceful. The wildlife was celebrating the morning. You saw all different kinds of birds, and even a few really cool hawks. You also saw a few deer along the shore run into the woods. Your favorite animals you saw, however, was a group of otters playing together. They were so close, you could hear them. You had such a great time, it was so worth getting up early for. 

  “We have to do this more while we are here.” You told your dad.

  “Okay, I’d love that.” He said with a sweet smile. 

Bucky rowed back to shore after being out on the water for nearly an hour, which didn’t feel long enough, and the two of you made your way up the trail back to the cabin. Steve smiled to himself as he watched the two of you together from the kitchen window.

  When you got back inside, a few more people had woken and were enjoying coffee. Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Steve were spread out around the kitchen. You began telling them all what you had seen and how much fun you had. You all had been at the cabin for a few days now, spending every day you’d been there at the lake and swimming, so when Tony told you today would be different, you were really excited. 

  Peter came into the kitchen looking all tired, but he still had a smile on his face. He sat next to you, and laid his head down on the table. 

  “Good mornin’ guys.” He said groggily. 

  “Y/n, Pete, what do you want for breakfast?” Tony asked. 

  “I’m just gonna make cereal.” You said. 

  “Me too.” Peter mumbled. 

  “I’ll make you a bowl, sleepy head.” You said, ruffling Peter’s hair. 

  “Thaaank you!” Peter replied, waking up a bit more.

You went to the cabinet for the cereal, only to find it up pretty high, so you stood on your tip toes and began to reach as high as you could, when suddenly, you felt a very tickly poke to your side. You squeaked and shot your arms down. 

  “Tonyyyy!” You whined. 

He just raised an eyebrow and smiled. You began to reach again when you felt a squeeze to your other side. 

  “Nahahahat! Noooo!” You said with the biggest smile on your face. 

  “Sorry, I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” She said with a sly smirk. 

You rolled your eyes and waited until no one was around to quickly reach up again, when suddenly, you were snatched up into someone’s arms and being viciously tickled all over your tummy. 

  “Dahahaddy! Stahahaaap!” You shrieked as Bucky tickled you. 

  “Awww why? I just wanna tickle my little Y/n!” He teased and you immediately turned red. 

It tickled so much you couldn’t speak, just laugh and bat at his hands. Bucky stopped and reached up to grab your “Cap’n Ameri-Crunch,” handed it to you, and set you down. You walked toward the fridge for some milk as you blushed. You looked over at Peter to see he had been giggling at the scene. 

  “What’s so funny, Spidey?” Tony asked.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he tensed.

Tony began massaging his shoulders and neck in a purposefully ticklish way. “Do you need some morning tickles too?”

  “N-Nohoho. I’m good! I’m gohohooood!” Peter cracked up as he squeezed his shoulders towards his neck where Tony was now straight up tickling him. 

  “Are you sure?” Tony teased some more.

 “YES! Yeheheheesss! I got plenty the other nihihihght!” Peter cackled. 

You smiled to yourself as you poured the milk into the bowls, remembering the events of two nights ago. 

 Flashback to Two Nights Prior

  Everyone was chilling in the living room after a long day at the lake, talking and having a good time. It was one of the most relaxing parts of the day, after dinner, before bed. There were candles lit around the cabin and you could hear the crickets outside. Summer nights would always hold a special place in your heart. 

  You sat next to Peter as he scrolled through Instagram, watching funny videos, reading conspiracy theories, etc., but he also spent quite a lot of time checking the news on things happening in Queens and the rest of NYC while he has been gone.

  You were both lost in his phone, and honestly not paying attention to what the adults were talking about. Being the same age, you and Peter were spending the most time together on this vacation, and sometimes you talked about how it would be fun to have other people your age to hangout with and relate to, but you were still having fun nonetheless. 

 Tony noticed how much Peter had been on his phone, and he really felt that it would be better for the kid to not be on it so much, worrying about the news in Queens, and to just get the most out of the vacation as possible. Peter needed it, and that was a big reason he and Pepper decided to take this vacation. 

  “Pete, I really think you need to, you know, take a break from the phone. Be present.” Tony said for the hundredth time on the trip. 

  “It’s fine, Mr. Stark! I got it under control. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m relaxed!” 

Tony sucked in his cheek as Peter looked back at his phone, scrolling. 

