#lee!peter ler!tony

[baguette-child561]

Ticklish?

!UPDATED¡

This is my first fic so please dont judge.

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗒：𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗒．𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄．

Tony is trying to upgrade one of his suits when he hears a certain someone hop in the lab. “Hey Mr. Stark!“ “Hey kid,what do ya need“ He asked,still trying to work. “Nothing.“ He said,being obvious that he wants something. “I know you want something,you can tell me its not like ill lash out at you.“ Peter was embarassed because he never usually comes to Tony when he wants attention. “Really, its nothing. I just came to see what you were doing. “ “I’m just working on a suit upgrade.” He said,trying to get Peter to tell him what he wants by not talking about it. Peter usually doesn’t tell Tony what he wants right away because he doesn’t wanna bother him or anything,but he eventually tells him if they’re just standing/sitting there. “Why don’t you go hang out with Harley?” He asked,thinking that would get him to talk. “I’m good.” He said seriously. Tony turned around to look at him. “Okay seriously kid,I know you want something. Just tell me,it hurts that you don’t feel comfortable telling me.” “It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable,it’s just… 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀...“ He whispered the last part. “What was that last part?“ He asked,while Peters face was turning red as a tomato. “Its embarrassing!“ He raised his voice a little. Tony laughed a little, “Juhust tell me.“ Tony patted his head but accidentally touched his neck while pulling his hand back. “EEP!“ Peter jumped back like 1 foot away. Tony thought for a moment and then it hit him.

“Peter,are you tihicklish?“ “No!“ He said defensingly. Peters ears and neck have now turned red along with his face. “Then whyhy are you so rehed?” He laughed,knowing he’s lying. “It’s just hohot!” Peter said,his face burning with embarrassment. Tony snickers, “Sure sure,then you wouldn’t mind if I tested it out right?” He said teasingly. If it were possible,Peters face would’ve turned even more red. “Uh,I think I gotta go,I’ve already over-stayed my visit!” Peter blurts out,already sprinting away from Tony. Before he could even get a foot away from him,he feels a hand wrap around his arm,yanking him backwards. “Oh no you don’t you little twerp!” He knocked him down to the floor and pinned his arms above his head.

“You wouldn’t lie to me right Peter?~” He teases with a poke to his side. “EEK!” He squealed with a rather unmanly voice. Tony then squeezed his side. “StoHOhop!” He hoped this stopped as soon as possible,or did he? “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish Pete~” Tony was now lightly scribbling his hip. “I’m noHOOO-“ Tony drilled his finger into Peter’s middle rib. “You wanna finish that sentence?” He teased,making Peter squeal. As he started to get to his top rib, Peter’s laugh was getting higher. “TohoHO clohOse!” Tony stopped and Peter was just lying there with heavy breathing and light giggles. “Does someone have a tickle spot there?~” He teased like he was teasing a toddler. Peter’s bright blush rushed to his ears and neck, looking anywhere but Tony’s eyes. “I think they doooo~” Peter’s blush got darker, “And that someone is, you~” He started digging into Peter’s underarms, making him laugh like crazy, his eyes squeezed shut. “NAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” He screamed, Bucky was a little near where they were, so he was alerted and rushed to the lab.

“What happened?!-“ He was surprised to what he saw. Tony looked up, noticing him, “Oh hey Buck! Just trying to get this little bug to talk.” He says, now scribbling lightly. Bucky immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording. “Just tell me what you want so bad~” He’s enjoying this just as much as Peter, and so is Bucky. “EHEHEHEHEEEEE” He squirms, knowing he couldn’t get away. Even if he was trying. “I am SO showing this to the whole tower later!” Bucky says making Peter try to look up at him. “NOHOHOHO” Bucky smiles down at him sinisterly. He squeals when Tony starts poking and prodding at his sides. “StOhOhOhOp!” He laughs, hoping this wouldn’t end as soon as he thought he would. But then Tony starts digging at Peter’s hips.

“AHahAh! *snort*” He stops, his jaw hanging wide open while also smiling. And Bucky is just laughing his ass off in the back. “Thahahat is a nehehew souhond.” Peter lies there with his face as red as a tomato. Giggles still spilling out of his mouth. “Sh-shuhut uhup man!” He says while pushing his face. Bucky stops recording and runs away still laughing, “Saham! Hey Samhm!”

“Noho! Mr.Stahark get ohoff so I can get hihim!” Peter laughs, trying to get up. “Sorry, no can do.” He says, then starts digging into his sides. “NoHoHo! Mr.StAHahark!” Tony ignores him and keeps going. “You stihill haven’t told me whyhy you can into my lahab!” He laughs, making Peter cover his blushy face. “Dohont cover your cuhute little fahace!” He says, then tickling his underarms. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He really didn’t want to tell him why since he was so embarrassed, plus he didn’t really want this to end either.

“You gonna tell me why now?” But then again, he couldn’t STAND the teasing. “OKAYAY OKAYAY ILL TAHAHAHALK!” Tony stops, looking at him with a teasing questioning look. Peter lays there giggling trying to catch his breath. “Ihi just.. wahanted attention…” He whispered the last part. “What was that?” “I wanted attention!” He yells, with bright blush on his face. Tony chuckles with an adored look on him. “You could’ve juhust asked bahambino.” He lets up, with Peter covering his face in a tiny ball. “You have nohothing to be embarrassed about Pete.” He smiles at him. Peter slowly uncovers his VERY blushy face. “I didn’t wanna bug you..” He says quietly, making Tony’s heart break from adorable-ness. “Yohou could never bug mehe bud. That’s vehery adorable.” Peter’s blush darkens.

After that, they come upstairs to find Bucky and Sam laughing at Bucky’s phone and hearing Peter’s loud laugh coming from it. God, they were gonna tease him so bad for this.

FINALLY FUCKING DONE! AFTER MONTHS.

[inneedofsupervision]

Hey Mister Villain

Finally, I can present you the long-awaited Sequel to No Spilling Secrets. I recommend reading No Spilling Secrets first, as that is relevant for understanding the context of this story.

Summary: After getting out of the claws of Clint, Bucky, and Sam, Peter can finally take a rest. Or can he? A single glance at Mr. Stark is enough to let the teen know his mentor waits for an explanation, and it better be a good one. He really should have thought about how to get out of this one, didn't he?

"Care to explain why you hacked Friday, Peter."

Oh fuck.

"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."

The words had tumbled out before Peter could stop himself. At least May and Steve weren't here to catch that slip-up. Mr. Stark merely raises an eyebrow, leveling the teen with a glance. The man is still waiting for an explanation that Peter is more than dreading to give to his mentor. Heck, Peter endured the dishing out of the bird bros and Bucky. He couldn't fold now just because Mr. Stark came off as a little intimidating. Speaking of Mr. Stark, said man stands stern-faced in front of him, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Peter in a voiceless dare to keep silent. 

Okay, cross that. Mr. Stark is more than a little intimidating. 

But still, Peter has come too far to spill. His mentor wouldn't let him live that down, not after creating a whole archive of Peter's embarrassing moments. It is pouring fuel straight into the fire.

Mr. Stark steps closer.

With one hand casually placed in the pocket of his three-piece suit while the other pulls down his glasses, the man glances over the rim. Peter gulps. He has to lean his head back to meet his eyes. Mr. Stark studies him for a moment, and Peter wonders what exactly the man is searching for when the sound of the man sniffing catches his attention.

Mr. Stark straightens, pushing his glasses back up.

"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Parker. Don't let it come to that." Peter lets out a huff in protest when his mentor suddenly pushes him, causing him to lie flat on the bench. The teen stares up at the older man in surprise before Peter's face contorts into a grimace as he finally registers Mr. Stark's words.

"You saw all of that?" Peter asks, hoping Mr. Stark would break out into that smug trademark grin, laughing as he pats him on the shoulder and tells him he was only messing with him. Mr. Stark, of course, didn't give Peter that. Instead, he is met with a slight tilt of the head as Mr. Stark gives him an unimpressed look. 

"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"

The vigilante lets his shoulder sag in defeat. Of course, Mr. Stark watched the whole spectacle. Where is that hole in the ground to bury yourself? It's never there when you need it.

A finger flicks against his forehead.

"Don't go all kicked-puppy on me, kid. You wouldn't be in this predicament if you hadn't cracked the tower's system and left a security breach as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge. You bought this on yourself."

"Maybe that wouldn't happen if there was a better security system," mutters the teen under his breath. 

"Excuse me, what was that?" Peter's mouth shut instantly at the look Mr. Stark was giving him. How many times did he manage to piss his mentor off today? According to Mr. Starks expression, it was at least one time too many. Sensing that this wasn't going in a favorable direction, Peter made a drastic decision. 

He needs to escape. 

Now.

The man standing in front of the bench raises an eyebrow as the teen suddenly angles his legs up, bringing them close to his chest and bending his back, body forming an alarmingly accurate globular form. Without his trademark suit, the kid always seemed so inconspicuous it was easy to forget his powers and traits, counting in that inhuman flexibility. The kid tilts sideways, beginning to roll down the bench with an easiness that left the man wondering if Peter had done this before, the thought of that being a possibility alone giving him a mild headache.

