A/N: wow, it’s me again, writing? isn’t that crazy? i legit can’t believe i finished this lmao. like i said in my last post i’ve basically moved on from DP&W (😞) and my current fixation is on Bucky and the rest of the Avengers—but mostly Bucky lol. i wanted to try writing again, so here’s something kinda short i tried to put together to get my brain juices flowing again.
Summary: Sam thinks it is an absolute crime that Bucky doesn’t smile more now that he’s seen it, and takes it upon himself to find a new way to get it out of him—and perhaps helps Bucky along his healing journey in the process. (side note: this is set after the events of TFATWS).
this is a sfw tickle fic and includes a hint of romance between Sam and Bucky. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. 🫶
There were a few things that were capable of illuminating dark spaces. You know, the normal things—lightbulbs, sunlight, perhaps a flashlight—but if you were to ask Sam, he would have said Bucky’s smile.
It was an incredibly rare sight to see, and if you did happen to be around when Bucky relaxed enough to do so, you should consider yourself extremely lucky. Not one of those halfhearted smirks, either—his real smile was like seeing a spring flower open its petals to the sunlight after keeping itself hidden and protected for so long.
But Sam could count on one hand how many times he’d seen that expression on Bucky’s face, and that, in his mind, was absolutely unacceptable. Bucky was a part of his family now, and he had been through so much. He deserved to free himself of the protective walls he’d built up, but Sam knew that getting through to him was much easier said than done. Maybe there was a way that was guaranteed to make Bucky crack a grin? But that seemed nearly impossible. He barely even saw his lips twitch when he told any jokes, even when he thought they were genius! Maybe—
“Earth to Sam?” Came Bucky’s deadpan voice, his steel blue eyes fixed skeptically on Sam’s daydreaming expression. He blinked out of his thoughts and looked toward the super soldier who was sitting on the couch next to him, TV remote in hand that had just paused the show they were watching in the living room of Sam’s house.
“You practically begged me to watch this, and you’re not even watching it yourself.”
Sam adjusted himself on the couch, crossing one leg over the other before he replied.
“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking was all.”
Bucky raised a brow. Sam wasn’t really one to be quiet—that was his job. Him being so zoned out like that was abnormal for him.
“About what? I said your name three times and you didn’t even hear me.”
Sam gave a light shrug, his gaze more on the TV than on Bucky now that he’d reached over to unpause it.
“Just you. Your staring problem. That and the fact you never smile.”
Bucky gave a light scoff, leaning back against the couch cushions. He knew about the staring problem, but he smiled. Right?
…Well, he couldn’t really remember when he’d last smiled genuinely, but whatever. He still did it. Occasionally.
“What? I smile.”
Sam turned his head to look over at Bucky with a look on his face that said ‘are you serious?’
“No, you don’t. Sure, you’ve smiled, like, once or twice in the entire time I’ve known you, but that’s not nearly enough. You gotta let go of yourself, man.”
Bucky huffed through his nose, turning toward the TV, not particularly wanting to hold eye contact with Sam at the current moment.
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter if I smile or not.”
Sam gave a scoff of his own. Bucky was always so closed off—with good reason, to be fair—but it was irritating to Sam. He wasn’t irritated at Bucky, necessarily, but more so at himself for not being able to coax the super soldier out of his shell. He supposed he just needed time and patience, but Sam wasn’t feeling all that patient. He just wanted him to crack a smile, that was all!
“It matters to me. And Sarah, because apparently your stupid ass flirting made her soften up toward you. I told you to quit trying to charm my sister.”
Bucky’s lips twitched just a little at the mention of Sarah. Her boys loved him the second they met him for some reason. He supposed he did allow himself to smile just a bit when he played with them.
“See? Why don’t you do that more often?” Sam asked, gesturing to the very slight quirk of Bucky’s lips that was on his face with a wild wave of his hand, which disappeared as soon as Sam pointed it out. Bucky was like a turtle—you moved too quickly, and he shrunk back into his shell.
