SIM Tony meeting serial killer Peter whose objectively not that bad of a guy. He only really kills people who are hurting others — and that one guy that looked at him weird the other day — so most people like SpiderMan. Tony’s only objection is that Peter keeps getting to his enemies before he does, so he hires him.
Day 1: Candy and Sweets (October 20th (Yes I’m late, shush))
Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder and suicide.
“So,” Morticia said, adjusting her hold on Wednesday so she faced Tony, “What is troubling you?”
Tony shrugged, avoiding his dear cousin’s eyes and landing on her perfectly manicured red nails. He reached forward and tugged Wednesday out of her grip and into his welcoming arms. Immediately, the baby girl’s chubby pale arms went up to grab on his goatee and Tony hid his smile. “Just stressed,” he finally replied, his mind going to Pepper’s face after he announced to the whole world that he was Iron Man, “that’s all.”
Morticia just hummed lightly and Tony avoided her disbelieving gaze by leaning forward to give Wednesday some eskimo kisses. It didn’t save him for long, as his cousin leaned towards him, gently pushing a loose lock of hair behind his ear before her fingers moved under his chin to apply a light pressure until he faced her. “Nothing at all to do with the press conference earlier this evening?”
At that moment his phone chirped and Tony smiled apologetically at Morticia, “Duty calls.” With that he stood, passing Wednesday back to her but a hand quickly came out to wrap around his wrist.
“Come for dinner tomorrow. I’ll ask Grandmama to cook your favourite.”
“Okay, ‘ticia. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned down and give a gentle kiss to her cheek before following Lurch to the front door.
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Once outside, Tony breathed in the fresh air before looking down at his phone - which was louding playing ‘Iron Man’ (Yes, Jarvis was hilarious) - with a glare before answering it with a sigh. “Yes, Pep? I thought you cleared my schedule?”
“There’s a guy called Spiderman in your penthouse.”
“What?” Tony couldn’t mask his surprise. Who was Spiderman? How the hell did he get in?” “I’ll be there in a sec.”
Tony walked into the penthouse with his usual swagger, his hands in his trouser pockets and his suit jacket unbuttoned. “Well well well, seems with have a spider problem.” He said with a smirk as he spotted a man in a red onesie splayed on his couch like he owned it.
“Mr Stark.” The man replied with a nod.
“So, what can I do for you, little spider?” Tony walked over to the black bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and held up the bottle to the other man who declined with a shake of his head. “Your loss,” he muttered to himself.
“I’m here because you just announced yourself to be a superhero on TV.”
Tony proudly smirked, “Ah, you saw that?”
“I did,” he didn’t sound impressed, “You just brought me into the limelight with you,” he stood up and started to slowly walk over to Tony, his arms crossed over his chest, “and that’s somewhere I don’t want to be.”
“Right,” Tony signalled to Jarvis to prepare the suit, anticipating the fight to come, “and why, exactly, do you want to stay out of the limelight?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Jarvis,” Tony prompted.
“Yes, Sir. Spiderman, otherwise known as Peter Parker, is 20 years old working at a cafe called May’s Sweet Treats. Family includes said May Parker and close friends are Ned and Michelle who likes to be known as MJ.” Jarvis shows a picture of a boy, with curly brown hair and big bambi eyes and shit, Tony wants. “I can also link Mr Parker to several murders in New York.” Double shit. He thinks he might be in love.
The man - Peter - rips of his mask, his eyes alight with flames and his hair a porcupine mess. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He started to quickly advance on Tony, his hands clenched tightly shut and his pretty face curled into a snarl. He pushed Tony against the granite counters, his hands holding onto his suit jacket as he lifted him, his feet dangling uselessly. “I should kill you right this instant.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Tony mocked as he pushed the knife he had grabbed against Peter’s neck, “You may be younger, but I have experience.” Peter’s adam’s apple bopped, leaving a tiny cut where the knife had pressed against it, his eyes were now wide with astonishment and want. Tony removed the knife to bring it to his mouth, licking up the slight trace if blood on it.
“Fuck,” Peter whispered, breathlessly. Tony just smirked. “Where have you been all my life Tony Stark.” In response, Tony brought his legs up to wrap around lean hips.
“Waiting for someone just like you, ‘ticia always did say it would come when I least expected it.”
“‘ticia?” Peter questioned, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.
“My cousin, Morticia. She married the love of her life, Gomez, a couple of years back. They met a funeral, how romantic is that? Morticia couldn’t stop staring at him. Actually, I think Gomez is still a suspect. Family is very important to the Stark’s and Addams’.”
Suddenly, Peter was kissing him and Tony let out an obscene sounding moan, arching his back and bringing up his free hand to grab at Peter’s hair. He pulled himself back, gasping for breath and the taste of copper in his mouth from where Peter had bit his lip to hard.
“Come for dinner tomorrow.” Peter demanded.
“Can’t,” he leaned forward to brush his tongue against red lips, Peter’s mouth automatically parting for another kiss before leaning backwards again. “You can, however, join us for a family dinner.”
“Of course, what time?”
“8.”
Peter went to put him down so he tightly clinged on. “I didn’t say you had to go just yet though. I’m sure we can think of something to do?” Tony winked.
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The next day, Tony and Peter were stood outside the door waiting, Peter tugging at the suit that he had borrowed from Tony. “You look good, Bambi,” Tony reassured as the door was opened by Lurch. Immediately, Tony was swooped up in a hug by Gomez.
“It has been much to long, Tony!”
“You saw me yesterday, Gomez.”
“Yes, it has been too long!” Then Gomez spotted Peter. “And who is this dashing, young thing?” He let go of Tony to sweep up Peter.
“Gomez this is Peter, Peter this is Gomez. Peter is responsible for them murders with the spider bites, Gomez.”
“Ah, marvellous. I love your work! Especially the one that was hanged from the building, just beautiful!”
Gomez then ushered them inside, leading them to the kitchen where Grandmama and Morticia were waiting. Tony almost walked into Peter when he stopped in shock, so he peaked around him and saw the spiderman themed candy apples he had asked Grandmama to make, next to the black ones they usually had.
“Ah, you must be Peter,” Morticia said, “Tony said that you’re the one. Oh, I hope it works well for the both of you. My sister killed her one, you know? Then herself. She wanted them to rot together sooner rather than later.”
Peter smiled and looked back at Tony and he felt his heart do a flip. The one. He would not let Peter go, not now, not ever. He was going to need a goddamn ring.
Tony loved to watch Peter work. To craft masterpieces in the flesh of his chosen canvas. It was wondrous to see.
If only he knew Tony was watching but revealing himself to Peter was something Tony didn't have the confidence to do.
Yet.
