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Can people please give me some Child!reader fics 🙏😭 I think I've read them all. I NEED CHILD!READER FICS, I NEVER GOT TO HAVE A CHILDHOOD. I need them all
Kid!reader, Toddler!reader, baby!reader, child!reader, teen!reader, platonic!reader. JUST GIVE THEM TOO ME.
Tony Stark is a genius. Everyone is aware of that. Especially Peter. Every lab day Peter is a witness to the incredible mind of Tony. Sadness creeps into Peter's soul. Tony graduated MIT at his age and he's still in high school. Peter feels stupid messing with his web shooters or doing his homework while Tony is working on a high tech suit right beside him.
Tony finding out all of this and starts to asks obvious questions to Peter or getting things wrong on purpose so Peter could help him out.
"Why didn't I think of that!" He would say. "You're a genius, Pete."
It's all worth it to see Peter simply beam at the words of encouragement.
The lab at Stark Tower was a place of marvels and wonders, a playground for the brilliant mind of Tony Stark. For Peter Parker, it was like stepping into a dream every time he entered the space, filled with cutting-edge technology and projects that pushed the boundaries of possibility. Tony had generously opened up his lab to Peter, giving him access to resources and knowledge that most could only dream of. It was an opportunity Peter cherished, but it also came with a shadow of insecurity.
Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of comparison whenever he was in the lab. Tony had graduated from MIT at a young age, a certified genius with a reputation that spanned the globe. Peter, on the other hand, was still in high school, juggling homework, Spider-Man duties, and his passion for science. Despite his own intelligence and creativity, Peter often felt inadequate, especially when he watched Tony effortlessly working on advanced suits and groundbreaking inventions.
One day, as they both worked side by side—Tony on a new armor upgrade and Peter tinkering with his web shooters—Peter couldn't help but glance over at the holographic schematics Tony was manipulating with ease. The complexity of the designs was awe-inspiring, a testament to Tony's genius. Peter sighed softly, his shoulders slumping slightly as he returned to his own project. His web shooters, while innovative, felt trivial in comparison to the high-tech marvels Tony was creating.
Tony, ever observant, noticed the change in Peter's demeanor. He had seen the way Peter's eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement when they discussed new ideas, but lately, he had sensed a shift—a shadow of doubt creeping into Peter's usually bright expression. Tony decided it was time to address it, but in a way that wouldn't make Peter feel uncomfortable or self-conscious.
As they continued to work, Tony suddenly paused, scratching his head and frowning at his holographic display. "Hmm, I can't seem to get this right," he muttered, loud enough for Peter to hear. "I'm trying to recalibrate the energy distribution in the suit's new power core, but it's not balancing out. Something's off."
Peter looked up, surprised. It was rare for Tony to vocalize uncertainty, especially about something technical. He hesitated, then spoke up, his voice cautious. "Maybe the load distribution is uneven? Could the power core's output be fluctuating because of an imbalance in the energy conduits?"
Tony snapped his fingers, as if struck by a sudden realization. "That's it! The energy conduits! Why didn't I think of that?" He turned to Peter, his expression one of genuine appreciation. "You're a genius, Pete. That's exactly what's happening."
Peter blinked, taken aback by the compliment. He felt a warm glow of pride, a small smile creeping onto his face. "I just thought it might be something simple," he said modestly, though his heart swelled at the praise.
Tony nodded, diving back into the schematics with renewed vigor. "Simple solutions are often the best ones. I get so caught up in the complexities sometimes that I overlook the basics. Thanks, Peter."
The exchange left Peter feeling more confident, but Tony wasn't done yet. Over the next few lab sessions, Tony made a point of asking Peter for his input on various projects, sometimes posing obvious questions or feigning confusion over a detail. Each time, Peter would offer his thoughts, and Tony would respond with genuine enthusiasm, often exclaiming, "Why didn't I think of that?" or "You're a lifesaver, Pete!"
It wasn't long before Peter started to realize what Tony was doing. At first, he felt embarrassed, thinking Tony was just humoring him. But as he reflected on it more, he understood that Tony wasn't patronizing him—he was boosting Peter's confidence, helping him see his own worth and intelligence. It was Tony's way of reminding Peter that he belonged in the lab, that his contributions were valuable.
One day, as they were wrapping up their work, Tony turned to Peter, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, Pete, I might be good at this whole genius billionaire thing, but you bring something unique to the table. Your perspective, your ideas—they're fresh, innovative. Sometimes, all it takes is a different point of view to solve a problem."
Peter felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of Tony's words sinking in. "Thanks, Mr. Stark," he said, his voice earnest. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough, you know? Like I'm not living up to the potential I should have."
Tony placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Peter, you're doing more than enough. You're still in high school, for crying out loud, and you're already making breakthroughs and saving the city. Don't compare your journey to mine or anyone else's. You're on your own path, and you're going to do incredible things."
Peter beamed at the encouragement, the self-doubt that had been gnawing at him finally starting to dissipate. "I guess... I guess I just want to make a difference, like you do."
Tony smiled, giving Peter's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "And you will. Trust me, you're already well on your way. Just keep being yourself, keep exploring, and don't be afraid to make mistakes. That's how we learn and grow."
As Peter left the lab that day, he felt lighter, more confident. Tony's words echoed in his mind, a reminder that he didn't have to measure up to anyone else's standards. He had his own unique talents and perspectives, and that was enough. The lab was a place of innovation and creativity, and Peter realized that he had just as much right to be there as anyone else. With Tony's support and encouragement, Peter knew he could achieve great things—both as Spider-Man and as Peter Parker, the budding scientist.
Ok but what if Peter finds all of those children's drawings Tony keeps and finds one he sent to Iron man after being saved by him at the Stark expo and tells Tony he was the one who drew that.
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