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drabblerabbler · 3 years
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Parker
Tony Stark stormed into the lab that SHIELD had demanded he work in for at least thirty hours a week. It had been the agreement once the Avengers had gone from just an idea, to a solidified team. It would keep all of their gadgets and weapons out of his general lab, which would ultimately make the tower a safer place for the rest of his team. After all, if word ever got out that THE Tony Stark was working on Avenger’s tech in his tower...well it wasn’t like Tony needed an even bigger target on his tower. However, the inventor absolutely hated working in an unfamiliar environment. Especially when said environment had a random teenager leaning over the only desk in the entire place that wasn’t cluttered with empty snack bags, or bits and pieces of metal.
“No,” Tony frowned turning to glance at Nick—who had insisted that the lab was open and free for him at any time. “Absolutely not.”
“Not your choice, Stark.” Fury smirked, large forearms crossed over his chest. “Kid’s pretty certifiable. And has kindly allowed you entry to his lab.” The teenager, without so much as glancing at the famous inventor, threw up a gesture that Tony took to mean that this wasn’t exactly his idea either. “Parker,” Fury narrowed his eyes.
Tony had seen that same stare leveled at him—from a particular strawberry blonde that was currently having a conniption because he had missed yet another meeting. Only, on Tony’s end, the stare leveled a state of fear that he had learned meant he needed to do as the woman had told him.
Parker, apparently, did not have that same self preservation skill.
“I did not agree to this. You forced this upon me,” Parker sighed straightening himself up from his hunched position. A small cringe of discomfort crossed the boy’s face. Another feeling Tony could relate too; having spent so many hours in the very same position himself. Brown curls fell over a furrowed brow as thin shoulders rolled themselves to loosen up the muscles that lay beneath. “You never asked if I was comfortable with this.”
“He’s an Avenger.” Nick hummed as if that gave the teenager all of the answers he needed.
Parker, apparently, did not agree with the older man.
“Tony Stark.” Tony pursed his lips glancing the teenager up and down. “I would say pleasure to meet you...but.”
“Given the circumstances,” The teenager snorted crossing his arms over his own chest. His shoulders hunched forward as if he was trying to make himself look small. “I’m Peter Parker. I guess...uh, we’ll be sharing this place then?” He stepped aside to gesture towards the surprisingly large lab that the kid had probably called home for at least the past three weeks—more than likely on a bender. Tony could relate to that on the best of days.
“Unfortunately,” Tony pursed his lips stepping further into the room and glancing around. So far, the kid had managed to keep his mess to a few specific tables; each one piled up with different papers pertaining to whatever project the kid had going on.
“Uncle Nicky,” The boy threw a smirk at the older man—who Tony was sure if he gripped the bridge of his nose any harder, would break it. “Said we’ll be working on new tech for the Avengers, right? The great Tony Stark can’t keep up.” It was meant as a toying joke.  But call Tony sensitive, because he certainly didn’t find any of his own amusement at the jab.
“I can keep up just find, kid. Its you I’m going to be worried about.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he grabbed up a stack of papers that were stuck together with some type of...gunk? Glue? Whatever it was...on second thought. Please be glue. Tony’s nose scrunched in a bit of disgust as he set the papers back down on the desk. “You need a cleaner work space kid. You can’t be thinking logically with this kind of set up.”
“Oh I think just fine,” Parker snorted snatching the papers from Tony’s view. He quickly shoved them into a drawer, throwing a dirty glance at the inventor. “I’m used to a messy space. Believe it or not, cleanliness doesn’t always mean open capability of thought.” He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s enough, Parker.” Nick snorted rolling his eyes. “You two are going to be working closely together, so I highly suggest you get used to each other. And I don’t want to hear any complaining.” This time Parker snorted, rolling his doe brown eyes. Which, honestly, Tony was surprised by some of the audacity that the teenager had. As far as the inventor knew, Tony was the only one to give Nick such a hard time or so much sass.
“Whatever you say, Uncle Nicky~” The teenager smirked, rolling his eyes a bit as he stepped around both of the men and moved to sit on one of the swirling chairs. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” He waved Tony Stark—the Tony Stark—away as if he was no more than just an intern that had come to bug him.
“God Speed, Stark.” Fury turned, his lips pursed as he rested a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Please don’t blow up the helicarrier.”