"What- kid, you are not some overgrown roly-poly. What are you doing?"

Skillfully ignoring the bewildered tone of his mentor, Peter tenses his muscles while bracing for the fall, tilting his arms to avoid landing on his still-bound wrists. Mr. Stark takes off his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, tired of Peter's antics, before pocketing them in his breast pocket.

"Kid, you're not getting away without talking about this."

The older man rolls his eyes as Peter ignores him, the latter robbing his way forward on the floor, apparently on a mission to put the two super-soldiers in their team to shame. But it still wasn't quick enough. Peter wriggles forward as if his life depended on it, blatantly ignoring the pair of shoes moving at the same pace next to his head as Mr. Stark walks reversely next to him, hands folded behind his back as he looks down at the teen with mild amusement.

"Having fun, kid? How's the air down there?"

The engineer shakes his head when he doesn't get an answer, not even a sarcastic or snappy remark from his mentee. The latter keeps wriggling with a determined look towards the door still ten meters away. "And Rhodey calls me stubborn. Peter, kid, come on. Stop being silly." 

"Upfh!"

A tiny yelp escaped Peter's lips when he fell forward, courtesy of the polished dress shoe that pulled on the leg he had put on the ground in an attempt to stand up, only to fall flat on his stomach. 

"Come one, Peter. This starts to get boring, doesn't it."

The teen doesn't need to see the man know that Mr. Stark is most likely rolling his eyes at him as he continues ignoring him, only to further shuffle forward on the floor. 

"Friday, be a dear and give me and Mr. Parker some privacy."

Peter couldn't decide what let his heart beat faster, Mr. Starks words or the faint click of the door locking shut. 

"Mr. Stark!"

The boy's eyes widen as the dress shoe from before pushes under his stomach. He gets flipped onto his back, gazing up at Mr. Stark standing above him with a raised eyebrow and a corner of his lip turned up in unsuppressed smugness. 

Peter sucks in a breath at the sight.

"Mr. Stark, you look like a supervillain right now."

The man's lips qurik up as he strokes his clean-cut goaty. 

"If it takes a supervillain to end this nonsense, I might as well adapt to that role."

"Mr. Stark, no!"

It doesn't take a lot for the man to kneel and grab the squirming boy's wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand.

"Are you ready to talk, Spiderman?"

Peter feels the adrenaline kicking in as his lips twitch upwards in anticipation, his eyes focused more on Mr. Starks free hand than the man's face. Mr. Stark notices the glance at his hand. 

"You see this, webslinger?" asks Mr. Stark with a cold-toned voice that Peter hasn't heard the man using with anyone other than the press on a few occasions when reporters ask some too-invasive questions. He had even pulled the purple-tinted glasses back out and put them on, jumping at the chance to act like an actual villain, and Peter could only stare up at the man, feeling flabbergasted. 

Sure, Mr. Stark could act playful. 

But those mods were usually portrayed through a headlock with an easy way out, hair ruffling, and tons of jokes and banter. Occasionally, Mr. Stark tickles him during movie nights when Peter gets a little too sassy for the man's liking, ending with the teen nearly rolling down the couch giggling. Those moments usually last only a few seconds before Peter crawls back on the couch with Mr. Starks arm thrown over his shoulder, leaning against the man's side. Therefore, it was hardly surprising that Peter was a tad perplexed at the threat of getting tickled by his mentor. The latter seemed overly confident in getting Peter to talk, which results in the teen being curious and absolutely terrified at once. At least Mr. Stark didn't have super hearing, or he might have known just how effectively nervous his words alone were making Peter, going by how his heart was racing behind his ribcage. 

Unaware of the conflicting emotions Tony has caused to tumble around his mentee's head, he continues playing his villain act with a worryingly amount of perfection. The man holds his free hand up for the teen to see, moving his fingers down one after another in a quick motion like some cheap magician before pulling a bunny out of his top hat.

"This is the only tool needed to get you chirping, Spidey," continues the man, looking at his hand as if it were some weapon he had built and was particularly proud of. It leaves Peter gulping heavily.

"You might ask yourself why this," Mr. Stark waves with his hand, "is the way to break you. Well, let me elaborate, my wall-crawling little friend."

Peter opens his mouth to interrupt the cliche of the villain explaining his evil master plan in front of the bound hero. He gets silenced by a raised eyebrow and quickly clamps his lips shut, letting Mr. Stark have his moment.

"I happen to stumble over some interesting information about you, Spiderling. Some would even say it is a bit of a weakness."

Oh gosh, Peter didn't like the way Mr. Stark was grinning down at him at all. The hairs on his neck begin to rise at the sight. Although his subconsciousness was aware of the lack of a threat, Peter's brain couldn't stop the funny feeling of anticipation from accumulating inside him, leaving his muscles tense as he could do nothing but wait for something to happen. It feels like just before his spidey sense kicks in, but without the wave of anxiety rolling over him. At this point, Peter wishes Mr. Stark would get over it, but the thought of asking the man to do something leaves the tips of his ears red in embarrassment. He feels like a child all over again, becoming flustered over something silly, like the prospect of getting tickled.

"From what I gathered, there are parts of your body which, despite your genetic altering, are rather-" Mr. Stark leaves a short pause between the following words as his lip twitches upward into a smug grin, "delicate."

Mr. Starks free hand shots downward. 

Peter presses out a squeaky "noho!" while bringing his legs up to his chest to block the attack, eyes squeezing shut on instinct. 

But nothing happens. 

Peter lingers in that curled-up position, opening his eyes slightly to squint over his knees. The teen meets the highly amused grin of Mr. Stark, who wears the same expression as he does when he gets the affirmation of one of his more advanced calculations being correct, an expression of pure smugness. 

"A bit skittish, are we?"

Before Peter could even think of an answer, Mr. Stark's hand found a way between his pulled-up legs and his middle, fingers digging without hesitance into his stomach. The sudden attack caught Peter off guard, the laughter pouring out instantly.

"Mr. Stahahark! Thahahahat's plahaying dihirty!"

The man tilts his head at his mentees' words, the latter trying to press his knees closer to his middle, but that did little to hinder the man from tweaking his sides, grinning at the little shriek it earns him. 

"Oh, I didn't know this counts as playing to you. Might as well as much as you are enjoying yourself."

"I'm nohoht enjohohyinh anythIHIHng!" 

Mr. Stark rolls his eyes and switches spots, his fingers working quickly on the teen's stretched-out underarms. Peter kicks his legs out at the ticklish jolt when blunt nails softly scratch over the fabric of his shirt that does little to protect his sensitive armpits. His laughter changes into cackling, and he tugs on his bound arms, actually managing to bring them down. 

He only hears the click of a tongue, having shut his eyes when his armpits got attacked. He rolls on his side as soon as the tickling stops, trying to escape the attack, but gets stopped by a hand on his shoulder, effortlessly pulling him onto his back again. Not a second later, two hands are shoved up into his underarms, and begun to explore the spot, meticulously working on searching for weak spots. As soon as he found them, Mr. Stark kneads with his thumbs into the muscles, letting Peter jump with a squeak before bursting into another wave of loud laughter.

"NOHOO PLEAHAHASE! MR. STAHAHAHARK. Nohohot thehehere! I- I canahahan't ahahaha. I cahahahn't staAHAND ihiht, pleahashe nohohho!"

"That's unfortunate, as I don't show mercy to any of my enemies. And you, Spiderman, earned the privilege to stand on the top of my hit list."

He grins down at the teen who has his arms pressed to his side as much as his tied wrists allow it, body wriggling from side to side to avoid his hands, but Tony's fingers are following, never leaving up to pinch and flutter over all the places that bring out the sound of panic-laced giggles. 

"No! No! Nonononono! ACK NOHO MR. STAHAHARK, NOHOHOHO!"

"Hm? What's this? Spiderman has a ticklish belly?"

Peter manages to sends a glare at his mentor. "I doho nohoht! J-just l leahaheve ihit alohohohne. Mr. Stahark, I sweaAHAHR, I- ohmygohohod dohohohnt!"

Peter lets out a high-pitched squeal as a finger dips into his belly button. His laugh goes silent for a few seconds, during which he arches his back as the ticklish feeling overwhelms him before he deflates into a heap of hiccupy giggles, begging Mr. Stark to do anything but please let his belly button alone. The man smirks down at the blushing teen. Tony would lie if he said he did not find Peter's reaction absolutely endearing. 

"Now, that's just adorable. I almost feel bad having to end you."

"Youhuhu ahahre eheh- evil!"

"I beg to differ, Spidey. This -" Tony worms his finger into Peter's navel, wriggling it around teasingly and earning himself a snort followed by feet drumming against the floor behind him as the kid trashes around madly 

"isn't evil. I'll show you what's really evil."

