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Fics I Have Read/Am Reading.

This LINK is to a Google docs of fic recs on AO3 with the title and author as well as links to them. Summaries will be slowly added. The doc is updated regularly.

Last updated May 4, 2026

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Paperpuffin

jaemyun

Windreaper

Nina6teen

space_mammal

cyan13

Nerdpoe

Shycrow

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Danny Phantom x Batfam/DC

A thing with wings by paperpuffin ●

One Stop Soup Shop by PaperPuffin ○

The Haunting of Danny Fenton by PaperPuffin ●

Like Betta Fish Do by PaperPuffin ●

Love Like You by DisillusionedDanny ●

Wait For It by DisillusionedDanny ●

You'll Find a Rainbow by DisillusionedDanny ●

Leave All Your Longing Behind by DisillusionedDanny ●

Of All the Things My Hands Have Held by DisillusionedDanny ●

Life, Death, and In Between by SaturdayNightFrights ○

r/AITA for not wanting to clean the BASEMENT? By SaturdayNightFrights ○

New Stars And Healing by CosmicDustPoltergeist ○

Corrupted Respawning by CosmicDustPoltergeist ○

Papa Bear, Kryptonian bear? By The_Corvid_Ruler ○

April showers bring may flowers by jugglingdaisies ○

Bird buddies by marshmallowbun ○

Danny fenton: Dead and loving it by Hyperkid ○

Dany kidnaps damian(not really) by thebritishspider ○

Dannys daycare by robinsegghead ○

Empty eyes and apathy by 14muffin ○

Family Bonding and other Perilous Pursuits by Shynnohwen ○

Fate is a Bitch and Her Timing Sucks! By OnlyHereForTheSnacks ○

Ghosts Don't Belong Here by Wararabihime○

Hearth Phoenix by Nina6teen ○

How About Breakfast in Bed? By space_mammal ○

I Am A Retired Hero And My Love Interest Is A Former Crime Lord!? By ShyCrow ○

Life on the Farm by windreaper ○

My Name Is Not Wonder Boy!! By CrepuscularCryptid ○

Red Robin's Chickling by EvaDragon ○

Robin's Egg by Calix○

Some Kind of Miraculous Bind by Saitrised ○

Staying Below Ground (and other such struggles) by Yamm (yarnhedgehog) ○

The Bystander Effect by cyan13 ○

Wayne's Haunted Mansion by Tathartiel ○

To Whom It May Concern by Sagoberattare ○

Wrong Number by piperita ○

Young Justice and the Sleeping (not actually a) God by nerdpoe ○

Who you gonna call? By jaemyun ○

Not a baby, (Yes you are) by Stars_not_focused ○

Bus to Nowhere by foldingfacets ○

White Crow by Sol_Victoria ○

More Like Home by liketolaugh ○

A Tyrant's Failed Guide To Adopt a Star by Vender_Nyx ○

Secrets never stay buried forever by BottomKageyamaForLife_000 ○

Found Duckling by EvaDragon ○

School Spirit by PunzAnonymous ○

The Ghost Warlock by Cas3_Blanca ○

Blood on the Crown by SkylarkSky ○

The Regent by Angel_Adonael ○

Lock The Last Open Door by AKelaNakamura ○

One Year To Fill A Lifetime by Katyakora ○

Avoiding Past And Future by PikaWings ○

The Health and Wellbeing of Hybrid Entities by Faeriekit ○

Phantom Mess by Miakah ○

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy, Hashtag_Driveby_Writes ○

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire ○

Won't Be Slain Here by TheStrange_One ○

Baby, I Basked in the Violence by Garden_Haunter ○

Phantom Rouges (with pics) by AealZX ●

what dumb luck or good ghost led you from there to here? by aryelee ● (oneshot)

Vacation Crashers by Imp_y ●

what dumb luck or good ghost led you from there to here? by aryelee●

What Binds Us by Breanna ●

Uilnow: a DeAged Danny Fic by SweetFinch ●

How are stars made? by JoeyT12 ●

if you find a vigilante in the dumpster by lunamugetsu ●

Birds of a Feather by WindyEngel ●

Cousins, Clones, and Conning the Family by bloggerspam ●

Going Broody by bloggerspam ●

Grave Promises by Blueseabird2 ●

And So It Ghost by Evandarya ●

Fresh Start and Gotham Bats by Some_Stupid_Reckless_Idiot ●

Fighting as a Form of Flirting by piperita ●

Kindred Spirits by NightFlame33 ●

Jasmine Luthor By Die_Erlkonigin6083 ○

A Second Life by Die_Erlkonigin6083 ●

The Boy King and the Dark Knights by AcesAndSpades72 ●

The Bat Trap by Threee ●

Bruised by DizzlyPuzzled ●

Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) by Astereae ●

7/2 clones by scp987 ●

Released (My Tongue Will Speak Visions) by PrinceTriscuit ●

Coronation by corkinavoid ●

TWINcognito mode by nerdpoe ●

The Red String of Tim Drake Is A Fucking Liar by Wanderbird ●

Graveyard Shift Shouldn't Last All Day by Crryz ●

How I Met Your Brother by Athelazarus (Sue_Nightbird_x) ●

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DCU X MCU

Dark matter by mysterycyclone(peter) ●

World Fall by mysterycyclone (^ part 2) ○

Blue divergence by mysterycyclone(tony) ○

Natural charge by kwaffles ○

Green, Through And Through by Another_Fucking_Robin ○

Existential Crisis Mode by LuciaInTheSky○

I will hear you call by underscoreiscool○

IQ 250 by rnbowshrbert ●

Peter Parker in Gotham by ILoveFiction ○

A wish of survival by Chaotic_aroace ○

Leap of Faith by ErinWantsToWrite, DandelionPrince, alighterwood ○

Home Sweet Home. By Queenisdemilo ●

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen ○

Through the Wire by Winwin87 ○

Who's Ready for Tomorrow by tsaiibii ○

Four Years and Counting by by AWarriorAtHeart1 ○

I'm Here, I'm Alive by leiah1 ○

The realities of Parker luck by Vinko_2896 ○

Winged Spiders by Nekton ○

Viridescent by the_halloween_jack ○

From the Ground Up by casswhatever ○

Red and blue are hero colors by cashmire ○

Mercy by dracomega ●

SWAP - Peter Parker in Gotham City by Hulith ●

The Ones Burnt by This_is_lovin ●

so why do I seem to need too? by BlackBellabu ○ ( rewrite of 'And When You Fall by BlackBellabu')

