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Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@shxrkk
Peter, nervously peeking his head into the lab: Hey, Mister Stark? So, there’s this new horror movie out in theaters called FNAF and Ned and MJ really want to go see it and they invited me, but, uh, the tickets are twenty dollars and May’s saving up for a new textbook and I only have a ten, so-
Tony, already signing a check for 20 million dollars: You said twenty?
Peter doesn’t like getting close to people. His only best friend is his avoidant attachment style.
To be fair, with his past ‘Parker Luck’, it’s not like he has any reason to think the opposite. Anyone he was close with always left. His parents. Uncle Ben.
So, when he finally moves in with Tony (Shared custody with May, of course) the kid is practically itching for any reason to leave.
Anything to get out before he loses Tony too.
The billionaire doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t even really notice. The kid gets antsy, that’s all. He was always like that and it wasn’t anything more… Or so he thought.
That is until Tony, the sarcastic idiot he is, starts making jokes.
He teases Peter. He doesn’t clean up in the lab and it’s “Why did I adopt you again?” or a backpack left in the hallway, a trip hazard waiting to happen and it’s, “I’m throwing it all away, kid. I swear.”
He doesn’t mean it. Gods, why would he ever mean it? He doesn’t even know why he said it. He was just so used to hearing his own father joke like that, he didn’t think twice.
It’s only when he says it one too many times and comes home to find Peters’ room completely tidied that he realizes how much he had messed up.
The posters are gone. The bed sheets are folded way too neatly. Even the desk chair is pushed all the way in. Tony thinks he walked into a damn twilight zone.
It takes him less than an hour to track the kid down. Middle of patrol or not, the Iron Man suit lands on the rooftop where Spider-Man’s perched with a heavy thunk!
“So… What’s up with the room, kid?”
“You said you were kicking me out.”
“What? No. No way— I said I would if you…” And like that, it clicks. Just repeating the words, slower and actually hearing them, he feels sick. He swallows thickly. “…If you didn’t clean up. Pete, I was kidding.”
“…Oh.”
“Oh? Christ, kid! You seriously thought I’d kick you to the curb over some loose Legos?”
Peter takes his mask off, clutching the fabric in his hand as he gestures wildly. “No! Well, yes..? Maybe! I don’t know! I just— I thought it’d be easier!”
“Easier for who? For me? What on Earth— In the entire damn Universe— Made you think losing you would be easy for me?”
Peter’s eyes widen. The words break through the walls that he had constrcuted. The instincts that screamed to leave first before the other got hurt. Because he wasn’t just losing Tony. Tony was losing him too.
“It’s— It’s me-“ He tries to fall back behind the rubble of it all, to demand Tony actually do despise him, but it just comes out choked and desperate.
And Tony wants to scream. He wants to yell until his voice is hoarse and dry, lost to the absolute madness he feels because— Because the kid is right.
It’s because it’s Peter. It’s only because it’s him Tony puts up with this insane cat and mouse chase and it’s only because it’s Peter he will never, ever get tired of it.
It wasn’t any reason Tony would want him to leave. It was the damn reason he wanted the kid to stay.
Peter wasn’t Tony. He was something so, so, so much better. And Tony sure as Hell wasn’t his father. So, maybe he could be better too.
Screaming wouldn’t fix this. It never fixed anything. At least, not in Tonys’ experience. Instead, he just sighs and steps forward with open arms.
“Is that supposed to make me change my mind? White-out my signature or something? Because it’s a pretty lazy case you’re presenting to the court.”
Peter can’t help smiling at the silly thought. He easily falls back into the twos’ banter instead, stepping towards Tonys’ open arms. “I, uh— I’m pretty sure white-out wouldn’t work. I’d still technically be yours. Your signature and all.”
Tony grins stupidly and tosses an arm around Peters’ shoulders, dragging him close and placing a quick kiss to the crown of his head.
“Damn right, it is. Hate to break it to you, kid, but you’re stuck with me as much as you think I’m stuck with you… Now, can we please go home? Your Aunt will kill me if she finds out you were technically homeless for an hour.”
This is just Peter Parker-Stark in a Bio Irondad AU.