Out of breath and lying on his side, Peter, at first, didn't register what was happening, too busy to get back to pumping air into his lungs. When he finally glances up at what Mr. Stark is doing, the man is already gathering his feet in a headlock and pulling his tie around his ankles. Peter's eyes widened. He was about to yank his legs out of the hold, and he certainly would have managed to, but at that moment, Mr. Stark had already tightened the piece of clothing, successfully binding his legs. After giving it a closer thought, Peter's panic begins to subdue. A tie was no match for his strength. He could easily snap it if he wanted to. 

"Before I forget it, that tie is a Christmas present from Pepper's parents."

Mr. Stark broke out in loud laughter at the sheer look of betrayal Peter sent his way.

"You are a monster, Mr. Stark."

Peter regrets the words as soon as his mentor grins at him before pushing him over, forcing the teen to lay on his stomach and pull his feet facing upward onto his lap.

"Finally, you are aware of the gravity of the situation, Spidey."

While talking, he let a single finger run down the arch of Peter's foot, grinning at the teen's toes curling up and the whole-body jolt the action brought. He repeats the action on Peter's other foot, getting the same reaction, which only encourages the man to let all his fingers, at once, drag over the wiggling soles. The feet in his lap squirm just as the rest of the teen trashes on the floor like an angry caterpillar, laughing his head off, occasionally shrieking when Tony pulls his toes back to scribble under them. 

"NO! Nohohot the toes! Pleahase, anythihing buhut thahat."

Mr. Stark let up, giving the teen a short break.

"Not the toes, you say? Do you mean these toes? These ticklish little toes right here?" He takes one of them between his fingers, shaking them a little while speaking, but that is apparently enough to throw Peter into a giggle fit and try kicking him. 

"Well, then I have to let these toes be. And tickle these instead."

True to his word, Mr. Stark left Peter's right foot in peace, only to jump onto the left one, resuming his relentless attack.

"ACK! I sahahaid NOT the toehes!"

"And since when do I listen to what my enemy tells me? Huh, Spidey, since when do we do that?" he teases the kid, letting up from his feet to pinch above his kneecaps. Peter shrieks and kicks his legs out as he laughs loudly, managing to roll onto his back. He quickly sets his legs up to press his soles against the gym floor, preventing Tony from getting a hold of them.

"You're trying to be smart about this? Well, what do you do about this then?"

Without pausing, Mr. Stark takes hold of the teen's wrist and softly but firmly presses them against the teen's chest to get them out of the way before pulling his shirt up, revealing his tummy. 

Peter's eyes widen. He couldn't move much with his feet sticking to prevent whatever Mr. Stark was planning. He had an idea, but surely Mr. Stark wouldn't do something as childish as that.

Right?

Peter screams before hysterical giggles take over after the first raspberry is placed on his stomach.

"Nahaha, stahahahap. Nohot fahair, ihihihi thihihs isn't fahahahahair Mr. Stark!"

"Anything is fair in a fight with your enemy. Even this."

Mr. Stark places another long-lasting raspberry, making sure to shake his face into Peter's stomach as that elicits just the most adorable squeal he had ever witnessed from the teen.

"Now, what do you say, Spidey? Are you ready to fess up?"

Mr. Stark takes in the sight of his red-faced mentee with something akin to fondness. Peter's hair is messy from shaking his head from side to side, his chest heaving from laughing, and a wide grin spreads over his features. The teen surprises him as he squints at him from a position on the ground, a determined look on his face.

"Is that all you've got?"

Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you brought this on yourself."

His head rushes down again, sending the teen into another ticklish frenzy. By the end of it, tears of mirth are gathering in the corner of Peter's eyes, which were Tony's clue to give up. Apparently, Peter didn't think his mentor would give up just yet, as he couldn't believe it when his hands and feet were free to move again.

"You're letting this go?" Peter stares wide-eyed at his free hands before directing his puzzled look at Mr. Stark, who flattens the wrinkles in his suit. 

"As you are so determined to not let a word lose about it, I will let it slide." He sighs at the bewildered expression Peter sends him.

"I trust you, Peter. Whatever you have done must have been important, and I trust you would tell me if it wasn't, alright?"

Oh wow, now Peter feels like an idiot. 

"Ehm, Mr Stark?"

The man in question glances at the teen, the latter rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes cast on the ground. Peter pulls his legs to his chest, biting on his lips as he wraps his arms around his knees, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the ground. He made such a big deal out of nothing, and now he has to admit to that and no other than Mr. Stark too. 

His fingers tighten into the fabric of his pants before he finally finds the courage to confess to the man.

"I did it because I was embarrassed."

The words came out mumbled as Peter pressed his face into his knees.

"I didn't quite catch that, Peter."

Using his name and not some nickname meant Mr. Stark had caught onto the mood. The man slowly steps closer, making only a bit of a show of sitting beside Peter and muttering about his joints.

Peter licks his lips, glancing at Mr. Stark before directing his eyes onto a stain on his jeans before repeating himself.

"I was embarrassed. Do you remember that folder, emh, the- the one where you let Friday save all that dumb stuff that I did? In the lab? Well, I know you like to tease me about that, and I usually don't mind, and I don't want to come off as whiny. I know everyone teases everyone on the team, and that's cool, yeah. But, you know, sometimes, I-" Peter stops to take a deep breath. Mr. Stark keeps sitting next to him, listening in silence, and while Peter is thankful for it, he still can't look at the man.

"Sometimes I get this fear that you'll show that stuff to the others, and they'll make fun of me. I know that shouldn't bother me. I'm not a little kid or anything. But this stuff that happens in the lab, I don't mind you seeing me do dumb stuff because, well, that's you Mr. Stark, and I trust you, like sure you'll think I'm silly, but when it's you, I kinda don't mind that? But if the others know I blow up the lap three times a week, that makes me kinda uncomfortable because everyone always calls you, Dr. Banner, and me the smart ones, but what will they think of me when they see all the messes I produce daily? I'm supposed to be smart and not blow stuff up and- and stumble over stuff when I'm literally Spiderman and yeah, I guess I'm insecure about that. I'm really sorry I hacked into Friday to prevent more footage from being taken, Mr. Stark. That was dumb, and I should have known that it was a bad idea, really."

Peter lifts his head, finally meeting Mr. Starks eyes, who had been patiently waiting for him, witnessing him stumble over his words. 

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark." Peter's voice grew quiet, close to a whisper. 

He watches Mr. Stark running a hand over his face, a sigh escaping the man, and it causes Peter to tighten to hold on to his knees. He is taken by surprise at the weight of an arm thrown over his shoulder before he gets pressed into a warm body, melting into Mr. Starks side as the older man pulls him closer.

"Peter, I want to apologize for making you feel that way."

Peter opens his mouth to protest but gets cut off by a hand squeezing his shoulder.

"Uh uh, broadcast break for the Spiderling." The teen huffs in light amusement, and Tony takes it as his sign to go on. 

"I want to apologize for taking it as far as it causes you to feel like you had to do something on your own rather than talk to me about it. I would have never shown it to anyone, but I should have considered that it could make you uncomfortable. I'll delete everything and stop Friday from saving further videos, alright?"

"You would do that for me, Mr. Stark?"

"Of course. I might be an asshole most of the time,"

"Language."

Tony raises an eyebrow at the rude interjection. His hand slips down to poke the teen in the side as a warning, which earns him a giggle.

"but I want you to feel comfortable and know you can trust me. That you can trust anybody on the team, okay?"

Peter nods with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, Mr. Stark?"

"Yes?"

Peter grins up at the man.

"I'm really glad you're not a villain."

Mr. Stark squints at him before a sly smirk appears on his face.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Peter. We still haven't talked about the consequences of you creating a giant security breach."

Before Peter could crawl away, Mr. Stark had already slung an arm around the teen's middle, and for a third time that day, Peter's laughter echoed throughout the gym, this time a little brighter than before.

[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.

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m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

IronFam Prompt! Tony makes breakfast for his kids (can just be Peter and Morgan but Harley as well if u want) but its actually disgusting and extremely burnt.. the kids make fun and tease Tony for his terrible culinary skills. and bc their now hungry Tony offers them some raspberries. ofc they say yes and Tony tells them to go wait by the couch while he finds them.... I would love to see your take on this prompt if you wanted

The Breakfast Fate

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this is so cute! ❤️ I hope you like it Anon and I'm sorry there's not a lot of tickling ❤️ There's another prompt that was sent in that ties into this one really well . . . Maybe a potential sequel? 🤔 Enjoy! :))

When Peter and Harley had agreed to a sleepover at the Stark residence, a smoke alarm wake up call wasn't how they pictured today to go. Yet here they were, bolting awake at 7 am to the sound of blaring alarm.

Harley rubbed his eyes as he tried to untangle himself from his blankets. "What's going on?"

Morgan poked her head out of her blankets. "Are there bad guys?"

Peter jumped up. "No that's the fire alarm!"

Harley was on his feet in an instant. "In the lab?"

"I don't think so!"

While the two hurried out of the room, Morgan struggled out of her blanket nest. "Wait for me!"

Harley's eys widened as he scrambled back to grab her. "Come on Morgan."

The three kids ran out of the room and into the living room. Here the alarm was the loudest.

