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@starker245
Tony x Peter High School AU
“Hey Michelle, is Peter here? Whatever, I’m allowing myself in.”
“Tony? Hey. What’re you… what’re you doing here?”
“Pete, hey! I just, I wanted to see you? And, got you uh, these. I don’t really know what kind of flowers you liked so I kinda just… picked all of them?”
Teacher!Tony x Student!Peter AU
“Are you sure you want this, Peter?”
“I’ll be quiet, Mr. Stark. I promise. C’mon…”
Hot take
Tony forgets to sleep. Even after Peter moved in with him. It’s not always intentional, he’ll just look up from his latest diagnostics reports, and realize half a dozen silenced alarms are winking at him. That’s normal. What’s not normal, is finding Peter still out of bed. Especially like this.
Day 7: Haunted [1]
No one:
Peter Parker: I have to seduce Mr.Stark or I will die.
Keeping his identity a secret from Tony was the hardest thing that Peter has ever had to do. He loves Tony - a lot - and the closer they got, the harder it was to keep secrets from him.
When Tony asked him to move in, Peter knew it would only get harder, but he wanted it. He wanted it so badly. He couldn’t have imagined how much pain it would cause. He never would have done it had he’d known, but he had done it, and he knew he had to come clean…
Peter knew he should say something as he watched Tony trace the bruise that had blossomed on his ribcage. He can see that Tony’s hurting, that he wants to ask, but doesn’t. Not after all the flimsy excuses Peter has used. He knows it’s no use, so he pulls Peter close, kisses him softly, and holds him as tight as he could. They don’t talk about it. They never talk about it.
He knew he should tell him when Tony started feigning sleep so Peter could slip away, only to catch his eyes right as he disappeared through their bedroom door. He’d wait up until Peter returned - he always did - then he’d be faced with the pain in Tony’s eyes as he climbed back into bed. He didn’t ask questions, but Peter knew he was probably assuming the worst.
He expects Tony to leave him - braces for it when he finds him in the garage after a late night patrol, covered in machine oil, and drinking a scotch. Instead, Tony pulls him into his lap, and opens a set of blueprints that make Peter’s heart leap into his throat.
“I can’t ask you to stop.” Tony starts, voice soft and careful. “I know that, Peter.” He pauses, brushes Peter’s hair back from his eyes, “but I can design something that will keep you safer than those pajamas you wear.”
Day 14: Spider
high school runaways.
they loved each other so much. maybe too much.
was it really a surprise that they ran away?
Peter *screwing shit together*: you know id fuck all 3 spec op guys I’m just gonna say it
Tony: JESUS CHRIST PETER
Peter: what I got fucked by two super soldiers last night I can take anything and only god can stop me
Tony: we really need to talk about this violence kink of yours young man
A look into Peter Parker’s search history
(bonus points if Tony sees this using EDITH - like the fic I plan on eventually writing one day)
Iron man panties. Yes. 😂😂
College student Peter and Professor Stark
stop stop stop stop im NOT thinking about rdj jacking off while facetiming tom im not im not im NOT! i totally am can someone write it
Jimmy is all of us and thanks Tom for the detail lol
I'm involved now (more Titanic AU)
Tony stumbled out of the salon into the cold air of the night.
His uncle's words still rang in his head. The laughter of the other men on the table. His own inability to wipe the grin of their faces.
'I'm 45 years and he still calls me boy!' he thought bitterly while he made his way between first class passengers, ignoring the indignation he left in his wake.
It wouldn't have been so tormenting if they had been back in New York, where Tony could leave and occupy himself with his tinkering while his uncle steered the company with Tony's name on it. On this blasted boat he felt caged, captured on this cavernous masterpiece of engineering, the unsinkable crown of his uncles shipping line. 'Starktanic! Even this hellhole of a moving high society event has my name plastered all over it!'
All he could do to depart at least inside his head was to drink. And suffer.
'I need some air!' his intoxicated brain ordered and drove him away from the prying eyes of the other travelers. Unsteady steps carried him away from the chatter and the laughter and light, to the darker parts of the ship. No prying eyes. No need to play his role. Safety.
*
"Don't do it."
Tony turned his head. For the first time he recognized how far he had gone in his attempt to gain solace. Almost his foot lost the grip, his knuckles turning white while he tried to maintain his balance. He was standing on the outer side of the ship's railway, nine decks above the heavy turning propeller. Suddenly the whooshing around him became deafening, the vibrations seeping into his hands.
"Stay back!" he gasped when the panic kicked in. Panic about what he had been abou to do! For real this time. "Don't come any closer!"