They’re at the cabin and Tony’s teaching him how to have a snowball fight because Pepper told them to bond and the kids’ never actually been taught before. Luckily, Tony has plenty of stories from college of his chaotic snowball wars with Uncle Rhodey. He once built a robot in their dorm that automatically dropped a pound of snow on Rhodeys’ head whenever he told Tony the word ‘No’.
The kid starts getting cold— Curse you hibernating instincts— And the two head inside for cocoa with extra marshmallows. Peter likes the rainbow ones. Tony makes sure to never run out.
The fire’s already crackling softly. The couch is a safe haven the two collapse into, blankets and pillows and—
“Is that a Captain America plushie?”
“His shields cool!”
“Nope. Nuh-uh. No. Traitor. You’re killing me, you know? You’re killing your father.”
“Seriously?”
One Iron Man plushie later and a long debate on if Die Hard is a Christmas movie or not, and the two are finally cuddled up and cozy.
Tony likes to think his bonding attempt was pretty damn successful considering the kid falls asleep drooling on his arch reactor.
I’ve heard your “Tony drinks a lot of coffee and Peter doesn’t drink any” headcanons and I raise you, “Peter actually does drink coffee and, scarily enough, he drinks it black. Tony, on the other hand, needs tons of cream and sugar to deal with the bitterness”
Billionaire Tony Stark who has hundreds of people help run his company and other heroes by his side VS. Broke college student Peter Parker who has three broken ribs, a chem final tomorrow, a hope, and a dream
Peter’s not allowed to make “I’m killing myself” jokes anymore after Endgame because it just goes like:
Peter, after a minor inconvenience: Wow. That’s it. I’m ending it.
Tony: I did not invent time travel and lose the entire right half of my body just for your scrawny ass to die AGAIN—
Peter: I’m sorry, you did WHAT—
Headcanon that Peter Parker can’t smile. Not in an angsty, “He’s too sad” way, but in a “Is… Is that a smile..?” way.
After his parent’s death, sure, he lost a little bit of the natural element to it. He wasn’t bursting out giggling when Uncle Ben made some stupid dad joke, he would just smirk and recount it to Aunt May later when she’d gotten back from her late night nursing.
Then, after Ben’s death and the money wasn’t coming in like it used to, with his clumsiness, he probably busted his face more times than May or anyone would’ve liked. And braces were never cheap. So, every school photo from then on was always tight-lipped and halfhearted.
Spider-Man helped. Never having to fake a ‘perfect’ smile made it so easy. It was all in the emotive eyes, really. All he had to do was actually smile and the mask would do the rest for him.
Maybe that’s when it all began to slip. Maybe he had gotten too comfortable. Maybe, just maybe, he was tired of having to pretend when he was finally, genuinely happy. It wasn’t like he got to feel it everyday, anyway.
So, when he’s in the lab one day with Tony, setting up his shattered phone against DUM-E to record an experiment with the man, he doesn’t bother with it all.
He steps back into frame. And he smiles.
It’s big and toothy. A small gap straight down the middle and fangs, sharp and unruly. It even melts into his eyes, squeezed shut as if to mimick the eyes of his mask.
Tony freezes when he turns around.
Disgust? Fear? He knows damn well he could never feel those things towards Peter. No matter how many times he comes downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water and finds the kid hiding on the ceiling in the dark… Though, he will never deny the mini arch reactor malfunction it gives him.
No, this was something different entirely. This… This was real.
Tony knew the difference between some slacky, press smile and the real deal. He knew it better than the back of his fathers’ hand. He knew the way the smile lines ached from pretending for so long and he knew how long he spent in a locked bathroom perfecting it. He could probably recount the hours by the seconds.
When Peter opens his eyes, those seconds faltar.
“What? Is it too much? I— I can be serious. I can totally be serious—“
Tony holds up his hand and the kid’s mouth snaps shut. When he steps forward into frame by Peter’s side, he doesn’t say anything at first.
What was he supposed to say? He wasn’t one with this touchy-feely stuff. Hell, he still practiced that god forsaken ‘Stark smile’ in the mirror every morning. Would it even be worth the risk of sending the kid scurrying back into some mask? Hell, no.