Peter covered his ears. "That sounds like it's coming from up here!"

"Then it's not the lab?" Harley asked.

"I don't know!"

Morgan covered her own ears. "It's loud!"

"Yeah that's an alarm for ya!" Harley hefted her up. "What triggered it?"

"I don't know! Where's Tony?"

Suddenly, a loud bang made all three of them jump. From the kitchen came a string of curses followed by another bang.

The three kids raced into kitchen to find Tony dunking a pan into a sink full of water. A loud hiss followed by a big cloud of smoke and steam followed up. "Friday! Turn off all fire alarms!"

"But sir, smoke is still detected in the kitchen."

"I know, turn it off!"

Finally, silence settled throughout. With a sigh of relief, both Morgan and Peter dropped their hands.

Harley spoke first. "What the heck just happened?"

Tony whirled to see the three kids standing in the kitchen. "Welp, morning everyone."

"Tony, what were you doing?" Peter asked.

The older scientist pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well I was trying to make pancakes and it did not end well."

"Obviously," Harley muttered.

Morgan giggled. "Daddy mahade aha mehess."

"No, I just burned a couple pancakes."

Peter picked up a piece of bacon. "More than just pancakes."

"Pfft! Wohow, the great Tony Stark can make ahany chemical compound, on the molecular level too, but he's baffled byhy eheggs."

Tony flicked a piece of charred bacon at the older boy. "Ungrateful."

"We appreciate the thought Tony." Peter dropped the bacon back on to the plate. "But we are making fun of your cooking skills."

"You don't even know how to cook."

"That's not true!" The young teen crossed his arms. "I can so make Ramen!"

Harley set Morgan down. "And without turning it to dust."

The older scientist arched one eyebrow. "You're pushing it."

Meanwhile, Morgan tugged on her father's sleeve. "I'm hungry Daddy."

"Us to Morgan, but we currently have no food to eat." Harley held up a burned pancake. "Tony burned it all."

"I didn't burn it all!"

"Then what do you call this?"

The older scientist crossed his arms. "Well done."

Morgan tugged her dad's shirt sleeve again. "But Daddy, what are we going to eat?"

The older two chuckled as Tony huffed. They were just genuinely having a laugh while not hurting their mentor's feelings.

It seemed like Tony enjoyed the laugh too as a wide grin overtook his face. "Look, I'm sorry about the food. To make it up, why don't I get us some raspberries and we'll enjoy them on the couch?"

Morgan jumped up and down. "Yay! Raspberries!"

Something about Tony's smile made Peter's spider sense tingle. "I don't know about this."

An arm was slung around his shoulders. "Come on Pete, would I deceive you?"

The young teen stepped out of the hold. "Yes."

With a huff, Harley yanked his surrogate brother toward the living room. "It's fine Pete."

"B-but---!"

"Don't worry Peter." Tony grinned even wider as the three headed to living room. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Yeah, that's not reassuring."

Harley playfully pushed the young teen's head. "Don't be such a worry wart Pete."

Morgan eagerly hopped on to the couch. "Daddy's getting raspberries for breakfast!"

Peter crossed his arms. "Why would he have raspberries?"

"To put on the pancakes," Harley shot back.

"But why?"

"Cause some people like to put fruit on their pancakes."

"But don't people normally put strawberries on them?"

Harley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, maybe they were on sale. Do you have to question everything?"

Peter crossed his arms. "Only when I have suspicions."

While the older two glared at each other, Morgan gently pulled her surrogate brother toward the couch. "It's okay Petey, Daddy won't hurt us."

"I know he won't hurt us, but there's other things he can do---."

Whatever Peter was going to say became promptly cut off by a tackle. The young teen thudded to the ground with Tony on top of him.

"Ack!"

"You were right underoos."

"Tony?"

The older scientist pinned him to the floor. "You should have been suspicious."

"Tony, what are you doing?" Harley demanded.

"Giving Peter some raspberries."

The young teen's eyes bugged as Tony rolled up his shirt. "Wait! Wahait! Tony nohoOOO! YOHOU JERK!"

The other two went wide eye as they watched Tony blow multiple raspberries into Peter's tummy. Peter had been right. The scientist hadn't been talking about edible raspberries, he had meant the raspberries that turned Peter into a cackling squirming mess right before them.

Peter squealed. "RUHUN!"

Immediately, Harley and Morgan bolted from the room with Peter's squeals echoing in the background.

Once the teen was breathless, Tony let him go as he collapsed on to the floor. "You good?"

Peter kicked at Tony. "Yohou suhuck."

"Funny." The older scientist ruffled Peter's hair. "I never heard you tell me to stop."

The tips of Peter's ears flamed bright red. "Shuhush!"

"What? Ihi think it's adorable." The older scientist kissed Peter's forehead. "But remember this the next time you make fun of my cooking."

"Ihits not myhy fault yohou buhurn everythihing!"

"No, but you can keep your comments to yourself."

Tony helped his mentee up as the last of his giggles died down.

Peter let out a playful groan. "Why mehe?"

"You picked up on it first. Plus you can use those webs to get away easier."

"So you took me ohout whihile my guard was dohown?"

"Gave myself a tactical advantage Pete." The older scientist gave him one last hair ruffle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two other kids I have to find."

"Have fuhun," Peter replied before pulling himself up onto the couch. "I'm gonna take a nap."

Tony chuckled and took off down the hall. "Sleep tight."

Needless to say, Peter slept through every squeal that followed.

[sunny-117]

Finding the giggles again - Teaser

Lee!Peter

Ler!Tony

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Peter was in his room and felt like he could broke down into tears in any second. Sometimes the work from Spiderman just overwhelmed him so much that he wanted to lay in bed all day and do nothing. And that’s one of these days.

Peter was laying in his bed, had his pajama on and was wrapped completely in several blankets. He tried to cheer himself up with funny Youtube videos but nothing helped. Emotions just overflowed him but none of these emotions where happiness...

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Hope you are ready for the fic💕✨️

[skyloladoodles]

Peter’s Tummy troubles

This is a SFW tickle fic!! Of Peter getting gentle comfort and tickles from his mentor and father figure Mr. Stark.

lee!Peter and ler!tony

A/N: I just finished writing this story of Peter getting comfort tickles and affectionie from Tony! I myself is feeling a bit sick with a cold, and my forehead and sore throat not feeling well. I was thinking of Tony comforting Peter and it made me feel happy. So I wrote a fic of it ^_^ My neckie still feels a bit sore writing dis but it's okay!

Grab your cup of coffee, or tea, and jump on in with the story!

Peter's tummy was hurting real baddie. Petie didn't know why. Could it be because of the breakfast he ate in the morning? Training? Webbing aroundie new York city? A flu?

It sucked. Peter was looking forward to seeing Mr. Stark after school. Peter was thinking he couldn't make it at all if his stomach was in pain this badly.

Peter groaned in pain and grunted opening his free palm and swiped a web out and started to swing around the city, the layout in his head the direction he was heading to was Tony's tower.

Yes, even though Peter was in terrible pain he still had energy to go to Tony's tower. Peter didn't want to miss a day of not spending time with Tony at all. Stomach aching wasn't anything new to the spider-teen.

Peter mumbled incorporated words without thinking about what he said and summersaults into the air and lands back onto his feet standing up Infront of Me Starks tower.

Peter looked up at the side of the super awesome tower where he and the avengers stay and Peter blinked his eyes. He didn't have enough energy to swing all the way up to the tower this time..

Yet Peter is too stubborn to listen to his body telling him to calm down. Peter grumbles rolling his eyes being fed up with his upset tummy.

Peter raises his hand and shooted out a web pointed upwards all the way to the top of the Avenger's tower which he carefully calculated to stick right there, Peter gets launched into the air very high off the ground and accidently slips in thin air.

Peter squeaks in surprise looking down, he's very high up and he didn't want his sleep deprived self to fall down and Peter quickly released another one of his webs and safely went in the window.

Peter sighed of relief and swung his bag onto the sofa. The room Peter was in, is the living quarters of the Avengers Tower.

This quarter was Peters favourite! There's almost at least one or two of the avengers hanging around talking to each other or watching TV, playing games. Peter sometimes spends time watching to keep himself entertained.

Peter wondered around the room for 10 minutes until he remembered his tummy was still hurting. Peter whimperd in pain. Peter was trying to avoid seeing Tony, Peter didn't want his mentor seeing him looking down because of a tummy ache. Peter certainly doesn't want to go through the very-much-embarrassing explainationn Mr Stark wanted an answer to.

Before Peter can have a next thought. Peter's body was sub consciously walking to where he was thinking Tony was most likely to be. Peter was walking down the corridor in a different direction to where every other room is.

Peter grumbles and face planted his head on Tony's front door of the lab and his head ache was getting increasingly worse. It was horrible. Peter wanted his head ache to get out of his system, and his tummy ache gone.

Peter bites his lips and whimpers, weakily knocking on Tony's door.