ShutterBug by Iriley ●

A Web of Blood Soaked Roses by Cutewarmachine ●

Spider and Bat Friends series by Emmacortana ●

Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh ●

Shadows of Yesterday by Barefoot_mouse ●

Red shadows over Gotham by SolarFlareX ○

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Danny Phantom x Percy Jackson

The Favorite Son by windreaper ●

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Batfam/DCU

Unfamiliar Feathers by lemonomic○

The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad) by Yellow_sprouts ○

For One So Small by Stratagem ○

children of the stars by Scarlet_Ribbons○

Puzzles Made of Broken Glass by thatcuriouscat ●

Wants and Needs (Well, Mostly Wants) by Rhiw ○

Damian Drake by InkpotSprite ○

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time by Ihavenotsleptindays ●

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich ●

Restlessness by LuminaStarCrest ●

Kryptonite Kiss by SlightlyPsycho ●

Rise of Cardinal By JustThatOneGirl1815 ●

Cardinal Kin by TheRoyalLibrarian ●

Hasn't This Kid Ever Heard of Stranger Danger? By lets_support_frogs ●

In Another Life by DLaugh ●

The Bat Shaped Bird by Bekbek ●

The Cassandra Metaphor by writersagainstwritersblock●

I Slant Devoutly (Birdbrain) by bloodvvitch ●

one summer in smallville by officialzepresentation ●

Liminal Space by Calamityjim ●

cards on the table by wesslan ●

Take It Back Now Y'all by TimTheToaster (tabletoptime) ●

Through the Walls by maychorian ●

Latchkey by goldkirk ●

Repeat Your Favorite Mistakes And Love Them All Again by watchingthestars13 ●

Didn't Know Which Way Was Home ('Til I Found You) by watchingthestars13 ●

If You Could, Would You Go Back and Do It All Over Again? by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG) ●

Fatherhood - Year One by Blue_Crow757 ●

The Hearts of Gotham by schrijverr ●

Sapphire and Faded Jeans by cornelia_h ●

Black Bird Singing in the Dead of Night by Alectric ●

Shaking off Shadows by Star_Gazing_Knight ●

Too Young For a Soulmark by stormpilot_obsessed ●

tiptoes by thirdgleam ●

Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw by GoAwayOlivia ●

Well-Versed Replacement by sElkieNight60 ●

Finding the Line by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday ●

Across the Sands by Lulu_Rhythm ●

Time (to Protect You) by Blueseabird2 ●

Brotherhood by silver_hawthorn ●

Laughter Lines by TimmyJaybird ●

best laid plans by Valkirin ●

suddenly you're ripped into being alive by ladybitter ●

Robins and Other Flightless Birds by Ionaperidot●

Exit Strategy by smilebackwards ●

Baby Birds and Bat Caves by IzzyMRDB ●

A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin ●

Batman (Supposedly) Works Alone by Listentothelittlebird ● (code bat series)

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes home by motleyfam ●(Settle Our Bones series)

My Old Video Diary by Booklandia2538 ●

5 times a robin called for dad +1 time and only by Patatarav ●

Ballroom Punchlines by SleepySsnail ●

Shell Shock by BingoBorrible ●

Baby Bats by that1emowitch ●

The Light Behind Your Eyes by that1emowitch ●

Sick Boy Soldier by that1emowitch ●

Gotham is burning by istayniche ●

The Isolation Place by acuteneurosis ●

I Don’t Belong Here (I Wish I Was Special) by BootyCrusade ●

Tim Drake’s Guide to Post-Mortem IVF and the Consequences of Teenage Parenthood by candlemouse ●

Lazarus Mad Dad by impravidus ●

The View From Jade by lowflyingfruit ●

This Isn't How Things Are Supposed to Go, But We've Always Been Unorthodox By RenkonNairu ● (part 1)

We need time apart. But all i want is to be with you. by RenkonNairu ● (part 2)

Snapshots of Fractured Packs by RenkonNairu ● (part 3)

What f... (the author shoved all their extra thoughts, tangents, alternate scenes, and AUs of this AU into one fic)? by RenkonNairu ● (part 4)

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust (filling up my coffee cup) by LilaVaporizer9000 ○

