Irondad Tony teaching Peter how to shave.
Mom you’re amazing and I love you (also I have no idea how men shave so this is total BS with some help from the Gilette website)
“Alright, so first thing’s first, you’re gonna want to get your face nice and wet,” Tony instructs, looking at Peter in the mirror.
Peter’s nose scrunches up and his brows knit together. “Why?”
“So you don’t cut yourself by accident, kid,” Tony explains. “You want to look like a little kid’s art project?” Tony tries not to laugh at how quickly Peter shakes his head and splashes some water from the sink on his face. “Good, glad we’re on the same page. Now, grab the shaving cream and put some on your hands.”
Peter follows the older man’s words and doles out a generous amount of shaving cream before handing the can to Tony, who does the same thing. Watching out of the corner of his eye, Peter mimics Tony and spreads the shaving cream over the barely-there stubble on his jaw. When he’s sure it’s all worked in, he washes his hands.
Tony shows him how to make sure the blades aren’t dull or need to be replaced. Peter can see May peeking around the corner of the bathroom and he wants to tell her to leave, but he might miss what’s next and he doesn’t need Tony making fun of him for doing it wrong.
“Step numero tres,” Tony says, “wet the razor and use light, gentle strokes. You can go up or down, it doesn’t matter. Whatever feels most comfortable.”
Peter studies the way Tony does it first, all calm, cool, and collected. He tries to remind himself that Tony’s done it a thousand times before and that he shouldn’t compare, but it happens anyway.
Tony shaves one side of his face before turning. “Your turn, Underoos.”
Despite the nervous tremors in his hands, Peter lifts his razor and slides it down his cheek once, twice, three times. Each stroke is a little more confident than the last. His eyes dart to the side and he sees Tony beaming through the partial shaving cream beard he’s sporting.
“There you go, kid,” Tony says. “You’re getting the hang of it!”
Peter grins.
Silence passes between them for a few moments as they do what’s left. Then, out of the blue, Peter asks, “Mr. Stark, would you ever shave your beard? Like, completely?”
Tony stops shaving for a second and contemplates this.
“Yeah, sure,” he says with a shrug. “I mean, what’s the harm? It’ll grow back eventually, right?”
“Can I shave it for you?”
“Absolutely not!”