Tony from the inside of his lab perked his head up hearing the soft knock, Tony didn't think twice on who it might be. The type of knocking styles from everyone who knocks on his door — Tony can tell who it might be in due time.

Tony's thoughts come to a close and gently wraps his hands around the inner door handle and unlocks the door with the door opening. Tony looks down seeing his mentee Peter. In the first second of Tony's eyes staring at Peter. Tony can sense the amount of pain Peter is feeling.

Tony didn't like seeing Peter be unwell at all. Peter is like a son to Tony, he does not want his mentee/son to feel unwell anymore. Peter looked up at Tony with puppy dog eyes and Peter instantly picked Peter up into his arms.

No matter how old Peter is, teenager or not. Tony will never say no to wrapping Peter inside his comforting arms, Peter didn't have enough energy to fight back.

Tony walked calmly and gently to the newly brought bean bags he brought specifically for him and Peter when ever they work together in the lab.

Tony sat down making sure not to hurt Peter in any way, and held Pete close to his chest. Tony strokes his soft palm against Peter's back and Peter deliberately melted against Mr Stark's touch.

Peter was feeling a bit better.

Tony smiled watching Peter looking so freaking cute at enjoying, his palm on Peter's back.

Peter smiled to himself despite still feeling some pain in his head and his stomach but Peter couldn't care less. Tony's back rub felt like a cold ice-cream sundae on a summer afternoon.

Peter hummed pleasantly, and Tony chuckled slightly hearing Peter be happy and over the moon at his back getting rubs. Tony lifts his left hand and rubs his thumb finger across Pete's forehead and Peter wiggles slightly but still in a happy soft mood.

Tony gives a small fond tiny kiss on Pete's forehead and Peter giggles weakily into Tony's chest and Tony chuckles along with Peter.

Tony talks very softly to Peter and rocks Peter back and fourth while Tony gently running Peter's back and forehead. “Feeling any better sweet pea?“

A small happy tired mumble comes out of Peter's mouth to answer Tony's gentle question as a full yes.

Tony's mouth curls upwards and smiles to himself. Listening to the very small happy sounds coming from the teen. Tony nuzzles his head on Pete's neck and Peter let's out the most sweetest giggles, Tony has ever had coming from Peter.

Tony's heart melts watching Peter fall into a soft light giggle fit. Tony smiled and shakes head head not help wanting to hear Peter giggle more. Tony gets a light bulb in his head. Now he knows how to cheer up Peter. Tickles! Tickles cheer up Peter in no time and Peter will get his favourite places getting tickles! Good idea right?

It was a good idea! Tony wiggles his index finger on Peter's neck and Peter giggles softly into Tony's chest, squiggling in Tony's arms.

“M'ster....- Stahahark nohoho“ Peter giggles and his hands turn into fists pounding on Tony's chest gently. Peter was wiggling softly against Tony and Tony can not be any more happy on how happy tickling Peter was changing Pete's mood from sad to happy and light giggles.

“Hey kid, for the millionth time it's Tony.“ Tony laughs fondly and bends his index and thumb finger to lightly poke Peter's shoulder and Peter laughs silently with a small blush on his face. “Let me spell it out for you, it's a T- to the O-N-Y~! Not thaaaaaat hard for you right Peter?“

“You sound SOHOHO baahahad!“ Pete giggled at Tony teaching him how to say Tony's own name. Peter already know it's just saying ’Mr Stark’, Peter feels more close to Tony. “And, Nohoho you can't make mehehe!“ Peter sassed against to Tony's ’helpful’ singing. “Old man!“

Tony gasped dramatically (playfully) to his kid's many remarks in the same giggly behaviour. Tony points his hand to himself like he has gotten rejected, and Peter finds this hilarious. The look on Tony's face looks so surprised and shocked. Peter is laughing his heart out.

Tony blinks his eyes to register his thoughts. Tony knew his singing was ’bahahad’, Tony is chuckling to himself in agreement and Peter is grinning much to his own pridefulness. One thing Tony is a bit ompf about is getting called old man. Tony knew Peter knew what he was doing because now....

Tony growled playfully forming his right hand to a claw and Peter squeaks at the sight of Tony's wiggly fingers and Peter giggling lightly.

“Wahaahit. Wait wait wait Misheheter Stark I'm sorry! I didn't mean it it it it was a joke you know!“ Peter giggles panicking and wiggles left to right. Peter is still feeling pain from his tummy so he doesn't want to move around all too much.

“Yeah I know" Mr Stark grins but his eyes show so much foness for Peter. Tony says softly to Peter. “Your tummy hurts right? This should help you.“

Tony places his hand on Peter 's soft tummy and rubs his full palm around on Pete's tummy. Peter giggles silently and melts into the touch.

Usually, as you know. Peter would've been giggling non stop but this type of tickling makes Peter feel sleepy and happy.

Tony circles his finger around Peters tummy, moving his finger up and down to his lower tummy and upper tummy. Peter gently closes his eyes with a sleepy smile on his face.

Peter was slowly feeling better being in Tony's arms. His tummy from being hurt to feeling happy. It might not be fully well but with Tony's gentle rubbing, Peter can feel a bit better. Happy thoughts filled inside Peter's head as Tony kisses, Peter's forehead softly and rubs Peter's tummy with his free hand.

Tony leans back on the wall and Peter drifts into sweet, calm, gentle sleep.

[cantsaythetword]

TickleTober Day 2: Scary Stories (Avengers/Spiderman)

~A/N  - DAY TWOOOOOOOOO 👻👻👻 Hope y'all are feeling spoooooooooky!

This one is our first anon prompt:

#2 (scary stories), with Lee Peter and Ler avengers?

Maybe the group is telling a scary story and (Peter 1) gets nervous so the group tries to make him feel less anxious?

Super cute and I soooooo love Lee Peter especially with group tickles like it's adorable! I hope this is the kind of thing you were after!

- Enoy! ~

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Masterpost Link || TickleTober 2022 Masterpost Link

"She screamed!" Tony shouted dramatically. "The poor dog lay gutted on the floor. And written on the wall in front of her, in it's dripping red blood - 'Humans Can Lick Too'."

There were gasps around the room, Bucky jokingly clinging to Steve in fear.

Thor chuckled, applauding. "Incredibly hair-raising, well done Stark!"

Tony shrugged. "More where that came from!"

Nothing was better for the October vibe than a spooky story night in the dark. Circled around the snack table, the group were huddled next to each other in the dim lamplight.

"Who's next?" Bucky grinned. "Or should I remind us of the terror of the Hook man?"

While Sam wasn't usually one to tell ghost stories in the dark, it was him who spoke up.

"I've got one." He smirked playfully, winking at the boy next to him.

What the others didn't notice during Tony's story, was Peter Parker huddled against the arm of the couch like a scared puppy. Clearly he wasn't a huge fan of the scary tales, and was definitely finding the whole experience less than enjoyable. But Sam was about to change that.

"One night, a young man was staying alone in a small cabin." Sam began, eager eyes watching him ready to be spooked. "There was nobody around for miles, just thick dark woodland."

Clint rolled his eyes. "It's always a cabin in the woods."

A soft giggle broke free from Peter's mouth, making Sam smile before he continued. "He heard a rustling outside, but considering he was in the middle of a dense forest, he thought little of it."

Already knowing exactly where he would take this, and part of him wondering how long it would take the wide-eyed teen to notice, Sam adjusted his legs underneath him to bring himself closer to Peter.

"Then it happened again. Louder. Closer."

He slowed his speech towards the end, pausing for effect.

"He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom." Sam continued. "He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."

By this point, everyone was hooked. Hanging off each word he spoke like it was pure gold. Even Natasha's eyes were wide. Sam internally laughed, as she had initially mentioned how scary stories just don't do anything to her any more.

"He heard twigs crunching outside. Not quite footsteps, but human-like all the same."

Peter was beginning to dig his nails into his palm. If Sam didn't know what was coming he would have resolved the story then and there, changing the topic to something a little more light-hearted. But of course, he had other plans to cheer up the teen.

"Once again he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."

Sam leaned from side to side as he listed each location, as if looking through different areas himself.

"Then," His voice became sharp, almost foreboding, "Something thudded into the foliage outside."

Sam banged his hands against the floor, making Bucky jump. The group let out a few snickers at the usually stone-faced soldier's reaction.

"The immediate eerie silence following led the man to realise this was no mere woodland animal. Someone, or something, was watching him." Sam let his eyes scan the room, staring into the eyes of his friends. "He quietly got out of bed and slowly walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window."

Sam could see Peter's knuckles growing whiter by the second as he gripped the side of the couch. Almost there kid, hold it together.

"But before he finally clambered back under the covers, he felt a chill blow over his face. A breeze." He paused, relishing in the tense atmosphere surrounding him. "Coming from the wide open window in front of him."

Gasps echoed around the room - not just from the poor teen Sam was trying to help.

"He froze, only able to swivel his eyes around the room." Sam copied the actions, hands in front of him like a peering statue. "Looking for anything that could possibly be out of place."

Even Sam's heart was beating faster now, the adrenaline of building the climax of the story was almost too much to contain.

