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Summary: Tony tries to wake Peter in the morning. Peter however is being stubborn, which is why Tony needs to get a little creative with his methods.
It already was 9:30 am and Peter was still asleep, so Tony decided that he slept enough and that is was more than time to wake him up. He had planned a lot of fun activities in the lab and he for sure wasn't going to let Peter sleep the whole day away.
Tony walked into the room and opened the curtains.
"Rise and shine!" he called
Peter only groaned "What time's it?"
"It is 9:34 a.m. Peter" Friday replied helpfully.
"Ugh, it's early"
"No, it's time to start the day, so up and at 'em lazy daisy."
"No" he whined pulling the blanket over his face.
This isn't going to work Tony thought, it's time to get creative. He ripped the blanket off of him and pounced on him, tickling him mercilessly, making Peter shriek.
"Nohoh pleahahase"
He grappled with his hands trying to push Tony off, but the only thing that that accomplished was that his armpits were open for attack, which Tony promptly took advantage of.
He shoved his hands into Peter's armpits clawing at the sensitive flesh. Peter absolutely lost it shrieking, cackling and bucking wildly.
"Okahahay, okahahay Ihihihi'll gehehet uhuhup"
Finally, Tony stopped, letting him breath. He got of the bed and made his way to the door.
"You'll better be in the kitchen for breakfast in five minutes or I'll send Sam and Bucky after you." Tony said leaving the room.
Peter got out of bed and smiled, this was definitely not the worst way to wake up.
So… a disclaimer. This is based from the Spider man/Deadpool comic series (it’s really great btw for anyone who loves quality Spideypool content). Anyway, I just wanted to say that Spider Man/Peter Parker is supposed to be in his late twenties in this series (around 25 I think?) Sooooo yeah he is NOT a teen here, just so people are aware. Also Wade does not know his identity yet at this time of the story. Thank you. Enjoy the fic!
Warnings: None other than that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to just keep scrolling.
Summery: Wade comes along just when Peter thought he’d finally have a peaceful night of patrolling.
It was supposed to be a quiet night on the rooftops of Manhattan. Or at least as quiet as it ever got for Spider Man. He had perched on a ledge, scanning the city below for trouble, when he heard the unmistakable voice of the chaos and devil incarnate himself.
"Spidey! My favorite wall crawler! My second favorite red suit wearer!" Deadpool appeared from nowhere, flipping onto the ledge beside him.
Peter sighed, his Spidey-sense tingling, not from danger but from trouble. "Wade. Shouldn’t you be off annoying the Avengers or something?"
Deadpool gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "How could I ever abandon you, my snarky soulmate? Besides, I brought tacos. Wanna share?" He held up a greasy bag and grinned.
Peter's stomach growled despite himself. "No. I don't trust food from you. Ever."
"Fine, Mr. Suspicious," Wade replied, rolling his eyes. He took one out, lifting his mask over his nose and chomped on it rather happily.
“Anyway… didja miss me? Of course you did! How could you not? I'm your best friend, after all.”
“You’re my something, that’s for sure,” Peter replied dryly, shifting away slightly to create some distance.
They stayed like that in some silence. Then Deadpool finally spoke again.
“So anyway… I heard something Intresting… apparently good ole Stark is planning to move the Avengers HQ somewhere else soon.
Spider-Man froze. "...Who told you that?"
"Sources, Spidey. I have sources," Deadpool said simply. “Also… he announced it to us…” he added after.
Peter looked down, processing what he had just told him. “Mister Stark never told me anything…”
Wade observed the hero curiously, noticing his disappointment. He shrugged again.
“I guess that’s what you get for leaving the Avengers. And because of me for all reasons…” he offered a small grin, which was visible due to the fact that his mask was still up over his nose from eating the tacos.
Peter hesitated and sighed. “Yeah… I guess you’re… right…”
Of course Deadpool was right. Spider Man was the one who decided to leave the Avengers. All because he couldn’t stand being on the same team Wade was on. Was he just being immature? Letting his annoyance of the merc get the best of him?
After another moment of silence Peter had enough. He wanted to be alone. Or… he felt he needed to be alone. He sat up more and prepared himself to shoot a web at a distant rooftop. “Look, Wade, I don’t have time for this… I-”
Deadpool then suddenly lunged at him without warning. “What’s this?! Leaving already? Without a bro-hug?!”