So, he says nothing. He ruffles the kids hair with his own smirk, before resting it firmly on his shoulder.
It feels wierd, at first. It’s not anything flashy. Something secretive he hid away from cameras. Something only for Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy. And now, he resigned, Peter too. But, he smiles.
“Say cheese, kid.”
Tony didn’t build the cabin because he was ready to move on…
He built it because he couldn’t.
The tower was his own personal purgatory. Every room, every hallway, haunted by a kid with ruffled hair and bambi brown eyes.
He’d turn corners and expect to see him standing there. Smiling brightly, as if he was just waiting for Tony to show up. Waiting to rant about something stupid like a pigeon he met on patrol or MJ’s cool new art project he’s doing the photography for.
And then there would be nothing. No smile. No voice.
No kid.
He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t.
So, he did what he did best. He ran from it. He built a new home.
He put Peter’s picture up every chance he got and anytime he turned a corner, he’d at least see that smile.
And he listened to Peter’s reports from patrol on loop as the house lulled into a dull quiet and he’d at least hear that voice.
And he’d pretend that the kid, his kid, wasn’t gone. He just needed to come home.
Tony most definitely told Morgan stories of how heroic and brave and strong The Amazing Spider-Man was.
Her own bedtime stories of a web-slinging vigilante. Stories that always end with the good guy coming home, but when she asks why he isn’t here, her father looks away and hugs her extra tight.
And then she meets Peter after the funeral and is so, so confused because she was imagining this big, invincible guy and it’s just… a kid. He still goes to school like her. He likes chocolate chips in his pancakes like her. He likes building legos like her.
She even asks him. “You’re Spider-Man? But you’re not a grown-up, silly!” As if it’s the most obvious thing ever.
She means nothing by it, of course. If anything, she’s excited! A new friend to hang out with because Uncle Happy is really bad at coloring in the lines…
But something in Peter breaks.
Because, yeah.
He’s just a kid.
He’s barely seventeen years old.
He hasn’t even graduated High School, but he’s somehow managed to die, come back, and save the entire universe before then.
Even with the time skip, he had been nonexistent as the world passed him by. As his classmates went off to college without him. As Mays’ apartment and every memory he had salvaged from his parents and Uncle Ben were sold off. As Mr. Stark had started a family of his own.
And now Mr. Stark was gone.
And seventeen has never felt so young.
Tony and Peter have COMPLETELY different (platonic) love languages. Tony’s are acts of service and gift giving, while Peter’s are quality time and physical touch.
Not a single person around them understands how they work.
Tony hates physical touch. Always ranting about personal space while Clint is leaning over his shoulder in the lab or rolling his eyes when Steve puts a friendly hand on his shoulder during his weekly check-ins.
But Peter? The kid could literally flop on top of Tony on the couch and neither would move a muscle. They just curl up where they are and continue on with movie night as if nothing happened.
The rest of Avengers turn with shocked faces, waiting for Tony to go off. And he just… doesn’t.
And sure, they all stopped by the lab from time to time. But, they knew Tony’s lab time was his time. Hell, even Rhodes and Pepper knew to give him some space.
Then, Peter bounds into the lab— Nearly tripping over his laces and face planting into the floor, Tony adds— And now, suddenly, it’s both Tony and Peter’s time. A guarantee that you could never have one without the other.
If that wasn’t strange enough to witness, Peter couldn’t stand gifts. Not just giving, but receiving too. He never really had the money to buy his own, let alone return the favor when handed a box with wrapping paper and a messy bow. Too polite for his own good, Peter would just find a way to turn them down. No matter how small, it always had some added weight he couldn’t put a name too. One that felt heavy in his hands and even heavier in the pit of his stomach.
So, Tony adapted.
Instead of upgrading Peter’s suit by himself, revealing it with confetti and balloons (His usual methods), he simply made the blueprints and showed the kid how to do it himself.
He knew about Uncle Ben. A few wine nights with Aunt May and the two had grown closer than he thought would ever be possible. (He really hopes she doesn’t share those embarrassing college stories…)
And, he was incredibly grateful for Ben. The man had taught his nephew pretty much everything he knew. In turn, Peter had grown up to be amazing. Caring and kind and so incredibly smart… And somehow so stupid at the same time, it hurt Tony’s head to think about.