“I’m gonna make you smile. I know I can. I’m the king of comedy. Here, listen to this…”
——— An exorbitant amount of time later… ———
Bucky sat, his stupid expression still as stony as it was thirty minutes ago. Sam had told literally every joke he could possibly think of, and Bucky hadn’t even let out so much as a huff. Sam was at his wits’ end. Maybe he’d never be able to get it out of him—not by forcing it, anyway.
“God, you’re impossible.” Sam groaned, leaning back against the couch in defeat.
Bucky simply shrugged. He knew that Sam wouldn’t be able to make him smile—not for real, anyway. But he’d wanted to let him try anyway, just to see him get frustrated. He was a bit of a little shit like that.
“Guess you’re not as funny as you think you are.”
Sam scoffed, throwing an offended look in Bucky’s direction. He could feel the smugness radiating off of him, even if he didn’t show it in his face.
“I am hilarious, actually. You’re just made of stone. Seriously, is there just concrete in there?” Sam huffed, reaching over to jab at Bucky’s side a couple times, expecting a slap and an irritated mutter for him to knock it off.
And—well—he did receive that, but not entirely in the way he was expecting.
Bucky tensed underneath Sam’s fingers, letting out an odd sort of choke mixed with a grumble. He smacked his hand away, shooting a glare at him—but it was weak. Sam had finally caught Bucky off guard.
“Don’t touch me like that.”
Sam raised his brows, a smirk beginning to form on his face. He knew what was going on—after all, being the tickle monster was one of his favorite ways to play with his nephews.
“Like what? Like this?” Sam asked, his hand darting out to poke into Bucky’s side while he still could, a shit-eating grin on his face now.
Bucky kept his lips stubbornly shut this time, as he was more prepared for Sam’s mischief.
“Shut up. Get your hand off me.”
Sam only chuckled, and Bucky could tell from the change in his body language that he was planning something—but that something wasn’t all that mysterious.
“You wanna know what I was really thinking about? How I could finally get your ass to smile for once. How convenient that the best method just walked right up into my arms…”
Bucky shifted where he was sitting, and Sam knew he didn’t have a lot of time before his friend bolted. He had to be fast—Bucky was always far too on guard to be able to ambush him.
“Don’t you even think about it.”
Sam huffed, eyes narrowing, smile still in place.
“I’m thinking about it.”
He lunged forward and tackled Bucky down onto the couch before the super soldier had time to react. He managed to get his human arm pinned down, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to keep his vibranium arm in place despite his best efforts.
Bucky’s expression was something between flabbergasted and a weird sort of offense—like the fact that Sam was able to catch him off guard and pin him was a personal attack. He struggled against Sam’s grasp, feeling color rise to his cheeks at the position they were in. He was about to shout at him to get the hell off, but he didn’t have the time for that. Sam’s free hand was already finding its way to Bucky’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze.
Bucky immediately went silent, his breath held in his lungs, resisting the giggles that he felt rising in his chest—warm, fizzy, unfamiliar. He didn’t know what to do with the feeling—the only thing he knew right now was that he didn’t want it escaping.
But Sam was insistent. His fingers crawled from Bucky’s side to his stomach, vibrating into his belly through his shirt, squeezing into it with his thumb when he found a particularly ticklish spot near his hip.
“S-Sam—!” Bucky managed, his eyes squeezing shut before he was unable to hold his laughter in any longer. Sam pressing his thumb into his hipbone was too much. “I’m gohonna kill yohohou—stohop!”
Sam blinked as he listened to Bucky’s quiet but very real giggling. He hadn’t heard this sound ever before out of him.
It was warm and surprisingly bright for a man like Bucky—Sam found it akin to being bathed in warm sunlight after a very long day. He should do this more often, he found himself thinking—though he didn’t really think about the implications of that.
“I’m really scared,” Sam chuckled, his hand squeezing into his hip and drilling his fingertips into the skin of his stomach above it. “You’re a big tough guy, huh? Big ticklish super soldier?”
