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Day 12 Wake up!

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Summary: Tony tries to wake Peter in the morning. Peter however is being stubborn, which is why Tony needs to get a little creative with his methods.

It already was 9:30 am and Peter was still asleep, so Tony decided that he slept enough and that is was more than time to wake him up. He had planned a lot of fun activities in the lab and he for sure wasn't going to let Peter sleep the whole day away.

Tony walked into the room and opened the curtains.

"Rise and shine!" he called

Peter only groaned "What time's it?"

"It is 9:34 a.m. Peter" Friday replied helpfully.

"Ugh, it's early"

"No, it's time to start the day, so up and at 'em lazy daisy."

"No" he whined pulling the blanket over his face.

This isn't going to work Tony thought, it's time to get creative. He ripped the blanket off of him and pounced on him, tickling him mercilessly, making Peter shriek.

"Nohoh pleahahase"

He grappled with his hands trying to push Tony off, but the only thing that that accomplished was that his armpits were open for attack, which Tony promptly took advantage of.

He shoved his hands into Peter's armpits clawing at the sensitive flesh. Peter absolutely lost it shrieking, cackling and bucking wildly.

"Okahahay, okahahay Ihihihi'll gehehet uhuhup"

Finally, Tony stopped, letting him breath. He got of the bed and made his way to the door.

"You'll better be in the kitchen for breakfast in five minutes or I'll send Sam and Bucky after you." Tony said leaving the room.

Peter got out of bed and smiled, this was definitely not the worst way to wake up.

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Day 31 Hug

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Summary: Peter had a hard day at school and comes to Tony for a hug, but that hug becomes ticklish.

It was a long day. Flash was going on his nerves again, the food in the cafeteria was horrible and failed the english lit test. All in all it wasn't a very good day and all he wanted to do was hug Tony. Tony was always able to brighten his day.

When the elevator finally reached the common area where Tony was sitting on the couch and working on his Stark pad he felt a tad bit releaved.

"Hey Tony" he said tiredly, making his way over to Tony.

"Hey kiddo" Tony replied putting down the Stark pad. He immediately noticed that Peter wasn't really in a good mood and opened his arms.

Peter dumped his bag on the floor and fell onto the couch where he instantly crawled into Tony's arms. He hugged Tony around the middle and buried his face into his chest, sighing deeply.

Tony winded his arms around him as well, one of his arms coming around his back, the other cupping the back of his head. He kissed the top of his head and then buried his face in the unruly curls, feeling content with finally being able to hold his kid again. The latter completely melting against him.

They held each other for a little while before Tony spoke up again.

"You had a long day bambino?" he asked rubbing Peter's back.

"Yeah, but I can finally hug you, so it's fine" he explained making Tony smile.

"I love you tesoro"

"Love you too Dad"

Tony's heart fluttered at the name, he still couldn't believe this perfect kid was his.

"What do you say if we order pizza and watch a movie?"

"Sounds good" he replied, still snuggled against Tony's chest.

"And can we make a sleepover on the couch?"

"No, we will go to bed later. My back can't take sleeping on the couch all night."

"Because you're old and fragile?" Peter asked cheekily.

Tony narrowed his eyes and pinched his side, making Peter squeak "What have I told you about calling me old?"

"That you getting sensitive about it in your old age?" Peter sassed.

"Oh, now your just asking for it" Tony kept one arm around him to keep him from escaping and the other dug into Peter's side, squeezing up to his ribs and down to his hips.

Peter laughed and squeaked, squirming in his arms, but not stopping him.

He moved his hand up into Peter's armpit, mercilessly digging into the sensitive flesh, making Peter shriek and throw his head back int his chest, laughing himself silly.

On top of that Tony decided to be a bit mean and leaned down into his neck, blowing a big raspberry and rubbing his beard in, making it extra ticklish.

Peter squealed, scrunching up his shoulders, laughing even harder

Tony continued to claw at his armpit and blew raspberry after raspberry into his neck, driving him absolutely mad.