renewing the renewal by Allwalkfree ●

Cradle Robber by C_R_Scott ●

Not the Robin They Wanted by Loretta9 ○

Executive Assistant to the Batman by heartslogos ●

Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea ●

Listen to My Heart (It Beats Again) by Lumeleo ●

Many Hands, Light Work by Faeriekit ●

Another dimension by Skyggedrage ●

Sometimes You Fall, Sometimes You Fly by z_bast ○

Existing Wasn't In The Job Description by Chopsticks_For_Pizza ○

Butterfly House by murderbooks ●

A Sea Dwelling Robin by Oddball03 ●

there will be time by starofthevalley I

The Promethean Child by NerdyGay ●

And Yet the Clock Twists Back by Crow_Aeris ●

The Ballad of Dead Robin by Barefoot_mouse ○

Every Storm Clears Eventually by RIN_The_Bandit○

He's Alive (I Didn't Know He'd Died) by Civilized_muppets ●

Baby Birds and their Nests by 1LilBirde (orphan_account) ●

these are the days that must happen to you by SkylaTheScholar ●

Tackles Equal Love by MythicTHUGlife ●

Jason Todd: Regular College Student by AddictedApple ●

Mystery Man by TheWitchBoy ●

familiarity by chuusray ●

He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rhythm ●

break by Frill ●

Slow down by RoosjeM ●

Hold me by dc_comics_lover ●

I'll Die When I'm Dead by InkpotSprite ○

we made our peace with weariness by SkylaTheScholar ○

i'm scared by lastcrazyhorn ●

pulling teeth by nike_the_joyless ●

To Be Allowed to Survive Yet Again by callmeapollo, Insom ●

If We Could Only Utter the Words Left Unsaid by TaintedCure ●

The Time Weaver by BlueLight44 ○

Gotham's Fortune Teller by good2evil ●

S̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ Eighteen Again by StillCain ○

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers by UnsweetenedTea ○

Journey to the Centre of the Multiverse by AddictedApple ●

The Red Ghoul by kurenohikari ●

the head of the demon by throwawayide ○

Family, Forged through Reluctance and Spite by Duckkey ○

a kind of faith prevails by julodinae_sunsets ●

No Need To Fake It by LakeAwen ●

Darker and Darker still by siren_of_the_ocean ●

but who can grow me a new brother? by unlikecharlie ●

Collateral Damage by Lawless_404 ●

Don't let this darkness fool you by swimbfly ●

Heartbeat by Inconvenient_Writer ●

Being eight again by Alone77 ●

a revelation in the light of day by  starofthevalley ●

i. put it on me by xbeauxny ●

Well If You Wanted Honesty by Samsamiam ●

Bruce and the Day He Gained Three Sons by EvaDragon ●

Hal Jordan Is The Second Smartest in The League by Captain_Kinky ●

Do You Have a Death Wish? (sometimes) by RaritySimp ●

The coming sun (sons) by SerlinaBlack ●

Brothering right by Patatarav ●

Forgive Yourself by Letting Yourself Love (and letting yourself be loved) by aviationisthere, samuelwayne ●

Tim Drake's Misadventures by purpleisfetch ●

Kidnapping Really Brings a Family Together (Or; Tim Drake is really tired of ninjas) by squid_king ●

Growing Pains by marsgatorade ●

Every Master, Every Sin by tartaletkaaa ●

Dizzy Edges by Jojo_Squires ○

The Champion of Magic? You Mean My Son? by VicsArchive ○

Listen to My Heart (It Beats Again) by Lumeleo ●

red tags by mikkal ●

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Marvel/MCU

Astronomy In Reverse by pansley ●

The Missing 92 says by YellowDistress ●

Ghost in Brooklyn by Edensgarden5370 ●

The Greatest Show on Earth by StayGolden1 ○

Worst Summer Vacation by mysterycyclone ●

Good publicity by Bergen ●

All good things comes in threes by Bergen ●

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Danny Phantom/DP

Epiphany by TorScrawls ●

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Ooo I have a few weakness for irondad stuff ._. Could you maybe write Peter taking care of his dad? Or maybe Tony noticing how strong Peter is and how much he has to hold back during hugs? Or hmmm what about comfort cuddles? Honestly anything would be fine though ^-^ cause I love what you write and as long as you have fun with it I'm pretty sure I'll love it! But yeah! I hope maybe these suggestions help ^-^

IronDad writers have literally been making and breaking my whole life these last few months LOL How about all 3?? Great suggestions, Nonny! I appreciate you. This helped immensely.

Random AU in which May is dead and Tony adopted Peter. Shocking, I know, but you said dad, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Characters/Genre: Tony Stark & Peter Parker (IronDad & Spiderson); mostly hurt/comfort, tbh

⚠️ warnings: mentions of gun violence (yes I brought up Ben. Don’t hate me.), crying, broken body parts

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“Hey, Pete.” Tony tried to keep his tone light as Peter fluttered around him like an anxious little bird; the boy muttered quietly to himself as he pushed various pieces of furniture a few inches to one side, looked over the set up, and then pushed some of them back the other way again.

“Pete.” Peter seemed to not hear Tony at all as he breezed toward the kitchen at a brisk pace, quickly returning with a cold compress which he absently laid on the coffee table just out of Tony’s reach.

“Peter!” Tony’s tone was loud but not angry as he called out to the teen; Peter jerked to a stop, seeming to come out of a trance as he stared and blinked at Tony for a good five seconds before speaking.

“Yeah? Why’re you yelling?”

“Because I tried to get your attention in a normal person way, but apparently you’ve focused all of your energy on scuttling around like a frightened hen instead of allowing your ears to pick up sound outside your own head.” Tony accentuated his comment with a grin to show Peter he wasn’t truly upset with him, but Peter’s face fell anyway, his eyes wide and shimmering as he pointedly only looked at Tony’s face. “Oh, sh- Awh, buddy...”

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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tony. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please just relax. I can go to my room if that’ll make you feel better. Or I can just leave all together, I guess; I’m sure Rhodey or Happy could-”

“Kid. Stop. Before you give yourself whiplash.” Tony sighed and gestured for Peter to walk toward him. “Come here.”

Peter stayed frozen in place, a look of horror washing over his features that might have been comedic if Tony didn’t know it was genuinely wrought from a place of fear.

“Pete. You’re not gonna break me, kid.” Tony grimaced when Peter flinched, catching the mistake far too late. “You know what I mean. Just get over here or I’ll come over there.” Tony reached for the crutches propped nearby, wrinkling up his nose and making a mental note to get to the lab to make a suitable replacement when Peter wasn’t looking. If that was possible.

