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irondadmadlads · 3 months
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!
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frogdottir · 3 months
If anybody wants to leave me Irondad prompts for some one shots, I would love to write them ❤️💙💛
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winterspiderpurrs · 3 months
" Kid be real with me here..... just give me a name... an address.... even a picture"
" I can't do that!"
Tony sighed " Pete I am going to find out sooner or later. Just tell me the name of the Alpha who got you in this situation.... I just wanna make sure we can vet him bambino.... make sure he is good enough for you"
Peter sniffles a little, looking back down at his lap. Folding the paper with the doctors results on it again. " I cant.... not cause I dont want too...but..." bitting his lip he looks up at Tony and then back down before quietly almost a whisper " I don't know which one... there were two"
Quickly taking his glasses off and tossing them on the desk. Tony leans forward and stares Peter down.
" What was that? Are you fucking with me Pete? Who..You don't know who the father is because two fucking Alphas dont know how to wrap up their knots!?!"
Peter's eyes fill with tears again. And Tony sighs, closing his eyes pressing his fingers lightly on his eyes trying to calm down. Heaving a big sigh " Kid... I thought you were smarter then this. Why weren't you on birt-"
A voice comes on over the intercom. " Dr. Strange is here for you at your request. Should I send him in?"
Peter's jaw dropped and stared at Tony " You called-"
" Damn right I did! You know he is the best to check up on you til we can find your own doc... its a delicate situation Pete... you know who I am. "
They wait a few minutes before a knock sounds at the door before opening. Dr. Stephen Strange walked in, closing the door behind himself. " Now Stark tell me why I was rushed to get over here? I was prepping for a surgery when Pepper called and you know I-" Stephen paused taking in the scene infront of him, exhausted and pissed off looking Tony. Then over at Peter, pale, eyes rimmed red filled with tears looking scared and at any moment would fall over. Narrowing his eyes he turned to Tony " What did you do to my baby?"
Tony splutters " What did I do? WHAT DID I DO? He is the one who went and got knocked up! And it gets better he doesn't know who the fuck the father is because he has been fucking two guys"
" What? Why weren't you watching out for him? What if they were targeting him"
" I don't know if you know this but im running this town! And I can't keep a watch over him 24/7 he isn't a pup anymore Stephen!"
" Of course I know he isn't a pup! But you were suppose to have someone making sure this doesn't happen to our baby! I knew we should have sent him off to medical school."
" Hey! We both agreed that he could do whatever he wants. Just cause he is an Omega and our kid didn't mean he didn't have a choice! He is a great bioengineering and genetics! And some of the ideas he has as helped the business. Mine and yours!"
"And look where that-"
Peter let out another sniffle and a soft " Momma..." Stephen turned and looked at Peter, shoulders dropping and he moves to pull Peter up and out of the chair.
" Let's go get you to bed. You need to rest, I'll have Friday send up some tea for you. Momma will have some equipment sent over and I'll make sure everything is all right." He gentle runs his fingers through Peter's hair before kissing his forehead.
Turning to lightly lead him toward the door. " and while we are at it you are going to tell me all about these..... Alphas hm? Cause I know you are or atleast were on birth control. I implanted the device myself just last year in your arm" Stephen turn his head back to glare at Tony and mouth to him that he needed to 'Figure this out quick'
After they left the room Tony curses more before reaching out to Natasha. " Widow. I need information and I needed it yesterday. Its about our baby spider"
" send me details. I'll get Winter involved if needed"
" Whatever it takes"
*^*^*ONE HOUR LATER*^*^*
"Do you have a picture and address? I will see if I have any body that covers that area"
" Here" Natasha slides her phone over to Winter aka James Barnes just call me Bucky. He lift the phone freezes and stares at it. Natasha tilts her head as she watches this shift.
" And what.... information are we looking for?"
" Stark wants to know who has been around, possibly going back for a few months. We are looking for two Alphas. Kid has been tight lipped. Thats all the information we got to work with."
" ... Was he hurt? Did two Alphas attack him? Why is he important to Stark"
Natasha notices Bucky tightening his grip on the phone before he handed it back to her.
Looking back up into his eyes she narrows hers. " Aren't you with Ste....." her eyes widen before slamming he hand down on the table. " Please tell me you and Steve are not fucking Tony Starks kid?"
" He is 22 and .... we didn't know"
Link for Part 2 now included!!
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ctrsara · 4 months
Happy Accident
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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20
Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.
Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.
This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)
“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”
“Sorry, Happy!”
“Just remember next time.”
“I will.” 
Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.
Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly. 
Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines.  But still. Similar.
Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.
“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”
“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.” 
Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider. 
Silent crickets.
“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!” 
Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.
Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.
“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”
“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”
“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.
Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.
“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly. 
After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.
As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”
He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man. 
“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”
Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug. 
“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”
“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.
Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t. 
Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.
“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.
“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice. 
“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean? 
Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid. 
But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 month
Hey! I just saw your post on the mini prompt and a minute ago i was thinking of fics where peter surprises people when he speaks Italian or Spanish. could you write one with something like this? Also i really love your writing style (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)❤️❤️
Aw! Thank you so much @stardustinmyeyesstuff !! I had a lot of fun deciding where to take this prompt. But I seem to have landed somewhere between a 'Peter and Tony Speak Italian' and ' Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark Dad' trope. Haha. I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it!
Here it is, just barely under 1k, at 995 words.
Mumbled Italian
If there was one thing Peter had learned about Tony over the last year, it was that he liked to talk. He liked to talk about everything all the time, and Peter loved it. The constant chatter meant he got to have amazing conversations with the Tony Stark! And in time, it meant being able to engage in lots of playful banter too.
In tandem, he learned that if there was something Tony felt he shouldn’t say out loud, he would simply grumble it under his breath. In Italian.
Often it was complaints. Sometimes they were about Pepper forcing him to attend meetings. Other times they were about FRIDAY being a little too sassy or how Captain Rogers was a know-it-all. Peter never said anything about it. After all, he wasn’t supposed to be able to hear it. Let alone understand it. But he had enhanced senses and an Italian aunt, making it very easy for him to understand every single one of Tony’s lowly spoken words.
For a while, it was easy to ignore whispered criticism. All the way up until the day he overheard Tony mumbling about him.