Peters eyes widened in surprised and annoyance. He tried to break free, but Wade was just stronger than him despite his Spider Man strength. He grabbed him firmly and tackling him onto the rooftop.
“Get off me!” Peter shouted, trying to wriggle free.
“Relax, I’m just being friendly!” Wade declared, pinning him down with alarming enthusiasm. “And by ‘friendly,’ I mean invasive!” He said playfully.
As Peter squirmed to escape, Wade’s fingers accidentally brushed against his side.
Small sounds escaped the younger hero.
“Was… was that a giggle?” Deadpool froze, looking down at him.
“No!” Peter shouted, trying to twist away.
“Oh my god… It was!” Wade grinned with excitement. “Spidey is ticklish! This is gold! Not that I’m shocked… I totally called it forever ago…”
Peter managed to shove him suddenly, and leaped backward, holding his hands out defensively. "Wade, don’t even think about…"
Too late. Deadpool lunged, fingers wriggling like a toddler aiming for a cookie jar. Peter backflipped away and dodged, using his reflexes to stay out of reach.
"You're insane!" Peter shouted, dodging another swipe.
"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!" Deadpool grinned.
And so the chase was on. Spider Man had vaulted over chimneys and swung between water towers, but Deadpool kept chasing and getting closer with his own enhanced skills, his laughter echoing through the night.
Finally, Peter made the mistake of looking back mid-swing. Wade took the opportunity to grab the web line and grab Peter mid-air, tackling the Spider hero to the nearest rooftop.
"Time for some tickles web-head!" Wade declared, fingers poised and ready.
"Wade… don’t you da- GAHH! STOP!"
Spider Man finally bursted into laughter, squirming under the merc as Deadpool's fingers found their target, digging into his sides.
"You are ticklish!" Deadpool exclaimed triumphantly. Grinning as if he got the best Christmas present ever.
"GEhEhehet oHOHOhohoff!" Peter cried out in his giggles, kicking and flailing. "Thihihis ihIHiHis CHIHihildihihish!!!"
"Childish? Nah. Hilarious? Absolutely!" Wade laughed as he kept going, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
He found Spider Man’s tummy next and dug in. The red and blue clad hero squealed and squirmed more.
“Aha! Uh oh… someone’s a little weak here…” Deadpool grinned. “And just feel those abs… you’ve been working out for me~”
“WAHAHAHAHADE PLEHEHEAHAHASE SATAHAHAHAP!!!”
The merc chuckled, “Using manners now, are we? Someone’s desperate~”
He then shoved his hands into the younger man’s under arms and dug in gently.
Peter shrieked and convulsed. Wheezing more. “WAHHAHAHADE WAHAHAHAADE PLEHEHEEHEHAHAHAHAA!!!”
Deadpool grinned. “If you weren’t so sensitive about your identity remaining hidden, and if I wasn’t so respectful of it, I’d totally yank that mask off to see your cute giggly face~”
Peter felt he would truly die if the complete idiot didn’t stop. The teasing was just making jt worse too. He hated that he was too ticklish for his own good, and god he hated even more so that Deadpool of all people had to find out.
He soon finally managed to regain control over one arm and shot a web at Deadpool's face, temporarily blinding him.
"A-Ah! Hey! No fair!" Wade protested as he tried to pull the web off his mask.
Peter scrambled back quickly, gasping for breath. His heart going a mile a minute. "S-Serves you right…” he gasped out, slowly regaining his composure. “You can't just go around tickling people Wade!"
Wade finally freed his eyes, adjusting his mask. "Awww why not? It’s cute when you giggle instead of being so serious.”
Peter rolled his eyes. "You’re a moron.”
"And you're adorable when you're laughing, you should do it more.” Wade shot back with a wink.
"Shut up, Wade." Peter huffed trying to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks, as well as the fact that his heart was still very much pounding. He was all too glad he was able to keep his face covered with his mask. He sighed and shot a web, swinging off into the night.
Deadpool waved after him. "See you later, giggles!"
As Peter disappeared into the skyline, Deadpool then looked to the readers and grinned. "Totally worth it."
