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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 7 months
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Soft Irondad cuddles, anyone?
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ljlokijinx · 11 months
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Peter desperately trying to explain to Steve his dynamic with Tony bc Tony is in a meeting and the rogues are back and Cap heard him and Tony exchange 'I love you'
Peter: okay so I adopted him and now he's my father-
Steve: wtf
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fotibrit · 8 months
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The avengers have been hiding something from Thor and Steve for years. Everyone is in on it, and they've successfully held this secret for as long as they've all been living in the same building...
The kitchen. Everyone has been hiding the fact that the Avengers living quarters have TWO kitchens, Thor and Steve are only aware of one. The second one is much better hidden and far better stocked. Thor and Steve are the only ones of the entire group who do not have Kitchen Clearance 2 (its written on their ID cards. they haven't noticed yet)
The problem comes when Tony's new intern meets the group for the first time, and his guardian INSISTS on cooking for the crew. The intern, forgetting its a secret, let her into Kitchen 2, and shortly afterwards a cloud of smoke that smelled like rotten eggs and burning billowed out the door.
A meeting was held and new ID cards printed for the very small group of people that new had access to the brand new Kitchen 3
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qu1nns-cha0s · 4 months
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Peter totally forced tony to watch hamilton with him. the only reason tony agreed was because it was their weekly meet up
tony says that he feels indifferent about it, but he’s of course lying. he loved spending time with his intern.
edit: they both totally got emotional at section where lauren’s was pronounced dead, and tony almost threw his Starkphone at the TV (aiming at hamilton) when the song “say no to this” started playing
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cricket-reader · 5 months
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Christmas Cookies
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Summary: Peter Parker has a sensory overload at the Avengers Christmas Eve gathering. He worries that the heroes he looked up to all his life will think less of him if he shows how affected he is by the sensory input, so he doesn't say anything.
Warnings: anxiety, sensory issues, slight self-worth issues/insecurity
Word Count: 817
A/N: Today's prompts from @amonthofwhump were sensory overload, temptation, and decorating cookies. Enjoy!
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Christmas is in full swing at the Avengers Tower. Garlands and lights are hung around the rooms, Christmas trees set up in the lobby and common room. Stockings for each Avenger and guest are hung near the electric fireplace. Tony got them each stockings that were hero-themed. Even Bucky had a White Wolf stocking.
Wanda is making gingerbread cookies, Pepper is making sugar cookies, and Clint is making the frosting, sneaking tastes every now and then. Bucky and Sam are arguing over how they should make the jambalaya (probably just for the sake of arguing with each other).
Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha are watching Home Alone, Tony having told them that no one should go their whole lives without watching arguably the best Christmas movie. The rest are chatting around the room, catching up with each other.
Peter Parker is seconds away from a meltdown.
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darceyym0 · 5 months
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Another cute irondad fic that’s a super easy short one shot to just make u smile is:
Official Stark Industries Handbook by Reesachan (Clymenestra)
It’s super fun and if ur looking for something quick, this is great.
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ctrsara · 1 year
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Cuddled Out
Peter’s pretty adorable, and pretty indestructible, and the Avengers tend to go just a little bit overboard sometimes.
Another Discord-baby. The idea of the Avengers being kind of aggressive with their affection where Peter's involved (like you have a puppy that's SO CUTE YOU JUST WANNA SQUEEZE IT TO DEATH - but resist) because he's so indestructible, and because he enjoys it, came up, and @yes-i-am-happyaspie, @call-me-coley, and I somehow ended up promising to write the idea (without sharing how we were doing it) with each other, then exchange stories today. So make sure you check theirs out, too! This isn't stuff I usually write either, so a little bit of a reach, like the last few one-shots I wrote! Plus I kept it right at 1500 words, which is also hard for me. :)
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Teaser below the cut.
