#Ask the ironfam

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #142

Tony is replaced by an imposter (maybe a rogue Skrull or a shapeshifter or agent of some kind), but when Peter shows up for lab day, he doesn't realize immediately, too thrown by Tony's brutally cold attitude.

His spider sense is warning him, but Fake!Tony's remarks are so cutting he can't help but react with hurt and self-doubt. Later he assumes his sense was just warning him that his mentor was finally ready to kick him to the curb

He should've listened to his spider sense instead of his anxiety, though. Because the real Tony has been kidnapped.

It's Ned who gets Peter to realize something is wrong. Ned doesn't for a second believe that Tony would just drop Peter like that. His questions and determination (and maybe some open-mindedness- "What if it wasn't the real Mr. Stark but a bad guy in disguise?") eventually get Peter to rethink the situation too

Peter goes back over the day, and he realizes... Ned is right. Tony would never say those things to him. He needs to trust in the kind of person he knows Tony is. Which means something is really, really wrong.

Meanwhile, Fake!Tony has been busy, alienating every person in Tony's life who could possibly look for him. He says awful things to Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, May... By the time Peter tries to go to them, they're all too hurt and pissed to even listen

So, it's up to him (and Ned) to rescue Tony Stark

They figure out that he's been kidnapped, track down the location, and Peter heists his way in.

He finds Tony in a cell, hurt badly. But maybe worse than that... hopeless.

Tony is laying there like he doesn't think anyone is looking for him. Like even escape seems pointless, since there'd be no one left to escape to. His captors have clearly explained their plan, probably boasting about the awful things they'd had Fake!Tony say. After hearing it, Tony doesn't blame his family at all for leaving him to die.

He's definitely not prepared when Spider-Man suddenly drops into the room.

As they escape, Tony is so moved by how much this kid believes in him. Enough to not just accept that he was capable of acting that way.

They defeat the imposter and get the real Tony to medical. The others are guilty and horrified. Peter stays close. Even though he knows it wasn't Tony speaking before, he still craves reassurance - both that Tony is okay and that he really does care - reassurance which Tony is more than happy to provide

#if you end on them both on tony's hospital bed you win my undying love and affection #irondad fic ideas #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #ironfam #kidnapped tony stark #queueueueue #weekly reminder that I love you all but am too busy to be human :) #fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want I just won't see them for a while #see announcements

[funnyincorrectmcu]

Tony: I’m so tired I could eat a horse. Peter: I identify as a horse and this offends me. Harley: I identify as offends and this horses me. Morgan: I offend horses identify me. Pepper: Hold on.  Pepper: *turns to Tony* Why would you eat a horse if you were tired?

#tony stark #pepper potts #peter parker #harley keener #morgan stark #ironman #pepp #spiderman #harles #morguna #pepperony #irondad and spiderson #ironfam #lol #pepper asking the important questions #i love them all #and this is so on point #mcu #mcu incorrect quotes

[incorrectbatfam]

SpiderMan from the MCU meets the batfam.

What happens

Iron Man barrels in with paperwork and a team of lawyers because it's HIS weekend

And that's how everyone finds out Tony Stark and Batman (not Bruce Wayne, Batman) are interdimensional ex-lovers with shared custody of Spider-Man

#bruce wayne #batman #peter parker #spider man #tony stark #iron man #batfamily #batfam #batman family #dc comics #ironfam #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #crossover #alternate universe #headcanon #crack #ask #tw divorce

[imgoingtocrash]

Hi! Can you recommend some of your favourite pepperony fics feat. one pseudo spideyson ?😁❤️

Ohhh, twist my arm if you must. 😏 You know you came to the right girl, so I'll try my best while admitting some are more technically fitting the concept versus being Pepperony/Ironparents-to-Peter centric the whole time. I’m picky about fic, so the list isn’t as long as I wish it was. If you have more fics to rec in this area, feel free to reblog and add them!

You’re probably here because you’ve read my fic, which is just me writing all of the Pepperony + Peter into the world that I want, but if you haven’t read my stuff…I have it in spades. ☺️

the hearth by sagemb

In this one, we’re ignoring canon and having fun picturing a future where Peter’s about to go off to college, and hanging out with Peter for a weekend makes Tony realize that he and Pepper are actually pretty interested in having kids. It’s good and soft and healthy about couples therapy stuff with Tony and Pepper and I love it.

good kid name by rainwaiter

Pepper BioMom!AU where Pepper doesn’t NEED Tony to help her have the child she didn’t plan for, but he’s there and moony about her and loves Peter from the jump.

hydra's not a home (series) by tempestaurora

Not exactly news that this series is amazing, but it was one of the first Tony/Pepper-as-Peter's-bioparents fics I'd ever read in the fandom (honestly one of the first SERIES I'd read in the fandom) and will always have a special place in my heart.

[More under the cut!]

built from scraps (series) by peterstank

Probably also incredibly well known in the fandom, but a favorite of mine for always. The way this fic/series deals with so much and gets every part right will never cease to amaze me, particularly on the Peter and Pepper front. The way they're allowed to grieve and grow and become family in the first fic alone...*chef's kiss*

the gift of you (series) by MayWilder

Specifically boundaries of myself and epilogue are Pepper-Peter centric, but the whole series does a great job at establishing a closeness between the Starks and Parkers, and in doing so how they end up so close when Peter needs a guardian after May passes. (I'll admit I'm not a huge Parkner shipper, so I mostly read the gen fics in this series, but if that ship is your thing, that's an added bonus later!)

From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Virginia "Pepper" Potts by sturionic

I highly recommend the series that this is in as a whole—it’s funny and sweet until it gets angsty too, and it’s all a good read! But particularly I love this fic because there’s so much casual intimacy as the Starks and both Parkers grow into family, and even short scenes feel very alive and warm by being so descriptive.

the best day with you by tonystarktrash

Tony is Peter’s single dad and Pepper is his teacher, a fluffy trope that always hits perfectly written by an author I love. (Keep an eye out for their latest fic, which I predict will be incredible and is in the Pepperony + Peter vein.)

a first time for everything by crowkag

Peter is sick while under Tony’s care. Tony anxiously calls Pepper about how to handle it. He realizes he kind of likes this whole parental thing.

In the merry month of June (series) by Gruoch

I'm going to say this counts because Grandparents Pepperony gets me the softest. Pepper's here and wonderfully written and obviously adores Peter growing up and giving them a new baby to fawn over as much as Tony does. Pepper isn't a main focus here but rather part of the whole Stark-Parker-Jones family focus that's so, so present and adorable.

I Would Lay My Armor Down by losingmymindtonight

This fic is really about Peter in the Stark family as a whole, but it's so REAL and interesting in interpreting the future of that family dynamic--family dinners with Drama™️, sibling dynamics, Tony and Pepper growing old as the parents of said siblings...once again including on a technicality but I love it so much!!!

