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Tony: what happened, kiddo? why are you crying?

Peter, obviously crying: I-I’m not crying

Tony: oh, so covering your eyes with your hands and shaking on Pepper’s lap is your routine before sleep? got it

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Tony: *opens the door*

Small kid: trick or treat!!

Tony: hey buddy, what are you suppose to be?

Small kid: I’m a ghost! booo👻

Tony, comically clutching his chest: wow that was really scary. here you go *hands him a basket of sweets*

*a kid, who was Peter all this time, jumps out from his ghost costume, takes all the candy, and runs into the darkness of the night, maniacally laughing.*

Tony: oMg not again PETER, COME BACK HOME

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need more chronic pain Peter and Tony fics NEOW there is no way in hell those guys are just waltzing around care free i just know their knees give out on them 24/7 like

Pepper, walking into the lab seeing them both starfished on the floor: … What is happening?

Tony: Kid crumbled first. Blame him.

Peter: You didn’t have to join me, Mr. Stark-

Tony: Kid, I’m almost 60 with a heart condition. We’re lucky that I actually had the choice to become one with the floor this time.

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I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

I just love this scene. I love how they immediately hug each other as soon as they meet, (this was not their first hug), the expression on Tony's face after finally having his kid back omggfshsuwudj

I like the original scene, but this one catches me in a different way, I like to think of it as an alternative universe where Tony survived (yes I’m in denial)

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Irondad Prompt #281:

When Tony returns to his lake house after a long battle, he’s surprised to see so many people there.

He’s also surprised to see them so upset.

He notices Peter in the back and walks next to him. “Kid?” He asks. “What’s going on? Why’s everyone crying?”

“Mr. Stark’s gone…” the boy says through tears. Then his eyes widen. “MR. STARK? YOU’RE ALIVE!”

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😭

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My little au comic about how Tony gave Peter the spider repulsor (MARRS) in my last post since it couldn’t fit together w it

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Peter, through the radio: on 3 cut the gray wire, ok? 1..2..

Tony: wait, I don’t have a gray wire! I have red, green and yellow.

Peter, scratching his head: that’s weird. I have light gray, medium gray, dark gray.

Tony: you do?

Peter: fuck. my bad, I forgot I’m colour blind.

Tony: you’re WHAT?

Peter: doesn’t matter, just cut the middle one.

Tony, slightly panicking: it DOES MATTER! My middle one could be different. The wires are all twisted!!

Peter: on 3..1..2..

Tony, overly panicked: PETER, STOP

Peter: *rolling his eyes*

Tony: wait, I’m coming to you.

Tony, running to him: point to the wire you want me to cut.

Peter, showing him: this gray one right here.

Tony, heavily breathing: okay, by the way, it green, kiddo.

Peter: ohh.. which one is red?

Tony: the one in your left hand.

Peter: wait, which one is that? I’m also dyslexic.

Tony: how. did I. not know. THAT

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"What's up small fry?" Tony asks when he catches a blur of red and blue in the corner of his eye.

He continues unscrewing pieces from inside the old car engine at random, deconstructing the machine. Tony looks up at Peter when he gets no reply.

"Pete?"

Peter's hand slips from the door frame, trudging over to Tony across the workshop.

The sun must have gone down without Tony noticing, the only light in the room coming from a few scattered table lamps. Explains all the squinting he's been needing to do anyways. Peter doesn't have his mask on, but his face is too shadowed to read.

"How was patrol? I think someone made dinner, we can heat it up together. Or there's that mac and cheese you like—"

Peter comes closer and doesn't stop until he's crashing into Tony in an all-encompassing embrace. His arms constrict around Tony's waist, face squashed into the older's chest.

"Oh."

Tony looks down at the tuft of gelled curls, a warm sigh leaving Peter's mouth as his body melts into Tony.

Tony's arms jerk to catch the boy, scared he'll simply wash away, but Peter only relaxes further into the hug. Peter secures his grip with an unwavering hold despite the tension that drains from him in a steady stream.