He walked into the lab and dropped his backpack on the floor. Then he and Tony greeted each other as he removed his hoodie.
“How was school?” Tony asked.
“Good! I aced my math test,” Peter said, as he crossed the distance between them.
“I knew you would,” Tony smirked. “You’ve mastered that material. Why are you even in that class? You’d do so well in a college dual-enrollment progra-” he said, pausing mid-word to change the subject altogether. “What are you wearing?”
Peter looked down, unsure of what he’d put on that morning. When he saw it, he blushed three different shades of red. “Oh my God, Mr. Stark. I just threw something on this morning. I didn’t even realize what it was,” he attempted to explain.
“Okay. That’s fair,” Tony replied, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “But it doesn’t explain why you own it.”
Peter opened and closed his mouth several times while still trying to obscure the blatant Oscorp logo. “It was from a field trip,” he pathetically stated.
“A field trip, huh,” Tony replied. “And you kept the shirt? Wasn’t that trip a little, I don’t know- traumatic for you?”
“It’s just a shirt,” Peter struggled. “And I was wearing a hoodie over it all day. The only reason I took it off is you don’t like me to have strings dangling over the machinery!”
“Well, yeah. That’s a safety concern,” Tony said, “This, however, is just plain insulting. You wore an Oscorp shirt to my Stark Industries workshop,” he said, then abruptly stood up. “Actually, I’ll be right back.”
Peter sat down at his workbench to await Tony’s return. It didn’t take long. Twenty minutes later, Tony was coming back into the lab with his arms full of bags from the Stark Industries gift shop.
“Foremost, here’s the shirt you’re going to change into,” Tony said, tossing a black SI t-shirt Peter’s way. “But got one of everything for you. Including pajama pants. Did you know we sold Stark Industries pajama pants? Because I didn’t. One of those is for me.”
Peter shook his head and quickly switched out shirts, tossing the green Oscorp one into the trash bin beside the desk. Then he sat down to start his homework. And that’s when he heard it. Tony was sitting across from him, manipulating a new design while muttering under his breath.
“That child will be the death of me,” Tony nearly silently mumbled. Followed by “No son of mine is going to be caught wearing something like that,” and “Why do children always defy their fathers?”
Every word of it was spoken in fluent Italian.
Peter looked up, his eyes growing wider as Tony continued to grumble. Then, before he could stop himself, he began laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathlessly spouted. “It’s just that I can hear you, and I know what you’re saying and-”
“-You speak Italian?” Tony swiftly interjected. “How much of that did you understand?”
“All of it,” Peter cackled, “I understood every word, Dad.”
As Tony's cheeks began to pinken, Peter took a few deep breaths to stop the incessant giggling. He was sure that, outside of perhaps Pepper or Rhodey he was probably the only person to witness Tony Stark blushing in the last three decades. He suddenly felt a little guilty.
“I’m sorry,” he genuinely apologized.“I should have told you before that I could hear and understand you. But it was super easy to just- not listen? And after a while, I guess it just didn’t seem all that important?”
“Of course it was important!” Tony replied, but there was no hint of heat in his tone. “I can’t believe you speak Italian and didn’t tell me. Are you fluent? I thought you took Spanish in school. Wait. Do you know any other languages?”
“Aunt May’s Italian, So I learned it from her when I was little. I guess I’m fairly fluent. You’re right, I take Spanish in school and uh,” he said, pausing to mentally go through all of Tony’s many questions. “I know a little bit of Japanese just because I thought it would be fun?”
Tony blinked, then smiled widely and spread his arms. “That’s amazing.”
“You’re not mad?” Peter dubiously inquired.
“Nah,” Tony said with a small flourish of his hand. “Surprised, yes. But not mad. I probably would have said all those things anyway.”
“Did you mean it?” Peter asked. “You think of me as a son?”
“Kind of hard not to, kid. You’re a little mini-me,” Tony replied while ruffling Peter’s hair.
And all Peter could do was grin. Tony thought of him as a son and he couldn’t have been happier about it. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best,” he said softly. But he made sure to say it in Italian.
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marvelflame2010 · 4 months
Peter: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Tony: What did you do op? Peter: A MISTAKE
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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets ft. Spider-Man
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lemonlillybee · 6 months
Keepin’ it 100
Title: Keepin’ it 💯 
Fandom: Irondad
Word Count: 795
A/N: Just a little bit of sick!Peter I wrote using @irondadmadlads prompts #20 and #22
“I know, I know, but I have to check for myself,” Tony says quietly as he pushes open Peter’s door, letting the light from the hallway illuminate a small path into the room. He takes a step inside, peering at the bed as his eyes adjust. “Peter?”
“Who were you talking to?” Peter asks sleepily, pulling his comforter up to his chin with a little shiver.
“He was talking to himself,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. quips. “He does that sometimes.” 
“What the–?” Tony glares at the ceiling. “She’s just mad that I want to take your temperature manually.” 
“Oh.” Peter looks confused. He rubs at one eye with his fist and rolls onto his back. “I’m not sick.”
Tony doesn’t reply, instead going over to sit on the edge of the bed. He pats Peter’s chest lightly and holds out the thermometer. “Open up.” 
Peter obeys, closing his mouth around the thermometer, his eyebrows knitting together as they wait. He looks tired, and still a little confused, like he actually hasn’t clocked that he’s not feeling well. When the thermometer beeps, Tony takes it out of Peter’s mouth and squints at the number. 
“100 even,” he says, glancing up at the ceiling with a slightly apologetic look.  
“I’m always keepin’ it 100,” Peter mumbles around a yawn. Suddenly, he inhales sharply and sits up, looking at Tony with wide eyes. “Wait, 100 isn’t a real fever, right?”
“Peter, please lie down.”
“May says that it’s technically not a fever if it’s under 100.4 degrees.”
“So I’m not really sick.” 
“And if I’m not sick, I can go to school tomorrow.”
Tony narrows his eyes, fixing his gaze on Peter’s flushed face. “Most high schoolers pretend they’re sick so they don’t have to go to school, and you’re pretending you’re not sick so you can go to school?” He holds up the thermometer. “I don’t think this was right. You’ve gotta be running a temperature of like, 103 degrees, or somewhere in that neighborhood. I think your brain is fried.”