Thank you for the ask!!! I love making a nice rec list! I would also suggest looking at the other works of some of these authors—there’s definitely more Pepper buried in their other fics that I may have forgotten or just felt didn’t qualify for this list in particular!

#irondad #spiderson #ironfam #ironmom #pepperony #fic recs #marvel #tony x pepper #peter parker #asks #anon

[irondad-defensesquad]

This verse from Safe Inside by James Arthur:

Will you call me to tell me you're alright?

Cause I worry about you the whole night

Don't make my mistakes

I won't sleep, I won't sleep

If you're home I just hope that you're sober

Is it time to let go now you're older

Don't leave me this way

I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside

You're going to tell me that this isn't Tony to Peter, if not Morgan and Harley as well?

Oh this gave me feelings 😭😭

#asks #irondad #ironfam

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

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

The Breakfast Fate

Summary: See prompt above 😁

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't think so!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, turn it off!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Obviously," Harley muttered.

Morgan giggled. "Daddy mahade aha mehess."

"No, I just burned a couple pancakes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't burn it all!"

"Then what do you call this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"B-but---!"

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

"Yeah, that's not reassuring."

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

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

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

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

"But why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ack!"

"You were right underoos."

"Tony?"

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

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

"Giving Peter some raspberries."

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

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

Peter squealed. "RUHUN!"

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

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

Peter kicked at Tony. "Yohou suhuck."

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

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

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

"Ihits not myhy fault yohou buhurn everythihing!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lee peter 1 #ler tony stark #harley keener #morgan stark #ticklefic

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

So take my burning heart (just stay the night)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53926129 by Twiggly “...You aren’t Spider-Man anymore, are you?” Pepper asked, looking him over as gently as she could’ve. Peter tearfully shook his head. “Not right now,” was all he could manage. “I’m sorry, Peter; if I had known you were Spider-Man earlier, I would’ve come and got you—” “I forgive you, Pepper,” Peter said, moving his head to look her in the eyes. “I do. To tell you the truth, I saw Tony last night, and I think that getting to hug him one last time was worth…everything I went through. Of course, it was because I almost died, but Tony helped me stitch it up and told me to come here. I was so scared to, though, because if you didn’t want anything to do with me, then there would’ve been nothing left in the world for me to hope for, but… Well, you know how persuasive Tony was.” Pepper searched Peter’s eyes for a moment longer before smiling sadly. “He really loved you, didn’t he?” “Yeah, he did,” Peter whispered, trying to keep the waver out of his voice. “Um, anyway, I—” “Do you want to live here, Peter?”   Or, Peter makes it to the Stark's lake house, and the more time he spends there, the more Pepper and Morgan help him find the pieces of himself he'd lost. Words: 14596, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of And I'll Keep My Promise Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan Relationships: Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie) Fix-It, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Genius Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), this is really just a lot of IronFam slice of life okay read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53926129

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[lotusthewriter]

Some day, when your head is much lighter

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: T

Relationships: Peter & Tony, Peter & Nebula, Peter & Morgan

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Nebula, Morgan Stark; MINOR - Pepper Potts; MENTIONED - Guardians of the Galaxy (minus Gamora), Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Summary: As they all celebrate Tony's return home, Peter feels like an outsider.

Nebula may relate a bit too much to the feeling.

Word count:

AO3

A/N: Heads up that on AO3 the fic is split in two chapters, but here I published the whole story in one post.

I bet a fic like this exists already, but I think Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 inspired me, so I ended up writing this thingy. Well, besides my dad treating me like shit as usual, resulting in a clingy and needy author writing paternal affection to soothe their lack of it. And I once again ended up writing 5k of self-indulgent hurt/comfort.

Also kind of a salt fic, mainly because we were robbed of more Nebula and Tony - and better yet, Nebula and Peter. They all deserve happiness!!! They deserve to be friends!!! To be family!!!!

Anyway, the Guardians are buddies with the Ironfam because of Nebula, while the Rogues/Avengers should stay as far away from Tony as possible, lmao.

Please be aware of the trigger warnings listed below.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - past canonical character death, suicidal thoughts/ideation, grief, implied past child abuse and depression.

Hate will be blocked. P/roship DNI.

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Parties were never really his thing.

This one is different, though.

After practically two months, Tony Stark, the savior of the universe, is back home with his family.

His real family.

Aunt May couldn’t come due to all the housing issues they’ve been facing since returning from the Snap, so for old times’ sake, Happy went all the way to Peter’s current apartment to take him to the peaceful lake house the Potts-Starks have decided to retire in.

The trip felt… uncomfortable.

Happy of all people tried to get Peter to talk, in the most awkward way imaginable. Eventually, Happy would only shoot him sad glances, not at all grumpy, until Peter quietly asked him to give him some privacy for now (of course, not rudely). The boy didn’t even listen to music while he delved into New York City. Save for new stores and buildings, for the most part it didn’t look so awfully different to the human eye.

But Peter knew better than that. He sees more than the average person did. And that’s a curse.

It certainly is with Peter here, in this party that he should actually care about.

The teen gets to see Tony with the biggest smile on his face, despite the scars and the metal arm he built himself. He gets to see Pepper and Morgan, now relieved that Tony is not trapped in a hospital bed anymore. Even the… Guardians of the Galaxy have come along, like they’ve been Tony’s friends this whole time, despite the events that initially brought them together, and those that separated them as well.

Everyone is fine.

They’re exhausted and hurt, but they’re fine, because for now they celebrate.

Peter, however, has nothing to celebrate. When he should have.

This feels like Liz’s party, but at least back then Peter had Ned with him. At least things were easier. Not better , but easier .

What makes this all worse is that everyone is trying.

Like Happy did in the car, Morgan is constantly taking his hand and grinning at him with her adorable dark eyes, trying to lure him into her antics – she’ll whisper in his ear to beg him to be Spider-Man and grab all the juice pops for her –, and then Pepper immediately finds them and she will reassure Peter he doesn’t have to do anything the little “burglar” says, so Morgan will pretend to be innocent and she’ll run somewhere else. After this, Pepper is sweet and attentive towards Peter, smoothing his brown curls like she’s always done this, like he’s been her child from the moment he was born. While Rhodey likes joking with Tony, the former is incredibly soft and patient with the boy, telling Peter he can always tell everyone to stop smothering him, half-joking, half-meaningfully. Finally, the Star-Lord, who’s apparently also named after Peter, tries to sound like his cool older brother/cousin figure, only for him to end up sounding even more unaware than Uncle Ben, since Quill hasn’t been to Earth in forever. Everyone laughs when Peter accidentally implies that Quill is an old man since he has no idea how smartphones work, for a guy that has a spaceship and everything.

Admittedly, talking to the Guardians of the Galaxy kind of helps Peter get distracted from his haunting thoughts, since he ends up acting like a guide to them, in cultural terms. So you’ll basically find a teenager showing a group of aliens – and animals (as Peter eyes the walking raccoon that does not like being called a raccoon) – random memes. Drax doesn’t get the majority of them, and he demands explanations. Honestly, nobody but Groot gets it, even if all he says is “I am Groot”.