He was just… Peter.
Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.
But, now that Uncle Ben was gone…
Spider-Man had taken the weight of the world on his shoulders, alone, at the age of fourteen. Enhanced healing factor or not, Tony knew those scars didn’t fade.
So, yeah. You could say Peter was pretty reluctant on asking for help sometimes.
But something about Tony was different... Or maybe all too familiar. Peter would light up at the possibilities of his current mentor teaching him, even if it was something as simple as fixing DUM-E after he set a fire extinguisher loose in the lab.
Tony would never say it out loud, but his favorite part was when Peter willingly asked him to step in. A simple “What does this wire do?” and something in his chest would bloom.
And he certainly wouldn’t say anything if Peter happened to silently leave a new piece of tech, built from scratch and scrap metal, on his workbench. The same wiring flowing throughout the thing when he spins it around in his hand.
Neither will acknowledge it. None of the Avengers dare to suggest it.
But maybe… just maybe… They weren’t so completely different afterall.
Maybe it wasn’t just acts of service, or physical touch, or any other language written in some book.
It was just something only they could understand.
It was just Tony and Peter. And it was love.
Whatever you do, don’t think about when Peter died, Tony was constantly reassuring him and saying “You’re okay” and holding him as he died in his arms.
And DEFINITELY don’t think about how Peter did the same when both Tony AND May died.
Love this guy. The Arachnid-Hombre.
want to get back into writing and be more active here so if you guys want to leave irondad prompts in my asks ill try and write oneshots for all of them :3 (strictly platonic, of course)
Tony hated holidays.
Okay. Hate was a strong word. He very much, strongly disliked holidays.
Almost as much as he hated New York traffic or Pepper telling him “No, Tony. You can not ditch today’s meeting to brainstorm a catchphrase. I don’t care if Steve has one.”
To him, holidays were an inconvenience. Birthdays and Christmases were just another day where he’d sit opening presents, faking his reaction for some butler, while his parents were off working in a whole other continent.
Rhodey and Pepper tried to get him into the festive spirit when he was older, but it never fit. He hated being handed presents, he was terrible at gift giving himself, and, ultimately, the Birthday Song was grating.
Everyone had eventually agreed, Tony Stark didn’t do holidays.
Then, Peter came along.
The kid never shut up about holidays. He never really shut up period, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, Tony could see how Peter’s face would light up when talking about his matching costumes he and Ned had come up with for this years’ Halloween or the money he saved up from his internship to buy his aunt flowers for Mother’s Day.
So, when Peter cluelessly asked, What are you doing for Christmas this year, Mr. Stark?
He thought, Why not give it another shot?
He started simple. A new upgrade to Peter’s suit for his birthday, handing out Peter’s favorite candy on Halloween, even baking cookies with the kid on Christmas Eve. (Pepper and May’s commentary while sipping red wine across the counter an extremely unhelpful addition).
After his first year with Peter Parker, Tony Stark resigned that he would, at the very least, tolerate holidays for the kids sake, if not his own. Maybe next year, he’d even learn to like them.
Then, there was no next year.
The Blip had left Halloween haunted with real ghosts and any passing thought of Christmas sent a violent shiver down his spine.
Tony’s hatred for holidays came back full force like someone ripped his heart out of his chest and crushed it in their hand, an all-too-familiar feeling.
Still, he couldn’t stop. Stopping meant it was real.
Stopping meant Peter Parker was dead.
So, he didn’t.
Once he got the news May was gone as well, he bought the Parkers’ apartment without a second thought.
Every birthday, he lefts cards with cash on the kitchen counter and hoped that if— No. When the kid came back, he’d ignore how the pen ink was smudged with the tear stains.
Every Halloween, he’d leave the light on and a bowl of candy on the welcome mat, rolling his eyes the next day when he finds the ‘Take One’ sign disregarded by some group of meddling teens.
Every Christmas, he’d buy the latest Star Wars Lego, spend way too much time making sure the stupid science pun wrapping paper looked at least decent, and leave it in Peter’s closet.