“No! No no no! I’m coming; I’m coming. Don’t move!” Peter scurried over to Tony and stopped inches from the side of the couch; his eyes shone even brighter than before, and Tony braced himself for the inevitable flood. Peter hadn’t cried since everything started, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the kid’s guilt shattered him to pieces.

Tony shimmied back so that his side was against the back of the spacious sectional sofa, patting the now empty space beside him. Peter eyed him warily, finally looking at all of Tony before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Please, Tony.” Peter whispered, his voice catching painfully. “I....I can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay.” Tony reached out a hand, and Peter took it slowly, eying Tony in case he tried anything. Tony smiled stiffly and rubbed his thumb over the back of Peter’s hand while studying the boy’s face carefully. “It’s not your fault, Peter.”

Peter jerked violently and dropped Tony’s hand; he stared in disbelief at his mentor-turned-father, his mouth slightly agape and nostrils flaring. “That’s...how can you say that?” His voice was low, but his tone was bitter and biting though Tony knew Peter’s ire was not aimed toward him. “You wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” Tony sighed at Peter’s shocked expression. “You definitely played a part in this situation, but so did I. And so did the idiot who didn’t know how to stop or redirect a pair of ice skates. I guess he was shocked that a toothpick could pick up such a hunk of meat.” Tony snorted but immediately ground his teeth together when his comment didn’t soften Peter’s gaze at all. “Look, Pete. Times were had. Mistakes were made. Tonys were dropped, and a foot was broken, but it’s not the end of all things, okay? I’m not a fragile little porcelain bird; I don’t always shatter when I fall, but this time just happened to be a bad break. No pun intended.”

“But that’s the point!” Peter was actually on the brink of a breakdown, his voice manic with fear and guilt. “You’ve done so much in your Iron-Man suit, and you’ve ended up okay. I’ve been so careful to control my powers, but the one time I decide to have a little fun, I screw everything up by being careless, and now you’re hurt!” Peter threw an arm toward Tony’s left foot which was encased in a red cast and propped on a stack of throw pillows that had come with the couch.

“It was fun, though.” Tony drew up a fond if not slightly devious smile. “I haven’t been carried around like that since I was a kid. I felt like a five-year-old. And the look on that guy’s face. I’ve never seen a man more terrified of me. Did you hear how he said, ‘T-Tony Stark?!’” Tony brought his hands to his mouth in a cartoonish manner, eyes comically wide and teeth chattering like a frightened Scooby Doo. He quickly dropped the façade and smirked devilishly. “I wonder if he thinks we’ll sue. We’ll hold off on making a statement; that’ll be plenty of karma for my foot.”

Peter’s brow creased at “we,” but he stayed silent, pulling and twisting at the edges of his sweater’s sleeves and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Pete, I can’t truly have fun with the situation if you’re all pouty like that.”

“What’s fun about this?” Peter grumbled and slouched with his arms crossed.

Tony laughed out loud, startling Peter with the boom in his tone. “Now you look like the five-year-old. There’s plenty that’s fun. I can order Happy around in a way I haven’t been able to since Afghanistan. He’s even better than you at the worried hen impersonation.” Tony just wrinkled his nose at Peter’s sidelong glare. “Pepper won’t dream of getting on my case right now; at least, not like normal. A short break from Stark Industries stuff is a nice change of pace. Definitely no Avengers stuff for a while which is fine with me. I need time here to settle in with my kiddo.” Tony’s features softened when Peter’s cheeks heated with a blush; the teen refused to meet the billionaire’s gaze, so he continued on quietly. “My son. My adopted child named Peter Parker who is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, regardless of what has happened or will happen. Sleepless nights and broken feet and all.”

Peter worked his jaw painfully, his lips curling and uncurling as he fought with himself.

Tony lightly snapped his fingers and gestured for Peter to meet his gaze, smiling a closed-lipped smile that reached to his eyes before quietly but firmly declaring, “I forgive you, Peter.”

Peter didn’t react at first. He stared at Tony for a moment with his jaw clenched so tight Tony worried he might break a tooth, but then twin tears broke free when Peter blinked for longer than normal, and his face crumpled. He let his head fall forward into his hands as quiet, broken cries tore up and out of his throat.

Tony reached out and tugged lightly on Peter’s sweater until the boy finally acquiesced and dropped onto the very edge of the couch, sitting parellel to Tony. Rolling his eyes, Tony sat up and pulled Peter into his arms, cupping his son’s head with one hand as he cried into Tony’s shoulder. “I know, buddy. I know. It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. And so are you.”

Peter finally wrapped his arms firmly around Tony’s midsection, clinging to the back of his sweatshirt, and Tony tilted his head to rest against Peter’s.

Tony gasped when Peter’s hug became just a bit too hard, squeezing the air out of him, and he felt Peter stiffen in his hold and try to pull away. Tony, however, had no intention of letting go of his kid until his cries died down, so he held Peter tighter and reclined back against the couch, giving them both a second to readjust before sliding his hand back into Peter’s messy curls.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Peter was muttering repetitiously into one of his hands which was balled in a tight fist against his mouth, trying in vain to keep in his cries.

“I forgive you, Peter. For everything. I’ll never get mad at you for loving me.”

“But I hurt you.”

“On accident. While showing how much you love me by having fun and hugging me. I’m not mad, buddy, so I need you to get out whatever guilt you’re feeling, okay?” Peter took in a gasping breath, and it finally clicked for Tony; he rested his chin on Peter’s head and murmured into his hair. “Not that I don’t think you love me or anything, but what’s really got you so worked up?”

“What do you mean?” Peter stuttered quietly.

“I know you feel bad about dropping me, but we both know I could’ve gotten out easily and that it was the other guy’s fault, not yours.”

“But I snuck up behind and surprised you.”

