#peter parker and tony stark

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompt #152

Steve Rogers: You get killed, walk it off!

Peter: Yes, si-

Tony: Peter, you get as little as a paper cut, you come tell me! Do not listen to what Captain Asshole says!

[illusionaryworldliver]

Tony Stark -- the man who smiles through father's day festives for 5 years with a heavy guilt and raging sorrow in his heart.

[fotibrit]

field trip to stark industries fic but it’s post-NWH and it’s peter community college class and peter’s first time back in the building after being forgotten.

and the building makes it very clear that AIs were immune to the spell.

bonus points if it’s an au where tony survived, and he’s very curious why his tech is reacting so strangely to this random kid

[ramen8008]

Peter: I think this might be a bad idea...

Tony: Don't start thinking on me now!

[im-alive-wow]

*peter causally chilling on the ceiling*: “Spider-Man spider man does whatever a spider can, shoot a web, fake his death, and one time he was the dirt-

Tony: FOR GODS SAKE ITS 3 AM WTF—

[posting-for-the-void]

fresh off my monthly bleed sesh and getting emotional about irondad and spiderson. this is the fourth time today i have cried about it.

[cardinalcheerio]

Peter: What type of Popsicles do you like?

Tony: I'm not a big popsicle person.

Peter: so you like small Popsicles?

[theladywiththeblueeyes]

Tony and Peter in Tony's lab after Peter has been to therapy...

Tony: Hey Kid, how was therapy?

Peter: I made my therapist cry...

Tony: ....

Peter: *Continues working*

[dead-sane-stuff]

*Peter doing anything remotely life threatning*

Tony: What has gotten into that child? I'm telling you, he gets it from your side of the family!

Pepper *sighing*: Tony, Peter isn't our biological child

Tony *sniffling back tears*: I know 😢

[spidergrotto]

spider-man has a tiktok and the entire world loves it.

it’s an insane headline and pepper potts had nearly skipped past it because there’s no way in hell peter would do something like that without telling anyone, and even if he did— her PR team would be kicking down her door the second his account was verified.

but . . she clicks on the article anyways, she has nothing better to do and she’s a little intrigued. why would new york times be lying like this?

…

…

…

( she quickly realizes that spider-man does in fact have a tiktok and has been actively posting on it for weeks. her PR team “didn’t know” that spider-man was someone they were looking out for, tony thought it was funny. )

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompt #147:

Stark Industries hires a Karen to be apart of their security team (not knowing the Karen is a Karen). All hell breaks lose when Peter Parker tries to enter the building for his internship. And Tony is not happy about it.

[illusionaryworldliver]

It has been 2 days since Tony's birthday. But on May 29th --

In one universe, Peter buys two cupcakes from the bare savings he has for himself and places it in front of the Ironman mural painted in one of the walls of Queens. He quietly places one of it in front and holds the other one with both his hands.

He whispers quietly. "Hey, Mr Stark." He looks down at his hands. "I actually wanted to get a cake but," he pauses to chuckle miserably, "money has been tight a couple days."

He breathes out. "Happy birthday, Mr Stark." Picking at the wrap around the cake, Peter says almost mindlessly,

"Wherever you are, I hope you're proud of me."

[fotibrit]

there’s some alternate world where tony goes into a coma after the snap. and everything in FFH and NWH happens for Peter Parker. except peter now just lost access to updates about tony’s condition. and he keeps hope/dread that tony will actually remember him when he wakes up. Every knock on the door makes peter jump, thinking it’s someone from Tony’s team saying tony’s asking for him, peter parker, even though nobody understands why. He waits for that knock on the door.

and one day, he reads in the news that tony stark survived.

and so begins the very long week of realizing… he forgot too. Peter’s last chance.

[deathbyathousandspiders]

IN WHICH stark!reader witnesses her father’s final breath after he saves the world.

writing this specifically for @inkedeye2345 because tbh it takes a comment to realize people actually want to see second parts to the posts i make :,)

i forget that people actually enjoy my writing and i’m not making it up—

read part one here if you want!

disclaimer: heavy angst, this is the saddest thing i have written to date.

you cannot charge me for your therapy bills.

i love yall 3000 🫶🫶

thank you for supporting me :,)

✨masterlist✨.

1.1k.

The battlefield was soaked with soot and blood, overlapping and mixing with each other. Mixing between your foes and your teammates. It was an overwhelming sight to see, an overwhelming scene to be a part of. Nothing you ever anticipated witnessing, and nothing you ever wanted to witness again. 

Rages and cries and striking weaponry sang symphonies as they clashed with one another. Blistered feet and Chuck Taylor’s carried you across the rubble of the compound as fast as they could, your hammering heart drowning out the sound of the war around you as you ran for your life. Ran towards your father. 

From where you were, even as the distance shortened, it was hard to tell what was happening. Six different colors shimmered their way up Tony’s right arm, resting on each knuckle with a shine that stars themselves envied. You shielded yourself from the blinding light, only for a second. That second was long enough to know that whatever your dad was doing, it weakened him. You wanted to stop it. 