“Actually,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. interjects, and Tony rolls his eyes. “Peter’s temperature is not 103 degrees, Boss, but it has just risen to 100.1 degrees.”
“See!” Tony stands. “So, no school for you tomorrow. Go to sleep. I’m going to go sanitize…everything,” he says, waving his hands and the thermometer as he holds them away from his body. 
“I don’t want to miss school!” Peter protests, and Tony sighs.
“You are staying right here, in your bed, and going to sleep. And tomorrow, when you wake up, you’re going to…well, you’re going to stay in your bed and rest. Just a lot of staying here in this room and keeping your germs in this bed. Capiche?” 
“But Mr. Stark!” Peter whines. “I can’t sleep!” 
Tony sighs and presses his fingertips against his temple. He’s already halfway to the door, and he’s not really sure why the next sentence comes out of his mouth. “What do you want me to do about it? Read you a bedtime story?” 
He hears a little sniffle, and turns to see Peter looking at him with the most pathetically hopeful expression he’s ever seen. “Really?”
“Oh…Um…Yes, okay. Really. Um.” Tony tries to process what he’s just offered.  “Really.” 
Peter swallows, wincing slightly, and Tony walks back over to his bed. He’s still holding the thermometer and the germs are probably crawling up it and onto his hands as he’s standing there. Maybe. That’s really more of Bruce’s area of study. He sets the thermometer down on the nightstand and perches on the edge of the bed again, shifting under Peter’s expectant gaze. 
“Get comfy,” he says, stalling only a little bit, and Peter moves around under his blankets without really changing much about his position. “I, uh, don’t really have any bedtime stories, but I could look one up on my phone?”
Swallowing audibly again, Peter grimaces and then clears his throat. It’s probably sore, Tony realizes. He’ll have to find some medicine.
“Can you just tell me a story maybe?” Peter asks, then adds softly, “please?”
Tony racks his brain for something, mind running through several inappropriate tales from his college days with Rhodey before he settles on something a little more tame, and he smiles as the memories come flooding back. 
“Have I ever told you about the time that Rhodey and I got kicked out of the study abroad program before the semester even started?” He asks, and Peter shakes his head. “Okay, close your eyes,” Tony says, and he waits for Peter to close his eyes before he starts his story. 
He’s only a little offended that Peter starts snoring before he even gets to the good part.
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lovelesslittleloser · 6 months
Has anyone made a god au for the mcu?
Like, the gods are amongst us mortals, and they’ve got like followers/worshipers and stuff, and they can like access the information of their followers because they’re gods duh
I should probably specify that I’m talking about an irondad fic. I want this as an irondad fic
The great Tony Stark, god of technology, inventor and innovator, creator of things to further humanity along, with as many followers as people have phones, tvs, radios, and cars. His followers buy exclusively his tech, and the richer ones donate money to speed up his research
Hawkeye, god of archery, whose majority of followers come and go with time, but a select few stick around, devoting their life to the art of the bow & arrow
Vision, god of the internet (whose father is the god of technology, obviously), who gains power every moment someone uses the internet, and IS the robot tracking your info to give you some Useful ads, whose followers meme in his name
Bruce Banner, the god of sciences (he has SEVEN PHDS MAN), who learns all he can and shares it all with the scientific community, whose other form, Hulk, may or may not be a god in and of himself, whose followers all devote their lives to research, some on his second form specifically
Of course there’s Thor, god of thunder, and Loki, god of mischief…
But then there’s just. Peter Parker, god of spiders.
Of course, not very many people like spiders, and those who do probably don’t like them enough to devote any time to the god of them… unless they’re trying to form some weird cult or something. And there’s probably a major population of people that aren’t even aware that ‘god of spiders’ is even a thing? Like there’s probably a Wikipedia page or something that lists every god, but I doubt anyone would pay too much attention to a god of spiders.
Like maybe some people do worship him but it’s probably really weird and he’d be like ‘umm I appreciate that you’re following me, but I would prefer that you don’t sacrifice anyone to me?? Because one that’s illegal and I enjoy following laws and two,,, it kinda makes me uncomfortable so please stop’
So just imagine like. Pete having a rough day getting bullied by Flash about being the god of such a ‘creepy’ thing, when suddenly, a shout from an alleyway! He hurries to investigate and someone’s getting mugged! He webs up the threat and the person he saved is just like ‘thank you!! Who are you?’ and he just panics and says ‘uhhhh I’m spider-man’ and the rest is history :)
But then people start getting interested in Spider-Man so they google ‘is there a spider god’ and then they go harass Peter like ‘hey you’re the god of spiders, so who’s spider-man? You had to have blessed him right’ and like what does he say to that???
And imagine Tony seeing this and being like ‘hey I actually wanted to know who spider-man was too but maybe don’t harass a minor?? Like yeah he’s a god but he’s also a child’ and. Omg I need to ✨stop✨ before I ✨break✨
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tonystarkismyprompt · 6 months
Tony Stark Prompt:
Tony is walking through the streets of New York when he is almost hit by an out of control bus. Luckily New York's newest enhanced superhero is there to save him. As Tony chats with the teen afterwards to thank him, he is taken by surprise by the bubbly fanboy he is presented with and, most importantly, by his stories of a fateful night at the Stark Expo years ago.
Tony saved Peter's life years ago, only for the favor to be returned. Tony vows to keep protecting Peter even as the teen decides it's his personal mission to save others.
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filthy-kaoss · 11 months
Tony brings his baby kid, peter to the park for the first time and meets other moms or dads
Wow I've been sitting on this for *checks notes* a month and a half, whoops. Got around to finishing touches today and so here you are, finally!
It got long-ish [~2500 words] and you know meeee i had to add a twist c;
de-aging irondad spiderson fic, all fluff, just a lil pinch of angst like salt in a pastry, enjoy
thanks and much love to @shivanessa for looking it over and giving me some quality suggestions c;
They were fucking around with Pym particles when it happened. 
"Shit! Pete?" 
Tony pushed chunks of broken glass aside with one foot and stepped closer to the last known location of his teenaged lab partner as the vapor finally began to clear. Finally, Tony found him. 
"Uh oh." 