Peter never had a chance to know these guys better, as they all had to face Thanos and save the universe, so… this is nice.

That is, when Morgan steals Peter again – as well as the blue girl with black eyes, Nebula, if he’s not mistaken – to beg him to know when they’re going to play and get the juice pops. Suddenly, all the Guardians tune in and Drax “the Destroyer” is all for doing justice for the “Iron Daughter”, which draws Pepper’s attention, Tony’s and Rhodey’s laughter, and Happy doing his best to not let chaos rule the house, even if he might be secretly laughing as well.

And Peter is just… there .

He has been just there from the very beginning and… there’s nothing left for him to do.

This shouldn’t be upsetting. Peter should be laughing with them. He should be happy that Tony is alive. He should be grateful he’s here with him and everyone else.

But he isn’t.

He can’t keep pretending.

Peter flees the scene when he’s sure no one will notice, so he’s outside by the lake, facing the distant buildings he’s grown up with. The teenager already wonders how in the hell he’s going to leave without asking Happy, because he certainly doesn’t want to cause any more trouble for them. Peter does have his homemade suit with him, since it’s a habit he’ll never grow out of, but again, there aren’t any buildings in this area, and trees aren’t exactly stable enough for web shooting. Not to mention how expensive a cab would be to leave such an isolated place.

In the middle of his overthinking, a presence approaches, somehow undetectable by his enhanced senses at first.

“You’re leaving?”

It’s… truly not the voice you’d expect.

Peter turns around to find Nebula, who observes him with a knowing look… yet not judgmental. She doesn’t look confused by him leaving, either. She just pointed it out.

He opens his mouth but he only makes weird noises instead of words, hiding his cell phone since he’s already been caught, and fidgeting nervously.

“I- I-I dunno,” Peter manages, “I just…”

The arachnid teenager truly has no idea what to say. Every excuse he can come up with only sounds more and more dickish.

Nebula hums.

“Although you smiled the entire time, and were even socializing well with others…” Her eyes are deep like outer space. “All you wanted was to escape.”

Peter bites his lip. Nebula doesn’t sound like she knows the whole truth. Once again, she just observes and wants to confirm her suspicions.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

Nebula shakes her head. “You don’t need to apologize for wanting to escape.”

Peter frowns, looking down.

“I-I don’t want to be ungrateful, I know everyone wants me to be here and- and you’re all trying really hard to make me feel comfortable, but…”

The cyborg crosses her arms, yet again, not in a way to make him feel bad.

Peter sighs. “I just feel like I don’t belong.”

His voice sounds wet and broken. Honestly, he’s been wanting to cry the moment he stepped here.

“These past few months have been so hard for me,” the boy opens up, despite Nebula being basically a stranger to him. “I already have to deal with the fact I turned into dust and woke up five years later. I have to get home and realize nothing is the same, I realize how much I’ve lost. People have moved on from me. And yet I have to go to school and be a normal boy like none of the things I mentioned ever happened. A-And then, I almost lost Mr. Stark, and he was isolated in the hospital this entire time… the staff told me I had to be his actual family to visit him.” Peter sniffs, drying his eye with his sleeve. “And even though I know Mr. Stark and Mrs. Potts would do everything to include me in their family, I still… never went after that. It doesn’t make sense, does it? I’m hurt that they didn’t let me see him… but I also didn’t have the heart to tell them I was hurt. Not to mention seeing him in that state… I don’t think I could handle the sight.”

Peter doesn’t look at Nebula at all, though he’s aware she’s listening in silence the whole time. She seems to have stepped closer to him, but they keep a fair distance from each other. He half realizes Nebula seems to have… glitter on her face, probably thanks to Morgan. He would have laughed if he weren’t breaking down.

“Like, even the Guardians are way better at this than me! At being their family!” Peter resumes. “It’s like they’ve been Mr. Stark’s friends since forever, like they weren’t dead for FIVE YEARS or the fact that they barely know him!”

He hates how childish he sounds right now, how needy and spoiled he is for being upset about all of this; especially after just admitting that he never bothered to tell Mr. Stark what he wants.

Peter dries his tears because he doesn’t want them to be seen, to be discovered, even if Nebula looks like the best person to keep secrets.

“S-See? The problem isn’t them, it’s me,” he says, angry. “They want me to matter, but it’s pointless. I’m not worth anything, ‘cause I can’t do anything right.”

He only remains cleaning his face meaninglessly with his shirt while Nebula is quiet, maybe shocked or sympathetic, he doesn’t really know. Peter also makes sure nobody else is watching them, which thankfully seems to be the case.

Either way, the boy dries the water and snot until his eyes shut up… besides Nebula finally saying something for once.

“... you are not the problem.”

Peter frowns. “What?”

“You’re not the problem,” Nebula repeats patiently.

“Why?” He’s too distraught to apologize for the slight lashing out.

Nebula, however, is unfazed by the reaction.

“I… never had anything,” she starts. “Thanos stripped everything away from me. And when he killed half of the universe… somehow I managed to have less than nothing. But then… I had Tony.” Nebula is the one looking away, staring at the lake. “We were the only survivors.”

Peter watches her not shed a single tear.

“It only lasted a few days, but they felt so long. We were out of food and gas. Even still, he made sure to look after me. We even played games together. He… praised me. Tony barely knew me and yet… he liked me,” Nebula contemplates. “And he was going to die. I knew I couldn’t do anything… but I did what I could.”

She pauses.

“After we were saved, I thought he’d be better off without me. I knew he had a family,” Nebula admits. “But whenever I was available, I’d find myself getting repairs and updates the most carefully I have ever witnessed. I’d find myself drinking… hot chocolate. And sometimes babysitting Morgan. So… I ended up being part of his family, I guess.” She shrugs affectionately, a shy smile even surfacing there. “I never thought I’d be part of a family. The Guardians didn’t convince me otherwise, not at first. It was Tony’s.” She stops again. “It might not look like it, but to this day, I still believe I don’t deserve to be here. I don’t deserve to be taken care of. I don’t deserve Tony loving me the way my father never did.” Now her voice is the one which breaks.

Peter watches her this whole time, without breaking down again. Nebula seems to be tough, but at the same time she’s being very vulnerable right now. She ends up letting out a deep sigh.

“What I mean is… you have every right to feel hurt or alone, or out of place. That does not make you a bad person. That is not your fault,” Nebula reassures him. “And most importantly, you deserve help for that. You deserve love.”

Peter looks at her with his well-known puppy eyes, like Tony would call them.

He wants to say something – he should, but not sure what it’d be.

The blue cyborg stands awkwardly next to him, probably feeling the same way, especially after the two of them opened up so deeply like that. Nebula likely believes that she might have not helped much, hence why she’s going back to the house without a lot of certainty (or she’s really not the best at socializing, given she’s, you know. An alien).