“So? I could’ve told you to put me down, and I know you would have. Please, kid, you gotta tell me what’s had you creeping around me like a hand-shy stray kitten for the past few days.”

Peter was silent save for his cries, and Tony looked toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient.

After a full minute of silence, Peter sighed heavily.

“...You know what happened to Ben?”

“Only what you’ve told me.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Tony had definitely dug up what he could on Ben Parker’s murder, and, putting Peter’s and his pieces together, he knew Peter had his powers when his dad’s brother, a police officer and Peter’s guardian at the time, was shot outside of a gas station in Queens while trying to stop a mugging. Unarmed. Tony had come to understand so much about Peter after reading about Ben’s case.

Tony’s wandering thoughts halted when Peter cleared his throat.

“It’s just...I was there...the night he died. I was in my crummy old Spider-Man costume, watching Queens from a building near the gas station.” Peter sighed a deep, trembling sigh, and Tony felt tears drip onto the hand that held Peter against him. “I heard them yelling, but I figured it was some drunk guys fighting over a lotto card or something, but when I really listened, my enhanced hearing picked up his voice. I tried to web over, but...it was too late.” Peter’s voice cracked and trembled. “So now, knowing that I have these powers that can do good...that could have done good...I don’t want to do anything else, you know? I never want my powers to be a bad thing, so it just sucks so much that I hurt my dad-” Peter cut off with a sharp intake of breath, biting his lip hard and squeezing his eyes shut though tears still leaked out. “That I hurt you, especially after everything you’ve done for me. I just feel so bad.”

“I know.” Tony readjusted them so that Peter’s head rested against his shoulder; his tone was low and even in Peter’s ear. “I know you get your moral compass from Ben and his self-sacrificial nature, and I’m so glad you had someone as loving and dedicated as Ben to raise you during your formative years.” Peter shook against him, his breath coming in short bursts, and Tony wrapped both arms around Peter to secure him as closely and tightly as possible. “But, Peter, you have to drop this guilt, okay? I know I didn’t know Ben, but he wouldn’t want this for you. He’d want you to be living it up and happy with me. Not mulling over something you didn’t have control over. Multiple somethings.”

Peter continued to whimper into Tony’s neck, and Tony just held his newly adopted son, hoping his words sunk in as he allowed the boy to cry himself out as he needed to. The stress of the last day, really the last year since May’s passing, had really worn Peter down to the bone. Despite his healing abilities, Tony had noticed the frequent glaze that settled over Peter’s eyes and the hoarse undertones in his voice. The kid was sleepless, running himself ragged at night being Spider-Man and searching for May’s killer. (Peter has never confessed this, of course, but Tony knew there was a reason Peter just couldn’t seem to make curfew....Plus he’d used FRIDAY to make Karen tattle, but for now, Peter could believe she was keeping it all on the down low.)

Tony had heard (read: read online) some teenager adoption stories that were outright horrific, but the majority of adoptive parents just warned about emotional instability, pushing boundaries, and the critical step of forming strong relationships. Tony had definitely experienced the first two, mainly before he’d even had a reason to adopt Peter, but he often worried about that last part. Was he forming a strong relationship with Peter, built on boundaries and actual bonds? He doubted this often, especially when Peter exploded or they disagreed loudly, but right now, with his kid in his arms and finally, if not too carefully, hugging him back, Tony told those fears to back off.

Peter was his kid, and Tony loved Peter Parker more than any other teenager in the world.

Superpowers, broken foot, crying mess, and all.

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We need more Peter Parker and Morgan Stark being biological sibling fics and we need them now

[coldarmsandawildermind]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Team Bonding, Movie Night, Sleepwalking, Mutual Pining Summary:

In which Steve and Tony are both totally and completely crazy about each other, and everyone knows but them.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Lights Will Guide You Home (Ch. 1)

Story: AU in which Peter Parker, 16, is a homeless vigilante just trying to do his thing in Queens. Tony Stark is a rich superhero who flies onto the scene. Eventual IronDad will ensue.

A/N: Title from Coldplay’s “Fix You.” Sorry if this AU has been done like 10,000 times and if that song has been used like 15,000. Here’s another.

WARNINGS: Guns, gun violence, robbery, cussing, verbally abusive language

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It’s only midnight, but Peter’s already feeling the weight of exhaustion creeping into his bones. He stands on the Queens rooftop looking out over the city; the fading yellow streetlights give him a strange kind of warmth in his stomach, a stark contrast to the burn of hunger that usually lingers there. He sighs and leans his head against the post next to him; he pulls up his red ski mask above his nose and inhales deeply, allowing his eyes to slide closed, allowing his ears to absorb the familiar sounds of the city, unhindered as he just exists for a moment.

For a moment he feels like a normal person. Not a vigilante. Not a homeless teenager. Not a crime fighter. Not even a superhero, if he were to be so bold with such a title. For a moment he is just a human being, and that is all he could ask for after four straight nights packed full of activity. Nobody needs saving. Nobody’s chasing him down. Nobody’s crying, “Spider-Man! Help me!” For once Peter Parker can just exist, and for once that’s enough. It doesn’t feel like he has to earn his existence, like he owes the universe anything for allowing him to live when everything he loves has been stolen away from him.

But the moment doesn’t last. It never does.

Peter opens his eyes, blinking once before pulling his mask over his face. He crouches, carefully moving toward the edge of the building, and quiets his breathing as much as is possible, listening intently for what would follow the sound that he thinks is the tell-tale clicking of a lock-pick's handiwork. 

There it is. The rattle of a doorknob, the shuffle of feet. 

A break-in in his typical territory. These guys are getting bold.