The top half of a literal baby, maybe one year old-ish, was poking out of the collar of the shirt Peter had previously been wearing. It looked at its own pudgy hands with an eerie amount of understanding for such a young face. Then it crossed its arms and glared up at Tony. 
"Ummmm, next particle shipment is in three days, right, FRIDAY?" 
"Affirmative, boss." 
The baby flung itself backward, smacking the ground with its arms up in exasperation and defeat. Which really looked weird for a baby to do. 
"Tell May I'm keeping Peter until Tuesday and to get him off school Monday. And put an order in for some baby food." 
The baby flicked him off and Tony finally lost it, laughing so hard he nearly keeled over. 
Peter wasn't used to being so tiny. Everything looked big. His body felt weird, uncoordinated. Like all of his muscle memory was off kilter. He found he couldn't talk, tongue too clumsy to form the words he knew.
Frustration reigned. He was going to be stuck like this for three days. And of course Tony was laughing hysterically about it. Peter knew he would probably find it funny, too, if he wasn't currently going through it. Right now, though, he was stripped of his speech, his agency and his weekend plans and he found no humor in it. Indignant at Tony, Peter wriggled out of his oversized t-shirt and made to crawl away, careless of the bits of broken glass all around him. 
Tony's laughter ended abruptly, "Kid, the glass!" 
Peter didn't care. His knees got cut up as he kept crawling away, anger muting the pain. He didn't have a plan yet. Maybe crawl all the way to his room, under his bed, curl up and throw himself a pity party. Alone. Yeah, that sounded pretty good. He made for the door of the lab- 
-and was scooped up by two big hands around his middle. Peter let out an indignant wail as his limbs lost contact with the floor, flailing uselessly. 
"Kid, calm down!" 
With some difficulty, Tony rearranged the squirming baby to face him, holding him up and away from himself as Peter kicked the air. 
"Hey! Stop that!" Tony shook him lightly, "Hold still and listen would you, Pete?" Peter went limp after one final kick and pouted valiantly.
“It’s only three days, so stop being a baby about it.” Peter glared at him. Tony tried really hard not to laugh, and mostly failed.
“Look, I’ve got you, okay, kid? It’s gonna be fine. Just work with me here. And please don’t go crawling through glass, for fuck’s sake.”
Tony walked them over to the first aid kit.
“Now, I’m patching you up. Are you gonna cooperate?” Peter rolled his eyes but nodded. He’d calmed a little, and his knees were starting to sting.
“DUM-E, blood on my floor, handle it. Glass, too.” He called absently. The bot chirped and wheeled over to comply.
Tony found some clean scrap fabric– spider suit fabric, coincidentally– to sit Peter on so he wouldn’t be directly on the cold metal workshop table. He picked a few tiny bits of glass out of the small cuts with sterile forceps from the kit. Fortunately, the wounds were shallow, only from scrapes against small sharp pieces. Still, Tony frowned. Sure, he’d seen the kid hurt worse before and come out okay– granted it still sucked every time– but to see him bleeding as a literal one-year-old baby was a new kind of disturbing. Peter was always getting hurt on his watch.
Soon the glass was all removed, the wounds cleaned and bandaged. Tony stood Peter up on the table.
“Sit tight. Do not fall, got it?” Tony narrowed his eyes at him, pointing, “just, don’t even move. Heaven knows this workshop isn’t baby proofed.” 
Peter rolled his eyes, then simply stared back with crossed arms.
Tony swiped the scrap of fabric and slowly stepped over to a different table, eyes still on Peter. He feinted looking away slowly only to snap back to Peter, as if the kid was going to move as soon as he took his eyes off him just to be contrary.
Tony grabbed a laser tool and with a few folds, trims and laser stitchings, fashioned some simple underwear.
“Underoos for Underoos!” He declared, holding them up with a grin.
Peter fought his smile but Tony saw it.
Once Peter was no longer in his birthday suit he thanked Tony with a simple gesture, fingers touching his own chin and then extending forward with the palm up. Tony had been the one to introduce him to some american sign language and he was glad he knew some basic expressions he could use in this situation. Tony mirrored the gesture in acknowledgement.
“So, you’re understanding everything, right? But you can’t talk?” Tony asked.
The kid nodded. For a moment he attempted to say something, but managed little more than humming and babbling. He shook his head and pointed toward a nearby monitor, made a grabbing gesture at it. Tony pulled it over for him.
Peter pulled up a keyboard interface and set to pointer-finger typing. Even this was tricky. Mentally he knew where the letters were but his fingers fumbled often, and being literally smaller than he was used to wasn’t helping either. Eventually his message was finished: remember everything but muscle memory reset
“Huh. Okay, we can work with that.”
Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully and meandered over toward the pile of Peter’s teen sized clothes. He picked them up, shook the glass from them in DUM-E’s general direction and laid them on one of the tables to deal with later. He grabbed Peter’s nanoparticle housing unit which he usually wore at his belt.
Tony sat in the office chair by some of his programming consoles, placing the housing unit into a receptacle at the workstation.
“FRI, get with Karen and desync abooouuut 10 moles worth of nanites from the Iron Spider, then copy over the wrist holo display and UI to the new sub-unit. And pull up a copy of the mother code for me. Relabel it…” Tony spun in the chair to look at the baby sitting on a table as he casually swung his legs, looking at something in his little hands, “Spider-baby protocol.”
Peter took the screwdriver he’d been fidgeting with and threw it in Tony’s general direction.
It sailed across the room much faster than Peter had intended, Tony ducking away from it as it flew past his head and impaled itself into one of his glass displays, which promptly flickered out. Tony hadn’t quite been directly in the line of fire, but if he had…
Tony turned his shocked gaze away from the cracked display back to the kid, who’s wide eyes and hand over his open mouth screamed ‘oh shit.’
“Jesus Christ, kid. Can we not, with the attempted murder?”
Peter signed ‘sorry,’ rubbing his heart three times clockwise with a closed fist, gaze serious and somber.
“Apology accepted.”
Then Peter realized what had happened, and what it meant, eyes widening again. His eyes flicked to his own designated work table, where one of his web-shooters was half disassembled, but the other was still untouched. He glanced back at Tony, calculating.
Tony recognized the mischievous gleam in his eye.
“No. No! Don’t even think about it– Peter!”