Peter Parker tried not to bounce too much in the back of Happy’s car. The forty-minute drive to the Compound seemed longer than usual today, but that’s probably because Peter was excited. There had been a lot of missions this month (that he hadn’t been invited to, mostly since he’d been doing term papers and taking finals for the last several weeks) and he hadn’t seen most of the Avengers in weeks or even months. But there was finally nothing going on (that they knew of) this weekend, and Peter had been invited to spend a few days with the team, just hanging out. There was going to be pizza, and games, and science, and movies, and maybe some super-powered Capture the Flag, if Peter could talk Tony into it. 
“You glad your finals are over, kid?” asked Happy with an almost-smile, meeting Peter’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “You’re kinda quiet back there.” Happy used to mostly keep the divider up while they drove, but he hadn’t done much of that since they’d started getting more comfortable with each other. Peter had been surprised to realize that a lot of Happy’s reticence and gruffness actually seemed to be masking some low-level social anxiety. Peter definitely empathized with that. But Happy had been more chatty in recent months. 
Peter smiled back at him. “Right, I’m super glad. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Mostly I’m just excited to see everyone though.”
“I guess you haven’t been around much lately, huh?”
Peter shook his head. “The last time I got to see everyone was like two months ago. I mean, I saw Ms. Romanoff last week for training, and Dr. Banner helped me with my final Chemistry paper, but otherwise…”
“And you’ve seen Tony, of course.”
“Well, yeah. I couldn’t not see him. I just haven’t seen the rest of the team, or been together with them in a while.”
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thegirlsgirlsstuff · 1 month
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HII PEEPS
OKAY SO I AM A HUUGEE IRONDAD THE ENTIRETY OF MARVEL FAN AND AS MY FELLOW FANS WOULD KNOW THE IRONDAD FANDOM IS SEVERELY DEPRIVED OF ACTUAL IRONDAD MOMENTS.
SO WHAT IS THE SOLUTION YOU ASK?
cue the dramatic drums please
*dramatic drums play*
FANFICTIONSS
OFC ITS ANOTHER WAY TO INCREASE YOUR DELULU BUT. DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES AMIRITE?
ANYWAAAY I READ THIS REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD FIC CALLED O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU BY THESKEPTILEPTIC AND MY GOD GUYS YOU ARE MISSING OUTTT THE PETER WHUMP?? PROTECTIVE IRONDAD?? BOSSY AND PRECIOUS AND ALL THINGS NICE MORGAN STARK?? NWH FIX IT TYPE?? ALIVE TONY?? CHECK CHECK CHECK
ITS SOO GOOD I ACTUALLY SACRIFICED A LOT OF MY SLEEP FOR IT AND TRUST ME ITS REALLLY GOOD.
IT ISNT ENDGAME COMPLIANT OR FFH COMPLIANT... OR NWH COMPLIANT BUT. BUT. ITS SOO GOOD
GIVE IT A TRY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT
OKAY LOVE YOUUU BYEE
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littlemissagrafina · 1 year
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Contentment Creeping In
@comfortember Comfortember Day 13. Losing Track of Time + 28. Quality Time
@call-me-coley for you, boo
Summary: Tony paused where he had been dicing goji berries for some smoothies and stepped near the window, watching with a grin as Peter and Morgan jumped from the dock again and again, swimming and climbing out before jumping back in; they did a different pose each time and most of them Tony couldn't make heads or tails of what they were meant to be.
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Ten years ago, if someone had told Tony where he would be and what he would have, he would have laughed in their face. Not just from disbelief, but from not believing that having a family was something in the cards for him.
But here he was, a house full of family and a day planned with nothing but being together and enjoying the summer sun. Something that Morgan and Peter were already doing, if the splashes and delighted laughter coming from the lake was any indication.
Tony paused where he had been dicing goji berries for some smoothies and stepped near the window, watching with a grin as Peter and Morgan jumped from the dock again and again, swimming and climbing out before jumping back in; they did a different pose each time and most of them Tony couldn't make heads or tails of what they were meant to be.
An arm wrapped around his waist and Tony leaned into Pepper, kissing her softly. "Hi, Pep. How's everything looking?"