When he seemed adequately out of breath, Tony let up, letting him relax.

"That was so unfair"

"Yeah, but you enjoyed it" Tony said smirking down at him.

Peter blushed and hid his face in Tony's chest, mumbling something under his breath.

Tony only laughed and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead.

"Come on, I'll order us pizza and you take a shower and put on something comfy and then we can watch Star Wars to your hearts content"

"Ok" Peter said cheerily making his way to his room, excited and happy to spend time with his dad.

Tony smiled to himself, now that was the Peter he knew and loved. A ray of sunshine brightening his whole world.

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Day 20 Relax

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Summary: Peter stresses himself to much with learning for an exam so Tony finds a way to relax him.

Peter was exhausted, he has been studying for hours and he still wasn't done. He had an exam in two days and he had to make sure he was as prepared as can be, even if he was sacrificing sleep and breaks.

After another agonizing 30 minutes Tony came into the living room, having obviously spent the past hours in the lab.

Tony walked over to him watching him intently. Peter looked pretty done and stressed hunched over his study material.

"Hey Pete, you good?"

"I'm fine Mr.Stark, just studying for an exam."

"Mhm, and how long have you been at it?"

"Probably eight hours."

"Eight hours?! That's definitely enough, you need to take a break and relax kiddo."

"But I have to study!"

Tony sat himself next to Peter on the couch and draped an arm around his shoulder.

"I know kiddo, but you need a break first"

Peter pouted at him.

"Don't give me the look kid" Tony said poking him in the side, making Peter flinch.

"What was that?" He asked curiously

Peter started blushing "Eh, nothing." he said nervously

"Didn't seem like nothing" Tony stated, an evil smirk forming on his face. He moved his hand to Peter's side again, but this time squeezing it gently, making Peter squeak and jump.

"Is this nothing too?" he asked while continuing to squeeze at his side.

"Tohohony" Peter whined in between giggles. He tried squirming away, but Tony grabbed one of his arms and yanked him down onto his lap. Now having the perfect opportunity to drill into Peter's belly, making him squeal and laugh wildly. He flailed his arms and kicked his legs, but was unable to escape Tony's torturous digits.

Tony smiled down at the adorable, laughing and squirming teen on his lap. His head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks painted red and he looked much more relaxed and carefree. Now this was the Peter Parker he knew and loved.

"You feeling relaxed Petey Pie?" he teased

Peter just shook his head unable to speak through his laughter.

"Well, I better up my game then" with that he shoved his hands under Peter's arms making him shriek and cackle.

He laughed and laughed, the evil fingers clawing at the sensitive armpits driving him insane. He had completely forgotten about having to study, only being able to think about how much it tickled.

When Tony eventually noticed that he was running out of breath he let up and ruffled his now messy hair.

Peter curled into himself, but made no move to get of Tony's lap.

"Thanks Tony" Peter said yawning.

"Always kiddo" he leaned down and placed a kiss on his head. Peter looked wiped out and like he was ready to dose of right there. Not that he would stop him.

"Get some rest bambino, I'll be right here"

with that Peter drifted of to sleep, warm and comfy with his father watching over him.

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Day 29 Upside down

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Summary: Peter is sitting upside down on the couch, texting MJ when Sam and Bucky sit next to him to watch football. But when he stretches and shirt rides up exposing his belly, it draws Sam and Bucky's attention to a more entertaining activity.

Peter was laying upside down on the couch, with his head hanging of the couch, happily texting MJ when Bucky and Sam came into the room and sat themselves right and left from Peter.

"Hey squirt, you mind if we watch football here?" Bucky asked.

"No go ahead"

"Neat" Sam answered "You're texting your girlfriend munchkin?"

Peter rolled his eyes "She's not my girlfriend"

"Not yet" Sam said wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Peter snort.

After that they just quietly watched the game. Peter scrolling on Instagram after he was done texting MJ.

That was until he stretched, making his shirt ride up a little. And of course Sam and Bucky immediately noticed, exchanging glances with each other, both thinking about the same plan without having to say a word.