Peter had slipped off the table and dropped to land on his feet– wow, he was small now. He took half a second to refamiliarize with his balance before padding over to his work table.
“Do not-”
Tony was halfway to him when Peter hopped to reach over the edge of the table and grab the web-shooter. He quickly flicked it against his wrist where it automatically attached itself.
“Your skull is not hard enough right now to be swinging around!”
Tony was reaching out to grab for him just as Peter shot a web at the ceiling and yanked himself airborne with a gleeful shriek. He stuck to the ceiling for a moment, looking back at Tony all the way down on the floor.
“Get down here!”
Peter didn’t. Instead he scuttled around the ceiling and swung from the rafters, cackling all the while.
Tony tapped his arc reactor twice.
“Stop squirming!”
“What’s going on here?”
Peter and Tony froze, turning to see Pepper had just stepped into the workshop, a folder in her hand.
Tony, wearing one nanotech gauntlet and both boots, was hovering near the ceiling.  Peter dangled upside down from his leg currently clutched in Tony’s gauntlet, the web-shooter confiscated in Tony’s other hand.
“Um. This still isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”
“Is that a baby?���
After they’d spent some time figuring things out, Tony took Peter to the park.
It was a sunny afternoon. The kid was nestled into one of Morgan’s older strollers and Tony was dressed discreetly: hoodie, hat and a pair of less flashy (but no less teched out) sunglasses. Peter was holding an Iron Man plush (Tony had offered him a Spider-man one and Peter had pointed at this one instead. Tony had had to hide his face for a minute after that.) and wiggling his feet as Tony rolled him along.
Peter plucked a flower from a bush as they passed. He held it close to his face to examine it. It was still strange being so small again. His own fingers were tiny, the petals looked huge cupped in his hand. Suddenly a bee perched on his flower. He watched it work through the pollen, fascinated, until it flew off again. He watched it go.
“Mind if we stop a bit?” Tony rolled Peter up to a bench in front of a fountain. Peter poked at the band on his wrist. The word ‘okay’ appeared on the display of Tony’s sunglasses, so he took a seat on the bench.
There were ducks floating in the fountain, pigeons on the paths, little sparrows, too. People passed by walking, jogging, biking. There were dogs of all shapes and sizes.
A droplet symbol appeared on Tony’s glasses and he immediately grabbed the cup from the holder in the stroller handle and placed it in the holder next to Peter. The kid signed his thanks and grabbed the cup to drink.
“Oh, what an angel!”
Tony glanced toward the woman who was settling on the other end of the bench, a stroller and (sleeping) baby of her own parked beside her.
“He sure is.” Tony said with a bit of a smirk. Peter was a good kid, but he was also a little gremlin who’d given him the runaround for the better part of the morning. The woman gleaned none of his tone.
“How old is he?”
“Oh, 15,” Tony met Peter’s eyes, “months.” The kid’s eye twitched. He poked at his wristband. ‘16*’ appeared on Tony’s glasses. Tony grinned.
The woman cooed. “This one here is almost two years. Is he your first?”
“Second. I have a little girl, too.” Tony said warmly.
The woman’s gushy answer was interrupted by her baby waking up and fussing. Attention immediately drawn, she fawned over them and set them up with a bottle of formula. In the meantime, Peter asked for a snack via his bracelet, a fish symbol appearing on Tony’s glasses. Tony pulled out a container, unscrewed the lid and set it in front of the kid, who happily munched on the goldfish crackers with his few teeth.
Once her baby settled, the woman glanced back over. She'd been about to speak but stopped as she did a double take at Peter. The baby was easily popping crackers into his mouth, distinctly making no mess while her own baby– ‘older’ than him– was already drooling milk on themself.
Peter returned the woman’s stare, making eye contact for several seconds. Without looking away he pushed the empty container toward Tony. As Tony took it back, Peter turned to sign his thanks, and Tony mirrored it with a soft smile. The woman gaped.
Peter sent a pedestrian walking symbol to Tony’s glasses.
Tony smiled casually at the woman’s flabbergasted expression, “Yeah, my little genius, this one. Well, time for us to get going.”
The woman watched them go. She saw them pause for a moment in front of a busker playing violin. She watched as the child dropped a flower into the violin case and the father chuckled and tossed in a few bills.
She shook her head, bafflement giving way to a small smile as she dabbed at her own little angel’s chin.
Peter crashed hard after their outing, accelerated metabolism and tiny body catching up to him. Minutes after Tony got some more substantial, but very mushy, food into him he all but passed out.
Tony brought him to his room in the tower and settled him carefully into his bed. He spent a good twenty minutes rigging a railing system that would activate if Peter got close to the edge of the relatively huge bed, and set FRIDAY to monitoring.
With one last fond look at his tiny spiderling, sleeping soundly, Tony gently shut the door.
When Peter wakes up he doesn't know where he is. Dark and unfamiliar shapes, covered in inky blackness, loom over him. His body feels strange. His heart feels like it's hammering faster than it should be, even stressed, and with his heightened hearing it's the loudest thing in the room.
He knows he should be somewhere in the tower, that's what would make sense, and so he calls for FRIDAY. Except his mouth doesn't move right, tongue twisting and lips lagging, so the sound he produces is more a mangled groan than a word. It's wrong. He must have been drugged. He must be having a stroke.
He cries out, and the fact that the sound he emits is that of a crying baby only adds to his upset.
Suddenly, warm light pours over him as a door opens. He recognizes Tony as soon as he enters, his bare footsteps urgent but soft on the carpet. The mere sight of him is a relief to Peter, though remnants of his distress still linger.
Tony picks him right up and pulls him against his chest where Peter immediately clings to his black tank top. A kiss is pressed to the top of Peter's head and everything about the man's presence is a comfort. Tony's arms, strong, huge, wrap gently and completely around him, all-encompassing. He's warm and he smells familiar. Ear to Tony's chest, Peter hears his voice hum soothing all around him, his heart beating calm and steady.
Peter is so relaxed he barely notices when Tony shifts to sit and then to lie down in Peter's bed, the kid still glued to his chest. Tony's hand cradles the boy's head, running through the feather soft hair there as they both drift to sleep.
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irondadmadlads · 3 months
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.