Resting her head on Tony shoulder, she stared out the window with him. "Rhodey and Happy are arguing over the correct way to turn the patties on the grill and May is watching it all unfold. But otherwise good, were just waiting on the meat to finish and then you can call the kids up."
Tony hummed, kissing Pepper again before pulling away and going back to the berries. "Great. I'll finish up the smoothies and go grab them."
He made short work of blending all the ingredients together, pouting them, and setting it in the fridge for when they were ready to be set out for everyone. He cleaned up quickly and ambled out to the patio.
"Honey Bear! Eta on the burgers?"
"Ten minutes tops, Tones." Rhodey answered, snickering at the sloppy salute Tony waved at him.
Wandering back inside, Tony made a detour for the linen closet, grabbing two swimming towels for Peter and Morgan who had no doubt forgotten to take any down to the dock with them.
He left the house, walking down the path and stopped on the dock, just out of splashing range.
"Hey, Rascals, up and at em. It's munch time." He called to Peter and Morgan.
Peter pulled himself up onto the dock, reaching down and helping Morgan up too. "A little longer?" He asked with a borderline pout, Morgan bouncing in with her own puppy eyes.
Tony shook his head even if it was a bit of a battle of wills. Damn his kids for being so cute.
"Nope, but I promise you guys can come back down and swim as much as you want after you've eaten and let your food settle a bit." 
Peter and Morgan both grumbled but brightened when they heard they could go back later. 
"Now here." Tony dumped the towels on top of their heads. "You forgot your towels again so dry up and we can go eat. We don't need any water walked through the house. Again."
Peter immediately started drying himself off, Morgan looking up at him and copying him. Once they were dry, they laid out their towels to dry in the sun and the three of them meandered up to the house, settling out on the patio with everyone.
They all converged on the table, filling plates and passing bowls and utensils back and forth between everyone. There was laughter and chatter, glasses clinking, and a general hum of contentment in the afternoon air.
Tony sat back in his chair and took it all in.
Rhodey was telling May about the time that he made Tony dress up as a Llama thanks to a lost bet during the MIT years.
Happy and Pepper were debating over the benefit of a security increase at one of the Taiwan branches.
Pete and Morgan were trying to decide on who had made a bigger splash when they had been doing cannonballs.
And Tony? Tony listened.
Everyone ate, conversations mixing and blurring together but Tony wasn't content to just observe. Plates were emptied, seconds dished up, glasses refilled, and still he sat.
He let it all wash over him and he just… stopped. He didn't need to rush off to get anything done in the lab, there was no crisis that needed him, nothing.
So Tony sat and let time slip by as the afternoon drifted into evening and they eventually all drifted inside, gathering on the couches and sharing cakes and sweets between them while they watched a movie. Quiet talking occasionally broke out over the movie, or someone inevitably got kicked or poked with an elbow when someone else decided to change the way they were sitting.
And if you had told Tony that years ago that this would be one and his favourite ways to spend a day, he would have scoffed and moved on.
But now? Now he was happy, he was content.
Everyone was.
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parkerpenny · 1 year
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piece of peace
ao3 link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/45710020
Relationships: Penny Parker & Morgan Stark, Penny Parker & Tony Stark, Penny Parker & Pepper Potts, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Penny and Morgan have an impromptu sleepover post-bad dream while spending Thanksgiving break at the Stark's cabin. Tony is just happy he gets to see Penny be the amazing big sister he knew she would be.
or,
Penny reflects on her little pieces of peace.
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 The sweet sound of chirping birds woke Penny up from her light sleep, a peaceful sound she didn't get to hear in the noise of the city. On the other hand, maybe it was the soft snores of the five-year old that currently had her tiny hand curled around the teenager's well-worn Midtown t-shirt.
   Penny was spending her Thanksgiving break with the Stark's at their lakeside cabin, a "well-deserved, all-inclusive vacation," according to Mr. Stark after a successful month and a half at MIT. Of course, by "all-inclusive" he meant free food, which appealed heavily to the girl after experiencing the mediocrity of dining hall food and midnight ramen.