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drabblerabbler · 3 years
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Peter’s Truck
Peter’s Truck
“I cannot believe this is what you and your aunt agreed to,” Tony muttered staring at the broken down truck that the teenager had pulled up to the compound in. How he had even made it that far without the thing falling apart, Tony would never know. “Please tell me this is a joke.”
“Not at all,” Peter grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead on the back of his sleeve. Apparently, the rust bucket didn’t even have a working AC, if the flush that crossed over his intern’s face was anything to go by. “I figured it’d be a project.”
“A project? Peter, this is a death trap!”
“Please,” The teenager snorted slapping the hood of the vehicle as he rounded to stand by his mentor. “And Iron Man isn’t?”
Tony didn’t even get a chance to balk as the smaller brunette reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out his bag.
“Tony,” Pepper stepped out onto the porch. Sleep crusted her green eyes as she glanced around for her husband. “What on earth are you doing?” She yawned stepping down onto the dry pine needles that littered and coated their driveway.
“I’m fixing it,” Tony muttered, pulling himself from under the rusted hood of the very same Chevy S10 that Peter had driven up in a little over five years ago. “Gotta get it ready for him.” He turned to his wife, lips pulled into a tight smile. Pepper tried to match it, but there was an underlying grief that reached into her own eyes. “He’ll be excited when he sees it.”
“I’m sure he will.” Pepper leaned against the driver side door, watching as her husband reached around in one of the tool wagons for something. “But he won’t be happy that you’ve been up for over seventy two hours to fix it. Besides, don’t you think he’d like to help you with it too?”
“I’ll let him pick the colors,” Tony turned back to his wife. His hands trembled as they held a small red and blue cloth that had seen its fair share of oil stains. “Or maybe I’ll paint it red and gold. He was an Iron Man fan after all.”
“I think he’ll be a little tired of seeing red after all of this.” Pepper hummed softly.
“They had to draw more blood?” Tony frowned glancing up. It had been a good three months since the second snap—the very snap that Tony had intended to do himself. The self sacrificial teenager known as Peter Parker had other plans though. He had reached out, grasping onto Tony’s arm that wielded the stones, and absorbed half of the shock that should have killed the inventor. Instead, it had taken both of their arms, and sent both of its victims into shock. Tony—having been a normal human that had succumbed to shock before—had recovered significantly faster. Peter, however, seemed to be struggling with everything a bit. The teenager had been in and out of a hospital, and under the sharp vigil of Cho and his Aunt. Both of which, were convinced that everything was going to be alright.
Tony disagreed though. He had a sinking suspicion that something was very very wrong with his kid. Not that Peter would ever confirm it, or even complain about it. But the inventory knew; the loud silence told him everything that he needed to know.
“Yea,” Pepper nodded softly, bringing a hand up to rub at Tony’s shoulder softly. “They’re checking on his DNA. To see if something more serious is going on. I asked May if it would be okay for us to make a visit.”
Tony tensed a bit. He shouldn’t be scared about seeing the teenager. He should see the living brunette version of the kid he had helped pull off the battlefield. And yet, every time he had prepared himself to walk into the room after Peter’s first surgery, Tony only saw the motionless body. The swaying hair that had been covered in blood that oozed down his face.
“I figure, if you can get this thing up and running, Morgan and I could follow you in our car?”
“Maybe.”
“We could move back to the city for a while. Just until he’s healed?”
“Maybe.” Tony sighed again, dragging his hand over his face.
“He’s alive Tony,” Pepper reached out, brushing the back of her hand over Tony’s jaw. “We didn’t lose him.”
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drabblerabbler · 5 years
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Say Something
“Say something, god damnit!” Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs across the gymnasium floor. Tears threatened to spill over his eyes as he glared at the heavy set male. He should have known better; should have seen whatever bullshit prank this was from a mile away! Kenny had tried to warn him. Kenny always tried to warn him, and Kyle never had the balls to fucking listen. That’s all he had to do. But he was so damn intent on proving the blonde wrong because he was fucking happy.
He was really fucking happy.
“Ain’t nothing to say, Kahl.” The brunette smirked crossing his arms over his broad chest. “None of it was what ya thought it was. Just some gay ass bet from Token, man. Don’t throw a bitch fit.”
“No,” Kyle snapped, his brow furrowing as he fought back the tears. “No, fuck you. Fuck you so fucking hard Cartman!” The redhead spun on his heel and stormed towards the door. He didn’t look back when he heard the crunch of Kenny punching him. And he didn’t turn back when he heard the door slam behind him as feet crunched against the snow to catch up.
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