You curled up to Peter and whispered to him. “I think he may be right, Peter.”

“It’s okay. I’m good, Y/n.” Peter attempted to reassure you with a smile. You didn’t really believe him. 

 Peter, in his own thoughts, knew Tony was right. He couldn’t stop worrying about Queens and he hadn’t been away from there this long since he was bit. He felt responsible for the whole city.

Peter refreshed the news page and still nothing new popped up. 

   “Alright, kid. I guess you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tony said, approaching Peter. 

   “Wait! What do you mean?’ Peter asked nervously as he dropped his phone next to him on the couch. 

You knew what was about to happen and scooted over a bit to avoid being in the way. 

   “I think you need to start listening to me, Peter.” Tony said, raising an eyebrow, towering over Peter. 

  “Nonono I do listen! I do!” Peter protested, raising his hands up in defense. 

  “Do you now?” 

 “Y-Yes!”

 “I don’t think so!” Tony teased as he wiggled his fingers toward Peter.

 “NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” Peter scream-laughed as Tony’s fingers wiggled into his ribs. 

You giggled as you watched Tony reduce Peter to a ticklish puddle. Peter silent-laughed as Tony began to shake his ribs. 

 “Does that tickle, Parker? Huh?” Tony asked as Peter turned bright red. 

 “Yehehessss! I’m sohohohrry! I’ll stahahaap!” Peter pleaded through his hysterical laughter. 

 “Alright, good!” Tony said as he stopped tickling Peter. “So we got a deal?”

 “Yes.. yes, deal!” Peter answered as he caught his breath. 

 “That’s great! But I think I’m going to keep tickling you anyway. It’s too much fun.” Tony decided, as he dug into Peter’s extremely ticklish tummy, sending him back into hysterics. Tony then crawled his fingers up into Peter’s deathly ticklish armpits and Peter thrashed around like a fish out of water, hilarious laughter spilling out of his mouth. He toppled over on his side next to you. You scooted over just in time so you wouldn’t be trapped under him. Tony took this opportunity to get on the couch and straddle Peter’s waist, continuing to tickle under his arms. Peter’s laughter turned hiccupy, and his eyes were squeezed shut, revealing his handsome “crow’s feet” and bright smile spread across his face. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at this, and you, of course, were giggling at the sight. Peter finally caught his breath.

  “I CAN’T! Ihihihihi cahahahan’t!” He shouted. 

Tony slipped his hands out from under his arms. Even that motion tickled Peter. He then began squeezing Peter’s hips and Peter’s rare belly laughter poured out of him. You couldn’t help but blush, knowing how much it tickles when Tony does that. This went on for a while, until Tony knew Peter couldn’t take much more, and he ceased his tickling, while Peter turned on his side, recovering. 

  “Have you learned your lesson, kid?” Tony asked Peter. 

  “Yes. Definitely!” Peter replied, followed by a few remaining giggles. 

You were still giggling yourself when Tony shot a look at you, causing you to shut your mouth, eyes widening. 

  “This lesson goes for you too, missy.” Tony warned, a playful glint in his eyes. 

You nodded with a sheepish smile, slowly grabbing a pillow to cover your torso. Tony leaned toward you slowly, before surprising you by snatching the pillow away from you and digging both of his “claws” into your tummy, causing you to shriek with adorably high pitched laughter. Tony was leaned down close to your face, smiling at you, and that made it tickle so much more. He then moved down to squeezing your hips, like he did to Peter, and you threw your head back in laughter. You were bright red from laughter, and being super flustered. 

  Peter, who had recovered from his attack, was now giggling at Tony tickling you. You squealed as you trapped Tony’s hands in your very ticklish armpits, as Tony repeatedly said “tickle tickle tickle!” You thought you might die then and there, only for it to get worse when Peter spoke up. 

  “Since you found me getting tickled so funny, and did nothing to help, I guess that leaves me no choice.” Peter said in an evil tone. He grabbed your left foot, which was oddly more ticklish than your right, and began scribbling all over the bottom of it. You screamed until your laughter fell silent when Tony began blowing raspberries on your jaw and neck, still tickling your under arms. Peter then decided to scritch at your toes and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

  “STAHAHAHPPP!” You yelled out. Tony and Peter both laughed, but granted your request.   “Ohohoh my gohohohosh.” You giggled flusteredly, as you turned over on your belly and hid your face in the couch. 