"He looked to the doorway, the corners, under the desk, behind the bookshelf."

Sam turned his head with each word, legs changing to a half-kneeling position.

"Alas, the more he looked, the less he found."

He took a breath. Gently moving his body closer to the unsuspecting Peter.

"Relieved, he sat on the mattress, letting his eyes settle into the dark cupboard. Trying to fully convince his subconscious that it was in fact just coats inside."

Peter relaxed slightly - partially due to the fact that Tony had shuffled a little closer to the teen, and that Sam was on his other side. Subtle enough that few would notice, but the gesture seemed to put Peter almost completely at ease.

Not for long.

"The young man couldn't think for long, for a strong, wiry limb gripped his leg!" Sam cried, grabbing onto Peter's outstretched leg, "and yanked him onto the floor!"

Peter yelped as Sam pulled him onto his back, nervous breaths turning to relieved laughter as his brain caught up with the last 3 seconds of movement.

"The poor man let out a scream as the monster in front of him raised it's limbs-!" He roared, mimicking the story. "Unleashing a brutal tickle attack!"

"NO!" Peter squeaked, crashing his arms against his sides in a pitiful attempt to stop Sam.

Not that it worked.

"SAHAHAHAHAM!" The poor boy giggled helplessly, writhing in Sam's firm tickle-vice.

Tony smirked at the pair, offering his own hands to help Sam tear Peter to pieces.

With Tony at his neck and Sam wrecking his ribs, all it took was Steve and Clint taking a leg each for Peter to be royally screwed.

Within minutes the poor kid was begging his attackers to let up. Sam pinching and prodding his ribs and stomach like a tickly piano was just too intense, especially when Nat decided to dance those demonic fingernails across his bare stomach.

Finally, they released him. Peter gasped for air, face red and a bright grin still plastered across his cheeks.

"And that is the terrifying tale-" Sam grinned down at Peter,

"-of the Tickle Monster."

[gigglz]

Alright so i have some motivation to write a tword fic!!! Yipeeee!! But i dont know what characters to write for!! :( help!! The other poll on my profile is going to be the lee! poll!!

[renatarenatah]

Eu li todos livros que Rory leu!

Por acaso, eu leio muito rápido e terminei esses livros por dias e semanas. Amei esses livros! Rory é estudiosa, tem boas escolhas para ler.

Listona com os 339 livros que Rory leu em ‘Gilmore Girls’:

1. 1 984 – George Orwell

2. As Aventuras de Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain

3. Alice no País das Maravilhas – Lewis Carroll

4. As Incríveis Aventuras de Kavalier & Clay – Michael Chabon

5. Uma Tragédia Americana – Theodore Dreiser

6. As Cinzas de Ângela – Frank McCourt

7. Anna Karenina – Leon Tolstoy

8. O Diário de Anne Frank – Anne Frank

9. The Archidamian War – Donald Kagan

10. A Arte da Ficção – Henry James

11. A Arte da Guerra – Sun Tzu

12. Enquanto Agonizo – William Faulkner

13. Reparação – Ian McEwan

14. Autobiography of a Face – Lucy Grealy

15. The Awakening – Kate Chopin

16. Babe – Dick King-Smith

17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women – Susan Faludi

18. Balzac e a Costureirinha Chinesa – Dai Sijie

19. Bel Canto – Ann Patchett

20. A Redoma de Vidro – Sylvia Plath

21. Amada – Toni Morrison

22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation – Seamus Heaney

23. Bagavadguitá

24. Os Irmãos Bielski – Peter Duffy

25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women – Elizabeth Wurtzel

26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays – Mary McCarthy

27. Admirável Mundo Novo – Aldous Huxley

28. Um Lugar Chamado Brick Lane – Monica Ali

29. Brigadoon – Alan Jay Lerner

30. Cândido – Voltaire

31. Os Cantos de Cantuária – Chaucer

32. Carrie, A Estranha – Stephen King

33. Ardil 22 – Joseph Heller

34. O Apanhador no Campo de Centeio – J. D. Salinger

35. A Teia de Charlotte – E. B. White

36. The Children’s Hour – Lillian Hellman

37. Christine – Stephen King

38. Um Conto de Natal – Charles Dickens

39. Laranja Mecânica – Anthony Burgess

40. The Code of the Woosters – P.G. Wodehouse

41. The Collected Stories – Eudora Welty

42. A Comédia dos Erros – William Shakespeare

43. Complete Novels – Dawn Powell

44. The Complete Poems – Anne Sexton

45. Complete Stories – Dorothy Parker

46. Uma Confraria de Tolos – John Kennedy Toole

47. O Conde de Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas

48. A Vingança de Bette – Honoré de Balzac

49. Crime e Castigo – Fiodor Dostoievski

50. Pétala Escarlate, Flor Branca – Michel Faber

51. As Bruxas de Salém – Arthur Miller

52. Cão Raivoso – Stephen King

53. O Estranho Caso do Cão Morto – Mark Haddon

54. Filha da Fortuna – Isabel Allende

55. David e Lisa – Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

56. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens

57. O Código da Vinci – Dan Brown

58. Almas Mortas – Nikolai Gogol

59. Os Demônios – Fiodor Dostoievski

60. A Morte de Um Caixeiro-Viajante – Arthur Miller

61. Deenie – Judy Blume

62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America – Erik Larson

63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band – Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars e Nikki Sixx

64. A Divina Comédia – Dante Alighieri

65. Divinos Segredos – Rebecca Wells

66. Dom Quixote de La Mancha – Miguel Cervantes

67. Conduzindo Miss Daisy – Alfred Uhry

68. O Médico e o Monstro – Robert Louis Stevenson

69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems – Edgar Allan Poe

70. Eleanor Roosevelt – Blanche Wiesen Cook

71. O Teste do Ácido do Refresco Elétrico – Tom Wolfe

72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters – Mark Dunn

73. Eloise – Kay Thompson

74. Emily, the Strange: Os Dias Perdidos – Roger Reger

75. Emma – Jane Austen

76. Empire Falls – Richard Russo

77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective – Donald J. Sobol

78. Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton

79. Ética – Spinoza

80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 – Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna – Isabel Allende

82. Tudo se Ilumina – Jonathan Safran Foer

83. Extravagance – Gary Krist

84. Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

85. Fahrenheit 9/11 – Michael Moore

86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire – Donald Kagan

87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World – Greg Critser

88. Medo e Delírio em Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson

89. A Sociedade do Anel – J. R. R. Tolkien

90. Um Violinista no Telhado – Joseph Stein

91. As Cinco Pessoas que Você Encontra no Céu – Mitch Albom

92. Finnegan’s Wake – James Joyce

93. Fletch Venceu – Gregory McDonald

94. Flowers for Algernon – Daniel Keyes

95. The Fortress of Solitude – Jonathan Lethem

96. A Nascente – Ayn Rand

97. Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

98. Franny e Zooey – J. D. Salinger

99. Sexta-Feira Muito Louca – Mary Rodgers

100. Galápagos – Kurt Vonnegut

101. Gender Trouble – Judith Butler

102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President – Jacob Weisberg

103. Gidget – Frederick Kohner

104. Garota, Interrompida – Susanna Kaysen

105. Os Evangelhos Gnósticos – Elaine Pagels

106. O Poderoso Chefão: Livro 1 – Mario Puzo

107. O Deus das Pequenas Coisas – Arundhati Roy

108. Cachinhos Dourados e os Três Ursos – Alvin Granowsky

109. E o Vento Levou – Margaret Mitchell

110. O Bom Soldado – Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom – Judy Bloom

112. A Primeira Noite de um Homem – Charles Webb

113. As Vinhas da Ira – John Steinbeck

114. O Grande Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

115. Grandes Esperanças – Charles Dickens

116. O Grupo – Mary McCarthy

117. Hamlet – William Shakespeare

118. Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo – J. K. Rowling

119. Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal – J. K. Rowling

120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers

121. O Coração das Trevas – Joseph Conrad

122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders – Vincent Bugliosi e Curt Gentry

123. Henry IV, parte I – William Shakespeare

124. Henry IV, parte II – William Shakespeare

125. Henry V – William Shakespeare

126. Alta Fidelidade – Nick Hornby

127. A História do Declínio e Queda do Império Romano – Edward Gibbon

128. Holidays on Ice: Stories – David Sedaris

129. The Holy Barbarians – Lawrence Lipton

130. Casa de Areia e Névoa – Andre Dubus III

131. A Casa dos Espíritos – Isabel Allende

132. Como Respirar Debaixo D’Água – Julie Orringer

133. Como o Grinch Roubou o Natal – Dr. Seuss

134. How the Light Gets In – M. J. Hyland

135. Uivo – Allen Ginsberg

136. O Corcunda de Notre Dame – Victor Hugo

137. A Ilíada – Homero

138. Confissões de uma Groupie: I’m With the Band – Pamela des Barres

139. A Sangue Frio – Truman Capote

140. Inferno – Dante Alighieri

141. O Vento Será tua Herança – Jerome Lawrence e Robert E. Lee

142. Ironweed – William J. Kennedy

143. It Takes a Village – Hillary Rodham Clinton

144. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

145. O Clube da Sorte da Alegria – Amy Tan

146. Júlio César – William Shakespeare

147. A Célebre Rã Saltadora do Condado de Cavaleras – Mark Twain

148. A Selva – Upton Sinclair

149. Just a Couple of Days – Tony Vigorito

150. Os Últimos Dias dos Romanov – Robert Alexander

[teddysterk]

REQUESTS OPEN! (Closed rn!)