“Shh—shuhuhut uhup! Get ohohoff!” Bucky laughed, kicking out his legs to try and push himself out from underneath Sam’s weight. His vibranium hand grabbed at the wrist of Sam’s hand that was tickling him, trying to pull him away—but then he found himself thinking about it.
The last time he’d been pinned underneath another person, he had been stuck with HYDRA. He didn’t get to make choices then, didn’t get to have autonomy then. He was constantly being pinned, held down, reminded that he was under control.
Now, being in that position once again, Bucky’s first instinct was to fight. To beat off the person holding power over him. To make sure he never allowed himself to be that weak again.
But this wasn’t like that. Sam was his friend, someone he trusted greatly and had opened up to so much lately. He was playing around, not trying to make him feel weak or overpowered. Besides, he’d outright told him why he was doing this—he wanted to see Bucky smile. Laugh. That was the purest form of affection that one could show to another—making them happy because they cared about them.
Maybe he shouldn’t resist so much. Maybe… he could let go, even if only a little bit.
So Bucky’s hold on Sam’s wrist loosened. Now, he was only holding onto it for the sake of keeping himself grounded in something while the rest of him got lost in laughter he never really allowed himself to experience.
Sam noticed. He softened at the way Bucky’s expression went from tense to a little more relaxed—like he was trying to stop fighting that smile that made him look so joyous, so bright. His own mischievous smile softened into one of affection as he continued to squeeze along his waist.
Experimentally, Sam released Bucky’s human arm, bringing it down to begin tickling along his ribcage on that side. He expected to be immediately pushed off, but he was surprised.
Bucky grabbed onto his wrist, like he did with his other arm, but didn’t really push him. He just sputtered out empty threats, his laughter increasing in volume when Sam’s other hand dug into his ribs.
“Sahaham! You piece of shihit! I’ll—“
“What, shoot me?” Sam said, raising his brows down at the super soldier underneath him. “You need to come up with some better threats. They’re too predictable. Makes me think you don’t actually mean them.”
Bucky didn’t answer, because he knew Sam was right. He didn’t mean any of them.
“Just—just stohohop it! You’re suhuch a—AH!”
Bucky’s laughter heightened once more when Sam’s left hand crawled up his ribcage into his remaining underarm area, prodding into the soft skin that usually remained protected.
“WILSON!” Bucky exclaimed, giving a particularly hard thrash that nearly threw Sam off. Sam beamed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep Bucky down for much longer, but he enjoyed the sound of his friend’s unrestrained laughs too much to quit just yet.
“Wow, last-naming me? I must have really pissed you off. Let me help you with that,” Sam mischievously offered, his fingers wiggling deeper into the muscles of Bucky’s underarm and making throw his head back with a cackle.
Bucky finally managed to gather enough strength to buck his hips which tossed Sam off, causing him to land on the floor next to the couch in a laughing heap.
The super soldier pushed himself up to rub at his face, realizing that it was sore from smiling. The last time he’d felt that was… back in the 40s, before his military draft… before everything. Sam was the one who had brought that feeling back to him, after so many years of nothing but cold and pain and suffering.
And now Bucky looked toward the floor, where Sam was still giggling to himself while he pulled himself up to stand. He couldn’t help the thought that popped into his head while he gazed at the smile on Sam’s face.
I love that moron.
In fact, Bucky loved him enough to stand up himself and crack his knuckles in a playfully threatening way—he’d gathered his composure incredibly quickly.
“You’re dead, Sam.”
Sam found himself letting out a nervous chuckle, knowing he couldn’t talk himself out of this. He just took off and jumped over the couch with incredible agility and a burst of giddy energy, Bucky thundering after him immediately after.
For the first time in 70 years, Bucky wasn’t chasing a target. He was chasing the light—his light.
I'M SUCH A CHUD MAN I AM SO SORRY!!1!1!! Technically, I've already made silly Steve headcanons before in my original Avengers tickle headcanons post but all those headcanons are CRAP, so don't read them 😭🙏🏽 Consider this a revamp!