  “Awwww!” Tony and Peter both sang as they began to tickle lightly all over your back. You let out adorable bubbly giggles, and squirmed around a bit. You actually liked these back tickles, though you’d never admit it. After a while, they let up and you and Peter were definitely more present with everyone else. 

…

 You brought Peter his cereal and sat next to him. Everyone else had come down for breakfast, ready to start the day. Thor sat down next to you, a bright smile on his face. 

  “Good morning, princess!” He said sweetly. 

  “Good morning, god of thunder, king, alien.” You replied. Thor chuckled at your comment. 

  “What is on the agenda today, Tony?” Thor asked. 

  “We’re going to rent ATVs and take them to some ATV trails. It will be really fun!” Tony announced.

You and Peter looked at each other very excitedly. “AWESOME.”

  “What is an ATV?” Thor asked. “I thought that was an ATV.” He pointed at the TV in the living room. 

 “You’ll see.” 

  You all had finally arrived at the ATV trails, and everyone was ready. You were a little salty though, because everyone had their own four wheeler, or bike, except you. Peter was currently teaching Thor how to drive and Thor caught on quite quickly and was having a blast. 

  “Whhhhy can’t I have my own?!” You whined to Bucky and Steve. Tony wanted to get you your own, but Bucky and Steve weren’t allowing it. 

   “Because you have never drove one before, and you need to learn first!” Steve scolded. 

   “Stop whining, Y/n.” Bucky said sternly. 

   “We are just trying to keep you safe.” Steve added. 

   “But I have ridden many times before! I know how it works!” You argued. 

   “We are not trying to baby you. We just want to teach you first, okay?” Bucky said. 

You rolled your eyes. You felt like a baby. Even Peter got his own, even though you understood where they were coming from. You were just independent, and wanted to feel grown for once. 

  “You want to ride with me or Bucky?” Steve asked. You crossed your arms, a little annoyed with both of them. You didn’t want either of them at the moment. Just then, Tony pulled up next to the three of you. 

  “Hop on, Y/n. I’m going to teach you, AND we’re going to have fun!” Tony said smoothly. 

You smirked, and climbed onto the four wheeler, sitting in front of Tony as he began to show you the gas and breaks.

Steve and Bucky chuckled. “She needs a helmet.” They both ordered. 

  “Of course!” Tony said cooly, and pulled out the Iron Man helmet and placed it on your head. 

  “HECK YEAH!” You shouted as the notification popped up all around you and your eyes adjusted to the helmet. Tony chuckled. 

  “Biometric scan complete.” FRIDAY said. 

  “BYE!” You yelled, throwing up the peace sign, and took off down the trail with Tony. 

  “WOOOO HOOOO!”

  After driving for a while and having a blast, you pulled over. 

   “See, I told you I could drive!” You told Tony.

   “I knew you could! Do you want me to get you your own?” Tony asked.

   “No, I’d rather stay with you.” You smiled. Tony smiled back. 

   “Well then you better hang on tight!” Tony said, speeding back down the trail as you laughed with glee. 

  After hours of fun on the ATV trails, it was currently sunset and you were all back at the cabin. Some were making dinner and others were swimming. You, Peter, and Thor were currently in the pool playing mermaids like a bunch of children, except Thor kept throwing you across the pool, because he was playing the mermaid villain.

  “Dinner everyone!” Vision called from the back door. Everyone rushed out of the pool, but you and Peter stayed behind, because you were both having a lot of fun swimming. 

  “We’ll be in in a minute!” Peter called. 

You both finally got out of the pool after a minute or so and were drying off, wrapped in your towels, when something caught Peter’s eye. 

  “Y/n, look on the trail, in the woods.” He said, pointing toward little blinking lights. They were lightning bugs, and you got really excited. 

  “Let’s follow them!” You said. You both slipped on your flip flops and went to the trail. 

It was twilight and very beautiful out. The lightning bugs were everywhere and it was probably one of the most stunning moments of your life. You and Peter had made it pretty far up the trail, following the lightning bugs. One even landed in Peter’s hand and he held it out for you both to observe up close. The little bug blinked it’s yellowish green light and you both gasped. It flew away into the woods and you and Peter watched it join the others. You could barely see the lights of the cabin anymore, and expected to turn around, when Peter spoke. 