Commissions open!

Masterlist! ❤️

Hello beautiful people! (Please Read)

It’s good to meet you I’m Teddy! I’m a queer little hermit who enjoys everything marvel (occasionally other fandoms) and fluff

My pronouns are They/She/He I’m genderfluid

I don’t plan on showing my face so here’s a picrew of me 💜

In terms of fanfics I’m new to the fic world both reading and writing but I’m lucky to have found a safe space within it 🥰

I’m 100% open to people DMing me with prompts or asks or just making friends! Just know I can be a little shy and introverted so please just bare with me well I warm up to you 😅

I enjoy reading Marvel and Fluff (sorry I know said that already 😅) and I will also be writing those kinds of things if that’s not your thing totally cool hope you find some content your looking for

In terms of fluff I like tword content but I’m very sensitive when talking about the topic so don’t mind me trying to balance my interests with my shyness

If you do dm for any reason…

People I haven’t talked to before

No NSFW!

No Teasing or Tword stuff

Be nice

And pls do asks or prompts in an ask thing

People I have talked to before

No NSFW!

Teasing and Tword talk is ok but please ask for the first time

Keep being an awesome human

Prompts and asks can be in dms just don’t spam and keep in mind I might have other things at the moment

Take care of yourself! I like my friends being healthy and happy 🥰

Here’s a little about me since I’m bad talking to people 😅❤️

Favorite color….. 💜🟪🟣

Where am I in the world….. Minnesota In the U.S.

Favorite animal….. Dino’s, Snakes, Cats, Sky puppies (bats) and (rubber/yellow) Duckies 🥰

Favorite Marvel character….. Peter Parker, Loki, Bucky, Tony/ I can’t pick they are all awesome 😂❤️

Ler/Switch/Lee….. Lee leaning switch

Hobbies….. Art/Crafts🎨, Gaming 🎮, Listening to Music 🎵 and wasting my time on Tumblr reading Fluff

Birthday….. May 31st ♊️

Music taste….. pretty much all genres from 1920s-2020s!

T.V. And movies….. I really like comedy and Comedy specials and I like my comfort shows (which fluctuate) and Disney movies

Nickname….. Teddy Bear (Only friends can call me that)

[inneedofsupervision]

Masterlist

Here you can find all the fanfics I have written. Feel free to reboot, like and comment on whatever you enjoyed reading. You can find all of them on Ao3 too.

Short Info: All relationships in my fics are strongly platonic and without sexual themes unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Marvel

So, you got Detention - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Steve Rogers (Read on Ao3)

Hey Mister Villain - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Tony Stark (Read on Ao3)

The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Suit Up - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Ned (Read on Ao3)

No Spilling Secrets - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Clint, Sam, Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Non-Tickle Fics

Marvel

An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary:

Are the Avengers a Team? Yes. Are they on good terms? Not necessarily. Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little. When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.

(Read on Ao3)

[nhasablogg]

These are my tickletober plans so far. I don’t wanna write a pairing twice, so if you have any suggestions for other pairings to add in please feel free to share! Also I might end up switching pairings around if I feel like something doesn’t work or I change my mind, so this isn’t set in stone.

1. Anticipation - Steddie (lee!Eddie, ler!Steve)

2. Drawn on - Byler (lee!Mike, ler!Will)

3. Shriek - Wolfstar (lee!Sirius, ler!Remus)

4. Reward - Tony/Steve/Bucky (lee!Tony, ler!Bucky, ler!Steve)

5. Punishment - Tony/Bucky (lee!Tony, ler!Bucky)

6. Cuddles - Pynch (lee!Ronan, ler!Adam)

7. Massage - Simon/Bram

8. Death spot - Stony

9. Trapped - Rey/Poe/Finn

10. Ticklish kiss - Achilles/Patroclus (lee!Patroclus, ler!Achilles)

11. Competition - Ari/Dante (lee!both)

12. Surprise - Wilhelm/Simon (lee!both)

13. Blush - Destiel (lee!Dean, ler!Cas?)

14. Tracing - Lucius/Pete (lee!Pete, ler!Lucius)

15. Games - Steve and/or Eddie, Dustin

16. New discovery - Nick/Charlie (lee!Charlie, ler!Nick)

17. Trick or treat - Steve/Robin (lee!both?)

18. Chase - Sam x Dean

19. Revenge - Stucky

20. Counting - Bilbo/Thorin 

21. Wake up! - Ed/Stede (lee!Stede, ler!Ed)

22. Monster - Elmax (lee!both?)

23. Spidering - Peter x Peter x Peter (lee!Peter 1 probably)

24. Don’t move - Spirk (lee!both)

25. Teasing - Ginny/Luna

26. Favorite spot - Harry x Ron

27. Hiding - McKirk (lee!Jim, ler!Bones)

28. Distraction - Darcy/Tara (lee!Tara, ler!Darcy?)

29. Ghost tickles - Jim/Oluwande (lee!Jim, ler!Oluwande)

30. Flinch - Lumax (lee!Lucas, ler!Max)

31. Aftercare - Reddie (lee!Richie, ler!Eddie)

[valiantphantomangel]

Hellooo!! I'm so glad I found your blog, a fellow marvel fans!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee shang chi, and lers steve rogers, thor, scott lang, tony stark, and probably peter parker (I love marvel and especially these characters so much, if you're overwelmed with many lers, no need to include all is totally fine) have a nice dayy!!! Thank you very much in advance!! P.S. please no foot/palm tickles

Hi! First of all thank you for requesting. But I'm sorry that i have no ideas how to write this, i only write from my main character which would be Y/N that makes it difficult to write for a character that is already existing.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

lil IronFam prompt if ur interested, Peters had a bad day and just needs cheering up so Tony tickles him and eventually harley pokes his head round the door and is like why did no one invite me to the party?? so he starts tickling his brother as well. just lots fluff and love please

So You Had a Bad Day

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

(Ironfam fluff as requested Anon ❤️ I may have switched a couple things just to change things up a little bit, I hope that's okay ❤️ hope you still enjoy and that you guys have a great week ❤️ :))

Peter flopped onto his bed. Today had been his roughest day in a while. Between school and Spiderman, the boy was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.

All he wanted to do was sleep till next week.

A knock on the door ruined those plans.

"Go away," Peter replied.

The door opened and something was thrown on top of him. "Left your backpack in the living room Parker."

"Ow!"

"What's wrong? Your spider tingles broken?"

Peter threw a pillow at the door. "Go away Harvey."

The older boy missed the pillow. "Alright, sheesh."

Peter had his back turned to the door, but he could clearly see the hallway light reflecting on his wall. "I said go away."

"I will." The same pillow from before smacked the young teen's head. "After you take back your crap back."

With a frustrated huff, Peter threw the pillow down beside his bed. "Would you knock it off?"

"Stop throwing things at me and I will."

"You're so annoying!" Peter curled into a ball. "Just leave me alone."

A silence fell over the room. For a brief moment, Peter thought Harvey had left.

"What's wrong with you?"

Peter sat up and whirled around to glare at the older boy. "Everything is wrong with me Harvey! School sucks, the city sucks, I suck, everything freaking sucks!"

Harvey held up his hands. "Calm down spiderkid."

"Spiderman."

"Anyway, this sounds like a typical Tuesday---."

"It's Wednesday."

The older boy looked to very close to straggling his surrogate brother. "Would you shut up for five seconds and listen?"

"Five."

"Peter---."

"Four."

"Not what I---."

"Three."

"Peter."

"Two."

"Peter!"

"One."

Harvey threw his hands up. "I give up."

"Then just leave! The door is right there."

A surprised look came over Harvey's face. "Are you kidding me? After all of the crap you gave me about opening up when things are bothering me you don't even have the decency to do the same!"

The young teen glanced away.

". . . Look Parker, I'm sorry I snapped at you." Harvey sat on the bed. "I'm not good at this whole talk things through."

It took a nudge for Peter to finally look up.

Harvey patted the bed near him. "But come on, we'll figure this out."

With great hesitation, Peter plopped on the bed next to Harvey.

The older boy adjusted so he was laying beside him with one arm behind his head. "Alright, roll film."

Peter shrugged. "Was just a crappy day."

"Come on Pete, after all of the times I tell you to shut up you finally get the chance to talk and you don't take it?"

" . . . I got into a fight."

Immediately, Harvey turned to the younger boy. "You?"

Peter nodded.

"You fought in school?"

"You don't have to say it like that---."

"What, like I'm proud?" Harvey slapped Peter's shoulder. "Dude, you got into a fight at school. That's sick!"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows together. "It's what?"