  She was overjoyed to spend more time with the people she grew to think of as her family, with May and Happy making their way to the cabin that afternoon along with some of the Avengers for Thanksgiving dinner. As far as she knew, Steve and Natasha were making an appearance, as well as Clint and his family, and Rhodey of course.
    Her attention was brought back to the present by a small yawn, stifled by a tiny fist. Morgan had had a bad dream during the night, and instead of seeking out her parents, she had knocked gently on Penny's door and asked to stay with her for the rest of the night. Penny was surprised that the girl had come to her first, and didn't hesitate to scoot over in her bed, patting the mattress for Morgan to climb up next to her.
     Penny had missed Morgan so much while she was away. It wasn't a huge amount of time to be separated from each other, but the young Stark had been insistent on calling her big sister every night to update her on every single detail of her day, right down to the intricate details of which stuffed animals and dolls attended her latest tea party.
   Penny grew up without siblings, so at first she had no clue how to deal with the fact that this innocent little human being wanted to look up to her and idolize her. It took all of two days for Penny to think of the girl as her very own little sister, and she knew in her heart that she would do anything to protect her, should anything ever happen.
     Tony had told Morgan bedtime stories about the adventures of Iron Man and Spidergirl after Penny had been dusted five years ago. He wanted the girl to grow up knowing about her big sister, the sister he never dared hope she would get to meet, but a man could dream. To keep Penny's memory alive, the memory of the girl he saw as his own daughter, in his youngest child. The day they first met, Morgan had immediately run up to her talking a mile a minute and asking her questions about her being a  "super secret superhero."
     After some hesitation on the teen's part, unsure of where she fit in after basically coming back from the dead and being desperately reassured by Mr. and Mrs. Stark that she was just as much a part of their family as Morgan, Penny looked forward to every second she got to spend with her new sibling. She felt honoured to be a part of a family, and adored being able to watch Morgan grow up, helping her with her Kindergarten homework and playing with her in the yard. The girl pretended, for Tony's sake, not to notice the way he got misty-eyed whenever he watched the two girls interact with each other. Penny knew the lengths he went to so that he could get Penny back from the Soul Stone, and she cherished every minute she got to spend with her father-figure after almost watching him die on the battlefield.
    "Penny? Are you up, Penny?" a soft voice grabs her attention from beside her. "Morning, Mo. Did you sleep okay?" Penny brushed the little girl's wild bed head out of her face, the toddler looking up at her with the same brown eyes as her dad. "Yeah, of course I did! You kept the monsters away." she whispered, and Penny's heart melted. She smiled and ruffled her hair, hearing footsteps outside her bedroom door.
    A soft knock came at the door, and after telling them to come in, Tony peeped his head in the door before opening it wide, revealing himself and Pepper. "Daddy!" Morgan wriggled out of Penny's bed and stumbled sleepily towards her parents. Penny just laughed and sat herself up.
   "I noticed a certain little monkey was missing from her room so I figured this would be the best place to check." Tony bent down to pick up his daughter. "Hey! I'm not a monkey, daddy!" Morgan faked a pout. "Well last time I checked, you are currently hanging off of me like a monkey, care to explain that one, Maguna?" The toddler giggled and reached out for her mother, Pepper taking her into her arms. "Good morning, sweetheart, and good morning to you too, little bug." Penny scrunched up her nose, but smiled at the nickname Pepper had given her ages ago, remembering the first time the woman had said it while she was sick and staying at the Tower before the Snap.
    "Morning, Mrs. Stark!" Penny said while rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Pepper sighed, clearly wanting to correct her to just call her by her first name, but recognizing a losing battle when she sees one. The teenager definitely shared the same sense of stubborness as her husband, and once again she finds herself wondering how they aren't actually related by blood.
   "I'm heading down to start breakfast, I'll see you two downstairs." She carries Morgan toward the kitchen, leaving behind Tony and Penny. "So, kiddo, should I be offended I didn't get invited to the surprise sleepover?" Tony ambles over towards his oldest daughter, sitting down at the foot of her bed. "Morgan had a bad dream, she came in and asked if she could sleep in my bed, so we had a little slumber party to keep the monsters away."