A few seconds later they pounced, Bucky pinning his legs and pinching his knees, while Sam scribbled in his tummy.

Peter shrieked and immediately started laughing, his phone falling out of his hand as he tried to push away Sam's devious fingers, just for Sam to take his hands in his, so that he can claw at his belly without interruptions.

"Guhuhys whyyy"

"Sorry kid, but we just couldn't let this opportunity slide" Bucky said.

"Yeah, your in perfect tickle position" Sam commented, moving up to his ribs and digging in-between each bone.

It's more like he is in a horrible position to defend himself. He should have known that those to idiots could not resist to mess with—.

His thoughts were interrupted when Bucky tickled his toes, making him squeal and howl with frantic laughter.

"Seems like a good spot Buck"

"I agree, those itsy bitsy toes are definitely very ticklish indeed" Bucky teased, making Peter blush madly.

"Shuhuht uhuhp"

But the two paid him no mind, Bucky continued to tickle his toes and rank his fingers up and down his sensitive soles, while Sam alternated between digging into his armpits and spidering down to his hips and squeezing them, making Peter yelp and squeak between his laud and boisterous laughter.

It was pure ticklish hell and entirely unfair and he loved it.

When they noticed him running out of oxygen though they stopped and let him go.

Peter curled into himself, giggling weakly and his face completely read.

"You guys are so mean" he panted

"Us two? Who you never asked to stop?"

Peter's face went even more red but he made no comment.

"Besides being tickle monsters is just part of our duties, can't do anything about that" Bucky explained.

"Exactly" Sam agreed "So at least a weekly doses of tickles is mandatory" he stated like it was a true fact.

Peter scoffed but wisely didn't further comment, and instead tried to deflect from the topic.

"I'm getting snacks. You guys want some?"

"Yeah bring us some chips" Bucky said

"And Soda" Sam added.

Peter made his way to the kitchen, smiling to himself when Bucky and Sam couldn't see him. Those could be annoying as hell, but he secretly didn't mind being tickled more often. Even if he had two resident tickle monsters to deal with.

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Day 17 Sore Losers

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Summary: Peter wins against Sam and Bucky multiple in a row in Mario cart and is being a bit too cocky about it, so they decide to humble him with tickles.

Peter, Bucky and Sam were sitting in the living room in front of the TV playing Mario Kart. Peter was sitting between the to men.

Peter's Kart drove through the finish line and he won first place. Sam came in third, losing to a bot and Bucky came in forth. This was the eight round he won in a row.

"Take that losers" he exclaimed gleefully.

"This game is rigged" Sam protested

"Oh, come on not again" Bucky complained

"The game isn't rigged I'm just that good" Peter gloated.

"Yeah, yeah whatever" Bucky tried to play of.

"We're playing another round and this time we will beat you" Sam stated confidently.

"You sure you old folks want to keep losing against the champion?" he taunted with a smirk.

Bucky and Sam shared a look before turning back to the teen.

"I think someone needs an attitude adjustment first" Bucky said menacingly.

"Yeah and we know exactly how to do it." Sam added.

Peter immediately recognized the looks on their faces and tried to escape, but it was way to late and they both pounced on him. Bucky pinned his hands above his head and Sam straddled his hips.

"Any last words?" Bucky questioned.

"You dohohnt have to doho this" he said, nervous giggles already slipping out.

"Oh, but we do" Sam answered.

With that Bucky attacked his armpits with one arm, while holding him down with his metal arm and Sam scribbled in his sides and belly, showing no mercy.

Peter instantly started laughing, shaking his head back and forth and trying to free himself, but he was firmly trapped.

"Nohoho plehehease"

"No can do Spider baby, you got yourself into this mess now you have to take you punishment." Sam explained, punctuating each word with a squeeze to his belly, making Peter squeak.

"Yeah, you can't give us that much attitude and not expect us to tickle you" Bucky agreed.

Sam decided to be a bit mischievous and dipped on finger into his bellybutton making Peter squeal and snort.