  “I’m picking up on something.” Peter whispered, tilting his head. 

  “What is it?” You asked, a little nervous that it was something bad. 

  “I’m hearing music...and laughter. That way.” Peter said, pointing toward the left into the woods. 

You grinned. “Peter, let’s go check it out! Maybe… it’ll be fun.” You suggested. 

  “What about, you know, everyone back at the cabin. Shouldn’t we tell them?” Peter asked with a little smirk. 

  “NO. They have been kind of babying me. You know? I just want to do something fun. Without needing permission or everyone having to know.” You admitted. 

  “Oh, so you wanna be a little rebellious, huh?” Peter teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

  “Ugh yes, you dork!” You said, playfully hitting his chest. 

Peter shrugged. “Sounds like it could be fun.” He crossed his wrists, activating his web shooters, and picked you up, resting you on his hip. You held onto him as he leapt off the ground swinging through the trees. 

  After a while of swinging, you finally started to hear what Peter had been hearing: music. It became clearer as Peter got you guys closer. 

 “Perfect.” Peter said as he saw a platform in the trees, like a little tree house. He landed on it and set you down. You still held onto him since you were pretty high up. You could hear everything now, but all you could see were some lights. 

  “We need to get on the ground.” Peter said, picking you up again. You both decided to leave your towels in the tree house, so they wouldn’t be in the way. He jumped from the tree house, and before you knew it, you guys were back on the trail, walking toward the sound and lights. 

  “Hey Johnny, what are you-” someone said, trailing off. “Oh sorry you’re not Johnny you’re… I don’t know you.” A tall teenage boy said. He stepped closer to you two. “I don’t know you either. Who are you guys?” The guy asked. He had fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like a lot of freckles. 

  “Oh hi, I’m Peter, and this is Y/n. We are staying in a cabin with our friends and family, and we heard the music and wanted to check it out.” Peter explained.

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Max, and that’s actually great. A lot of us spend our summer’s here with our families, but we want to spend time with other teenagers and young adults, you know?” Max said, cooly. It was now that you noticed his southern accent. “I’ll show you. You’re more than welcome to come hangout.” 

  You both walked by Max down the trail to reveal a big swimming hole, with lights streamed in the trees, and lanterns lit everywhere. It was gorgeous. There were a lot of people that looked to be you and Peter’s age, and a bit older. They were swinging from a rope swing into the swimming hold, dancing in the grass with each other to the music, and there was food and drinks, a few alcoholic, even. You were mixed with nerves and excitement. You had always wanted to go to a party like this, but never had, since Peter was pretty much your only friend your age.

  “This is awesome, man!” Peter exclaimed. You could see him clearly now that you were in the light, and Max. You even thought Max was pretty cute, but standing next to Peter, who had his arms crossed, shirtless, and observing the party, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself, that next to Peter, Max didn’t compare.

  You were only in your swimsuit yourself, which was appropriate for the setting, because everyone else was, but you noticed Max looking you up and down. You’d never been checked out before. Peter stepped in front of you a bit to block Max’s view. You saw Peter’s jaw clench. He became a bit protective over you and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

  “Do you wanna go back to the cabin, or stay? Peter asked, leaning down to you a bit, after pulling you aside. 

  “Peter, this is like so awesome! We have to stay and have fun!” You insisted. 

  “They might be worried about us.” Peter added.

  “You are SPIDER-MAN!” You whispered to Peter, causing him to look around cautiously.   “They’d have to be stupid to be worried about us. I’m safe with you… and we can be ourselves here. You don’t even have to...to hide your.. body.” You prodded.

Peter blushed a bit, as he noticed you looking  at him. “Okay… okay. Let’s party!” Peter nodded, pulling you toward the party. 

Everyone was really friendly, and you and Peter fit right in for once. 

  “So you wanna swim, or dance?” Peter asked you, shouting over the music. 

 “Oh well I uh- I can’t really dance.” You shouted back. You never really danced, except when Tony, Steve, or Bucky were playing around with you back home, but you’d always stand on their feet, but other than that, you never really had experience with dancing. Especially the way people were dancing here. It was not slow dancing. Couples were dancing quite close to each other, and the music was up beat. It looked fun, honestly, but Peter probably would never dance with you like... that. Especially not with you, you thought. 