     The older man got that look in his eyes again, the soft one that she sees whenever he sees his two kids together, and really whenever he sees her or Morgan any time. There was a mix of joy, peace, disbelief, and so many other emotions that Penny didn't feel like putting a name to. He had changed a lot while she was gone, Penny guessed that having a kid would do that. At the same time, he hadn't changed one bit. He was more emotional than before, more willing to show how he was feeling and to express it outwardly. Penny was a very tactile person, so she would never turn down the more frequent hugs, the "I love you's" that were said out loud instead of being implied through gestures and actions over words. 
  It was the first thing he said to her, after she had come through the portal at the Compound. He had held her face in his hands, gently as if she might disappear again, and pulled her into a hug so tight it was almost crushing. "You're here, you're really here, you're real and you're here and it worked. I love you so much, you're my kid, and I love you so much, Penny." He had said as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough, voice barely above a whisper.
  "You're a great big sister, I always knew you would be." Penny looked at him, a smile on her face. "I'd do anything for Morgan. She's the best." Tony smiled back and patted the girl's shoulder. "Just like her sister, of course." He stood up, ruffling the teen's hair quickly. "Pep's making pancakes, better get up quick before Little Miss eats them all herself."
  Penny pushed the blankets away, standing up as Tony walked over and waited by the door. She slid her feet into a pair of slippers that May had knit for her before she went to MIT and met her father-figure in the doorway. He slid an arm around the girl and Penny curled into his side, relishing in the comfort of a hug of her childhood-hero-turned-almost-dad. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "Ready, Underoos?"
  She heard the telltale sign of a car pulling up in the driveway. Someone must have arrived early, she was guessing it must be either May and Happy or Rhodey. She smiled to herself, looking forward to spending the day with her family. Not a single person was related to her by blood, but that didn't matter. They loved her and she loved them all in return, and they looked out for each other. At the end of the day, that's what was important.
  She felt a pang of grief in her chest, thinking of everyone she's lost. Her parents, her uncle Ben. None of whom would be here to celebrate Thanksgiving with her. But she knew that they would be proud of her, and would want her to be happy with the family she found for herself. She knew they would always be with her, even if they weren't really there. So she turned her focus back to Mr. Stark, grinning at the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen and the sound of footsteps coming up the porch.
  "Ready, Mr. Stark."
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lemonlillybee · 2 years
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Y is for Yummy
Title: Y is for Yummy 
@halloweenie-event Prompt: Pumpkin Pie
@flufftober Prompt: Secret Family Recipe
Summary: Tony and Peter bake a pie together
Word Count: 496
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“Are you going to let me take a look at that recipe?” Tony leans over and makes a show of trying to see what’s on the notecard Peter is holding. Peter grunts in protest and slaps it face down against his chest, his fingers pressing hard against the worn, discolored paper.
“Nope! It’s a secret family recipe.”
“It kind of sounds like it’s the recipe from the back of a can of Libby’s pumpkin puree,” Tony laughs, and Peter laughs along with him, sneaking a peek at the notecard in his hands before pressing it back against his chest.  
“Yeah, um…May says it’s…it’s from my mom,” Peter replies, his voice growing quiet. 
“A true Parker Pumpkin Pie, then, huh?” 
Peter blinks a few times and shakes his head a little. “Yeah, if you don’t keep trying to change things up. Just listen to my instructions, I know that’s hard for you,” he smirks, then expertly ducks to avoid the dishtowel that comes flying in his direction. 
Once they get the pies into the oven, Peter tucks the notecard into his back pocket and dumps all of the dishes into the sink to soak. He hops up onto a stool at the kitchen island and Tony sits next to him, sliding close until their arms are almost touching. Pushing his sleeves up before he leans forward, elbows on the counter, Peter rests his chin in his hands and stares at the oven. He’s lost in thought for a moment, eyes glistening slightly as they reflect the light from above the stove. There’s a smudge of flour on the side of his nose, and Tony’s pretty sure the tiny dots across his forearm is pumpkin, bright orange and nearly the same size as the light freckles scattered across his skin, not yet completely faded from the summer.   