Anyways, enjoy these Steve Rogers tickle headcanons! Written platonically, because why not, and STRICTLY sfw! Please keep that in mind! :)
Under the cut :)
30% Lee and 70% Ler. He's a Ler!
Lee:
- Meet Captain Steve Rogers. Strong. Righteous. Disciplined. Stern. The picture of a no-nonsense hero.
- Now throw ALL that slop out the window as soon as you raise your HANDS in his general direction. Welcome back Captain Tickle-Face 🫡
- He's a big underarms and belly guy. You can also get a few chuckles if you trace his fingers or palm. But the killer spot has ALWAYS been the sides!
- Even back in the day! Which is why Bucky, of course, had to announce to ALL THE HOWLING COMMANDOS that their captain is VERY ticklish on the sides and to do with that what they will.
- This led to lovely announcements such as: "If anyone is caught callin' me Captain Squeezy-Sides, Tickles, Laughs-a-lot, or ANYTHING of the sort, he can drop and give me FORTY. See how THAT tickles!"
- (Notice how Steve very easily says that word? Yeah, tough ain't he? NOT!! He still blushes when he says it 🙂↕️)
- The nicknames never did go away, though 😅
- Cuz they weren't wrong! While Steve LOOKS like a walking muscle, he isn't! His sides got some squish to them! And on the days when someone can really catch him lacking, he just SQUEAKS at any squishes there. And I mean he does it HIGH. Then he pretty much buckles over right then and there!
- The effect was even crazier after the serum. Especially since he has a lot of stretch marks there. If anyone slightly BRUSHES that spot, he's down for the count.
- But now, I believe it is time to begin the soft lee Steve appreciation minute 🥹
- You will NEVER be able to tell when Steve is in a lee mood until he knows he's about to get tickles. Before that, he just looks like he's thinking, when actually, he's elbows deep in a tickle daydream. But when you approach...? That's when he cracks.
- He gets all red, and tries to hide his face, but doesn't want you to know he's FLUSTERED so he also DOESN'T hide his face, but then he doesn't know what to do with his hands, so he just starts flapping them and tapping them against things, and you KNOW he's excited but HE won't be telling you that and just- yeah it's a lil bit sweet 😭
- His first instinct is to just say "HUH?" Over and over and play dumb. Steve, I know you're old but you have SUPER HEARING buddy. If you can "HUH" you can HEAR 😒/SILLY
- And the closer you get to him, the more he just melts away into honest stuttering.
- He's also SUPER squirmy and rolls ALL OVER THE PLACE. So, he's picked up the habit of finding something to hold, so at the very least, he doesn't accidentally punch you in the face. He's very courteous as always ☹️.
- And when all is said and done, he is just melting against you with a little "thanks for that" and rubbing his cheeks to try and get all the red out.
- For the rest of the day, people can ALWAYS tell that Steve's been got because he's holding his sides like he's physically trying to hold his silly self upright and, like, ugh. I love him ☹️☹️☹️
- But now... cracks knuckles. It's time for the second part of this post.
Ler:
- And I thought he was a dork before.../silly/aff
- Who even INVITED this dude?! Who thought it was a GOOD IDEA to invite the tower's resident tickle monster?!
- Because yes, that IS his proper title and Steve is friggin' PROUD of it!!!
- It pretty much started as Steve warming up a lot to his new friends, and you and the rest of the Avengers realizing that maybe Steve isn't that serious after all!
- And this REALLY showed when Steve started tickle-wrestling people when they started to mess with him. You mess with Steve, he messes with you back! Thems the rules!! 🤷🏽♂️
- Everyone quickly learned that if you heard the phrase "Oho, so you think you're funny/cute/smart?" It was time to either run for the hills or SQUARE. UP./J
- Cuz Steve doesn't play with his tickle monster status! He has UNLEARNED shame. He is an ACTOR. And YOU try living his life and going through all that BS. Nah, if he's gonna do something, he's gonna do it right and make sure everyone is having fun while he's doing it. Got nothing to be ashamed about in his life 🙂↕️
- This is a long-winded way of saying that you will catch this grown man using a soft DUMB silly stupid voice or actually pretending to be a monster. Sorry not sorry!!/silly
- And honestly, for that first part, he's not even trying to do that. His cuteness aggression is just through the ROOF when he gives tickles!