Peter positions himself at the edge of the building, peering over but staying as inconspicuous as possible; they’re just a few buildings over in a store Peter has frequented. Had frequented with his Uncle Ben. Their last visit was a little over a year ago...before-

Peter snaps to attention when he hears the cash register shaking, the intruders trying to break it open with brute force. He can’t see them anymore from this building, so he tiptoes over the back edge and scales the back wall as quickly and quietly as he can. He comes around the left corner and listens, hearing nothing, and he comes out to the side, keeping to the shadows just in case. His tinted swim goggles, red ski mask and fingerless gloves, and blue sweatshirt and sweatpants aren’t exactly stealth material.

He can see the robbers more clearly now; one is carefully extracting something from what must be his back pocket, not paying attention to the other who has pulled a gun and is aiming at the cash register. A boom sounds through the open doorway, muted by the windows, and blinding emergency lights snap on. A screeching alarm blares throughout the shop and leaks out into the street.  

“Are you shitting me?!” A rough voice cuts through the din. “We pick the lock and creep around with no detection, and you just had to-”

“I’m...I’m sorry, Man-...uh, maaan.” The second voice is deeper than the first but timid, and Peter can hear two pairs of lungs breathing: one deep and heavy, the other shallow and short. “I just-You were struggling with the drawer, so I thought-”

“To shoot the fucking thing? With your piece of shit gun? Are you serious? You don’t have a silencer!” The owner of the first voice opens what Peter now sees is a tan bag and begins to shovel in money from the register. 

“Wh-what are you doing?! Shouldn’t we go?”

“We might as well get what we can and scram. The cops’ll take a few minutes anyway.”

“I was-Are you sure you could’ve gotten it open?”

“If can pick a fucking door lock, I sure as hell can pick a damn cash register lock!” 

“I just-I didn’t think-”

“You’re right, you didn’t think!”

“Well, I mean it didn’t seem like his security was that good.”

“This is at least a semi-successful sandwich shop, idiot. Of course he has decent security, especially when you go around shooting shit. Why the hell do you think I’ve been staking the place out for months?”

“I’m-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. Don’t you fucking dare.” The leader has finished stuffing his burlap sack, and he throws it at the obvious younger of the pair. “I swear to god, if we get caught-”

“What? You’ll pee your pants?” Peter winced. Come on, Parker, are you five? 

“S-Spider-”

“Ah, yes, the Spider-Man.” The leader steps toward Peter with carefully measured steps, eyes gleaming beneath his own black ski mask. “The local superhero, here to save the-” He suddenly tries to bolt out the door, but Peter’s enhanced reflexes are too quick, and he easily stops him with a firm arm to the stomach. 

“You’re not goin’ anywhere. You didn’t even finish your-”

“Stop!” The younger voice is quivering, and Peter turns toward it, absorbing the gun barrel pointed in his direction. “Just-uh, just stand down, Spider-Man. Let us go, and you get to live!”

“My god, you idiot; you don’t announce you’re gonna shoot a guy! You just do it!”

“But that’s unsporting-”

“This isn’t a sport, asscrack! This is life or death, here! Shoot him!”

Peter’s hands are spread, palms facing each of the individuals in turn as he breathes, trying to sort out the best scenario for this situation. The one who has to be a teenager is too far for him to disarm without risking getting shot, and he can’t let the man on the floor get away either- 

“Hands where I can see them.”

Peter glances down, and his blood runs cold. The leader has taken advantage of Peter’s predicament and drawn his own weapon, aiming at Peter’s head with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“You’re surrounded, Spider-Man. No hope of escape.” The man on the floor lets out a rough chuckle just the first pitches of police sirens peel through the air outside.

“Shit. You really kept us going this long, didn’t you? What a sneaky trick, but now-”

“Freeze!-” A plainclosthesman is in the doorway, his gun drawn. “Drop your weapons-”

“NO, YOU DROP YOUR WEAPON, OR SPIDER-MAN GETS IT!” The leader screams from his spot on the floor, shaking his gun in Peter’s direction. “WHERE WILL YOU PIGS BE WITHOUT YOUR SUPER-POWERED DOG TO DO YOUR WORK FOR YOU?”

“PUT IT DOWN, YOU PIECE OF SHIT-”

The cop and the robber go back and forth, spewing insults and threats as the sirens grow louder, but Peter tunes them out, facing the one chance he has left.

“Hey, dude. You don’t want to do this.” Peter inches forward, but freezes when the kid tightens his hold on the gun. “Please. I....I know what it’s like to struggle, okay? I’ve been there.”

“You have no idea what my life is like. Don’t try to relate to me.” The kid grinds out, his jaw quaking to match his shimmering eyes. 

“Okay, you’re right. I don’t know your life. But I know mine.” Peter takes a steadying breath. “I know what it’s like to to be homeless. To pack up with whoever you can to up your chances of survival.” Peter nods his head toward the ground. “I use tape to hold my shoes together.” Peter gestures down to his bare feet. “Well, when I’m wearing shoes. Glad you found something thick that you could sew into it. That’s impressive. Did you know how to sew, or did they teach you?”

“Quit chatting!” The leader interrupts from the floor, eyeing the cop with the gun trained on him. “This isn’t a social gathering! Fly, stupid butterfly!”

The kid suddenly spins on his heel and takes off toward the other side of the store, vaulting over the counter and disappearing into the rooms behind. Peter shakes his head and sighs, turning back to the man sprawled on the floor. 

“What are you laughing at, shithead? We got what we came for.”

“He’s gonna have a hard time navigating back there; Delmar keeps this place fully stocked, so much that it’s like a maze to get through to the back alley.”

“I know that, you idiot; I drew him a map of the place and made him memorize it.”

“A map? But how-”

Another boom sounds, and the masked man drops his gun, screaming in agony as blood pools around and out of the bullet now lodged in his upper arm. 

Peter finally registers that a police vehicle has arrived. The driver enters first, shoving past the plainclothes cop toward the attempted thief. The cop yanks the ski mask off of the man’s head, and Peter holds back a gasp.