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winterspiderpurrs · 3 months
Prompt idea: ( Very different from my normal but I want this right now)
I want Bucky in NY years earlier hiding from Hydra.
I want him hanging in alleys in Queens
I want young Peter ( 11ish?) and Uncle Ben finding a "homeless vet" and taking care of him. Staying with them a few days before they could get him into a shelter. Meeting up with him all the time to help set him up with a job. Set him up in a halfway house before he can afford his own place.
Peter and Ben visiting Bucky at his job.
Inviting Bucky over to dinner once a week.
Ben explaining why Peter is always with him instead of with a babysitter [Skip Wescott abuse]
Peter shyly asking Bucky if he would come to his Bar Mitzvah. ( Peter 13)
Peter bringing Bucky Alpine- he found her in a box in the same alley where they first met
I want Bucky there trying to help stop the robbery and Ben still getting shot.
Bucky consoling Peter. ( Peter 14)
Bucky taking Peter in.
Later once he realizes that Peter is enhanced- training him and to help him hide.
Peter calling Bucky Abba.
Steve finding them and he becomes Pops[ Peter 15]
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ctrsara · 5 months
Post-Surgery Sleepover
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After Pepper has emergency surgery, Happy and Rhodey are having a hard time getting Tony to take care of himself, so they call in the big guns.
@Comfortember 2022 prompts #3 - Warm Food, #6 - Exhaustion, and #17 - Falling Asleep on Someone and Using Irondad Prompt #40 from @idk-bruh-20, idea from @bayzadas
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Happy Hogan and Colonel James Rhodes met Peter Parker, who was wiping at the lingering dampness in his hair, at the hospital room door. Thankfully, the suit Tony had made him was fairly water-tight. 
“Hey, kid. Thanks for coming. How’s the weather out there?” They were having an unseasonably cold thunderstorm that evening.
“Getting colder, but not too bad, he said with a slight shiver. I made good time. How is she?” Peter’s face was worried, as it  probably had been since he’d gotten Happy’s text a few hours before school got out that day. Happy almost hadn’t remembered to tell Peter he couldn’t pick him up for the internship today, since Pepper was having an emergency appendectomy. The kid had asked if he could do anything to help, and Happy had told him no. Later that night he’d changed his mind, though, and had texted Peter again.
Hey kid, if you’re not busy, maybe you could come to the hospital? We could use your help after all. Just whenever.
Peter had, of course, dropped whatever he was doing, and had arrived thirty minutes later, at nearly 10 PM.
“Pepper’s going to be fine,” Happy assured him. “The surgery went well, and she’s recovering. They’ve got her on some strong stuff, and she’ll probably be out the rest of the night, they said.”
Peter nodded in obvious relief. “So, what can I help with then?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. 
Happy nodded at the window in the hospital suite’s door. “You see that guy in there?” Peter looked through to see Tony sitting on the couch, apparently working on some project. He looked a little tired and stressed, but otherwise okay. 
Rhodey picked up the narrative. “He slept about an hour last night, since Pepper’s appendix started doing its thing shortly after midnight, and he got maybe four the night before. Plus, no one has had any luck getting him to eat anything all day, but he’s had enough caffeine to power a whole floor of interns. We thought he’d settle down and eat and sleep after she came through the surgery okay, but no such luck. Can you help us with him?”
Peter looked startled. “Me? What can I do?”
“Well,” said Happy, turning to the table behind him to grab a big styrofoam container, “You can start by getting him to eat. I just got this baked potato soup and some rolls from the cafe across the street.”
“Wouldn’t Colonel Rhodes have better luck?” Peter asked hesitantly, turning to his mentor’s best friend. “You can usually get him to do stuff.”
“I cut off his coffee two hours ago,” Rhodey said, “so he’s mad at me.”
Peter appeared to mull it over, holding the hot container of soup in his hands. “Wow, it smells so good,” he said, inhaling as he brought the container closer to his face. He tilted his head to the side.
“Do you think you could find me a couple of bowls and spoons?” Peter asked the two men.
Happy rushed off to make that happen. Any idea the kid had, he would try. He tried not to show it, but he was mildly frantic with worry about his boss. The man hadn’t slept even as much as he normally did this week, and his stress over Pepper’s pain and eventual surgery had him in a weird headspace. He had no idea how they were going to get the man to sleep tonight, but he needed it desperately. 
It was hard enough to get him to sleep at the Tower or the Compound when anyone was hurt or otherwise under care. Here at a “normal” (but very fancy) hospital, it seemed a hopeless attempt, even though Happy had asked for a twin-sized rollaway bed to join Pepper’s in her recovery suite. But getting Tony into that bed sounded impossible. Happy sighed. Food first.
“Here,” he said a few minutes later, brandishing the paper bowls and disposable spoons at the teenage superhero like they were weapons he was taking into a battle with particularly bad odds. Which, they kind of were.
“Okay,” Peter said, grabbing the bag of rolls, too. “I’m ready.”
Rhodey opened the door. Tony looked up with a poisonous glare. “Tones, the kid’s here to see you. Be nicer to him than you’ve been to us, okay?” He ushered Peter through the door. Happy was relieved that he left it ajar. He wanted to make sure they could hear. Tony would regret it later if things got out of hand and he yelled at the kid. It was kind of like kicking an overeager puppy, and Tony was usually pretty soft with the boy, but Happy wanted to be able to interfere if needed.
“Pete? What are you doing here?” Tony sounded surprised and a bit nonplussed. “You shouldn’t be out in this weather. Did you swing here?” he asked in mild alarm.
“Hey, Mr. Stark. I really wanted to see you, and see that Ms. Pepper was okay, so Happy finally told me it was okay to come.” Man, the kid ignored the last question and lied like a pro when he was trying to help someone else, apparently.
“Hey, I hadn’t had dinner yet though, and I thought you might be hungry, too, so I grabbed us some soup and these amazing-looking rolls on my way in. Want some?” He sounded completely sincere in his story. 
“Since when can Mr. I’m-a-superhero-but-I’m-also-like-ten” lie so smoothly?” whispered Rhodey incredulously. Happy just shrugged and shook his head in amazement. “I dunno. But I’m gonna be keeping my eye on him,” he said with a chuckle.