- "D'awwwhahaa… Lookit you… Ah, ah, ah... Just where do you think you're goin’, Giggles? Don't you even try ahahand hide that smile, now! I can still see it, y'know!"
- It comes to a point where he actually has to stop for a minute because HE'S DYING.
- Like I said. Who. Invited. Him?
- Now, for my final kicker before we move to wind-down time, let me tell you about my biggest Steve Rogers tickle headcanon to ever Steve Rogers tickle headcanon.
- This man LOVESSSS the "keep your arms up" game. It is absolutely chef's kiss to him 😙
- "Keep your arms up for a good ten seconds. Then maybe I'll believe you're tough!"
- Steven Grant Rogers, you keep YOURS up for FIVE first! 🙄
- And if you bring your arms down, he is totally pretending you have trapped his fingers into your pits. So now he can't move them out of there! Guess he's just gonna have to keep them cosy and in place until you move your arms back up...
- Bucky's right. He IS a punk/aff
- But even with that, he never forgets to care for you after the fact ☹️
- Always makes sure you're brushed off and comfortable, and felt safe and happy the whole dang time.
- Will be offering you as many after-tickle hugs as you want. What? He loves them! Only fair you get the same 🫂
- But still, not without a good hair ruffle and a smirk, just so you know the tickle monster is always around the corner ^^
BUT ANYWAYSSS enough with my self indulgence, that's all I have for you guys today! Wrote this spontaneously in one sitting. No plan, just yap. Hope it wasn't TOO obvious, and all three of the Lee/Ler Steve truthers and anyone else who tuned in liked it! Like genuinely, thank ya'll so much for reading my silly stuff!!! 😅😅😅
A/N: A huge thank you to @fluffygiggles for commissioning me last week! I had a blast working for you and thank you for letting me mention you and for letting me show off the work <3
Commission Summary: "Tony discovers Peter is ticklish and of course has to test the extent of his sensitivity."
Or Tony and Peter sharing a playful moment in the lab!
Words: ~ 2700
Characters: Tony Stark and Peter Parker from the Marvel movies
Warnings: Tickles Don't like don't read, please and thank you <3
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If you asked Peter about what happens in the Stark Tower over the weekend he truly wouldn't be able to give you a straight answer. It's not that he wouldn't like to give someone an answer, it was just that the weekend was always a surpise package. Sometimes he would train with the other Avengers, other days he wasn't there to whitness the happenings, somedays he would work with Tony on projects and every now and again it was a pure game and chill weekend...
This weekend wasn't supposed to be any of that but..
He had been working on a new formula for his web fluids, seated on the couch with both legs tucked to his body. His hands were flying over the keyboard with unpracticed ease as he ignored his surroundings. He didn't mind Sam bickering with Bucky, or Steve cutting in every now again to scold them for not watching the movie they had picked out together. Nor did he mind the occasinal side eye from Clint who leaned over to silently check out his progress like a curious hamster. And he certianly didn't mind Fridays announcement.
Wait
His head snapped up when everyone looked at him „Uh.. sorry what was that Friday?“ he asked, craining his head to the ceiling and tearing his eyes from his screen for the first time the past hour.
„The Boss requests your assistance in the lab“ Friday repeated steadily but Peter could've sworn if the Ai could sound amused she definitely would be. It wasn't every day that he just wouldn't pay attention to anything and zone out into his work.. With his senses dialled to 11 it was a task almost impossible to accomplish, still sometimes miracles like today happened.
Peter saved his work, promptly jumping to his feet „Coming“ .. he sent a short wave to the others before vanishing in the hall.
The elevator ride was silent, but his thoughts were everything but.
Tony had cancelled their weekly lab time after school a few days ago because he was moving things around a little to „fit a new adittion“ to it. Whatever his mentor had meant by that..