When the hug sustains Tony pulls him closer, tucking his chin over Peter's head and breathing out his own restlessness. One arm rubs up and down Peter's back, thumb drawing a strong pressure into the firm muscle.

They stay like this; Tony's eyes close at some point, their breathing syncing into even exchanges like heart beats. He isn't sure if he should be worried or confused, but all thoughts flit out of his brain at the genuine expression of affection being laid upon him.

It's Peter who lets go first, death grip sliding away until Tony becomes aware enough to unwrap his own self as well.

"Sorry, I just really needed that," the boy mutters.

"Um. No problem."

Peter steps away, and Tony gives him a look up and down. He doesn't seem injured, but a weariness clings to his bones like laundry scent on fresh sheets.

"M'hungry. Can you make the mac n' cheese?"

Normally Tony would refuse, mostly out of the habit of saying 'no' whenever someone asks something of him before he even actually considers it, but Peter's eyes are big and earnest, and he quite possibly has turned Tony into a giant teddy bear with the way he's been appeased and clung to.

"Sure thing. Why don't you go get changed and I'll meet you in the kitchen?"

Tony is plating up the steaming, alarmingly orange food with a side of the lamb chop someone cooked earlier and a peeled clementine when Peter wanders into the room. He's in his signature hello kitty pajama pants and a striped sweater Tony is sure is his girlfriend Michelle's.

He looks a bit better now, simply sleepy instead of dead on his feet, the attempt of usual pep in his step as he comes and lays his head down in his arms on the kitchen table.

Tony places the food in front of him, Peter immediately shoving a spoonful of the pasta into his mouth without picking his head up.

"Fank 'ou."

Tony lets a humorous puff of air out of his nostrils.

"You're welcome, now don't talk with your mouth full," he says while ruffling the boys hair.

He swallows, "your hand smells like oranges."

Tony pilfers a piece of fruit from Peter's plate, taking a seat across from the boy and shooting a brief raise of his eyebrows his way.

"I wonder why."

Peter smiles at him.

He smiles back.

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Irondad Prompt #243:

Tony: Peter, we need to talk—

Peter: May told you about the nightmares, didn’t she? I really don’t think they’re that big of a deal! Like, who hasn’t had “cry and scream yourself awake nightmares?” Sure, most people don’t have them every night but—

Tony: :0

Tony: We needed to talk about making your internship official with your school…

Peter: Oh…

Tony: You’ve been having nightmares??

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here, since yall have been stalking my other iron dad and spiderson posts and because i’ve missed them :’)

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Pepper, walking into the lab at 4 in the morning: are you two getting enough sleep?

Peter:

Tony:

Peter, raising his hand: sometimes, when i sneeze my eyes close

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Irondad Prompt #234:

Tony: I don’t want kids! Their germy hands touch everything. Just being near them causes me to feel ill.

Pepper: Okay so you don’t like kids because they might get you sick, but when Peter was sick last week you—

Tony: That’s different, okay? We don’t know how Peter’s enhancements work yet so it was imperative someone keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t keel over

Pepper, smirking: -And rub his back. And sing to him. And let him fall asleep in your lap. And—

Tony: Who told you all that?

Pepper: FRIDAY recorded everything

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Just why…😭

These two scenes are so similar…

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Peter: wait… you missed me?

Tony, just back from a three day long Avengers mission: Absolutely not. Why would you even think that?

Also Peter, stuck in a hug so tight from Tony that if he didn’t have super powers he’d probably have broken bones: no reason

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Peter and Tony always cuddling to sleep because Peter always runs cold because he can’t thermoregulate which helps Tony stave off nightmares because he was always hot in his worst moments ( Afghanistan and the suit overheating during New York) and Tony always runs hot like a furnace which help Peter because he was always cold in his worst moments ( the vulture and the building) but they were both always alone

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Irondad Prompt #278:

Peter: *asleep, head on Tony’s lap while the man runs his fingers through the boy’s hair.*

May: I think you’ve finally done it

Tony: Done what?

May: Get my workaholic of a nephew to shut up and relax