He doesn’t forget May either. He buys her a new recipe book for her birthday, an ugly sweater for Christmas, and ignores the rotting feeling in his gut when he switches out last years’ wilting Mother’s Day flowers with this years’ freshly picked ones.
He remembers Peter saying her favorite were Sunflowers. He tries to remember everything.
And he never even gets the chance to tell them.
After five years, Tony Stark leaves behind a wife, a daughter, and an apartment full of lost time.
It’s not long before the Parkers notice though. It’s not hard to miss, really. Peter opens his closet after five years and immediately finds his own personal time capsule. Dozens of boxes left behind, some long enough to have collected layers upon layers of dust.
It takes him days to open them all. Whether that be from the actual number or the amount of times he needs to pause after he gets physically sick with grief, he’s unsure.
He doesn’t miss the tear stains like Tony had hoped, nor does he miss how more signatures are gradually added to the boxes. Some only with Tony’s initials, then ‘From: Mrs. & Mr. Potts-Stark’, and eventually ‘Love, Tony & Pepper’ above a scribbled name in crown than Peter manages to make out to be ‘Morgan’.
Peter and May never get rid of their gifts either. Peter builds his legos with Ned, the two ignoring how the world had passed them by together. May wears her sweater to Peter’s decathlon meets, cheering extra loud for someone who never got the chance to be there.
And when Tony’s birthday rolls around, Peter and May go shopping.
They buy him a mug. It’s cliche, they both agree.
But, they also agree, it’s perfect.
They wrap it in Iron Man wrapping paper and even let Morgan sign it for them, her crayons now traded for glitter pens and her handwriting actually legible.
‘Morgan, Peter, Pepper, & May. Love you 3000’
Peter’s a very big Iron Man fan. This is undeniable fact, no matter how much he tries to deny it.
Building his very own Iron Man helmet and gaunlets at eight, watching old clips on Youtube of Iron Man’s first appearance or particularly cool fights, even the countless amount of Iron Man merch Aunt May had gotten him for Christmases and Birthdays. (He once had an Iron Man cake, though he swore to Tony it was only because it was the last chocolate cake the bakery had left).
If you asked Peter who his favorite Avenger was, he’d bury his head in embarrassment and mumble out “Iron Man”, praying Tony wouldn’t overhear and use it against him for the next month and a half.
But if you asked Peter his favorite hero?
He’d answer proudly in a heartbeat. He’d light up in a way he only does when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about. And he’d tell you “Tony Stark”.
Sure, Iron Man was a superhero. He had a giant, metal suit that flies and shoots literal missiles. No one, especially Peter, could deny how awesome that was. But Tony?
Outside of the suit, Tony was just a man. But he was a good man. When he wasn’t saving lives in a blur of red and gold, he used Stark Industries for good. After Afghanistan, after ending the part of S.I. that built and distributed weapons, Tony redirected that money towards helping others. Donating to charities, funding schools and further education, climate change mitigation, food banks, etc…
Even before the spider bite, before Spider-Man, and before his Uncle… Peter always knew he wanted to help people. He had to help people.
Tony Stark showed him that was possible, even without superpowers.
So, if you asked Peter Parker who his favorite hero was, he wouldn’t care if Tony was in the room. He wouldn’t care if he overheard or if he brought it up again afterwards. He wouldn’t care because he meant it and he’d want you to know. He’d want everyone to know.
Tony Stark was a hero and he was Peter’s favorite.
If You Were a Fictional Character
I've seen a few moots doing this and it looked fun!
* Make this picrew of yourself
* Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)
...yeah that seems about right 😅🫠
Not sure who's done this already so tagging the besties @thetumblingmoron @redheadsramblings @woundedsoul12 @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @aurorabiggs @thepalehorsevictoria @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and anyone else who would like to play!
awesome
@foragergnome
go my proxies
@benjaminbadger @anonymouscringe @oasis-j @soporporpa @warwithoutreason
@ anyone else who wants to do it!!