A chime and his feet automatically moved into the forespace that parted the lab from the outside. Through the glass he could see Tony standing over a display of a new spidersuit and a spark of exitement shot through him. He sped up and jogged a little way before walking through the door „Mister Stark“ he greeted lightly as he announced his presence to his Mentor. „Hey Pete“ Tony greeted and his eyes fell to him ever so shortly before he took a step backwards from his work space and made the small hologarmm bigger.
„what do you think?“ he asked with a cheeky smile.
Peter grinned, a twinkle in his eyes already speaking for him before he had even opened his mouth „Looks great Mister Stark.“ „Glad you like it kid, though i've ran into a few issues that we need to look into“
Peter raised an eyebrow, watching as Tony moved a few screens out of the way. „We already talked about this a few days ago, but your stickiness only works if the material is thin enough.“ „so we need to test how thick the material can be?“ Peter finished for his mentor who gave an affirmative nod.
„How are we going to do that?“ „hm, come sit Pete.“ Tony said as he walked past a table, tapping it's surface with two fingers.
The younger followed the order, eyeing the table. It was huge, he could lay down on it and roll around without issue, sure his legs would be hanging off partly, but still..
His eyes moved to a box almsot overflowing with different fabrics.
„We'll use the differnt fabrics and place them between your fingers and this metal sheet.“ Tony said, catching the attention of his trainee as he walked back with the thin sheet in hand. The sheet was shimmering in the lab lights as its smooth surface refelcted it ever so slightly. Peter took it as Tony handed it to him „I want to test both your hands and your feet, just in case they end up having differencies we don't know about“ Peter nodded, that sounded logical. His feet would obviously always have more tracktion but who knew if the hairs there worked just like the ones on his hands..
„Do you think we could see that under a microscope?“
The question had tumbled out of his mouth before he had even properly registered the thought. Tony stared at him, the bafflement on his face made Peter recoil sligthly „I-I meant like hypothetically! N-not like- y'know- gosh that- i..“ an amused chuckle cut Peters fumbling off and Tony moved closer to him with a chair.
„We could, yes“ Tony mused, looking up ever so slightly to see Peters full face. „But I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be comfortable for you.“ Peter grimaced.. yeah laying under a microscope was probably not the nicest place to lay down under. „Plus, I seriously doubt it'll be of any major importance“ „hmm..“ „Of course if you're curious I can-“ „nOOooo!“ Peter interrupted, shaking his hands in front of him and his head violently to make his position incredibly clear to his mentor who seemed all too amused with his outburst. „It's fine, you're right! Plus it's not that interesting“ He laughed nervously, as he held the back of his head.
Tony tilted his head, „No? You sounded pretty interested a minute ago.“ „mister staaaark..“ „heh, okay, alright“ his mentor soothed and leaned over to grab a piece of fabric. „Let's start from the thinnest and work our way up.“ he offered the cloth to Peter who held his hand out to grab it. „so i just put it over it?“ he asked, referencing to the metal sheet in his other hand. „Pretty much, yes.“
Peter nodded, doing as told. He fit the fabric perfectly over the metal before placing his hand onto it and letting go with the other. Tony hummed, „try shaking your hand a little.“ he urged, eyes fixated on the connection between his fingers and the two items. When he shook it, a tingle of cold rushed down his palm and through his lower arm but it didn't drop. „That felt weird..“ Peter commented and took the sheets away. „Oh? How so?“ his mentor asked, his eyes locking on Peter. „Well.. it was like.. I just felt the air flow a lot better?“ he fumbled out and frowned „I guess it was like ice went down one of my nerves?“
Tony nodded „That'd make sense, your senses are dialled up significantly and the airflow is getting condensed through the gaps between your fingers“ he murmured before turning to a screen, „We'll definitely need a fabric that's warm enough for you to swing in.“ Peter eyed the fabrics next to them, that probably already divided the number of fabrics tested by two if they left out the cooler ones.
Peter grabbed the next fabric, prepping it as his mentor murmured to himself about possible improvements.
Slowly they made two piles, one that definitely didn't work and one that worked just fine.