Peter noticed you watching, and smirked. “You… You want to, don’t you.”

You went a little red. Curse him for knowing you too well. “Well I- I’ve never- I can’t dance so uh let’s just- let’s just swim.” You rambled nervously. You wanted to dance with Peter, but for the life of you, you couldn’t admit it. You were scared of what he’d think or say. 

  “I’m sorry, but what’s got you all nervous?” Peter questioned. 

  “The party! First party.” You answered way too quickly. 

  “Really? Because you were all excited and rebellious a second ago.” Peter teased. He wasn’t convinced you were being fully honest. 

  “I still am!” You lied. 

 Peter gasped. “Ooooh! You like Max! That’s why you’re nervous!” Peter declared.

  “No!” You shot back. “I mean… he’s cute, but... I don’t like him like that. Plus, it looks like he’s taken.” You insisted, pointing at Max who was kissing what looked to be like his boyfriend.  

  “Then what has you so nervous?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were silently freaking out inside your head. Peter is your best friend. You have never felt this way about anyone before, except a few celebrities on TV, but this was too real. It was the first time you had ever let your guard down and went off and been a real teenager, but it came with some other new feelings you must have been hiding for some time. 

Peter stared down at you, and realization hit him. His heart pounded a bit. 

  “Am I… Am I making you nervous?” Peter asked, hesitantly.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You refused to make eye contact.

  “Peter, the dancing is making me nervous. I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone.” 

  “Oh…” He replied awkwardly. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “Lucky for you, I’ve become a pretty good dancer.”

This was true. Peter had been to quite a few more parties in the past year, and he really loved to dance.

 Peter pulled you to the grass with everyone else who was dancing. You looked around nervously. 

 “Don’t worry about them, just follow my lead.” Peter instructed, throwing your arms around his neck as he held your waist. He pulled you close to him, and he began swaying pretty fast, and you struggled to keep up with his rhythm at first. “Blinding Lights” by the Weeknd was blasting and it felt great to dance to, even though you were still a little tense. 

  “Just let go.” Peter urged, trying to help guide you, as you felt his hips rolling. There were those butterflies again.

You finally just let go and allowed yourself to have fun, after all you had been keeping down. You were having so much fun, and so was Peter. You felt safe with him, and liked being this close to him. Neither of you worried about anything. You were both just being free and happy and young. You kept laughing, especially when Peter would twirl you really fast, dip you, or pick you up and spin you. You were both in pure summer bliss. 

…

Back at the cabin, everyone had finished eating dinner and were sitting around the table. 

  “Uh where are the kids?” Sam asked. 

  “I think they’re STILL swimming.” Wanda said. 

  “Yeah they should come eat, or their food is going to be cold.” Pepper said, getting up from the table. She peeked outside, and saw the pool was empty. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one. “They are not in the pool. I don’t see them anywhere.” 

Bucky and Steve simultaneously shot up from their seats and rushed to the back door. They called your names and searched the yard, but there was no answer, no one. 

  “Tony, we gotta find them.” Bucky stressed. “What if something bad happened?”

  “Hey it’s probably fine! They are old enough to go for a walk or something.” Tony said, even though he was a little worried deep down.

  “Uh without telling anybody?” Steve snapped. 

  “It is unlike them.” Natasha added.

  “I trust Peter. Immensely. Y/n as well.” Tony argued. 

  “They could be in trouble!” Steve fought. 

  “He’s Spider-Man!” Tony retaliated. 

  “SO?” Bucky yelled. He was furious. 

  “Two teenagers… going off alone… after swimming? Sounds fishy to me.” Sam shrugged. 

  “Oh my God. My little girl… I think I might faint.” Bucky said, collapsing to a chair. 

“Oh they aren’t! Geez! Don’t think that.” Nat scoffed.

  “I AM GOING TO SEARCH FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY.” Thor growled, heading towards the door. 

  “WAIT! Wait.” Tony called, causing everyone to stop. Peter and I have a device in his web shooters. He has them on. I know for a fact. If he was in any danger, I’d be notified immediately. See?” Tony said, holding up his phone, confirming that Peter had his web shooters and was alright.  “The only thing I don’t have on him is a GPS. I decided to give him more freedom than that.”

 Everyone relaxed. 