When she’s about to leave, Peter finally lets out:

“Hey, Nebula?”

She merely turns around.

“Th… Thank you,” Peter smiles, “for looking after Mr. Stark.”

Nebula’s expression manages to soften even more. If she weren’t a cyborg, Peter is almost sure her cheeks would be red.

She nods, not saying anything. She doesn’t have to for Peter’s grin to widen.

Now, he’s rather unsure what to do. Maybe he’ll stick out here for a while, throw rocks to the lake with his super strength and see how far they can go. He doesn’t get to decide with Morgan coming back… only she’s on Tony’s lap.

“Petey! Aunt Nebula!” The little girl smiles. “Where were you? You should’ve seen Mr. Drax falling asleep in just three seconds! Without any bedtime story!”

“Mantis had to stop the big guy before he ripped our fridge apart,” Tony explains, smirking.

“Are you okay, Petey-pie?” Morgan asks, worried.

“O-Oh.” Great, that question. Why is he so obvious? “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, Morgan.”

“It’s okay. Daddy says everyone needs some good cry every now and then. And at least you weren’t alone!”

“Yeah,” Peter sniffs as he briefly smiles at Nebula.

He feels too embarrassed to look at Tony back, knowing the older man is staring at him with those big concerned eyes of his.

Due to the heavy silence, Nebula suddenly walks to Tony to talk to Morgan, her low voice softening and even sounding playful. Just vaguely.

“What do you say we prank Drax while he’s asleep?” Nebula suggests. “We could put some glitter on his face, too.”

Morgan gasps, excited. “Yeah! He’s a Guardian of the Galaxy, so he needs to shine reeeeally bright!”

“That’s right,” Nebula smiles, picking the girl up.

“Are you coming, Petey?” Morgan wonders.

Before the boy can even open his mouth, Tony speaks for him.

“We’ll be right back at you, Morguna,” he winks at her. She returns the gesture, so Morgan hugs Nebula, who seems completely alright with the affection. When Peter first met her, he never thought the cyborg would be so sweet with children.

Only for the teen to realize, he’s alone with Tony. Perhaps the first time in so long. They feel like strangers even if Tony tries not to leave that impression.

The last time they were together… Tony was dying in front of him, and all Peter wanted was to hold onto him, because he couldn’t handle losing someone else. It had felt like losing Uncle Ben all over again, and Peter wanted to push everyone else away to save Tony, to cry and mourn, and beg him to stay, to not leave him.

Peter can only understand how Nebula must have felt when she also thought she’d lose the only person that ever made her feel loved.

Tony is back.

Then why isn’t Peter happy?

“Pete?”

He can’t even look at Tony.

Peter is so ungrateful.

“Hey, buddy… you don’t need to hide your tears from me,” the man says softly. “You don’t have to be fine for my sake, or anyone’s sake.”

Peter knows that, and it only makes him want to cry harder.

When Tony approaches him, while still not directly touching him, Peter smells wood, which is… quite new for him. That and a shampoo that screams “Dad” shampoo. However, he smells the same oil and coffee that brings Peter back to their lab days. It brings him back to the nights the boy stayed over at the Compound, watching movies with his mentor, accidentally falling asleep on the hero’s shoulder, and not realizing it until he was wrapped up in a blanket and too tired and comfortable to move. It reminds Peter of when Tony put a hand behind his neck, his fingers running through the former’s curls, as the teen was being crushed by the weight of his grief, the weight of bullying and loneliness. It reminds Peter of when he felt loved despite the entire world telling him otherwise.

Everything has changed so much now, but in the end… Peter can still find some of the old smell of home.

He’s… home.

It doesn’t look like it, at all.

But he’s home.

And he loses it.

Unlike in the battlefield, Peter rushes to Tony’s arms before anything bad happens to separate them again. Before anything and anyone can take Tony away from him.

“I’m sorry!” Peter sobs, “I’m sorry, I missed you, I thought you’d–!”

“Hey, hey, hey… it’s alright, Peter.” Tony just soothes his back up and down. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Peter weeps, “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh… you have nothing to apologize for. Nothing, do you hear me?”

Tony sounds so incredibly patient that it only has Peter cry more in his shoulder, at this point too out of it to apologize for wetting Tony’s dad-looking sweater. Peter just buries himself in his mentor’s shoulder, wanting to be wrapped up in his home again, to feel like he belongs somewhere again. He’s missed this so damn much…

“I missed you,” Peter whispers, voice high like a child’s. “So much…”

Tony laughs wetly, squeezing the teenager in his arms, and kissing his head many times. “I missed you too, kiddo. You have no idea.”

His right arm is a little more solid than the rest of his body, but it’s still the same arms that have always loved Peter. The arachnid isn’t hugging the armor this time. They’re not fighting an evil overlord. They’re home again.

Tony just calms him down and never once complains about how long it takes. He’s willing to stay forever if Peter needs it. Truly, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve… a father like Tony Stark.

Although he’s grateful, the black hole in him aches again, absorbing his joy. That’s how his life feels most of the time.

“I’m sorry,” Peter repeats.

“Peter…” Tony sounds pained.

“N-No, I mean it. You were all doing everything to welcome me, and I just… didn’t say anything. I just left.”

Tony just looks heartbroken, his flesh and mechanical arms wiping some of Peter’s tears for him.

“I thought…” Peter gulps. “I thought of leaving without anyone knowing. I didn’t feel right staying in there. Ever since I came back, nothing has felt right, but it feels like I’m expected to live like I didn’t literally die . A-And even though you’re trying to help me feel less alone… I still feel alone. And that’s not your fault.”

His mentor looks like he’s about to hug Peter the same way he did when they reunited, only for the boy to say more.

“I-I guess I’ve always felt like this, but… I still felt like I had something, before this all happened. But now, I don’t have anything and I feel like everyone has lived on well without me. You might try to include me, but… I can see it. I see how you guys interact. How… better you are without me.” He sniffs grossly. “The Guardians were gone for five years too, but they’re having so much fun, celebrating your return. I know I should be, too. I-I’m so relieved you’re back home, Mr. Stark,” Peter insists. “B-But I don’t feel like… I’m home. It’s like I lost it. Forever.”

The boy lowers his head, staring at the dirt, the ground reminding him of his own demise. He’s stepping on it like… he belongs there.

“I-I f-feel like… like…” Peter cries, scared of Tony’s reaction, “like maybe I shouldn’t have come back.” He feels so much like a little kid. And it makes sense, doesn’t it? Peter didn’t grow up with Tony. He’s stuck in a teenage body when he should be a young adult. “M-Maybe I… I should have just stayed dead.”

With the way Tony’s hands stop gently touching Peter’s face, the latter is sobbing furiously again.

Maybe now, he should leave.

Leave and never return.