Tony leans over slightly, nudging Peter with his shoulder. “You’re the messiest baker I’ve ever worked with, you know that?” 
Peter looks sideways at him, nostrils flaring like he’s trying to hold in a laugh. 
“You’re the nosiest person I’ve ever baked with,” he counters. Then, “thank you.” 
“Anytime Roos,” Tony replies softly. “Although, if you really want to thank me, a piece of pie would do the trick.” 
“Why do you think we baked two pies?” Peter asks, eyes twinkling. “But we’ll have to wait for it to cool before we can eat it. Parker Pumpkin Pie is best served chilled. With whipped cream. A lot of whipped cream.” 
Tony nods. “Alright then. Go pick out a movie for us to watch. I’ll get the pie out of the oven when it’s done.” He checks the timer on his watch, then looks up to watch Peter head to the living room. “And please, do not make me watch Star Wars again.” 
“Star Wars? Okay, if you insist!” Peter calls back, his laughter filling the air like music, and Tony rolls his eyes and grabs the oven mitts, his smile wide.
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 3 months
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Make Yourself at Home by happyaspie
No Archive Warning Apply | Rated G | chapter 5/6 | Irondad. May Parker and Tony Stark Friendship | Platonic Relationships | Found Family | Reverse Trope
Summary: In most stories, Peter tends to make himself at home in Tony's penthouse. They have sleepovers and movie nights, and Peter has everything he needs right there.
Instead, I present to you: Tony gradually finding a second home within the walls of the Parkers' apartment.
[5 Times Tony made an excuse to visit the Parkers' home. And one time the Parkers made an excuse to visit Tony's]
[Excerpt Below the Cut]
The first time Tony showed up at the Parkers’ apartment, it was an impulsive decision. The formally rogue, semi-forgiven Avengers had moved back into the tower and within a week he’d needed a reprieve. Upon that realization, Peter and May’s faces had popped into his head. He didn't oppose it. He simply took off without so much as a text to announce his pending arrival. Although he did have the foresight to buy a bottle of wine before showing up on their doorstep. It was no Romanée-Conti, but he supposed the tiny corner store could only offer so much. With little debate, he’d snagged the priciest moscato off the shelf, paid a whopping twelve dollars and trekked his way up to the Parkers’ front door.
May cracked the door open, just wide enough to see into the hall. “Tony?” she questioned, then rapidly shut the door. The sound of the security chain being released could be heard on the other side. Less than a second later, the door reopened. May stood there for a moment, her eyebrows bunched together in a way that made it look like she was mentally assessing the situation. “Peter left for patrol about an hour ago. Was he- did he forget you two had plans?”
With his hands tucked neatly behind his back, Tony rocked casually onto his heels. “Nope. Just thought I’d stop by.” He brought the bottle of wine to his front, held up forward and smiled. “I bought wine.”
May’s expression shifted as she accepted the bottle of cheap wine. She still looked thoroughly bewildered, but amusement was starting to shine through. “I- Okay.” She blinked, took a few steps back, and held the door wide open. “I’ll grab some cups.”
Tony took that as an invitation and entered the quaint entryway. May led him though the small open living area. He glanced around, debating where to sit. There is a round wooden table with mismatched chairs on one side of the room and a well-loved brown couch on the other. “Table?” he asked, as May disappeared into the narrow galley kitchen.
“Sure! I'll be right there.”
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ljlokijinx · 9 months
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Peter after his class continuously makes up dumb conspiracy theories about him, while on a field trip to another state: I am going to commit a murder.
MJ: Wait until you cross the border, taking a corpse between states costs money.
Peter, on a phone call with Nat: I was going to commit a murder, but I'm too poor.
Nat: Just cremate the body.
Peter: You know what? You're right. MJ? Is there any wood nearby?