Yippeee yay yahoo wee :3
@ike-mcswains-mortician @locke-n-k3y @iersei @b1gwings @g1ngersp1cey @mccall-me-maurice @autisticaboutstufflol
OMG KARA WE'RE TWINNING!!! HEHEHEHEHHEHE
@banjowastaken @pinkanimegirlliker @saw2goth :] go my scarabs
Not a massive fan of the infantilisation in this answer, but I’ll roll w it. Also making friends happy is my oxygen!!!!! RAGHHH I LOVE MY FRIENDS
Had a lot of fun giving myself doggy ears also
@overclockedroulette @junoandthemagpies uhhhhh idk who else to tag AGHHHHH *evaporates*
ohhh my god, scaryyyy any way i couldn’t wait so
@overclockedroulette
@hyperrlink
@kuro-matcha
scary, frightening, based? perhap. only one perhap. anyway
@almsworth-worm
@kuro-matcha
uhh who knows who else ! anyone ! i entreat thee !
Terrifying!!!!!!! I am queur tho so yay :))
@almsworth-worm
@squirrelfromspace
@hyperrlink
Be free !!!!!! /|\^•.•^/|\ <- he is here to help you be free
This is so funny I got diagnosed with being an aquired taste owbdidb
@fungisteri @turboputt03 @cup-of-anxi-tea @overclockedroulette @rumalas @emarezi and anyone that wants!!
(And anyone that wants! :D)
thx for the tag!
haha, scary!
@atlasishere @dantyacinth @sewer-rabbit @cricket-toast @revengeoftheglitter @briarthetownfool @yaequa + anyone else!!! (lmk if you don't wanna be tagged)
TY FOR THE TAG :>>>
not sure how they guessed my daddy issues through an Uquiz but they did oh well
ANYWAY HEY GUYS NEW TAG GAME @tuberrrrrr @alliums-are-tall-i-am-not @wowagae @endy-x @ethossleepy @4tlasb0und + anyone who wants to!!
really not accurate but 🤷
@marzielovesbooks @justalilolfrog @alorekeeper @heartofacheron @puppynola @thereal-loisgriffin + anyone else!
@sinister-little-man @criminal-rat @gojogall @ashlynbannercore @2-many-ideas-help @kaleidoscopicbee @eden66633 @someacedude @corvine-cosmos
i wasnt tagged but i am procrastinating.
Your Result:
Needs A Hug
The poor little meow meow. The traumatised one. The one that just can't catch a break. You have a tragic backstory, and it just doesn't get better from there. You. get beaten up, sacrificed, nearly die, your crush doesn't like you back, you develop a mental disorder, almost die again... all of tumblr wants to hug you and then write angsty fanfiction about you.
peak. this is me.
@cassandraofcain my best moot,i think youd like dis @hurtspideyparker i look up to you
@will-shoelaces ur cool!
@satan-offical i think ur kinda neat
ty for the tag ur so sweet 🥹
you must have caused this with ur comment 😭 spiderson-ed so hard I became the irondad 🤨🧐
this was pretty fun, np tags: @iwillbefamousonedayipromise @roanokezephyr @toastissuperior @adhd-writer-with-liquid-gender @hatergirl-69 @spiderboi-parker @bunnyh0pz @coffeeandjuice @shxrkk
unfortunately i have perished just like my favs </3
a few fellow irondad enjoyers: @peteroni-pizza @protect-peter-parker-protocol @irondad-defensesquad + anyone else !
Peter tries to never talk about his dating life with Tony, not directly anyway.
Tony’s chalked it up to the kid being way too embarrassed. The minute he tries to bring up that MJ girl, Peter flushes a bright pink and stumbles over his words for the next hour. It’s seriously detrimental to their productivity in the lab, he decides.
Plus, he’s never been one for dating advice. He’s lucky Pepper even gave him a second glance after the bullshit he’s put her through. So, he was happy to leave it alone. He lets Peter bring it up naturally in between rants of Star Wars and Spider-Man.
He doesn’t nag the kid. And he almost expects it when Peter eventually brings up going on highschool sweetheart dates with MJ (even if they are to horror movies or death museums…)
His questions start when Peter starts to bring up Ned.
It’s offhanded, and Tony doesn’t pry, but he doesnt miss when Peter calls Ned his boyfriend or the way he flushes the same pink when he talks about them building legos together. Even if just yesterday he had spoken about holding hands with MJ like it was their wedding.