Peter never wanted to admit these thoughts to anyone, because they just make him realize how much of a horrible person he is.

When his instinct tells him to run and hide, and never – ever – return, Tony’s left hand stops him, grabbing his arm firmly but not to the point of hurting it. If anything, it seems to shake silently.

“M-Mr. Stark, l-let me go,” he begs.

“You’re not better off dead.”

Tony is quiet and gentle, yet he appears to be close to breaking down, too.

“I-It doesn’t feel like it,” Peter bites.

“I know.”

The way Tony speaks… the way he’s rubbing Peter’s arm…

The boy wants to reject it, but he can’t.

“Let me help you, Peter,” Tony quietly pleads.

“Nobody can help me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why hasn’t it gotten better? Why do I keep losing everyone and- and everything? Why does life just get worse every time I think it’s going to get better?”

“Because it sucks. I know it does.”

Tony is behaving a lot like Nebula right now. They both speak from experience. Only here, Tony doesn’t explain where it comes from. Maybe because, right now, it’s not the focus.

“I’m…” Peter lowers the defenses. “I’m so tired, Tony.”

“I know, Pete.”

Like this, Tony is hugging him again.

“You can rest now,” he promises.

Peter cries once again, and it only hurts even more. Yet somehow, the crying is less desperate and loud. It’s more… here , if that makes sense.

He knows more than anyone that this is not enough for the black hole inside him. Nothing is enough for the black hole.

Still… Tony is able to quiet it down.

With just this one hug.

So, Peter just holds onto it.

It's true, then. That sometimes, a hug is really all you need to know that things will be alright.

--

They don't even notice the time pass until the Guardians come to say goodbye, though they almost retreat in respect, seeing that Peter and Tony were having a moment. Peter is the one who reassures them it’s alright. Each of the Guardians comforts the teenager in some way. Quill even suggests they should cruise in space some of these days, whenever he feels like escaping Earth. Obviously, with the glare Tony gives him, Quill ensures that Peter will have all the resources needed, including some great taste in music, or so he says. Either way, it… doesn’t actually sound like a bad idea.

Nebula promises she’ll keep visiting as well, or at least make video calls in case she’s stuck out there. She also tells Peter to keep in touch with her whenever he needs. He smiles and raises a hand for her to shake. She returns both gestures, and hopes he gets to feel better soon.

Rhodey and Happy still stick around the lake house while the spaceship flies away, mostly so they help Pepper clean the house. Peter would’ve helped, but Morgan takes his hand to show him his room. Not her room, but… his . Tony sighs dramatically that she ruined the surprise, but he joins the duo to what appears to be an untouched bedroom.

Morgan tells him to close his eyes and not peek.

“I have enhanced senses, Morgan,” Peter gently reminds her.

“Then turn them off!”

The boy giggles. “Okay, okay.” He even covers his eyes with his free hand.

Obviously, he can’t turn his senses off, but he keeps it up for her.

The room smells… very clean.

“O-kay, you can look!” Morgan instructs him.

When he sees…

He gasps.

Besides the exact same Star Wars posters he had at the Compound – and some new –, there are hand-made drawings of Spider-Man shooting webs. They’re all signed with Morgan’s name, and some appear to include Nebula’s as well. There are a couple colored lightbulbs, red, blue, and yellow gold, hanging in the ceiling, and then… Peter notices a few pictures by the other wall, most of which feature Peter and Tony in the lab, or whenever Pepper or Rhodey were able to capture them sharing a sweet moment.

But what really has Peter laugh and almost cry again is a photo of a small Peter Parker in the Stark Expo, Uncle Ben picking him up and laughing like his nephew was his whole world. The little boy, his true identity hidden behind an Iron Man mask, is pointing his toy repulsor at May, who took the picture while she also laughed like an angel.

“What do you think, kiddo?” Tony asks.

Peter laughs more, quietly. “I-It’s… It’s perfect.”

“I’m gonna design my own suits for you!” Morgan states rather determinedly.

“Oh, I would love that, Mo,” Peter squeezes her in a half hug, making her giggle. Meanwhile, Tony is looking at his kids with the proudest gaze he’s ever given someone.

Tony eventually leaves to help Pepper and the others, allowing Peter and Morgan to interact more properly. She shows him the books, comics and graphic novels she helped her father pick for Peter. Some of them were also hand-made stories about Spider-Man and his adventures, including his antics with Iron Man. As Morgan reads them to Peter (she sits on a chair next to his bed), the latter is very much invested. He knew that Tony probably told Morgan those stories, since they were all specific and familiar to Peter. Her comics bring the biggest smile to his face.

It feels like the day will never end, in the good way, when Pepper arrives (only she doesn’t interrupt them just yet, also looking like she probably took a picture of them like this, since she has her phone in her hand) to tell them it’s Morgan’s bedtime. Tony is next to his wife with curious eyes while the woman asks Peter if he’s going to stay overnight, as Happy is ready to leave and take him home if he wants.

As he lies in his bed, Peter… shakes his head.

“I’m already home.”

Tony looks like he’s about to cry at any moment, while Pepper and Morgan smile affectionately.

“You can come home whenever you want or need, okay?” Pepper touches his hair softly again.

“Okay.”

“Now, say good night to Peter, sweetie,” she tells her daughter.

“Wait! Can I kiss Petey good night?”

“Sure you can, Mo,” Peter smiles.

Thus, Pepper helps Morgan reach his forehead, her little lips touching it like it’s precious. Peter returns the affection with a smooch on her cheek.

“Nighty-night, Petey-pie,” Morgan says.

“Good night, honey,” Pepper kisses his head next.

“G’night.”

As the two leave, Tony comes in, silently, wearing a… Mandalorian hoodie. Mainly one where he’s protecting Grogu, if Peter is not mistaken. Tony doesn’t come to kiss him good night just yet.

“She read you the stories of Petey-pie?” He teases.

Peter snorts. “She’s the only one allowed to call me that.”

“You don’t have much of a choice here.”

They don’t really engage in further with the snark competition, not as Peter holds the blanket as if someone is going to take it away from him.

“Y-You’re not going to bed?” Peter asks.

“Yeah… but I still felt like my kid needed me. Guess you’re not the only one with Peter Tingles in the family.”

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately. Even then, Tony always sounds so… certain when it comes to the boy.

“This… might sound stupid, I dunno,” Peter gulps, “but… I d-don’t wanna wake up and… lose this, y’know?”

He expects Tony to reassure him that Peter won’t lose anything… only to come across the most tragic expression in the universe.

“... me neither,” the man whispers, likely something not even Pepper and Morgan know.

Peter doesn’t know what to say… other than shyly scooting over to the side.

Tony smiles sadly.

Once again, they haven’t cuddled in forever, and Peter forgot how good it felt.

“I missed my clingy spider-son,” Tony sighs in relief.

“Like you’re not clingy yourself.”

“Remind me again who’s the one being literally stuck right now?”

