#nerd peter

[snowstark]

bad boy tony x nerd peter

for @silkystark and her amazing idea for one of her upcoming fics :)

[starkerforlife6969]

Let’s Imagine- Starker, Step Brothers Addition

I’m talking Howard and May finally wanna move in together and have their kids meet. Tony is this super confident ultra popular high schooler- full of surly anger at not being the only son anymore. Howard’s been gushing over how sweet this Peter Parker is and he’s Tony’s age and all straight a’s and fuck this guy, Tony’s gonna show him who the better kid is 

- but then at the restaurant, the boy tucked into May’s side isn’t- well, he isn’t- he’s sweet. He gets to his feet eagerly and waves at Tony in his oversized sweater and dorky glasses with a big smile over how much he’s always wanted a brother! And shit he’s so small and delicate anyone could just knock him over.

- And Tony’s a little blindsided by it, and whenever Howard mentions one of Peter’s achievements over the meal, Tony cuts in about how he also placed first in the science contest, peter just whirls to him excitedly and exclaims: “You did?! What was your project on? That’s so cool! Will you show me? That sounds so much better than mine!” and shit you know, no one’s ever been this nice it’s disarming and...and...and lovely. 

- So he doesn’t mind that much when he and peter have to room together. peter is adoring and tidy and shy when he has to transfer schools but Tony says he’ll look out for him. He’s his brother, after all. 

- And then- well, it gets a little tricky. Because Peter’s manages to get pretty popular with Tony by his side and then Peter let’s slip that he likes guys and- guys start coming up to him. Handsome guys, some of Tony’s friends and Tony has to bite back the feeling he gets whenever Peter blushes or stutters around them.

-He withdraws a little, and Peter tries to hang out with him and Tony pulls away. “I’m going out,” Tony snaps, tugging on his leather jacket. “Allison’s throwing a party.” And Peter just looks sad. “I know, Tony,” he whispers, “I was invited too. But i thought-” he swallows hard, “I thought we were gunna watch some movies and order take out? Just the two of us?” And Tony’s heart burns because he wants to- but this is- he’s feeling all wrong and- “We can even get those gross onion rings you like.” Peter offers teasingly, eyes hopeful, and fuck, Tony can’t deny him. 

- And then- and then he finds the diary under Peter’s pillow. It’s an accident, it really is, who still keeps a diary?! And- and-

I dreamt about Tony again last night. His hands around my wrists, his hands are so sexy-

“Tony!” Peter gasps, and Tony drops the book like it’s scalded him, and then they’re looking at each other and then-

And then they’re kissing and

Fuck, Tony thinks, as they topple onto the bed, Peter tastes like coffee and sugar, and they’ve taken brotherly bonding to a whole new level. 

[starkerforlife6969]

Tony takes the two hexahedronal dice dubiously, rolls the slats of dark blue in his fingers, and stares at the board.

His paladin hovers at the edge of square two: the Uncertain Cliff.

He chews on the inside of his mouth for a second, and thinks that maybe, he should’ve stuck to football. “So, I can…” he glances up, to the enthusiastic and eager eyes of Peter, Ned, Flash and MJ. At their expectant (and in MJ’s case: inpatient) faces, he feels his cheeks get a little red. He clears his throat and clenches his sweaty palm around the dice. “I just roll?”

“You just roll,” Peter promises reassuringly, and Tony feels a little burst of relief. He’s fourteen. He shouldn’t need comforting from a thirteen year old, but whatever. He’s hanging out with thirteen year olds. He used to be popular. What happened?

“Anything higher than a seven and you’ll fly straight across the ravine,” Ned pipes up, and Tony nods.

Higher than a seven. Right. He can do that. Except- “What if I roll a six?”

Oh god, he feels so stupid. What is he doing here? What is he actually doing here? In the empty once-storage room in the dark, dusty, forgotten corners of the school when he should be outside in the sunshine playing football with everyone else?