  “Okay. Okay, so they just ran off. Probably to go in the canoe or something. Everything is fine.” Steve sighed of relief. Bucky seemed to calm down too. 

  “I trust her. I do.” Bucky reassured everyone, and himself.

Tony looked at Peter’s vitals though, and his heart dropped. 

  “Um… the only thing I’m seeing that is kind of… um. Weird-” Tony spoke up. 

  “WHAT.” Thor demanded. 

  “Peter’s heart rate is really, really high.” Tony announced. 

  “Oh God… I think I’m gonna be sick. My baby.” Bucky said dramatically as Steve crashed down in the chair next to him, his head in his hands. 

  “We’ll just wait for them to return.” 

…

  You and Peter had danced to several songs and now you were in the grass, tickling the snot out of Peter, after you both sat down at the party to chill and drink water. You both were NOT going to drink alcohol. That would just give you a reason to be in trouble.

  “PLEHEHEHEASE! Y/N! I’m soohohorry!” Peter screamed through his laughter as you tickled all over his tummy and sides for sticking an ice cube down the back of your swimsuit top. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!” He cried as you cackled at him. 

 “Serves you right, doesn’t it? Huh?” You teased as you tickled his upper ribs, and he rolled all over the grass in ticklish agony. 

 “YEHEHEHES! I’M SOHOHOHO SOHOHORRY!” He shouted through his laughter. 

You decided to have mercy on him, and he sat up catching his breath.

  “Ohohoho my goodness. I can literally feel my heart.. beating out of my chest.” 

You giggled at him. “Wanna swim before we head back to the cabin?” You asked him.

  “Definitely!” Peter said, getting to his feet, followed by you. 

You noticed a group of people were jumping off a cliff into the water. They were laughing and having fun. 

  “Peter, look! I wanna do that!” You said, pointing to more people jumping off the cliff. 

  “Um… you sure?” He asked. He knew he could do it no problem, but was worried about you.

  “YES! They are doing it and they are fine!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the cliff. 

When you arrived, you were next to jump. Peter attempted to pick you up, but you stopped him.     

  “No! I want to do it myself, Peter.” You said. 

  “Oh um okay, just make sure when you hit the water, you bring your legs up towards your chest, alright? It’s not very deep.” Peter explained. 

  “Got it.” You said, and on the count of three, you both jumped. The drop was so exciting, but when you hit the water, your attempt to raise your legs failed, and a shooting pain was sent through your right leg. You were in shock and felt as if the air was knocked out of you. You were too far to the right on the cliff, and when you jumped, you landed on a large rock that was only about three feet under the surface of the water. 

 Peter came up out of the water, laughing and you fake laughed. You were a bit embarrassed with what just happened and didn’t want to make a scene, but as you started to swim to the shore, tears started to flow down your face, as the pain worsened. 

  “Pete. Help.” You choked out from behind him, as you tried to swim. 

Peter turned around and the expression on his face was pure worry. He pulled you out of the water onto the grass and observed your leg. It was red, swollen, and bleeding quite a bit in a few spots. 

  “I landed on a rock.” You said. 

 “Do you think it’s broken?” He asked.

 “I can’t tell.” 

Peter scooped you up in his arms, and took off towards the cabin as fast and carefully as he could. 

  Peter stumbled in the back door with you in his arms. He had a guilty expression gracing his face. Bucky snatched you away from him. 

  “Bring her up to Pepper and I’s bathroom.” Tony ordered. 

Bucky carried you up the stairs. “You okay, baby?” He asked worriedly. 

 “Just sore.” You said. 

Peter tried to follow you up the stairs, but was blocked by an angry Steve. 

  “Couch. Now.” He ordered. 

Peter sighed and went to the living room where everyone else was. 

…

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, now in your pajamas.

 “Well no breaks or sprains. Just busted it up pretty good. Should be normal in a few days, just bruises and scars.” Tony concluded as he wrapped bandages on your leg. 

  “Thank you, Tony.” You said quietly.  

  “This shouldn’t have happened.” Bucky said to you. He didn’t seem angry, just upset. 

  “It was just a stupid accident. No one’s fault but mine.” You countered. 

  “Peter should’ve taken better care of you.” Bucky replied. 

 “THAT. That is my problem! Care of me? I’m not a baby! I just wanted to have fun, and be my age. But you and Steve are overbearing!” You shouted, frustrated. 