“Hmmmph,” Peter grumpily replies. Tony’s laugh feels contagious.

The former hesitantly touches the latter’s metal arm, then his brown eyes find Tony’s hairless right side, burnt skin now dark red, somewhat dead. Peter wonders if it hurts.

Tony, as usual, notices.

“Hey, you’re the one who needs attention here, bud,” he reminds him softly.

Peter looks away. “It’s different.”

“And it’s still valid.”

“Y-Yeah, but…”

Peter shakes his head.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, kid.”

“No, it’s not, I keep–”

“You keep being your best self, that’s what. And I’m very proud of you, Peter.”

The teen has lost count of how many times he’s wanted to cry today. He has cried since coming back, but never like this – maybe because Peter wasn’t even allowed to cry, or he didn’t feel like he was allowed to.

Peter clutches the older man’s hoodie, afraid of what just came to mind.

“What?” Tony questions.

The boy shrinks.

“W-When… When you…” Peter swallows. “When you snapped your fingers… d-did you want to die?”

Tony doesn’t tense at the question. If anything, he… relaxes?

“No. I didn’t want to lose Morgan, or Pepper… I didn’t want to lose you again. When I saw you crying for me… damn, kid. I felt like throwing Thanos far away to the other side of the galaxy, just to tell you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he replies, not sounding snarky in the slightest. “But there were many moments where I should’ve died. Moments where I thought… dying was the only option.”

Peter contemplates.

“What made you… not die, then?” He wonders.

Tony hums. “I never actually wanted to die.”

Something in the boy aches while hearing that.

“I was taught to believe my life was worth nothing. Even when I became Iron Man… they all told me I had to die to make peace,” Tony continues. “I still thought that when I was in the hospital. But every time I saw Morgan and Pepper, and Rhodey and Happy… every time I remembered Nebula was there for me in my darkest moment, and every time I remembered you were finally here and we could be together again… it gave me more strength than anything. It made me realize… that was the whole point. That’s the point of living. You get to live with people you love. You live to become someone you love, too.”

Peter remembers when Tony took away his suit, the way he was more disappointed than angry.

“That’s not a road that ends, nor is it an easy one. Mine began late in my life, but it’s worth every single mile.” Tony cups Peter’s face so they look at one another. “I’m sorry yours have been this bad, kiddo. I promise I’ll do what I can to help make it easier for you. I hope you get the breaks and support you need. Please, remember that you can count on us, for anything, even when it doesn’t feel like it.”

The moment Peter sniffs, Tony is cradling him like in those nights the boy had nightmares and needed to be comforted. Peter can only cling back with everything he has.

“I’m sorry,” he says either way.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Tony never gets angry. “One day, you’ll see that you don’t need to apologize for being you. One day, the emptiness will be easier, and calmer.”

At this point, Peter knows better than to get his hopes up.

But then…

Tony kisses his forehead and adds, “We’ll be here to help you see that day.”

And just those mere words seem to take away the tensions and calm the hungry, angry black hole in him.

Peter knows it’s just going to bite him back and make him question everything. But right now? He wants to believe Tony. Because it’s Tony Stark, because he’s a genius and a hero, and…

“... I love you, Tony,” Peter mumbles, muffled by the Mandalorian hoodie.

Somehow, the hero manages to hold him even closer.

“Love you too, kiddo.”

And just like before, Tony’s cuddles are the only way to make Peter sleep.

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #morgan stark #ironfam #nebula #mcu nebula #death tw #suicide tw #suicidal thoughts tw #depression tw #grief tw #abuse mention tw #long post #fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[themculibrary]

Fics In Which Dogs Are Involved Masterlist

A Pit Stop (ao3) - RavenstonWriting steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky are on their way to Clint's for dinner, when Bucky convinces Steve to make a pit stop.

dogs are not our whole life (but they make our lives whole) (ao3) - sheisraging steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: They got a dog. It had to happen sooner or later.

dogsitting (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Peter is dogsitting Lucky for the day, trying to convince his parents to let him get a dog.

Entangled With You (ao3) - thorsbruce bruce/thor G, 960

Summary: in which bruce’s dog and thor’s dog entangle the owners in their leashes.

Half a Minute and Thirty Seconds (ao3) - mrasaki clint/phil T, 18k

Summary: He’s not hiding, he’s on vacation. (and adopted by a dog.)

Honey (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/sam T, 1k

Summary: Steve surprises Sam with an adorable birthday present.

In Service (ao3) - dapperanachronism bucky/clint T, 13k

Summary: "Have you ever considered getting a dog?" Sam asks a few days later. It turns out, Natasha knows a guy who trains Service Dogs.

iron dog (ao3) - hailfire_73 pepper/tony, happy/may T, 3k

Summary: Ironfam goes to the beach

Peter and Morgan hunt for seashells and find a dog instead

L & Bucky (ao3) - neverfinishe bucky/clint T, 1k

Summary: There’s a point where Clint realizes that the two most important individuals in his life have names that rhyme and end with -ucky.

Muza (ao3) - sara_holmes bucky/clint T, 12k

Summary: Where Bucky decides that he does not have time for looking after a puppy because he can barely look after himself. Clint has other ideas.

New Tricks (ao3) - OddityBoddity steve/bucky M, 18k

Summary: The one where Bucky busts up a dog-fighting ring.

Peter "What Dog?" Parker (ao3) - coconutknightshade N/R, 2k

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Project: Get Bucky Barnes a Dog (ao3) - ruxian steve/bucky G, 9k

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not have a dog. Bucky Barnes does not want a dog.

Sam thinks that should change.

Bucky does not agree.

Puppy eyes (fanfiction.net) - Polaris Stella G, 6k

Summary: Peter finds a puppy, in an alley and his need to help, forbids him to abandon it. Therefore he decides to bring it to the Stark Tower - without permission. Peter now has to find a way to keep the puppy hidden from Tony. How hard can that be? Well, when you're cursed with Parker-luck, it can be VERY hard. Luckily he has two Gods to help him, but what is the cost?