„Alright, that was the last one. Do you need a break or can we continue?“ Tony asked as he dotted down the last few notes on his screen. Peter shook his head „We can continue“ „Then take off one of your shoes and socks please.“
Once Peter had gotten to that he found himself wrangling the fabric and the metal sheet under his foot. Tony sniggered at the sight of his trainee's rather clumsy attempts „what?“ Peter huffed, his supposedly annoyed tone getting overshadowed by his tale telling smile. „Here, let me help“ Tony offered and slid over, letting Peter drop the fabric and the metal sheet into his hands. „Ugh, I can't believe this..“ Peter groaned dramatically which gained a soft grin from his mentor. „stick to it webs.“ Tony huffed and squeezed the ankle slightly when Peter didn't latch onto the items right away „alright alright!“ the boy barked a laugh and let the experiments continue. He shook his foot and hummed „It feels like I can stick to them a lot better“ he commented, looking at Tony who nodded „that's good to know“ he said and caught peters foot again, trying to take the items from the foot, raising an eyebrow when Peter didn't let go.
„Pete?“ he asked and looked up at his trainee. The male looked at him with an almost too innocent face „what?“ „Let go.“ „I'm not holding anything.“ the teen mused, raising his hands. Tony raised an eyebrow but a smile etched itself onto his features „Sure kid, let go.“ he urged again, this time emphasised by a soft scribble to the top of the foot.
Peter gasped and flinched back with a panicked giggle „Hey!“
Tony's head snapped up at the reaction, not out of fear that he had hurt him but more out of the curiosity on why his trainee had reacted that way. „What was that?“ Peter shrugged „what was what?“
Smooth.
Tony squinted at him. „This..“ Peter squeaked and moved his leg underneath himself before Tony could even touch him and surprised by the reaction he studied the boy's features. Redded cheeks.. giddy smile and an anxious shimmer in his eyes. Tony hummed in amusement and Peter could only watch as a mischievious grin formed on his mentors face. „Right, let's continue.“
With noticable hesitation did the boy place his foot back into his mentors lap and Tony continued as usual until Peter felt himself in the clear... that's when he struck. „Ned told me something interesting yesTEHEHheHE-!“ Peter curled up in a heap at the sudden scribbles under his soles, tugging at his leg. „MIHiHIHIsTER STAHARK!“ he screeched through his hysterical laughter, shaking his head. Tony hummed „Would you like to tell me something Peter?“ he let up and let his trainee catch his breath. The male giggled loopsidedly and shook his head „Nohot reheally..“ Tony sniggered and rolled his eyes while patting the boys shin „You're aware that we'll need to test this right?“
Even to Tony himself he didn't sound serious and Peter clearly clocked it as well as his shocked glance was replaced with a playful one in an instant. „Oh yeah?“ he mused and tilted his head „Maybe if you can catch me!“ he exclaimed but yelped when Tony almost immediately grabbed him by his leg and pushed his chest to the table, followed by his hand squeezing his tigh while the other pinned the boys shoudler firmly to the table. „WohOhah! Mister- STAHARK!“ the boy yelped and kicked. Tony shook his head „Careful there! Don't kick me!“ he mused and looked at the boy who was flailing around with his hands, unsure if he wanted to fight and sit up, cover his face, try grabbing at his mentor or hit the table. „My, my Pete, don't tell me you're this ticklish everywhere“ The boy in question whined, cheeks blossoming in a red hue. Tony clearly seemed to notice as the grin turned to a smirk „I don't believe that... what would you rate this spot?“ „NoHohothing!“
„Nothing?“ Tony echoed curiously and hummed in mock ignorance „I don't know.. you're reacting quite a bit for it to be nothing..“ he shurgged „Well, guess i'll have to take measures into my own hands.“ „Ahactually mihister staHARK! HEHEY!“ the boy bucked when the hand moved to his hips, one squeeze there, then a squeeze on the other side, then a scribble on his waist. Peter squeaked at the last one and squeezed his eyes shut „MOHoHOhohove Spohots!“ he called out. Gosh he may only have been giggling but the touch at his waist had him reeling back at how much it tickled. „What? Why? I rather like this spot..“ Tony said, emphasising his statement with soft scriblles there „I don't think i've ever heard you giggle like this, you should do it more often“. Peter's ears flushed, not ony at what Tony had just said but also at his own giggles. They were highpitched and all over the place until the first hiccup preppred into them. „What was that? Think you can do that again?“ he sniggerd which earned antoher whine from the boy „Okay, okay haha“
Peter's body jumped again, the hands slowly trailed over his sides and his stomach, the distance they made was impeccably slow but the movement was quick, sending aftershocks through his spine. The funny feeling had him continously writher under Tony's fingers, and then they lifted.