Just as you were saying these things, Steve entered the bathroom, having heard it all from Peter, and now you. 

  “Steve! You’re the one who has pushed me to be more independent, but when I am, you freak out.” You seethed, but were now lowering your voice and calming down. 

  “You know she’s right.” Tony added, putting away the first aid kit. 

  “You are right.” Steve admitted. “But you can’t just expect us to let you be reckless.” 

You were quiet for a moment and tears started to form back in your eyes. You had been reckless, and disrespectful, you realized. This whole growing up thing was hard to navigate, but they didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

  “I’m... sorry.” you said, shaking your head as if you just came out of a rebellious trance. 

  “Y/n. You gotta tell us when you go somewhere. You gotta let us make sure you can operate a dangerous vehicle.” Bucky scolded in a stern, yet soft tone. 

You looked over at Tony. 

  “He’s also right.” Tony told you, nodding toward Bucky. 

  “I’m still new at this parenting thing, but I just want you to know I really care about you, and want to help you make good choices. You know, we were really scared about you just disappearing with Peter tonight. That could mean a lot of different things. Even if it is Peter.” Bucky explained. 

  “I should’ve told you what was going on. I really hope you can still trust me after tonight… but I still had fun, and I took care of myself.” You said, but then smiled. “Well until I jumped off a cliff into shallow water.” 

Steve, Bucky, and Tony all chuckled and you joined them, and soon you were all laughing hysterically. After laughing for quite a while, you hugged Bucky. 

  “I really am sorry, Dad.” You said, seriously. 

Bucky gave you a forgiving smile. Steve too. 

  “Rock on, Y/n/n. But seriously, make good choices, heh?!” Tony chirped as he left the bathroom, making you giggle. 

  “So are you gonna ground me or something?” You asked, looking up at Steve and Bucky nervously. 

 “That’s up to your dad.” Steve answered, gesturing toward Bucky. 

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you what, kid, I’m gonna let this one slide.”

You smiled excitedly and clapped your hands together, but your face fell when a very intimidating Bucky leaned close to you, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. 

 “But this is your warning. Cross me again, and you’ll regret it.” He warned through gritted teeth. 

You gulped. That sure was intense and you felt a real fear of him for the first time, but a good fear. A respectful fear. 

  “G-got it. You a-are the Alpha. White Wolf. L-leader.” You spluttered, pointing at his nose. 

His gritted teeth turned into a playful grin as his hands latched onto your sides, harshly tickling you, much to your surprise. Your smile spread across your face and you broke out into laughter. 

  “Still gonna teach ya a lesson.” Bucky said cooly, before lifting you up off the counter and carrying you to the bed. 

  “I have learned my lesson! I promise! Plehehehease!” You insisted, but Bucky ignored your pleads.

  “Wanna help me out, Steve?” He asked his fellow super soldier. 

  “Don’t mind if I do!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles as he slowly approached you as Bucky glared down at you playfully, pretending to be so angry that his eye was twitching. He held your hands to his chest.

Steve sat next to you on the bed as you giggled nervously. Steve started shaking your tummy and you laughed like crazy, bringing a smile to Steve and Bucky’s faces. Bucky tickled under your arms and your neck while Steve tortured your tummy, sides, and ribs. You squirmed and laughed, but were honestly loving this. You were afraid they wouldn’t still do this, or be playful anymore since you were growing up. You never wanted this to go away.

  Ever since you told Steve you liked being tickled, he was always happy to comply, but would never tell anyone else about it. It still made you blush that he knew, since you really didn’t mean for him to find out, but he was always really sweet about it. Bucky moved over as Steve was now tickling your ribs. 

  “Y/n still loves tickles even though she is growing up. She isn’t all big and bad after all, is she? Nope!” Steve teased as he shook your ribs. You blushed profusely, making him cackle, and you couldn’t help your famous belly laugh from pouring out of you. 

 Bucky listened to what Steve was saying and was a bit confused. 

  “Wait. Wait wait wait. Stop a second.” Bucky ordered. Steve quit and looked at Bucky. Your eyes went wide. Oh no. 

  “Is that true?! You like being tickled, Y/n?” Bucky asked as if it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. 

  “Ohoho no. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve apologized sweetly as he didn’t mean to expose you like that. 

  “Maybe…” You answered with a sheepish smile. You couldn’t get any redder. 