You needed to stop it. 

Perhaps forty or so feet remained between you and your dad before he snapped his fingers, and you froze. Against your will, you froze. Deep down, in the stillness of the air, in the bright light emitting from his right hand of color, you knew what was happening. You knew what he was doing. 

“Dad..” It slipped from your lips before you could stop it, before the tears could sting your eyes. You stepped, paced, walked, jogged– ran. Your feet could not carry you quick enough, far enough, soon enough. Heart plummeting, breath shallowing, you didn’t pay enough attention to hear the dying war cries, the dying battle. Your eyes remained on your father. 

He slumped where he was, half of his body, his face, turning to something resembling the soot beneath you. And still, pushing past the pain of sacrifice, the pain of the losses he didn’t have the time to count, he met your eyes. Some pained, relieved, fatherly smile spread across his face. You both shed tears at the notion. 

You both knew it would be the last grin he had in him. 

You fell to your knees to meet him, tripping on a rock and still catching your tumble with grace. Sliding straight for him, all you could manage was to outstretch your arms and wrap them around him. A sob crawled out from you, at the fact that this would be your last hug or the fact that Tony did not even have the strength to return it, you couldn’t tell. 

Violent cries shook your entire body as you held him, but you needed to force yourself out of the anguished state. Tony saved the world from sorrow bigger than your comprehension, and you couldn’t let his last few moments be filled with sadness. You couldn’t let his dying breath be used to comfort your grief. 

One deep breath was all you needed to compose yourself. You swallowed the sobs as they came up, pulling back from the hug and leaning your dad back on a rock. You felt the eyes of each of your teammates slowly find some way to the two of you, but you knew that making eye contact with any of them would break your composure. 

You needed to be strong right now. 

A sniffle, and you forced a grin to mirror his, tears slipping through the seems of the dam you failed to build. “You did it, Dad.” Another sniffle, a squeeze of his shoulder, a solid hold on his hand. His hand that was too weak to tremble, a hand that felt cold as ice in your grasp. You mustered a breath, playing off a sob like a choke of air. A cough, perhaps. “I’m so proud of you.” The words left your lips with a tremor, a break in the cracks. You weren’t going to last. And neither would he.

Your father taught you well to hide your vulnerability, to mask your struggle. “Though I wish you’d let me beat you to it.” Something sad of a laugh broke through, tripping on the hollowing coating your mouth and the lump forming in your throat. That weakened squeeze within your fingers told you that Tony was glad he had beaten you to it, beaten you to the one thing he did not want you to do. 

As much as you, too, did not want to do this, be the one to sacrifice, you would have done anything to keep him there. To keep your father alive, to keep your best friend living. Yet, you failed to do so.

Peter’s presence beside you felt like a beacon of solitude. The last space of comfort you had left. Your right temple met his left shoulder, though you did not dare tear your watering eyes from Tony’s. His slow blinks and wheezing breaths would not last more than a moment longer, and you tried to memorize the feeling of his warmth while you could. The warmth of your father. 

He grabbed Tony’s left hand, his right hand grabbing yours as tight as he could. “We won, Mister Stark.” The shaken voice Peter spoke in told you he was breaking just as much as you were at the sight of Tony so tattered. It both broke you and brought you reassurance. 

“I’ll take care of her, Tony..” Peter’s whispered words shattered every guard you bore to keep yourself composed. It tore you to pieces, and how could it not? How fucked up did you have to be to try and push away the pain of losing your father? Your shoulders shook at the weight of the despair, the unbelievable pain that could not be bandaged. “It’s okay.” You could not tell whether Peter lulled the words to you or your father, but the two words were all Tony needed to hear before he, too, tore down his guards. 

The light fled his eyes the same moment the arc reactor shut off. The moment he died.

A gasp joined the mixture of your shallow breathing, your shaken sobbing, at the weight of Tony’s hand going limp in yours. He was lifeless, dead. Gone. Your father was gone. 

You pressed a tearful kiss to his fingers one last time before laying the hand at his side, leaning forward to shut Tony’s eyes to sleep forever. The second you leaned back, Peter wrapped you in his arms, allowing you to release the feeling and trauma of enduring the scene you knew would haunt you forever. 

The cost of his life for yours was a debt you would never be able to repay. A life–for–a–life kind of payback you knew you’d always fall short of. You just hoped he was right to keep you from making the sacrifice he was destined for. 

You just hoped you would be worth it. 

[peterparker-official]

You know that awkward relatable moment when you call your boss dad? Haha just me? Please tell me it’s not just me

[hcneybrii]

putting aside how tony would never had let the events of far from home take place and therefore nothing from no way home wouldve happened, do you think peter was ever glad that tony had died when he did so he didn’t have to live with the fact that his mentor, someone he could’ve seen as a father figure, completely forgot who he was?