He knows why, of course. It has something to do with the honey eyes and the hopeful smile of a one, thirteen year old: Peter Parker.

“Your character tumbles to the bottom of the ravine,” Flash answers, “but you’ve got enough reviving potion as long as your injuries aren’t five plus.”

“Which they might be,” MJ teases ominously, and Ned elbows her with a look.

“He’s trying!”

“Oh god,” she rolls her eyes, “just roll.”

Great. MJ thinks he’s a loser. Tony swallows his apprehension and tosses the dice across the board. Everyone’s eyes follow raptor-fast until they stop and Tony feels a little thrill of exhilaration at the shiny thirteen dots gazing at the ceiling.

Peter and Flash break out into cheers. “Well done, Tony!” Peter beams, and Tony feels himself puff up a little with pride. Peter meets his eyes and they share a private, almost-moment, before Flash clears his throat.

(Tony knows why he’s here. These guys, even though they’re a grade lower, treat him better than the people in his year. They don’t treat him like he’s the most popular, richest guy in school. They treat him the way he feels: gangly, a little spotty, and too proud. They treat him like a doofus, and he can finally relax)

They turn to the dungeon master obediently, and Flash basks in the attention. His voice is hypnotic when he speaks: “Alright. Tony sails across the ravine and is faced with two paths. One leads to the home of a doctor who’s said to have the potion to save your friend, the other leads to a series of caves that legend says house the crystals of life. What do you choose for your company?”

“The doctor!” MJ cries earnestly, and Tony blinks a little at her passion. He hadn’t thought she was that into it. “We can win him over, we’ve saved enough charm-“

“The crystals are stronger than the potion! If our friend needs more than an eight the potion won’t be any good!” Ned sighs, shaking his head in dismay.

Peter lowers his head a little in respect, and pushes his little mage figure so it rests just under Tony’s shadow as it’s cast across the board. “Whatever you choose, Paladin.” He murmurs demurely, and Tony feels a little flood of arousal. Peter’s cheeky grin says he knows it too.

Ned follows quickly. He upturns his palms and waits.

MJ too, looks to him with her knight ready for his choice.

It’s a little intoxicating, if Tony’s honest. His skin prickles with the choice as he weighs it up in his mind.

Flash cocks an eyebrow expectantly, and Tony nods his head, and takes a breath: “The Doctor. We want to see the Doctor.”

Flash grins, and leads them down the story on the left.

***

Tony’s mom makes him drink a glass of orange juice a few months later, because he looks a little pale.

He doesn’t have the heart to tell her he isn’t sick. That he just hasn’t tanned the way he normally does by playing football out in the sun at lunchtimes. He doesn’t quite know how to tell her that he’s about to write his first quest and take his seat as Dungeon Master. He doesn’t know how to tell her that he’s a paladin and he’s planning on marrying his mage. He doesn’t know how to tell her that his grades in everything have gone up and that he wants to quit the football team.

“You should have some juice too, Peter, darling,” Maria murmurs, as she pours some for Peter too.

Peter sits at the counter and blushes, ducking his head and accepting it gratefully. “Thanks, Mrs Stark,” he chirps, and Tony feels a rush of affection so strong, he blurts out:

“Mom, I’m dating a mage.”

Peter nearly chokes on his juice, and Maria pauses on her journey to the fridge. She stops, and turns slowly. “You’re dating Paige?” She asks carefully.

He can feel the tips of his ears turning red, and he shakes his head. “No, I- I’m dating a mage. Level 7. He’s- it’s- he’s-“ he points at Peter, who’s staring at him in a mix of amazement and horror. “It’s Peter.”

“Ah,” Maria smiles, waving them off. “I knew that.”

Tony shoves his hands into his pockets, pulls out the two special octedronal dice he had to cycle all the way to Hudson’s to buy, and holds them out for Peter. “Marry me?” He asks quietly, holding them both out for him, and Peter smiles so hard he looks like he might burst and he says:

“Only if you role higher than a one.”

***

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