He, too, had been watching Delmar’s for a while now, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised to see that it was a recent hire under the mask. Likely in his 40s, the red-headed man is familiar to Peter; Delmar rarely took in people outside of his family, but the man has a soft spot for people who are down on their luck. He must have spun some kind of sob story to get Delmar to take him in.

“Huh, well I’ll be damned.” The plainclothesman speaks up first. “Manny the deli guy.”

The cop pulls the man to his feet and pushes him against the counter to book him, shaking his head as Manny continues to yell and the plainclothesman shakes his head. “Makes a damn good sandwich, too, Sucks ass for Delmar to lose this guy.”

The cops each take an arm and escort Manny to the cop car, somehow chatting casually amidst the animalistic howls emitting from their charge. 

“What about the kid? Did Lenox find him?”

“Nah. Back door’s open, so the kid’s probably long gone with the money.”

“Shit. Hate to have to break it to Delmar.”

“We got it from here, Spider-Man.” An officer Peter hadn’t noticed before, a woman with blonde hair and soft brown eyes was taping off the outside of the shop. “Thanks for your help, as always.”

“Oh, no-” Peter clears his throat. “No problem, ma’am. Happy to do my duty.” 

She nods and sets about her work.

It takes everything Peter has not to jerk toward the shuffling his ears pick up from the back of the store. “Uh-Delmar has a, uh, a cat, so I better make sure he’s okay.”

“Oh, sure.” The lady cop gestures over her shoulder. “Make it quick, though. The other guys have to come in here soon to check the place over.”

“Right, yeah, of course, thanks!” 

Peter hurdles himself over the counter and slips into the back rooms, ears peeled for the scuffle of plastic soles on linoleum. What he hears, instead, is heavy breathing, and he follows the sound to the walk-in refrigerator. Clenching his jaw, Peter carefully opens the door-

“Shit.” The kid is huddled on the ground, arms clinging to the bag desperately with his eyes closed, as if he’s bracing to be shot, too.

Peter puts his hands up in a show of peace. “Don’t shoot and neither will I.”

“You don’t have a gun.”

“It looks like you don’t either.”

The kid scoffs. “Dropped it when I was trying to get through this damn labyrinth of a backroom.” 

Peter looks around quickly, and then slips through the opening and into the freezer, pulling it shut behind him and leaving them in darkness. “Look, the cops are still here scoping out the place. They saw the back door, so they think you’re long gone. They’re about to actually search the place, so you might want to get outta here like yesterday.”

“What the fuck? Why’re you helping me? Aren’t you like the police’s dog or something?”

It’s Peter’s turn to scoff. “No. I work by myself and for myself; they just kind of come with the territory.”

“Still. Why help me?”

“....I know you can hear my voice as much as I can hear yours.” Peter’s tone is soft, imploring. “I was in a spot like you for a little while, but it wasn’t worth it. I got out, and so can you.”

“...How’d you leave?”

“A raid I was thankfully absent for. No one turned me over, amazingly.”

“Pack loyalty.”

“Probably. Probably hoped I’d revive the group, too.”

“Yeah. Anyway, this is a nice pow-wow and all,” Peter can hear the other boy shifting. “But I gotta bounce.” The kid stands and carefully opens the freezer door. 

“They’re all out front.” Peter quickly reassures him. He stares for a second then smiles when he takes in the face of his hiding place buddy. “Hiding in plain sight?”

“Exactly. Ski mask makes you stick out. Especially if you’re a black kid when there’s cops around.” 

Peter nods. “Sorry I can’t return the favor.”

“It’s cool. Vigilante status and all that.” The kid pauses. “Here.” He reaches into the bag and hands Peter a handful of bills, 20s from what Peter can see. 

Peter stares for a moment, and the kid shakes it toward him. 

“Street kids gotta look out for each other, you feel? This was a small bust, anyway. A practice.”

Peter’s heart sinks at the implication but eyes the money, the empty pits of his stomach crying out from weeks of going with tiny portions compared to what he needs to eat.

“I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Spend it all here, and it evens out, right?” The kid quirks a smile. “Don’t over think it.” He shoves the stack into Peter’s lap before looking around one last time and stepping outside of the chilly room. “Take care of yourself, Spider-Man. I’ll see you around.” And he’s gone.

Peter sits for a moment with the money in his lap, his mind spinning as he wrestles with the ethical implications of his actions. He needs to eat. He’s running himself ragged being Spider-Man with so little food to squelch his metabolism.  He used to shelter hop, staying at one place for a bit before switching to another for a decent flow of food, but after a while, he became a familiar, lonely face. They asked too many questions about him, his parents, and why his parents couldn’t ever come with him to stay. This would be his first real meal in weeks. The kid gave him the money, and if he doesn’t eat he can’t be Spider-Man...

Peter sighs, swallowing the guilt knotted in his throat before quickly organizing the bills and sliding them into his sweater for safe keeping.

He goes back through the front of the shop, waving to the cops out front before disappearing as is his M-O.

Peter decides to turn in early that night, thoroughly wiped now, so he carefully creeps up the side of a too familiar brick building. He finally makes it to the uppermost fire escape and pulls down the dufflebag he has stuffed there, removing the chemically produced webs he uses to hide his belongings where no one else can go. 

He really needs to sneak back into the school again soon; his supply is running low. He lives in anticipation of summer when he might be able to get away with making and taking more of the webs to use for fighting and not just storage and survival purposes. He has often daydreamed of what it would be like to use the webs to swing around town, hang upside down, or even make a giant web like real spiders. They would definitely up his superhero status.

Sighing at such fantasies, Peter throws the duffel over his shoulder and hauls himself up to the top of the apartment complex.