A hasty look over his shoulder confirmed that the person talking to him was a young man from the third class. How embarrassing to be caught on the brink of suicide by a commoner!
The young man held his hands in a calming way, palms open, showing that he was no threat. "Come on. Just gimme your hand. Imma pull you back over." He gestured invitingly, worry all over his face.
"No!" Tony gave back and despite the direness of the situation he became a tad indignant. How dared this punk to talk to him like that?! "Stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!" He felt strangely at the young man's mercy, even if he had no leverage over Tony. For once the whole situation was entirely in his hands. So why did he feel so exposed? Raw?
The stranger's eyes were kind. He was closer now. How had that happened? Tony felt dizzy. The clear cold air did that to a drunken man, apparently. His gaze traveled again to the tempestuous water underneath. In the dark only the white of the dashing foam was visible. Everything else was black, bottomless, dark. The wind blew cold around his ankles. Tony felt his hands go numb from gripping the rail so hard. He didn't want to die. But to go back inside to sit by Obediah's side like a well trained pup was… unbearable!
The young man leaned on the rail beside him now, but made no attempt to touch him. "No, you won't."
Tony's gaze snapped back to the stranger beside him. For a moment he struggled to understand, since so much was going in in his head. The young man's look was challenging.
"What do you mean, I won't?!" Tony snapped and straightened his posture as much as possible. "Don't presume to tell what I will and will not do. You don't know me!"
"Well, you would've done it already."
Tony scrunched up his face. His drunk brain denied to comprehend the irritating young man beside him.
"You're distracting me! Go away!"
But all it got him was a soft shake of the head. "I can't. I'm involved now."
They stared at each other for a couple of moments. Then the irritating young man started to undo his jacket. "You'll let go and imma have to jump after you."
Tony shook his head. Slowly this became tedious. Almost surreal. "Don't be absurd! You'd be killed."
The young man however, started to undo his shoes. "I'm a good swimmer." He let his shoes fall to the deck. "But I tell you the truth, imma lot more concerned about that water being so cold."
Tony looked down into the abyss. He hadn't even considered this. He hadn't considered this line of action at all.
"How cold?" he asked tentatively.
"Freezing? Maybe a couple degrees over." Both of them stared into the dark waves now.
"Water that cold… like down there? Lemme tell you. It hits you like a thousand knifes. Like all over your body."
Tony considered it. The young man was probably right when he took into consideration that the human body was…
"You can't breathe… you can't think…" the other went on, coloring Tony's physical calculations with feelings. "At least not about anything but the pain."
Tony gulped.
"That's why I'm not looking forward to jump in after you. But like I said. I'm involved now."
"You're crazy!" Tony turned to the water again.
The young man smiled.
"That's what everybody says." he conceded. "But with all due respect, Sir." Their eyes met. "I'm not the one hangin' off the back of a ship here."
*
Somehow the young man had managed to help Tony back to the more or less stable ground on the deck. Stumbling he held onto his savior for a couple of moments while Tony tried to calm his strongly beating heart.
"Tony? Are you there?!" Obadiah's voice got carried over by the wind.
Tony looked up and then let go as if he had burned himself on the young man.
"I'm here…"
Three men in smokings and one in uniform hurried over. Obediah's face was furious.
"Tony. What are you doing?" He stopped himself. "And who is your… friend?" His cold gaze met the young man who stood close to him, still in socks and without a jacket. A highly suggestive and inappropriate situation.
"This is… ah…"
"My name it Peter. Uhm. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."
Obediah just looked him up and down before he turned to Tony.
"Come inside. It's cold. You get sick."
But Tony didn't follow his command for once. "Mr. Parker here saved me." he said and lifted his chin in front of his uncle and his friends. "I… wanted to have a look at the propeller and must have slipped. And Mr. Parker got my hand and pulled me back. He is a hero!"
"Is that so?" Obadiah's gaze wa still as cold as the water below. "We need to reward him then." He snapped his hand to one of his friends who produced a checkbook. "How about 50 dollars. Would that be enough Mr. Parker?"
Peter lifted his hands in a dismissive gesture. "Ah, no… I haven't…"
"No? You want more?"
"No! I mean. Uhm…"
Tony stepped in, shielding the young man from his uncle's growing wrath. "How about we invite him for dinner? Show him hospitality at our table? Tomorrow?"
Obediah's face wasn't exactly happy, but in the face of his friends and the ship officer he nodded.
Tony turned "Good?" Why was his heart still beating so fast?
Peter answered with a smile. "Good."
