Peter, like every Gen Z person, has a TikTok account where he shamelessly reposts Iron Man/Tony Stark thirst edits.
Yes, he was his mentor and kind of his friend, but he wasn't going to deny that the man was insanely hot and also his celebrity crush since forever; he couldn't help it!
Oh, and he also reposted videos about being in love with an older man and things like that.
Besides, he only had his friends added on TikTok, and Mr. Stark certainly wasn't a fan of that kind of thing, so... it was okay, no body no crime.
It was a Saturday morning at the Avengers compound. It was a often thing for Peter to spend his days and weekends there, since of course, Mr. Stark had made him a room in the building. Thought, to be fair, it was meant to be to him live there full time but he rejected.
Peter had been up a while ago and was now at the kitchen island with a half-eaten bowl of cereal while taking one last look at a video he had recorded with Ned about the last Star Wars Lego set that they recently assembled, and he was planning to upload it on TikTok. He wasn't a person who posted regularly only occasionally like now.
Everything was quiet; he was too focused on his phone until...
"What are you doing?"
He almost jumped out of his seat and his phone almost crashed against the island's marble.
"Oh- holy shit! Mr. Stark" He sighed in relief, placing his hand on his chest as he looked at the man behind him— way too close. "You almost scared the hell out of me."
"Language."
"Sorry."
Tony raised a brow. "I thought your spider-senses warned you about this kind of thing."
"Yeah, well, my senses only warn me of possible danger, and you, Mr. Stark, are certainly not a threat."
The older man looked at him for a few more seconds, then let out a small laugh and ruffled his hair.
"Fair point, kid." he said. "But seriously, what were you doing?" He nodded towards Peter's phone.
"Oh, this? Just uploading a TikTok."
"A what? A Tik...Tok?" he repetead, confused. "What's that?"
"They are like short videos that you can upload or watch on the app, also called TikTok. Here." Peter said, handing over his phone and showing him his uploads. There were only five videos: one with Ned, one with MJ, one with both, and two solo ones.
"Looks like the video diaries you used to make with your camera."
"Well, kinda. You can actually upload whatever you want, It's more like the YouTube shorts videos or the Instagram reels."
Tony formed his mouth into a small "Oh." apparently getting the idea as he began scrolling through the "For you" page.
"Interesting." he muttered, eventually handing the phone back to Peter. "God, now I really started to feel like an old, outdated man"
Peter shook his head and laughed. "I don't think the owner of the most advanced tech company in the world counts as a outdated"
"But you don't deny the old man thing? Ouch, Parker, watch your tone."
The two laughed and continued chatting casually. Tony ended up joining Peter for breakfast.
A normal morning.
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Monday.
He had started the day with the worst subject, literature. I mean, he didn't hate the subject but Miss Brooke certainly wasn't his favorite teacher, too boring and her explanations seemed endless.
Thank God— he always sat in the back even though unlike Ned who always fell asleep in class or Mj who was surely in detention (voluntarily) sketching in her notebook, he paid attention or well, he tried to.
Suddenly, Peter's phone buzzed.
The screen phone was upside down, but he flipped it over to check what it was.
ts3000 has started to follow you.
It was a notification from TikTok.
Peter raised an eyebrow; nothing unusual. He'd been getting more followers, likes and stuff lately.
Before he could unlock his phone, a sharp voice cut across the room.
"Is your technological device more interesting than my class, Parker?"
"Oh, no! Sorry, Miss Brooke. No, it it's not."
"Well, in that case, put it away, or I'll have to take it away from you. This was the one and only time I'll tell you this." the teacher slammed her fist on Ned's desk. "Leeds, you better wake up and pay attention, or you're leaving my class."
His friend blinked awake, startled "Huh-? Yes, ma'am. Sorry."
She gave them both a last glare before returning to the front of the class. A few classmates snickered.
Finally, the class ended; recess arrived and Peter met up with his friends in the cafeteria
Then— his phone rang; it was a call.
"Mr. Stark."
What? What was he doing calling him at this hour? At school? Had something happened? An emergency?
He quickly excused himself from his friends and headed to the nearest restroom to answer.
"Hey, Mr—"
"So you like older men?"
"What?"
"Men twice your age who could easily be your father, boy."
"W-what? What are you talking about, Mr. Stark? I don't understand-"
"I know what you share on that 'TikTok' app, kid. I started following you a few hours ago, and you didn't follow me back. Rude. Do you know how many people would die for a follow from Iron Man on social media?"
This couldn't be happening.
"You... you have TikTok? Since when?"
"Since today. I wanted to be on the 'same page' as your generation, only to find out that you've got a thing for men like me. Specifically me"
Oh no, no, no.
Then he remembered.
"ts3000 has started to follow you."
ts.
ts = Tony Stark. THE INITIALS OF MR. STARK'S NAME! ! !
"Wait! N-no, it's not what you think; I-I can explain!"
"Don't start to give me the whole 'it's not what you think' crap! It is exactly what i think and you know it. You love watching hot videos that my fans make about me, don't you? And leaving comments like 'he is so fine' or 'I want him,' huh?"
"A-ah, i-i—"
"I'm sending Happy to pick you up. Be ready"
"Wait, what!?! I have class! I can't leave just like that!"
"Of course you can. I called your principal. He's fine with it. You and I need to talk. In person. Now."
"Mr. Stark, i-i'm so sorry, seriously. You weren't supposed to find out like this. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll do whatever to make this up, just- I'm so sorry."
"Uncomfortable? Oh no, Peter. I'm flattered, actually. And make this up? Don't start giving me more ideas that i already have for you, kid..."
Flattered? Ideas? For him?
"W-what? What do you mean, Mr. Stark?"
"How much do you like me?" "Everything you said in those comments and all the videos you reposted... were you for real?"
"i-i'm not i-"
"Be honest, Peter, be completely honest. Don't lie to me"
Fuck it.
"I-i like you a-a lot, Mr. Stark. And y-yes, I was for real, everything was for real."
There was a sharp inhale on the other end.
"Everything?"
"Everything."
"Fuck—" he growled. "You have no idea what you do to me..."
Was he...?
"Happy's on his way. You better get your round cute perfect ass in the car when he arrives, or I swear l'Il regret the restraint I'm trying to have."
"What do you mean by—"
"You want me? Fine, You've got me, I will give you everything you want. But you better be a good boy for me. I'll be waiting for you, don't make me regret it."
Oh my god, oh my god, it was happening! Mr. Stark was giving him... A chance? Yes, he was.
"Y-yes, yes! I'll be good, I promise."
"Good."
Tony ended the call.
This was going to end with a very happy ending. (😏😏😏)
(sorry again and again for my bad english, not my first language- ugh)
~ mystisophia 🍒

