“Thanks kid, but I’m not hungry,” Tony replied distractedly. Looking through the window, they could see Peter ignore Tony’s refusal, and carefully pour soup into the two bowls, tearing off a couple rolls to go with each one. He arranged them on the little coffee table in front of the couch Tony had set up his work all over.
“Please, Tony? Don’t make me eat alone.” Happy couldn’t see Peter’s face, but the look he was probably giving Tony was one that had never failed yet. It was the main reason Happy had asked him to come here tonight, despite the rough weather outside, and despite Tony’s possible displeasure at Happy involving him.
Tony sighed in annoyance. “Fine, gimme.”
Peter moved sideways so Happy could see the happy grin on the boy’s face as he carefully handed Tony the bowl of soup, and set the rolls at his side. The kid dropped onto the floor on the other side of the table, sitting with his legs crossed to start eating his soup.
“Pete, hold on. Don’t sit on the floor.” Tony sounded more exasperated and resigned than annoyed or angry now, and he moved his tablet and piles of notes into an untidy stack and set them on the table, clearing a spot on the couch next to him, which the boy happily took.
Happy and Rhodey watched in awe (well, observed through sneaky glances here and there) as the kid got Tony to eat two full bowls of soup. Peter refilled both their bowls when they were empty, despite the mild glare his mentor shot at him while chewing on a roll. When Tony wasn’t looking, Rhodey whispered Peter’s name and set two bottles of water inside the cracked door. The sneaky little punk soon found a good excuse for those as well, and managed to get Tony to drink most of a bottle.
When the engineer acted like he was going to get back to work, Peter asked about watching a movie instead. Tony declined, starting to bring up designs on his Starkpad. Then the real sorcery happened.
“So, I’ll bet you were pretty scared when Ms. Pepper had to come in, huh?”
Tony froze, looking up from his notes in palpable discomfort.
Peter kept his gaze elsewhere. “When my Uncle Ben had to have his gallbladder out, it was super scary, and I hated thinking about what might happen during the surgery. I mean, usually everything is fine, but things happen, you know?” 
“Yeah, Pete,” Tony said quietly. “It’s scary. I’m glad she’s going to be okay.”
Tony abruptly started putting his papers away, then set them all down on the floor. “What do you want to watch, kid?” Tony asked gruffly, laying his head back in defeat. Apparently, the only thing Tony Stark hated worse than not working himself to distraction when he was stressed, was being forced to confront and talk about his feelings.
Peter grabbed at the olive branch quickly, clicking the tv on and rapidly scrolling through the options. “Hey, can we watch ‘The Martian?’ We never finished it, and it’s right in the middle, it looks like.”
“Are you serious? We stopped because it was so slow, kid. It barely kept your attention before.”
“Well, I want to finish it now. Is that okay, or do you want to pick?”
“Fine,” Tony grumbled.
Thirty minutes later Rhodey and Happy snuck quietly into the hospital suite, looking in amazement at Tony, who was fast asleep. He had his arm behind his intern, his head resting partially on his own shoulder and partially against Peter’s head. The boy greeted them with a soft smile. 
“Hey. I did it. Now what?”
“Uh…” Happy hadn’t though the plan past this point because he didn’t think it would get to this point. “Um, any chance we can get him into that bed? He nodded towards the twin-sized rollaway. 
Peter quirked an eyebrow, looking between the sleeping hero at his side and at the bed. “Can you bring it over here by the couch? Maybe move this table? I think I could slide him onto it without waking him if we don’t have to move him very far.”
Rhodey and Happy hurried to comply, pulling the top sheet and blanket completely down and out of the way. The overpowered teenager did manage to tilt and slide his mentor until he could roll him gently onto the bed, and they all held their breath to see if the slightly jostling would wake him. It didn’t. 
Peter stood up and stretched, ducking into the en suite bathroom briefly before returning. 
“I think we should move the bed over in this corner, as far away from Pepper’s as we can. People will probably come in a few times tonight, and we don’t want to risk waking Tony unless Pepper is awake,” Rhodey was explaining to Happy.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” The two men began to slowly move the bed further into the second part of the L-shaped hospital room, but at the last minute, Rhodey tripped over a cord, causing him to push the bed into the wall with a loud, abrupt thunk .
Immediately Tony stirred, groaning a little, and moving his hand around on the other side of the bed, obviously unsure where he was. Happy was certain his face reflected the horror on Rhodey and Peter’s.
Peter, moving just a little too fast to be normal, toed off his tennis shoes and slipped up on the bed next to Tony, rolling in close to him. “Shhh. I’m right here,” he murmured. “Go back to sleep.”
And, surprisingly, Tony did. But not before turning to wrap his arm around Peter’s warm form and burying his nose in the top of the kid’s hair. Rhodey backed up rapidly, a hand over his mouth to avoid exclaiming, and Happy was biting back laughter hard at the wide-eyed look on the teen’s face. He was so surprised, and so unsure what had just happened. It didn’t look like there was any chance of Tony giving him up and staying asleep though. 
Peter glared mildly at Happy. “Pretty sure you owe me for this,” he muttered in a whisper. “And you’d better text my aunt.”
Happy nodded enthusiastically. Anything the kid wanted. Seriously. Peter sighed and shifted carefully so he was laying a little less flat, and Rhodey shoved a pillow behind his back for support in response to the pointed look the kid gave him and then the pillow. Then Peter tucked his head a little more securely under Tony’s, sighed softly in what might have been contentment, and closed his eyes. 
“FRIDAY, play some white noise please,” Peter said quietly. Surprisingly, Tony’s phone responded from the couch, doing just that. That was smart thinking. Maybe it would help keep Tony from being disturbed by any hospital personnel that needed to come in.
Early the next morning, Pepper was back asleep when Happy woke up on the couch, where he’d been taking his turn for some shut-eye. Pepper had woken briefly in the night when they came in to take her vitals and check her meds, but after a look across the room at her sleeping husband and his life-size teddy bear, and a quickly whispered explanation, she had forbidden them from waking him. Rhodey was reading in the recliner in Pepper’s part of the room. And Tony was… oh. Tony was awake, too, and looked completely bewildered. The curly-headed teen was snuggled into his side, but still passed out.