And another amazing chapter for this wonderful AU! Everything fits so perfectly! 😍 I love how you portray them and how they met each other, and Obediah being the mean uncle is also a perfect fit! I can't wait for more! 💙
For the prompt request how about avengers disapproving of starker and they try to get the original iron fam (pepper rhodey and happy) and aunt may to break them up not knowing that they approve as they see their good for each other
It had been Bruce’s idea to bring in May alongside Rhodey, Happy, and Pepper. The four of them were sat across one of the couches in the Tower and talking idly amongst themselves while Bruce, Steve, and Wanda decided the best course of action to take. How were they going to break it to Tony’s family, to Peter’s only family, that the two were sexually involved? Would May even be able to handle it?
Surely, they would see reason.
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In Sickness and In Health
Established Starker, fluff
Peter’s injured and refusing treatment. Tony shows up from halfway around the world and forces him to accept the help.
*
“I’m telling you guys, I’m fine!” Peter wriggled away from the searching hands.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “Peter, just accept the help.”
“It would be for the best.” Steve said encouragingly.
“It’s not that bad.” Peter shook his head adamantly.
“Just get checked out so you know that for sure. We all have to do it.” Sam sighed.
“Peter, just do it.” Rhodey rubbed his face tiredly.
Dr. Owens stepped closer. “Mr. Parker, I highly encourage you to let me check you over. It’s compulsory after every Avengers mission.”
Peter squinted at him. “I don’t remember that being an actual rule.”
Dr. Owens pursed his lips. “It isn’t. However, I recommend you do seek treatment for anything that may be bothering you.”
“Nothing is.” Peter shrugged.
Tony shoved the doors open and hurried in, looking panicked. He found Peter and rushed to grab his face, tilting it every which way as he checked him over. Somewhat satisfied, he dropped his hands.
“How’s he looking, doc?” Tony asked worriedly.
Dr. Owens released a disgruntled sigh. “I don’t know. He isn’t allowing me to check.”
“What?!” Tony snapped, head snapping to stare at Peter.
Peter smiled awkwardly. “Uh, yeah.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker.” Tony stared him down, deadly.
He nodded. “That’s my name.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tony hissed.
Peter settled on the bed quickly. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”
Steve spluttered. “How? We’ve been trying to get him to agree for an hour and a half!”
“Of course all we needed was Tony.” Rhodey snickered. “You’re whipped, Webs.”
“More like terrified.” Peter muttered under his breath.
Tony smiled smugly, but he still seemed a little upset. He sat next to Peter, threading his fingers with Peter’s.
“Wait,” Natasha said suddenly, “You had a meeting in Tokyo. Why are you back?”
Tony looked at her as if she were stupid. “FRIDAY told me Peter got hurt on your mission. Obviously, I wasn’t going to just stay there.”
Peter frowned guiltily.
“Alright, Mr. Parker, shirt off please.” Dr. Owens produced a clipboard and pen. “Would you like everyone to leave?”
“Nah. And wow, doc, take me on a date first.” Peter teased.
“We still on for ours?” Tony asked quietly.
“Duh.” Peter pulled off his shirt.
Tony smiled to himself. “Duh.”
“Oh, uh,” Dr. Owens faltered in the face of Peter’s muscles, blushing.
Tony grinned. “He looks perfect, doesn’t he?”
Dr. Owens scratches his neck sheepishly. “I was only examining him for injuries.”
Tony laughed.
“I’m going to have to touch you.” Dr. Owens cautioned. When Peter nodded, he gently slid his hands all over his torso, feeling him up.
Peter smirked. “I feel this is more of a second date type of thing, doc.”
Dr. Owens struggled to contain his blush.
“That’s strange. I recall getting you naked way before our first date was even planned.” Tony said dubiously.
Rhodes’s face twisted in disgust. “TMI, man.”
Dr. Owens pressed on Peter’s ribs, and he cried out. Alarm settled on Tony’s face.
“Seems like you’ve got some broken ribs.” Dr. Owens released the pressure.
“Does it?” Peter grunted sarcastically.
Dr. Owens picked his clipboard back up. “They do seem to be healing right, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll prescribe you some medicine, but with your healing factor, I doubt you’ll need much.”
“Thanks.” Peter said half-heartedly. “Told you guys I was fine.”
Tony kissed the hand he was holding.
“You better be.”
Plus One
Alright this was prompted by @forbiddenlove1123 who wanted some jealous Pepper and Starker. I didn’t write Pepper exceptionally well and I hope the starker content is bearable. These two were fun to write so thanks for the prompt!!