Tony Gets a Dog (ao3) - tamaranianprincess pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony gets a therapy dog and names it after a certain someone.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #fluff #pets #dogs #dogs masterlist #masterlists

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

For the ask game MARVEL

blorbo : Peter Parker but also Tony Stark my beloved dilf and OG blorbo. fun fact the first time I cried over a movie was in the theatre seeing Endgame when he died 🥲

scrunkly : Peter and Mantis they’re just. *SQUISHES WITH LOVE AND ANGST*

scrimblo bimblo : I want to say Sam Wilson but honestly Captain America isn’t (or shouldn’t be) that underrated anymore so Pietro Maximoff 🤍

glup shitto : IF HARLEY KEENER APPEARS IN ANYTHING YOU WILL EITHER HAVE AN ONSLAUGHT OF REACTIONS OR NOTHING FROM ME AT ALL BECAUSE I WILL BE DECEASED. DEAD.

poor little meow meow : Wanda Maximoff LET HER BE UNHINGED

horse plinko : look it’s not my fault the entire Ironfam is so whumpable…

eeby deeby : fuckin grape Thanos I’d fuckin tear him apart if I could

#thanks for the ask!!! #Ayce <3 #Asks #marvel

[sturionic]

Hello! I just finished reading Golden Hour for like.... the fifth time, and the last part hit me so hard all over again because the entire ironfam gets to be chaotic and happy and Peter is 19! And even though the fic came out in 2020 I'm 19 now :') and it just made everything more meaningful for some reason haha

Thank you for writing such a wonderful fic

Man this ask really made my day 😭 It's so lovely to know that people are still reading and enjoying my Spidey stuff. Thank you so, so much, @freckledmountain !!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#ask

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #141

Fic where Peter gets outed as Tony's kid (bio, emotional, adopted, etc) but from Ned's perspective

What is that day at school like? Do classmates swarm him or mostly keep ignoring him? Does he get followed by paparazzi outside of school? What do his teachers say? What kinds of questions do people ask? What articles or social media crap does Ned read?

Also, how would it feel to witness the aftermath of Peter's inevitable breakdown ("why would The Tony Stark ever want me to be seen as his son" and/or "every father figure I have dies") and Tony's equally inevitable breakdown reassurance ("why would YOU Peter Parker ever want ME to be seen as YOUR dad" / "I'll be fine hush it's okay you're stuck with me now") -- from the outside? Like, what would those phone calls with Peter be like?

#banging on table: MORE OUTSIDE POVS OF CLASSIC FICS #MORE OF EM #GIMME #irondad fic ideas #we stan ned a true legend #mcu did you dirty bestie #we will get revenge #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #ned leeds #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #spiderson #ironfam #queueueueue #weekly reminder that I love you all but am too busy to be human :) #fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want I just won't see them for a while #see announcements

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Tony rolled his eyes, whispering conspiringly to Peter. “He was born to be a socialite housewife.”

I've been thinking of this because I can really see it you know. Stephen being the socialite housewife and managing all of Stark's charity event 😁

Do you have more headcanon for socialite housewife Stephen?

I had to sit on this one for a minute so I could be sure to give it my FULL. ATTENTION. as it deserves.

Stephen is THAT BITCH who can do it all. Neurosurgeon. Happily married. Kinky. Classy when he needs to be. Throws the BEST dinner parties. How does he do it?

It's because he's Better Than You

and he knows it

Tony knows how to throw a fun alcohol-filled birthday party. But when you need class? when you need to impress business partners and raise money for a charity? when you need TUXEDOS????? Stephen's on it.

he knows every caterer in town, every florist, every jeweler, every rental service you can need and he's on good terms with everyone. he might be an arrogant bastard, but he was raised on a farm by blue-collar parents. he tips VERY well and knows how to treat workers with respect and it pays off. if he unexpectedly needs enough alcohol and catered dinner, WITH diet-friendly options for everyone, THAT NIGHT, he gets it.

uses his eidetic memory to memorize every last detail - who eats what, who's having an affair with who, who's friends and enemies with who. he can manipulate everyone without them even knowing because they expect him to be too arrogant and loud, and don't realize how subtle he can be.

collaborates with Pepper to get information on anyone and anything they need, handles potential investors and business partners, makes allies well, gets info. out of the other "wives", and is far more involved in S.I. than anyone realizes (including Tony)

has one of those flouncy widow of a rich man dressing gowns

it's blue

so. many. diamonds.

#asks #ironstrange headcanons #from the top #ftt #ironstrange #stephen strange #headcanons #tony stark #ironfam #ironfamily

[hopefulcanary]

For the minifics - A with tony??

little post-IM2 thing, I hope you like. sorry for the mess, the rambling prose & grammar abuse, no beta bc who's got the time???

there's a brief reference to his captivity in IM, like, half a sentence, just forewarning.

A. Fire, Flames, or Excessive Heat The sunlight that slanted across the pool was too bright, a photo-flash smear over the still water that hurt to look at. Beyond the railing, the Pacific ran a straight shot to the horizon under a haze that blurred sea and sky, muting everything but the scorching rays.

Early June wasn't usually that hot, the kind that felt like standing beside a blast furnace, oppressive and inescapable. To make matters worse? The unseasonable heat of early morning had the audacity to ripen with a side order of grotesque humidity. By mid-afternoon, everything was sticky, damp, and generally unbearable within seconds of stepping outside.

Tony hadn't felt like swimming in forever.

Ten months ago it was over a bottle of wine, an eyebrow waggle and a lascivious suggestion to Christine. She rebuffed him, probably insulted him while she was at it, but he was happy trading barbs on the way to bed. It was foreplay, the snapping of sparks to kindle greater flames. Maybe she regretted it before she started, before she crowded him against the car door, or while she fought gamely with his belt and pushed him into the mattress, but he understood, in that way of his that was all ruthless pragmatism. He'd regret sleeping with himself back then, too.

Anyway, yes. Sun, sea, the sultry, windless day, the glassy pool, everything limned in hard angles, the sharp demarcation of shadow and light. Swimming, and thoughts (or lack) thereof. Tony knelt at the edge of the tile and dipped a hand under the water's surface with very scientific intent, the shock of cold just that: cold and clean, far removed from dark, stifling caves and unwanted, lung-burning dunks.

"Oh, yuck," Pepper declared of the heat behind him. She came outside in a glorious whirling breeze of cool air conditioning, swathed in crisp white linen against the scorching day. Her chic sunglasses were tipped up so she could squint at the ocean, though her gaze soon swept to Tony, watching as he straightened and flicked water from his fingers, a delicate shake of the wrist. Her eyes were bluer than the sky itself, clearer, brighter, crinkling at the edges with an open fondness he yearned for, yet still found himself getting acquainted with. At least now, he'd shaken the notion that he should look behind him, where she was surely gazing at some other, worthier version of himself.

Not prettier though. He felt he had that on lock.

"Going for a swim?" She nodded toward the pool, giving the wide spread of glinting turquoise water a dubious glance, and felt her skin already pinking in the heat. Tony rose to his feet and plucked at his shirt collar, making a little wafting motion that didn't do much for cooling, just peeled soft cotton from damp skin.

"Maybe. Hey," he began conversationally, closing the slim distance between them, "Do you have your phone?"

Pepper rolled a shoulder back toward the house and glanced with it, indicating its location just before she sensed his intentions. "Inside, why-"

Her alarm came too late, the wide O of her mouth delighting him. "Ohh don't you dare-"

Tony swept Pepper up before she could squirm away, and through her pitched shriek she was laughing when he tipped them both merrily into the pool.

#Pepperony #tony stark #pepper x tony #asks 4 june #ask game #my writing #I love them ok #Fic #loosely termed I mean #ironfam #not taking crit heads up #just to cover one's ass

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Ironfam prompt (if ur open to doing more like this??) Mainly Harley and Peter.