"Ooh, that was so adorable" Sam cooed.

"Yeah it's like we have our own little pig." Bucky teased.

Peter blushed madly, "Shuhuht uhuhp ahahasshoholes"

"Did you hear that Sam?"

"I did, looks like someone hasn't learned his lesson yet" Sam moved to his ribs slowly counting each and every one making sure to take his sweet time. All the while Bucky tickled his neck, switching sides every few seconds, always keeping Peter on his toes.

Peter on the other hand was loosing his mind, the rib counting was always torturous and they knew it. And with Bucky constantly switching between the two sides of his neck it was even worse. The two of them working in perfect tandem to make sure to tickle the shit out of him.

His laughter was high pitched and frantic, his face red from laughter, making a cute sight, even if he was a little shit.

Eventually he was running out of breath though and when Sam and Bucky realized that they let him up.

"You guys are so mean" Peter said through residual giggles.

"You had it coming" Bucky stated.

"Yeah, besides you never asked us to stop."

Peter's blush darkened and he curled into himself, but made no comment.

"That's what I thought"

"Come on, let's play another round" Bucky suggested.

The three of them went back to their controllers and started another round, but this time Peter didn't gloated. Not that he could gloat about winning because he was quite distracted with Bucky and Sam constantly poking him. Not that he wasn't enjoying it, but he would never tell them that.

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Day 13 Stuck

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Summary: Peter gets caught in his own web and Tony uses the opportunity to tickle him.

This was embarrassing. Very embarrassing. He, Spider-Man was stuck in his own web. He was sitting on the floor, his hands firmly glued to the ground and with no means to escape. The web dissolvent was at least three feet away on the table, way out of his reach. His only option was waiting for Mister Stark to arrive, who will definitely make fun of him for this and never ever let him live it down.

15 minutes later Tony finally walked into the lab and was surprised to find Peter stuck to the floor in his own web, making him grin.

"Now what do we have hear?"

Peter groaned "Please, Mister Stark can you just get me out of here? Please?

"I guess you experimented with the unstable version of your web fluid, that I specifically not to work on without supervision?"

"Yes, but I totally learned my lesson, I'm not gonna do it again." Peter tried but Tony didn't seem to believe him.

"Considering your track record with listening to what I say that's not very convincing." An evil grin crossed his face "But I know what will make you learn."

Peter gulped as Tony sat himself on the floor next to him, he suspected what he meant.

"Mister Stark whatever you're thinking, don't." He pleaded nervously.

"To late you got yourself into this mess, now you have to dish out the punishment."

With that Tony dug into his sides, making Peter break into bubbly giggles.

"Tohohny nohoh" he tried squirming, but with his glued to the ground he couldn't escape, he couldn't even defend himself. He had to sit there and take it until Tony was done with him.

As Tony moved up to his ribs his laughter went up an octave and his futile attempts at squirming increased. He massaged and caressed his way up each and every rib, driving Peter up the wall, his laughter becoming more frantic as Tony's hands moved upwards.

Peter knew exactly where they were going. "Tohohny plehehease, nohoht thehehr! Aahanywheher buhut theher!"

Tony grinned menacingly "Yes there" he shoved his fingers under Peter's arms, wiggling and digging into the hollows.

Peter shrieked and cackled. Those tortures digits driving him insane, it tickled so so bad.

After another minute or two of "torture", Tony finally had mercy on him and started working on getting him out of there.

Peter was out of breath and his face completely red from laughter, his armpits still tingling from the attack.

"Was that really really necessary?" He asked as he finally unstuck his hands from the floor.

"Maybe not, but your laugh is adorable so it's worth it." Tony said ruffling his hair.

Peter blushed furiously. He guessed this wasn't the worst punishment, he just hoped the next time Tony decides to tickle him he won't be stuck in such an embarrassing situation.

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Day 9 Cheer up

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Summary: Peter is being mopey, so Tony cheers him up with tickles.

When Tony walked into Peter's room he thought he would be seeing his usual happy cheery kid bouncing off the walls and ready to ramble his ear off , but instead found he him laying on his bed face down and moping.