Tony rocked back on his heels as he watched Peter pull on his boxers and dry off from his shower. He was nervous and it was ridiculous, but then this was Peter Parker and he really didn’t want to fuck this up. This was new, fragile, and Tony had a habit of storming through things like a bull and shattering things never meant to be shattered. Growing up an only child had made him largely selfish, though Peter was changing that by the day. He knew his young love was stressed about mid-terms coming up, but as Rhodey told him, to make this work he had to treat Peter as an equal. He had to take sometimes even if he was nervous to ask anything when he was the one dating up for sure.
“Stop being a creep,” Peter called to him with a smile over his shoulder to soften his words. “Why weren’t you in bed this morning?” The question caused a tinge of pink, but Tony was slightly proud of him for getting it out.
“I had a phone conference,” Tony told him, stepping into the bathroom fully instead of lingering by the door. “Japan waits for nobody, and least of all me. Pepper has no trouble with mornings so she likes to schedule things earlier and earlier.”
“We are so going to Tokyo,” Peter told him around his toothbrush and even garbled Tony could make out what he meant. He spit in the sink and ruffled his curls before perching a hip against the counter and looking closer at Tony. “Why do you seem nervous? Did the call go badly? Or are you leaving on a mission again without me?”
“I”m not nervous,” Tony sighed and knew Peter could see through the lie. “After our conference call Pepper mentioned the Maria Stark Foundation dinner that’s coming up and who I was planning as a plus one.”
Peter’s gaze jumped down to his feet for a moment before brown eyes hesitantly caught his. “Yeah? What did you say?”
“That I have one,” Tony assured him, closing their distance and placing a hand on Peter’s waist. “She just… Well, she asked me to be her date and now she doesn’t believe I have someone new.”
“I thought you guys were over,” Peter’s tone had dropped and this was exactly what Tony hadn’t wanted. Peter had no reason to feel insecure about being Tony’s new boyfriend, no matter who else was before him. Peter was amazing, kind, and beautiful. Tony was absolutely crazy about him, but they hadn’t made their relationship public yet as a mutual agreement. This was the first time Tony had suggested Peter come out in public as something other than an intern.
“We are,” Tony told him firmly. He cupped a hand under Peter’s chin to make their eyes meet. “Pepper is a thing of my past, but she thinks we are both single still so she asked. I have no interest in going with her, alright? I want you to come as my plus one.”
“So I guess I’ll have to tell May before Saturday,” Peter said, stumbling over words a bit and the pink had returned to his cheeks. “Assuming we are going suit shopping Friday as usual then? I can’t be seen in last season’s Armani on Tony Stark’s arm.”
“You could seriously show up naked,” Tony laughed and easily tucked Peter in his arms. “In fact…”
“Nope, dirty talk not allowed,” Peter kissed his cheek before ducking out and finding a shirt from his part of the closet. “I have to spend the day studying, and you’re lucky the gala is after mid-terms or I might have turned even the billionaire down.”
“Have Steve make you a protein shake before you go,” Tony told him with a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to the gym for a bit. And Pete?” He paused before entering his own closet to look at his young lover with hair tousled from his shirt. “It means a lot that you want to come with me.”
“One day you’ll get that I’m the lucky one,” Peter shook his head and strode over to hook a hand behind his neck and pull him in for a proper kiss with just a hint of tongue. “Movie night later?”
“You got it,” Tony let him disappear, but the nerves didn’t fully settle. This was a big test for whoever was with him, the first public outing. It was a lot to handle, the press and magazines hounding them. The ex-lovers all making comments to whatever tabloid would pay attention. Not to mention their age difference was bound to get even more attention with Peter only in college still and not even out in the world yet.
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“Shit,” Tony heard from his walk-in closet as he finished tying his tie for the gala. He glanced over himself one last time before heading out to where Peter was in front of the bathroom mirror, struggling with his tie and fussing over his curls. The nerves had obviously settled in now that they were about to debut their relationship. It didn’t help that this had been a rough day for Peter anyways after the stress of testing was over and the adrenaline was gone only for it to spike again with the gala. Tony felt awful he was putting Peter through this and had even given Peter a clear out this morning which wasn’t taken.
“Babe, you look fine,” Tony soothed him. He turned Peter to face him and brushed the trembling hands away to tie the silk himself.
“Sorry,” Peter apologized, cheeks going red despite him not wanting to. “I just… I’m nervous. May took it alright, but now we have the whole world to convince-”
“We are not trying to convince them of anything,” Tony finished the windsor knot and let his hands linger to feel Peter’s whole body shaking as well as his hands. “I told you that you are under no obligation to do this.”
