Weekend Testings
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 ----------------------------------
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.