"You alright kiddo?"

"I'm fine Mister Stark it was just a long day."

"You sure?, you look like someone got your underoos in a twist."

"You're not funny"

"Excuse you I'm hilarious" but Peter only rolled his eyes and went back to faceplant in his bed.

Tony decided he needed cheering up asap and the best way to do it is by laughter. And when Peter doesn't find his jokes funny, well then he has to resort to other means.

Tony sat down at the end of the bed and grabbed one of Peters feet and trapped it between his legs.

"Tony what are you doing?"

"Cheering you up of course!" And with that he started tickling up and down Peter's foot.

Peter instantly started laughing and trying to free his foot, but found himself to be firmly trapped.

"Nohoh pleahehese" he squirmed back and forth, fists pounding on the bed which did nothing to lessen the ticklish feeling on his foot. And to his horror Tony decided to take of his sock, making the tickles feel even more intense.

"There is that smile I missed. Doesn't this feel better instead of being all mopey?"

"Nohoh!" Peter protested

"No? Well I better up my game then. Lets see how sensitive those toes are." he teased

Tony tickled both under and in between his toes, making Peter howl with laughter.

After a while he slowed down a bit, only lazily wiggling his fingers up and down Peters sole, occasionally tickling the sides of his foot making him shiver whine, as he giggled himself silly.

"Are you cheered up or do you want me to get your other foot to?" Tony asked knowing perfectly well that Peter was enjoying this, because like always he did not ask Tony to stop.

Peter blushes furiously but shyly replied "the other one to" trying to look anywhere but at Tony the whole time.

Tony of course obliged and switched to the other foot and giving it the same treatment, but this time Peter laughed harder then before.

Tony let out a chuckle "I guess this foot is more sensitive than the other?" he inquired, looking at Peter who hid his face in his hands and only nodded.

This went on for another few minutes until Peter was all tickled out and smiling.

"Thanks Tony." he said timidly

"No problem kiddo."

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Day 5 Sneak

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Summary: Peter tries to sneak up on Bucky, but obviously he fails and gets tickled as punishment.

Peter had been training his stealth with Natasha for months now, so he thought he was ready to sneak up on one of the more challenging targets Bucky Barnes.

At the moment Bucky was busy with baking cookies. Perfect his target was distracted. He slowly crept up on him from behind, inching closer carefully with every step, being as quiet as possible.

He nearly reached his target when Bucky suddenly spun around and promptly picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, securing him with the metal arm around his waist, before drilling into his ribs with the other.

"Buckyeeee" he screeched, laughing frantically.

"If you wanna sneak up on me you gotta do better than that spider boy~." he teased

"Nohoh I'm soreee" Peter pleaded while pounding on his back.

"Oh now your sorry? How convenient." He said while tickling each and every rib, grinding his knuckles between the bones, making Peter squeal and laugh helplessly.

Peter tried going limp so he could slide of his shoulder, but Bucky literally had an iron grip on him, so he was stuck hanging upside down until Bucky was done with him.

"Having fun there giggles?"

"No" Peter whined.

"No? But you're laughing, so you must be enjoying yourself, besides I didn't hear a "stop" yet" he remarked playfully.

At that Peter blushed madly. He did enjoy himself, but he would never admit that.

"Shut up!"

"Oh, the audacity, I'm deeply offended! I didn't want to do this but it seems like I need to bring out the big guns." and with that he snaked his hand up in Peters armpit wiggling and digging into the hollow.

Peter let out an unholy screech before descending into wild cackles, squirming like his life depended on it.

This went on for another minute or so until Bucky had mercy on him and put him down.

"You good?" he asked as he ruffled up his hair.

"Yeah" Peter said still giggling lightly.

Maybe he should practice with an easier target. Mr. Stark was definitely easier to sneak up on and with him he surely had a higher possibility of escaping the tickles, even though he would probably let himself be caught anyway. He just hoped the others wouldn't catch up on that.