“Home sweet home.” Peter mutters under his breath as he crosses the roof for the final jump onto the top of what once was a garden shed. The tenants gave up on a roof garden years ago, so the shed usually sits empty save for cobwebs and gardening equipment long forgotten, a perfect storage place for the items Peter doesn’t want to expose to the rain. The roof of the shed is set at such a small angle that it is nearly flat and therefore not conducive to ridding itself of rainwater, but Peter loves to sleep under the stars, the honks and hums of the city akin to a lullaby, and he has managed to patch critical spots with some moldy tarps, some nails, and a hammer left in the shed. 

Now Peter sets his bag on the wearing shingles and stretches his back, his arms, his shoulders before pulling a warn fleece blanket out of his bag. He spreads the blanket and lays down, pulling off his mask and goggles which he stashes away before conceding to sleep in his Spider-Man costume just once. He’s too tired to change tonight, he decides as he allows himself to drift.

His heart stalls when he hears a low rumbling above his head, and his eyes snap open, searching the sky intently for something he knows he’ll never see. Every once in a while he’ll hear it. It’s never a stormy night, no clouds in the sky, no distant roar of thunder, no smell in the air, but he’ll hear a sound, a low rumbling akin to thunder but not quite the right timbre. Peter has never figured out what it is, but once he swore he saw a dark square floating in the sky on its own, like a ghostly apparition in the shape of a metal panel. 

No such sight appears tonight, but as Peter stares at the sky, his own words drift back to him: hiding in plain sight. Definitely a government conspiracy Ned would believe.

Peter sighs and rolls his eyes before turning onto his side and curling into himself, now fully allowing himself to fall into a well-earned sleep.

- - - - - - - - - - 

Tony Stark sits perched in the cockpit of his plane, gazing down at the city below him with little attachment or interest. 

“You really didn’t have to come with us, Tony.” Happy Hogan speaks up from his seat beside Tony. “I could’ve handled the shipment on my own.”

“Yeah, no thanks.” Tony quips with a scowl, absently fiddling with the Iron Man gauntlet engaged over his right hand. “I spent way too long customizing these arc reactors to have the recipients bitching and calling me as soon as they don’t know how to use them. Might as well go and write everything off as a business expense.”  

“Right, of course.” Happy rolls his eyes and turns his attention back in front of them. “I gotta say, though. I don’t think this plane needs any security from Iron Man himself.”

Tony throws him a look.

“The reflective plates are genius in their simplicity, Tony; no one even knows we’re up here.”

“Of course not, but I know about the plate incident from last year, Hogan.”

“Okay, we flew a little bit too low and bumped one of the panels on the new World Trade Center.”

“Hence why all of my planes are self-flying now.”

It’s Happy’s turn to dish out looks. “No one saw us or reported it. No harm; no foul.”

“Yeah because you left 5 hours late and no one was out to see you flying at 2am.”

“Hey, that delay was your-”

“Is that a kid?” 

“What? Come on, Tony, I know you hate to have your past blunders brought up, but-”

“No, look, down there.” Tony points through the window and down toward a building Happy cannot distinguish.

“Tony, how can you even tell?”

Tony taps on his glasses frames. “Elementary zoom function, My Dear Happy. But, yeah, there’s definitely a kid sleeping on a roof down there.”

“Probably just had a fight with his parents or something.”

“He has a bag next to him.”

Happy scoffed. “Obviously threatened to run away from home and only made it to the roof. I remember someone else pulled shit like that when he was a kid.”

“You have no proof.”

“Rhodey told me.”

“Rhodey wasn’t there. We didn’t meet until college.”

Happy just rolls his eyes again and settles back into his seat. “See anything else with those glasses.”

“Just a bunch of cop sirens.”

“I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me if something interesting happens.”  

“Gee, thanks, Forehead of Security. I feel so safe with you around.”

Happy just snorts, crosses his arms, and closes his eyes.

Tony rests an elbow on the window sill and puts his chin on his palm, languidly watching New York pass below, the lonely little figure soon left behind and forgotten for the moment.

[founderofshield]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers

Characters: Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Peggy is Tony Stark's mother, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, References to Depression, POV Tony Stark, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Rated for Explicit Language, mild explicit language i guess, the timeline is completely wonky, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Peggy Carter Lives, Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark Friendship, Steve and Peggy can't keep their hands of each other, Tony is traumatized, Past Peggy Carter/Howard Stark - Freeform

Summary:

“What on Earth…?” Peggy stops in her tracks at the entrance of the workshop.

“Hey, hi Mum, don’t mind the mess. Wanna come in? There’s coffee,” Tony quick-fires to hide his surprise and walks closer to the small station where he stores snacks, the coffee maker and apparently an entire collection of screwdrivers. Mhm he wondered where those were.

“Hum, scratch that,” he wrinkles his nose at the two day old coffee burnt crust at the bottom of the pot. “Nobody’s stomach would survive drinking this, not even yours. But I got a fine bottle of scotch somewhere.”

aka, an AU where Peggy Carter is Tony Stark's mother.

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[rosefinchrobin]

Prompt: Steve shows Tony the magic of pillow/blanket forts ;D

It all started with an offhand comment Tony had made about some stupid commercial. If he’d known it would turn into this, he never would have said anything about it at all. But it was obviously too late now, and the living room was a mess, with the furniture rearranged, and blankets and pillows everywhere- where did he even get all those blankets? Why did they have so many!?

And what was worse, was Steve looked so damn happy and pleased with himself. Laying under the floor, with pillows to cushion the floor, and blankets overhead held up by chairs and the back of the couch- and fuck Tony was not drunk enough for this to be normal.

“Cap’, this is stupid.”

“Just get in Tony.”

And he did. And he complained the whole time they were in that stupid little fort. But Steve ignored it, and Tony didn’t mean it, cause even if it was awkward and uncomfortable, it was pretty sweet and hey, no one could see what they were doing under there right?