"You know, it's awesome."

"Really?"

"Heck yeah! It won't be when Tony finds out, but come on. You took down someone and, considering you're not front page news, no one found out you were Spiderman!"

"And that's sick?"

Harvey shoved his brother's shoulder. "Sick, dope, happening, whatever you call it. It's still awesome."

That single comment brought a smile to Peter's face. "Thanks I guess."

"Now when Tony finds out, you agree not to do it again alright . . . But one of us will be proud."

Peter blushed and looked away.

"Come on." Harvey nudged. "I know that's not the only thing. What else happened?"

The younger boy shrugged. "Just a stubborn criminal and a horrible news reporter who dragged Spiderman through the mud."

"Sorry bout that Pete."

Peter shrugged. "It happens."

"Still. You do all this work for Queens and someone decides to rip you to shreds for it . . . Gotta sting."

"You're not wrong."

After the comment, both boys fell quiet. It wasn't a tense quiet, but a nice quiet that let the words digest.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by Harvey sitting up. "Hey, do me a favor."

"What?"

The older boy grabbed a pillow. "Tell me their names."

"What?"

"Tell me their names." Harvey plopped the pillow over Peter's face. "So I can punch their stupid faces."

"Hey!"

As Peter struggled to get the pillow off of his face, Harvey gave light playful punches to the pillow. "Like this! And this! And this!"

"Ack! Hehey! Knock ihit ohoff!"

The older boy smirked. "Or, I could give them one of these."

Before Peter could ask, Harvey dug one of his hands into the young teen's armpit.

Peter squealed as he turtled on to one side. "HARVEY!"

"A few armpit tickles should take care of them no problem!"

The young teen pushed on the older boy's hand. "HARVEHEY! NOO!"

"You're right Parker." The hand in Peter's armpit moved to pinch his ribs. "Rib pinches would be way more effective."

"AHH! NAAAA!" A little extra wiggling brought Peter's face out from under the pillow. "YOU JEHERK!"

Harvey chuckled at the red faced giggling mess that was his surrogate brother. "Yeheah, rib pinches are extremely effectihive."

With a snort, Peter curled into a ball as he tried to grab Harvey's wrists. "NOT THERE! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Not where?" Harvey's hands dug into his lower ribs. "Not here?"

"AH!"

The older boy kept one hand on the attack while the other scratched at his face. He had attempted to grow a beard like Tony but it aggrevated his face. He had almost shaved it this morning. Now he was glad he hadn't because an idea popped into his head.

"What is it Tony likes to do?" Harvey dragged a finger along Peter's tummy that had been exposed from his wriggling. "Use his secret weapon?"

A hand pushed at Harvey's face. "Don't you eheven thihink about ihit!"

The older boy pinned his surrogate brother's wrists. "Already have."

A moment later, Peter squealed as Harvey rubbed his face across his tummy. "NAHAHA--snort--THAT SUHUCKS!"

"What do you need to say if you want to stop?"

The words would be reassuring if they weren't spoken directly into his tummy. "I know! Ihi knohow!"

"Well . . ."

Peter bit his lip. He was having to much fun to call it quits.

"That's what I thought."

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey repinned Peter's wrists. "Bite me."

Another squeal rang through the room as Harvey buried his face back into Peter's tummy. He was having almost as much fun as Peter. Then he decided to amp it up by blowing raspberries into the young teen's tummy.

Peter straight up cackled at the ticklish sparks shooting across his stomach. The stubbly facial hair rooted out any snorts that may be hiding. "JEHERK!"

Harvey lifted his head. "Is that the only insult you got?"

"What is going on in here?" A new voice exclaimed. "Why does it sound like someone is dying?"

Both boys froze as Tony walked through the bedroom door.

The billionaire scientist leaned against the doorframe. "Care to explain?"

"I'm just tickling him Tony." The older boy pinched Peter's cheek. "He's just too cute."

Peter pulled his face away. "Shut uhup!"

"Odd, usually you need a motive to launch a tickle attack."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "He was having a rough day. I was trying to be nice."

Tony moved to sit on the bed. "Aww, aren't you a sweetheart."

The older boy glared as Peter snickered. "I'm not!"

"But come on, you didn't invite me to the party?"

Both Harvey and Tony grinned as Peter's eyes went comically wide. "Tony yohou traitohor!"

"Oh please." The older scientist patted Peter's leg. "If he hadn't, I would."

"Ihi know."

"But hey, you and I are having a talk about this later alright?"

The young teen nodded. "Okahay."

"For now, I think you need a bigger smile on that face of yours."

Immediately, Peter was returned to a cackling, squirming mess as Tony added his own raspberries to his tummy. "EEEK!"

Harvey playfully pouted. "Hey! I had that spot first!"

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"Wahait! Whahat!"

"You're on old man!" Harvey handed him one of Peter's arms. "First one to make him squeal gets to blow raspberries."

"Are yohou crazy!"

Tony took the arm and pinned it with his knee. "Deal!"

"You twoho ahare trying toho kill mehe!"

"Come on, you're not even tired out yet." A quick side squeeze got a squeak. "You can handle a quick bet underoos."

A different hand spidered down his side, producing another squeak. "Don't you trust us Petey?"

"Yohou shohould behe in aha horrohor moviEEE!"

"Oo, that was closer." Tony continued his rib attack. "But not quite a squeal."

"YOHOU'RE EVIL!"

Harvey's finger started doing spirals around Peter's tummy. "I bet I know where those squeals are hiding."

"Dohon't yohou dahare Harvey!"

The finger circled closer. "Don't what?"

"Yohou knohow whahat!"

"No I don't." By now, his finger was circling the rim of Peter's belly button. "That's why I'm asking you."

Peter growled through his giggles.

"I'm so scared," Harvey teased as he wiggled his finger inside the teen's belly button.

And Peter squealed.

"Ha!" The older boy pulled his finger out. "I get to blow the raspberries."

Tony playfully pushed Harvey. "No fair! You already did a bunch."

Peter squirmed. "Neitheher ohof yohou could blow thehem!"

"Hush underoos." Tony readjusted. "No need to get impatient."

Meanwhile, Harvey smirked. "If we both want to blow them, why don't we?"

"Whahat!"

"What a great idea Harvey," Tony grinned.

"You take the right, I'll take the left."

"Guys! Guhuys!"

"You're on!"

Before Peter could get out another protest, both Tony and Harvey dove down to blow raspberries into his tummy.

The young teen went ballistic. One person blowing them was torturous, but two people blowing them left Peter a high-pitched cackling extremely squirmy mess underneath the two tickle monsters.

But all fun has it's limits. "UNCLE! UHUNCLLLLE!"

Immediately, both Harvey and Tony pulled away.

The young teen rolled on to his side and wrapped his arms around his middle. "N-noho m-mohore."

"Are ya in a better mood now?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded. "Yehes."

"You know what Petey?" Harvey ruffled his hair. "I think I'm gonna use raspberries on those meanies."

Peter playfully shoved his surrogate brother. "Jeherk."

Tony cocked his head. "Meanies?"

Harvey held up a hand. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

"I'm rihight here!"

The older boy dropped the blanket over Peter's head. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

Tony shook his head as Peter popped his head back out to glare at his brother. "You can tell me later kihid, but we are going to talk."

Peter nodded. "I knohow. Ihi will."

"Come on." The older scientist stood. "Let's grab Morgan and order some pizza."

Both boys jumped up. "Pizza?"

Tony shrugged as he headed toward the door. "Why not? It's Friday night."

"But it's Wednesday."

Harvey elbowed Peter and hissed, "Shut up or he'll order anchovies!"

"Come on slow pokes, let's go," Tony called again before he disappeared down the hall.

Harvey playfully shoved Peter. "Last one to the kitchen is stupid!"

"Hey!" Peter raced after the older boy. "Cheater!"

Harvey stuck his tongue out. "Come and catch me Spideykid!"

"It's Spiderman!" Peter followed him around the corner. "And you know it!"

Yet however annoying his family could be, Peter was thankful to have them. They could make a rough day seem better and could change his bad attitude into good.

So when he finally tackled Harvey to the floor, Peter flopped on top of him and wrapped him in a hug.

"What are you doing?" Harvey asked.

"Saying thanks for putting up with me."

The older boy tried to cover up a smile, but Peter caught the edges of it. "You're welcome Parker. . . Now move your butt before you squash me."

"But you're so comfy!"

Harvey pushed on the teen. "Peter, if you don't get off, I'm going to tickle you again!"

Peter stayed quiet, but he didn't move.

"Really?"

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey smirked before digging in to Peter's neck. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I'd kill your annoying butt."

The teen dissolved into squealy giggles as Harvey tickled him again. Meanwhile, he could hear Morgan begging Tony for cheese pizza as he talked over the phone.

Yeah his family was crazy, but he wouldn't change them for the world.

[sunny-117]

So I have new ideas for fics💕

And you can choose wich one I will write first.

I will write all of them of course. But as I said... you will choose the order💕✨️

Love you all by the way~💖