Tony, listening to the convo bc they were on loudspeaker: Nat please don't encourage murder-
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idk-bruh-20 · 9 months
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Irondad fic ideas #148
You know those homework assignments where you have to interview someone in your family and then write an essay about their responses? Fic where Peter's class is told to interview their dad / a father figure in their life. 
Peter decides to interview Tony. But, he doesn't want his class to accuse him of lying, and he definitely doesn't want Tony to know what the assignment is about. 
So for Tony, Peter makes it seem like the assignment is just to interview anyone. Then, he carefully chooses questions to ask that are domestic and personal enough to avoid any mention of superheroes, celebrities, or so on. The few details that do slip through he just leaves out of his final essay.
For the class problem, Peter solves it by referring to Tony in the essay exclusively as "dad"
Unfortunately for Peter, the teacher then announces a part 2 to the assignment. Right after collecting the essays, the teacher says they will now need to bring the people they interviewed to school for their presentations
Peter has pretty much decided to not even mention it to Tony and just say his dad is busy. But then Flash has to open his big mouth. 
He accuses Peter of just making his assignment up, loudly reminding the class that he's an orphan. Peter clarifies that this father figure thing is a new development, but now the teacher looks suspicious
Peter is going to have to ask Tony to come to his school. And he's going to have to explain why the class will be full of kids and their fathers
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qu1nns-cha0s · 3 months
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Crack fix idea i’m probably going to write soon
Aunt may and Tony Stark co-parent peter a lot, so it’s common for tony to have to take care of him for the day. this has been happening ever since civil war, so tony’s still getting used to taking care of peter.
then, out of the blue, may drops peter off at the tower in a rush. normally tony wouldn’t be worried, he gets having to spend days away for work, but—
“wait, may, i can’t this week—“
but aunt may is already out of the drive way.
and then tony has to explain to a room full of avengers why a 14 year old kid is staying the night at the tower, and he’s totally not related to tony at all, but he has to take care of the kid.
cue the avengers and tony trying to figure out how to take care of a kid together.. but for a whole two weeks. pure chaos.
oh yeah, and for funny, bucky is there as well. he’s probably the only one who knows how to take care of a small kid (because of steve), asides from natasha and clint
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fotibrit · 2 months
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Forever bitter that tony and peter didn’t have enough time alive near each other to become the kind of duo that isn’t tooth-rotting it sweet. They didn’t have enough time to stop trying to impress each other. and the result is everyone believing that, if their relationship HAD been expanded upon, they would have been just as sweet as ever, forever.
That is a teenage boy from queens, and a billionaire whose main coping strategy is being rude, and the only reason they’re so close is because they’ve both lost most of the people who were SUPPOSED to take care of them, or teach them about the world. Tony’s idea of fatherhood is aggression and resentment. Peter’s idea of Son-hood is loss and grief, and expecting abandonment.
They had enough screen time to decide they cared about each other, and enough time to become close. But i don’t think they would have ever been the tooth-rotting duo that i see in a lot of fandom spaces.
they didn’t have enough time to be angry at each other, to have typical fights about chores and growing up. They fought over lives lost, over business, but not over whether the AC was the right temp. And maybe this is speaking to my own experience, but i think those small low-risk fights are SO IMPORTANT for characters to understand each other. The more you trust each other, the more you fight.
So i’m angry that peter and tony didn’t have more fights. squabbles, tiny disagreements about the kind of things teenagers complain about. “there’s enough fighting in the field, they should fight at home too!” they SHOULD.
do you know how much trust it would take for peter to get assertive over something that ISNT life or death? He dosnt do that with everyone. If he’s willing to stop people-pleasing tony, it’s because he’s stopped seeing tony as better than him. which seems pretty damn fluffy to me. Yeah they’re fighting. No, that doesn’t mean that it’s hurt/angst. they’re SQUABBLING. like a FAMILY.
idk. I just think there should be more domestic Irondad fics in which people disagree, and everything is alright. They’re seperate people. they don’t have to always be in harmony. the beauty is that they’re still together while out of harmony. And i wish there was more times where peter and tony argued about something stupid, to show their trust.
irondad don’t have to be sweet. let them disagree
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