“What in the world happened here?” Tony whispered incredulously, half raised on an elbow. Peter stirred, and with a quick glance at the still-dark sky outside, and at Pepper sleeping peacefully, he laid back down, shushing the teen quietly. Peter stopped moving. 
Tony turned his head to stare skeptically at his forehead of security, and Happy was pretty sure he was going to hear about his part in this ambush. But his boss had eaten and slept all night, so he really didn’t care. What was he going to do? Fire him?
Happy felt a particular kind of satisfaction about ten minutes later when he noticed that Tony had fallen back asleep with his arm slung over the sleeping teenager. It was shaping up to be a very good day.
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 month
Okay! I got something!
Peter comes down with a small cold and Tony is way too overprotective of him. He’s the parent that’s like: “Bed, now. No getting up. You need to rest 24/7.” And Peter is a little annoyed because he’s bored and wants to at least lay on the couch and watch tv. At the same time though, he loves how protective his mentor/dad is of him.
He just wishes Tony could be protective without forcing him on bed rest.
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This mini is a combination of two prompts! I just thought they would work really well together and, oh boy, they sure did! I didn't want to make Tony too overbearing but I think I hit all the right notes and what we ended up with is a very soft sickfic. 🥰
Here it is at 966 words!
Rest Assured
“Good afternoon, Mr. Parker,” FRIDAY said, as Peter stepped into the elevator. “The boss is in the penthouse. Is that where you would like to go?”
“Sure. Thanks FRI,” Peter replied, followed by a long sniff. His nose had been running all day, and he’d long since run out of tissues. That had left him sniffling for the majority of his trip to the tower.
“Hey, Kiddo!” Tony greeted as Peter arrived. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
“Sure, Mr. Stark,” he said while quickly scanning the room for a box of tissues. He didn’t see one. “I’ll be there in just a second,” he said as he stepped into the hall bathroom to blow his nose. He washed his hands immediately after. Then on a whim, stuffed another wad of toilet paper into his pocket before exiting.
“What’s up?” he asked while looking over Tony’s shoulder. There was a small hologram projecting from a tablet. It looked like an aircraft.
Tony opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Peter sneezed three times, followed by several sniffs. “Are you sick?” he asked.
“Not really,” Peter said with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just a cold.”
“You should be resting,” Tony replied as if Peter hadn’t said anything at all.
Peter’s eyes widened in mild surprise. “What are you talking about?” he questioned. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re sick,” Tony countered. “And sick people are supposed to rest.”
Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was glad Tony cared enough to be concerned. Even if it was a little disproportionate to the situation. “I think I’ll be okay,” he promised. “What did you want to show me?”
“Nope. That can wait. You shouldn’t be up,” Tony replied without missing a beat. Afterward, he paused, one eyebrow raised. “Does May know you’re sick?”
“I’m barely sick and yes, she knows. She gave me a little packet of tissues this morning and everything.” He said, then sneezed again. That was followed by a grunt of frustration as he wiped his nose. It was starting to get sore.
In an instant, Tony hopped off the couch and closed the tablet. “That’s it,” he clipped. “You’re laying down. I’ll go grab you a pillow and a banket.” After watching Peter wipe his nose with toilet paper he shook his head. “And some actual tissues. I think I have some in the hall closet. Take off your shoes, get comfortable, I’ll be right back.”
“Mr. Stark, I don’t-” Peter began, but Tony was already out of sight. Rather than complete his thought, he sighed. Next he kicked his shoes off and sat down as instructed.
Tony returned moments later with half the linen closet in his arms. He dropped two pillows on the corner of the couch said, “Lay down.”
Unwilling to argue, Peter huffed and put his head on the pillows. He’d barely stretched out before Tony was spreading mutiple blankets over his body. “Are you tucking me in, right now?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips.
“Maybe,” Tony quipped. “You got a problem with that, Kiddo?”
Peter laughed as he shook his head and snuggles into the covers. He would never admit it, but he was tired. Although it was easy enough to blame that on a long day at school.
“Okay,” Tony said as he smoothed out the outermost blanket.. “I’m going to grab you some water and cold medicine. Maybe some hot tea. Do you like tea? I’m getting you some tea,”
Amused, Peter asked, “You know this is all very unnecessary, right?”
Tony scoffed and gently knuckled Peter on the side of his head. “Just shut up and let me take care of you, you little punk.”
Before long, there was a plethora of cold supplies strewn across the coffee table. Peter sat up to swallow the tablets and sip at the tea. It was better than he expected. The copious amount of honey was nice, and the steam did wonders for his clogged sinuses.
“Can I see what you were working now?” he asked, once he set his empty mug side.
Tony glanced up from where he’d reengaged with the table and narrowed his eyes. “No. You’re resting,” he said with finality.
“I can rest and look at your schematics,” Peter huffed. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Tony hummed and reached over to place his hand over Peter’s face.  “Close your eyes,” he said. “You need a nap.”
That lasted for all of two minutes, then Peter sat up. “This is boring,” he said, emphisized by a dramatic sigh.
“It’s supposed to be boring. You’re sick,” Tony replied without ever looking up form his work. “Go to sleep.”
“It’s just a cold, Mr. Stark,” laughed, then sniffed. “I don’t even have a fever.”
“That doesn’t make you any less sick,” Tony easily replied.
“Fine, whatever,” Peter grumbled. Although, he was fully smiling as he snuggled down into the blankets. Five minutes later, he yawned and decided the medicine must have started working because he could breathe through his nose again.
He sighed deeply and allowed his body to relax. Then just as he was right on the verge of sleep, he felt a hand brush through his bangs. “That’s better,” he heard Tony whispered just before a kiss was dropped onto his forehead. That was new, and it caused him to crack one eye open.
“Did you jus’ kiss me?” he sleepily mumbled.
Tony froze, clearly having not expected to get caught. Although he managed to recover quickly. “I sure did,” he confidently replied, then gave Peter’s head a gentle shove into the pillows. “Now deal with it. Go to sleep, Kid.”
Peter giggle languidly and closed his eyes before mumbling, “Love you too, Mr. Stark.”
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potatolee · 1 year
Alright but imagine—
peter designs a Father’s Day card in art class and gives it to Tony as a joke but then freaks out because Tony just starts shouting “yes! Yes! Yes!“ like he proposed or something.
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