Nothing happened for a good few seconds and Peter opened his eyes, regretting it immediately as the hands hovered over him „mihihister stahahark cohome on, we arent even through the farbics yehet“ he tried to reason but all reason seemed to just bounce off of the other. „hmm, we aren't through this test yet either.“ he mused and tilted his head „It'd be pretty bad if someone found out about this“ he shook his head dramtically with an almost comical worried expression.
Peter growled playfully „As if someone ever would.“ Tony raised an eyebrow „I did,“ he said as he let his hands drop. Peter screeched and sat up slightly, grabbing onto both hands... when had Tony let him go? Didn't matter! The older smirked, hands having faked the teen out and were now hovering even closer. Anticipating giggles left Peters lips and he groaned, falling back „Just do it!“ he squeaked „Your wish is my command“ „WAIT NO-HA!“
Peter bucked and kicked out, Tony that bastard hadn't gone back to his stomach, no. He had buried his hands in the hollows of Peters poor armpits. The boy threw his head back, hysterical, bubbly laughter filled the lab. Tony sniggered as he watched Peter flail and buck like a fish out of water, „You're way too ticklish for your own good bambino.“ The Peter wheezed followed by a wave of loud laughter „AHAM NOHOT!“ „Sure are, here look, if I do this..“ the hand scribbled at his waist, „NahahHAO!“ „You start giggling... or If i go here..:“ he squeezed his thigh making peter kick out like a puppy „You start getting violent“ Tony said, his voice practically dripping with playfulness. „ThAHAt'S YouHUhuHUR FAHAULT!“ Peter exclaimed which gained him a 'scolding' glance „Don't patronize the tickle monster Peter“ The boy barked a laugh and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a second which proved to be a mistake as tony used it to get back to his unportected armpits „And here you turn into a fish out of water!“ Tony grinned, he wondered if the boy had even heard him under his boistrous laughter but he figured the boy knew what he'd say..
„OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY! MIHISTER STAHARK!“ The male sniggered and finally let up „you okay Pete?“ the boy in question curled up and groaned „Youhu're ruthless!“ a snort broke through Peters giggles, making him look at Tony who had a shimmer of adoration in his eyes „Didn't go too far though did I?“ Peter shook his head „I'm fineee. If I had wanted to I could've stopped you.“
Tony stared at him for a second „So you liked it?“ „WHAT?!“ Peter exclaimed and sat up in a frenzy „I never said that!“ he squeaked and Tony raised an unbelieving eyebrow „Right, and your ears are totally agreeing to your claim.“ Peter spluttered and covered them „they have nothing to do with this!“ „Heh, sure.“ „Mister Stark!“ Peter yelped and jumped form the table to follow the genius „Mhm, let's dot some things down and then take a break.“ Peter huffed at the statement and crossed his arms. Tony, without looking poked his side, making him giggle and flinch „Stop“ Tony sniggerd „Alright one more thing“ he mused and looked at Peter, waiting for permission.
Peter huffed, „Fine.“ Tony lit up and hugged Peter close „You can be so adorable“ „I am no such thiHiHihehehe!“ Peter broke down in hightpitched giggles, shoulders jumping to protect his ears and neck from the nuzzle. Tony smirked down at him „sure whatever you say...“
And if Tony found Peter more endearing by the day? Nobody's business.
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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.