The first time Harley finds out Peter's ticklish and hes absolutely RELENTLESS with it. Trying to find every one of Peter's spots. And if Tony happens to walk in on them, he just points out Peter's ticklish spot and leaves them to it xx just lots of fluff pls (if u feel comfortable x)

Older Brother Tickles

Summary: See prompt above :)

(I hope this was fluffy enough Anon ❤️ Enjoy :))

"Get back here Peter!"

"No!"

"Get back here so I can tickle you!"

Peter put the coffee table in between him and the older boy. "You've already tickled mehe!"

Harley moved to one side. "You can have tickles more than four times a day!"

Peter backed the other way. "Noho!"

The older boy smirked. "Do you not want tickles?"

Instead of responding, the younger teen blushed darkly.

"That's what I thought."

Peter bolted.

Harley hurried after him. "You can't run forever!"

"Shut uhup!"

"What's wrong? Nervous?"

"Noho!"

As the two boys ran into the kitchen, Peter's socked feet caused him to slip and tumble to the floor. He tried to jump back up, but the slip gave Harley enough time to jump on top of him.

"Gotcha!"

"No!" The young teen squirmed. "You meanie!"

Harley used his knees to pin Peter's knees. "Shut up so I can tickle you."

"Why do Ihi hahave to shut uhup?"

The older boy spidered along his surrogate brother's sides. "Because I know what you want so shush."

Meanwhile, Peter bit his lip as he tried to hold back his giggles.

"Now you want to shut up?" Harley dug into Peter's ribs. "Now you stay quiet?"

The young teen squealed before dissolving into loud laughter.

"There it is." Harley spidered around Peter's ribs. "Was that so hard?"

"EEP! BITE MEHE!"

"That comes later."

"HARLEEEY!"

One of the young teen's knees hit Harley's back, causing him to pitch forward. "Oof! Pete."

"Sohorryhy."

The older boy smirked. "If you wanted me to get your neck, all you had to do was ask."

"Wha-? EEEE!"

Harley nuzzled his face into Peter's neck. "Rrrrrr!"

"YOU JEHEEHERK!"

"Hmm, what was that about biting?"

Peter's eyes widened. Before he could stop him, his surrogate brother began nibbling along his neck and his ears. He even added in some fake snarls and growls to keep the kid in stitches. "You're way too cute to be a big bad superhero."

"What are you two doing in here?"

Both boys snapped up to see Tony leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

"Hi Tony."

"Tonyhy hehelp!"

The older scientist smirked. "Are you tickling poor underoos again?"

Peter growled. "Shuhush!"

Harley snickered. "Where'd you find this kid Tony?"

"Same way I found you." Tony squatted beside the duo. "I left the front door open and he wondered in."

Peter stuck his tongue out at the older two.

"Wow, even his sass is adorable," Harley teased.

"Harlehey!"

Tony pinched the young teen's cheek. "Stop being so cute then."

In response, Peter tried to bite the hand.

"Hey." Harley poked his surrogate brother's side. "No cannibalism."

The older scientist patted Harley's shoulder. "Unless you're the tickle monster then cannibalism is fair game."

The older boy smirked. "I could use a snack."

Peter's squirming picked up even more. "Stohop givihing hihim ideheas!"

Instead of answering, Harley turned to Tony. "Any recommendations?"

Tony stood. "I recommend the tummy."

"Tony!"

Harley scooted down. "I haven't tried there yet."

"His belly button's the worse."

Peter blushed even more. "Hohow abohout yohou stop talkihing!"

"Shush Pete, this is important information."

"Enjoy your snack, but you may want to add some raspberries to your meal."

"Tonyhy yohou suUUUCK! HARLEY!"

While Tony continued his route out of the living room, Harley started nibbling and blowing on Peter's tummy. The older scientist was so dead when he got out!

Granted, the young teen could easily pull his hands free to stop the attack. He definitely could.

Harley seemed to sense what the teen was thinking because he stopped to give Peter a smirk. "You can stop me at any time, but you won't."

Peter growled. "Can Ihi hahave my hahands back thehen?"

The older boy let his hands go. "If you yank my hair, I'm repinnig them. Kapesh?"

The young teen rolled his eyes. "Kapesh."

"Great, now let me finish my snack."

Once again, the living room filled with laughter and squeals as Harley devoured Peter's tummy. All while Peter kept his arms wrapped around his upper torso and away from Harley's hair.

#lee peter 1 #ler harley #ticklefic

[peterparkerincorrectquotes]

Okay so you're probably going to hate this, but I think about it constantly. Peter with spider habits. If there's a fly or mosquito, he will snatch it out of mid air and squash it with no thoughts at all. It's basically a reflex. He's now allergic to peppermint and garlic which sucks because garlic bread is the best and he cried for like three hours after finding out. He hangs out in corners all the time. Corner of the ceiling, corner of the floor? Doesn't matter, Peter is there just chilling.

“...Oh and also bug spray, but I didn't have enough characters for that in my last ask, he can't wear bug spray.”

NOOO NOT THE GARLIC D:

•  I think spider habits are absolutely inherited after the bite. Maybe not allergies, though, since his abilities and recovery speed are INSANE. Like, maybe he’s allergic to mint or smth, but he INSTANTLY recovers. Those allergies are like... spicy food to him. It burns for a minute or two, but then he gets over it and keeps eating. 

Peter: *stuffing his face with garlic bread*

Tony: Aren’t you, like... allergic?

Peter, mouth full: Yeah! I can’t feel my face!! Now pass me that mint ice cream!!

Tony: 

*nervously passes him the ice cream*

•  And sitting in corners??? Bet he already did that. Not on the ceiling, obviously, but corners are nice places to sit, even if you’re not a spider. 

•  The grabbing bugs mid-air idea is so funny. Like, imagine thoughtlessly snatching a fly out of the air, then you just cringe because GROSS NOW YOU HAVE BUG GUTS ON YOUR HAND?!?!?! No thanks. Honestly, he would probably use a web-shooter to snatch them. Then, yEET. He throws it out the nearest window. 

•  Bug spray is tough. He can get along fine while banned from wearing it, since he reflexively kills/catches bugs anyway, but he also can’t be near people who DO wear it. It SUCKS. Like, when he goes camping with the Stark family or something, he just... dies. 

Tony: Morgan, c’mere! I need to spray you with bug spray!! 

Peter, screaming from across the campsite: 

•  Between bizarre allergies and a keenness for catching bugs, I have NO idea how his classmates wouldn’t notice this kinda shit. Guess they just think he’s THAT kid, so they’re like

#the real horror is that peter ate mint right after garlic bread #gROSS #mcu #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #ironfam #irondad #spiderson #spider man #iron man #irondad and spiderson #memes #🐡 hc ask #ask 🐡 #kindagaybutnotgayenough