“I can’t let you go with Pepper,” Peter blurted out after worrying his lip. “I want to be with you and part of that is the fact that you’re the most famous man in the world. I’ll be fine, but the thought of… everything is a lot.”
“I get it,” Tony told him softly with a hand coming up to cradle Peter’s face. “It is a lot and it is scary as hell. It took me years to be somewhat okay with it and sometimes the press still gets to me. I’ll be right next to you the entire night I promise you.” He sighed softly and kissed Peter’s forehead, the younger man leaning into the touch gratefully. “You look stunning Peter, Armani is good to you.”
“Back at you,” Peter seemingly couldn’t resist the urge to come closer and hug Tony properly, head tucked into his neck securely. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” Tony said without hesitation, hands coming up to rub Peter’s back gently. “Let’s go wow them with how fabulous we look and all. It’s going to be fine.”
Peter nodded and with one last glance in the mirror he let Tonfy lead him out of their room and to the waiting limo outside.
The press was out in full bloom and Tony saw that Pepper’s limo had just pulled up before theirs had. She was barely getting out and gazing toward his limo, obviously hoping not to walk the carpet alone. He would always care about Pepper, but this was one thing he couldn’t help her with. He knew coming alone to this gala was rough, and as his ex just called all kinds of attention that she would never ask for. He knew she missed him in a different way than he missed her. He missed their friendship and banter, but she missed more than that. She missed their intimacy that Tony couldn’t give her anymore. The intimacy he only saved for Peter Parker now.
“Did we really have to take separate limos?” Pepper asked him as soon as he stepped out into the limelight and cameras started flashing. “I’m so glad we can walk in-”
She was cut off by Peter stepping out behind him and it was instinct that linked their fingers together, Peter’s palm slightly sweaty in his but his grip certain. Tony cleared his throat and ignored the aghast expression Pepper wore. “Sorry Pep, you’re going to have to rock the carpet alone this year. I have a plus one, like I told you.”
“You’re going to humiliate me to bring your intern along? Peter could have brought his own date by now. He’s hardly a kid anymore,” Pepper ranted with a roll of her eyes as both cars pulled away.
“I’m glad you recognize Peter is the marvellous young man on my arm,” Tony told her, unspeakably proud of Peter standing next to him unflinching in the way of Pepper glaring at them. “He may be an intern to SI, but he’s here tonight as my plus one. Peter is the one I’m dating Pepper.”
“He’s barely twenty!” Pepper exclaimed in shock, registering just why she was stuck walking this event alone.
“Let’s go,” Peter urged him quietly with a tug to his hand. Tony had to agree that this conversation could happen at some point inside, but here wasn’t the place or time for it. He adjusted his grip more securely on Peter’s hand and led the two of them through the media frenzy to the open doors of the gala. The chandelier twinkled above them as red carpet gave way to pristine granite floors. As soon as they were past the initial greeting party Tony ushered them to a room only he knew about from being there so often over the years. He shut the slim oak door behind them and grinned to see Peter dissolve in a fit of giggles.
“Their faces were priceless,” Peter said breathlessly with dimples showing in his grin. “That was a little bit fun.”
“It wasn’t bad,” Tony agreed, needing to get his hands on Peter immediately and pressing him against the closed door. “I do think this might be my shortest appearance at the gala in record years.”
“Stop, we can wait until later,” Peter told him, but giggled again as Tony’s lips found the soft skin of his neck. “Plus, I can’t pass up the chance to see Pepper jealous again.”
“She was, wasn’t she?” Tony murmured as he listened to his lover and gave a last parting gentle nip to his skin before pressing their lips together firmly.
“That would get you off,” Peter rolled his eyes with a hand playing with the small hairs at the nape of Tony’s neck. “Can you keep it in your pants long enough for dinner? I promised May we would bring her duck and she has to interrogate you.”
“I have to survive an interrogation and the press?” Tony groaned softly and pressed his head to Peter’s shoulder.
“You knew May would have to say a thing or two,” Peter told him with a kiss to his temple. “I’m just her precious boy after all.”
“Yeah, the precious boy who-” Tony’s words were cut off by a firm kiss from Peter who pulled back with his brown eyes wide and shining.
“I’ll let you have first pick what we do when we get home,” Peter promised him with one last peck. “I might even keep the tie on while you fuck me.”
“That inspires me to behave,” Tony retorted even as he got the hint to pull back and straighten out his suit again. “Ready to go make the world jealous?”
“Let’s do it,” Peter took his hand again and they slipped back out to the crowd, in full view of Pepper Potts who knew without even looking exactly what they were doing. The red flush to her neck made them both stand just a tad taller.