  “YES? IS THAT A YES?” Bucky urged. 

  “Don’t tell a soul!” You whined, hiding your face in your hands. 

  “That is so CUTE!” Bucky beamed. 

  “I don’t know why. I just always have.” You admitted shyly. 

  “That actually explains a lot.” Bucky giggled, thinking back on all the evidence. “Tickle time!” He teased as he began to tickle your tummy and you had never been more flustered in your life, ever, but you were really glad he knew now. 

He tickled you some more until you had enough and were now really tired. He and Steve laid next to, as Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. Suddenly, Thor burst through the door. 

  “Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you. 

  You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled. Bucky and Steve giggled as well.

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TickleTober 2022 Fic List!

Here's my TickleTober2022 Prompt List

This list will be updated as I finish fics :D

Day 1. Stuck (Moon knight) - Marc's caught between a rock and a hard place, and Leyla is less than helpful.

Day 2. Scary Stories (Avengers + Peter - prompt) - Peter's a little scared by ghost stories. Sam knows exactly what to do.

Day 3. Experiment (HeartStopper - prompt) - Nick discovers Charlie's ticklish hips and has to experiment.

Day 4. Corn maze (Stucky) - Steve realises just how scary a corn maze is when Bucky's chasing him through it.

Day 5. Sweet (HeartStopper - prompt) - Charlie's attempts to steal Nick's baking ingredients goes adorably wrong.

Day 6. Costumes (Tony and Peter / IronDad) - Peter finds an old photo album, Tony is determined to see it.

Day 7. Footsteps (Thor and Loki / Brodinsons - reader) - You've messed with the wrong Gods.

Day 8. Haunted House (Peter and Steve and Bucky) - Peter gets spooked at a haunted house, but not exactly as planned.

Day 9. Torture (Klaus and Elijah (The Originals) - reader) - Elijah swore he wouldn’t hurt you, but he needs a way to extract what you know. 

Day 10. Drive-in scary movie (Moonknight) - Steven's in a mood, and Marc helps him get what he wants from Leyla.

Day 11. Revenge (Heartstopper - prompt) - Nick always loses at Mario Kart, Charlie's getting a bit too big for his boots.

Day 12. Monster (Stucky) - Steve is feeling insecure since transforming into Captain America. Bucky cheers him up.

Day 13. Scream (Moon Knight) - Marc never screams. At least until Layla tells Steven his biggest weakness.

Day 14. Zombie (Torchwood) - The boys play 'Zombie', and Ianto wants to make the game a little more fun.

Day 15. Angel (Dean and Cas (Supernatural) - prompt) - Dean finds out Cas's wings are HYPER ticklish

Day 16. Devil/Demon (Lucifer - reader) - Lucifer gives you a massage, and discovers what you've been hiding.

Day 17. Nightmare (Moon Knight) - Marc has a nightmare, and Steven is there to help cheer him up.

Day 18. Spiders (Heartstopper - prompt) - Charlie finds the first spider he can't handle.

Day 19. Killer Clown (Supernatural) - Sam hates clowns, so Dean steps in.

Day 20. Ghost (Umbrella Academy) - Dave visits Klaus just to see him smile

Day 21. Sneak Attack (Spider Bros (Peters 1-3)) - Peter 1 loves jump scaring his brothers, even more when they get him back.

Day 22. Pumpkin Carving (Heartstopper - prompt) - A food fight turns tickly.

Day 23. Games (Avengers) - Spooky games devolve into chaos

Day 24. Chains (Science Bros (Tony Stark and Bruce Banner)) - After hulking out, Bruce needs Tony's assurance

Day 25. Magic (Avengers - reader) - The Avengers help with your imposter syndrome

Day 26. Claws (Avengers - reader) - Charades opens up a teasy opportunity.

Day 27. Trap (HeartStopper - prompt) - The gang shows Nick how ticklish Charlie is.

Day 28. Bats (Superman + Batman / SuperBat - prompt) - Clark finds out his new favourite noise that Bruce makes

Day 29. Midnight (HeartStopper - prompt) - The gang pose a challenge to stay awake past midnight

Day 30. Murder (HeartStopper - prompt) - Charlie kills Nick with tickles.

Day 31. Vampire Bites (HeartStopper) - A cute moment on Nick and Charlie's first halloween