He knew the kid looked up to him. That much Peter couldn’t hide. And Tony had always had a nagging fear in the back of his mind, imagining Peter actually becoming like him. He knew that was a risk when he’d taken the little spider under his mentorship. Now, his greatest fears have come true.
Peter Parker, the playboy.
It, honestly, sends a shiver down his spine.
He reaches his limit when Peter shows up for lab day on Friday, as per usual, gushing about MJ and Ned at the same time. Like nothing is out of the ordinary. Even as Tony looks him up and down, like he’s just grown an extra head.
“What?” Is all Peter says as he quirks his head to the side. His backpack sliding off his shoulder slightly and his shoes untied. Nothing out of the oridnary. Tony bites down on the inside of his cheek. Gods, where is May when he needs to have these ‘talks’?
“Listen kid… You know I was young and dumb, right? You were one of those, err, fanboys or whatever.”
Peter cringes. “I was eight-“ Tony cuts him off with a wave of his hand.
“You made a whole helmet. It was cute. Whatever. My point is— I was dumb. You’re not. You’re smart. Probably the smartest kid I know. And you’ve got a future ahead of you.”
“I hope so?” Peter quips. Tony just sighs. Don’t get distracted.
“You just said MJ was your girlfriend.” He crosses his arms, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
Peter blinks. “Uh… Yeah?”
“Then, not even five seconds later, said you went on a date with Ned. Hate to break it to you kid, but I’m pretty sure that’s, uh… That’s cheating.” He points out with a frown. Peter stands there, unmoving.
In slow motion, Tony watches the kid go from a small smile to genuinely doubling over in laughter, holding his sides and hiccuping. It takes another moment for Peter to catch his breath, standing upright again, still giggling slightly.
“Mr. Stark, I’m not cheating.” He explains, shifting on his feet with a sheepish grin. “We’re polyamorous.”
Now, it’s Tony’s turn to blink, unmoving. Peter can practically see the gears turning in his head. He’s sure if he doesn’t step in soon, a literal 404 error screen will pop up on his mentors forehead. Peter takes a breath and continues.
“We— We’re all dating each other. And we’re all okay with it. It’s not a secret or anything. I promise.”
There’s a long pause of silence as Tony processes Peter’s additional words. Thankfully, there’s no reboot necessary.
“So… You all know,” He finally speaks up. Peter nods. “And you’re all… happy?” Tony asks, a little more hesitantly.
Peter smiles fondly, clearly thinking of the two he had just spoken to a few hours prior. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re all really happy.”
“Huh.” And just like that, Tony shrugs. “Well, next time maybe just give me a heads-up in the ‘partner department’, yeah? Pepper would’ve killed me if you invited both Ned and MJ to dinner and we didn’t set an extra seat.”
Peter’s face lights up, his shoulders slumping slightly in relief. He nods with a genuine smile and the two move on. In a second, Peter is back to ranting about the latest soap drama he and May had binged over the week while he was gone.
That’s all he needed, really. His kid was safe and happy. Sure— Once Peter had left, Tony had spent at least three extra hours in the lab, googling and reading wikipedia. But, ultimately, it was worth it.
Peter Parker was worth it.
In honor of revealing the Spider-Man: Brand New Day spidey suit. Set in a universe where Tony lives and Peter still meets the other Spider-Men…
Peter, showing Tony with a spin: Isn’t it cool? I stayed up all night sewing it!
Tony: Of course it looks great, kid. I just wish you would’ve let me help. Still confused on how you managed to prick every single one of your fingers…
Peter: But, I wanted it to be a surprise! And I didn’t know if you’d be upset if I, uh… stopped using the suit you made me..?
Tony: Upset? It’s your hero costume, Pete. Anything you would’ve chosen would’ve been perfect. Or, y’know, close to perfect. Nothing beats the Red and Gold.
Peter: Pretty sure Spidey’s colors are Red and Blue? I mean… I think so? All my brothers had red and blue suits, so-
Tony, already mentally signing the adoption papers: Pause. Your who had what now?
Peter: Oh! Don’t worry, they’re from different universes.
Tony: YOUR WHO ARE WHAT NOW .