A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don't think they can be over 1,000 words so here we are. A very hastily written, zero plot fic with our three Spideys. I hope the numbering doesn't make it too confusing, as I kept it to how they called themselves in the movie. Not my best work, but I think it'll make some people happy.
I was desperate for non-reader fluff with the boys so I had to satiate myself in some way. Hope this inspires some of you to also write! Enjoy!
Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home
Character(s):
Peter/Peter 1 = Tom Holland
Peter 2 = Tobey Maguire
Peter 3 = Andrew Garfield
Words: 1,161
"I love you guys."
The "Thank you's" were simultaneously the two opposing H's: hilarious and hurtful.
He meant it! What else was he supposed to say, opening up and laying his heart out on the floor like that hours after meeting his two others?
"You don't seem too... here right now, Pete," Peter 2 laid out his thoughts while the three Spider-Men were sitting in Peter's living room in various chairs and sofa.
"Hm? Why?" Peter 3 snapped his head towards the older Peter, "What? Pffft," he ran fingers through his hair now, "No, I'm here. Here."
"What were we just talking about?" tested Peter, sitting cross-legged on his cushy chair, a smile across his lips.
"You know... Spider-Man stuff."
Both Peter and Peter 2 snickered at that.
"Okay, ha ha," Peter 3 rolled his eyes but had to grin softly at the others' teasing.
"Weaknesses," Peter 2 updated him on their current topic of conversation.
"Right, yeah, I don't think much. Crippling self-deprecation at times."
"Anxiety," Peter chimed in, nodding.
"I had a whole existential crisis once that wiped out all my powers."
"Really!?"
"No way..."
"But no one is, like," Peter tried to come up with a way to say it, "No electricity means no powers? Like Max?"
"Sometimes there are guys that are just too big and powerful, so that can be rough," Peter 2 added on, glancing Peter 3's way, "I think we lost him again. Hey," Peter 2 chucked a couch pillow at him, and Spidey Senses be damned, it smacked him right in the face.
Peter hunched over laughing at that. Peter 3 didn't seem too phased, now pulling out a loose feather from the pillow, "Okay, what? You want me to say there's like a food that saps my webs or something? No, there isn't," now he started to chuckle in slight exasperation as the other two Peters were giggling amongst themselves, "I don't know, you know?"
"Yeah we're all just waiting for that one Spider-Man allergy," Peter giggled.
"No, I got it. We're all just really ticklish or something," Peter 2 made himself laugh a bit more at that add in.
Peter immediately flushed red but giggled in tandem. Peter 3, however, lit up like a Christmas tree, ears and nose blushing pink.
"Ha, yeah," he choked out, clearing his throat.
"Oh," Peter 2's abject coolness when he uttered that sound sent a shiver down Peter 3's spine. Then he cocked his head.
Oh no.
Stillness.
Then...
THWIP
"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Peter 3 scrambled to pull his wrist up from the chair arm while Peter 2 swooped up to him.
"Just testing the theory, Peter," Peter 2 immediately started poking at the exposed parts of Peter 3's abdomen.
"Nonono, nah, hold ohohon! Wait, Peter! Not cool!"
"Hold on!" Peter ran over and grabbed Peter 3's other wrist and held it down to the other arm of the chair, thwipping one other web for good measure.
Peter 3 was mentally falling apart. Wait, yeah, probably physically, too. He was sweating and he couldn't stop smiling.
Peter 1 and 2 glanced at each other, both grinning. They could all sense it at once.
"You don't mind this," Peter pointed out gently, "Right?"
"Wh--wha," Peter 3 stuttered, fingers curling and uncurling where they were pinned by the wrist, "W-We were talking about weaknesses like two seconds ago. How did we end up here? Huh? Explain, cuz-cuz I am not-nohohot--Hey! You-pfffff--" he threw his head back when Peter 2 started to pinch at his side, biting his lip without abandon.
"You've got a sinister side, Peter 2," Peter joked.
That made Peter 2 scoff, "Really? No, I'm probably the tamest out of the three of us. Honest. Just something about us being here together, it's... nice. Bringing out different sides of me. Now, are you gonna help or what?"
Peter beamed.
"Mehehean!" Peter 3 squeaked out, arching his back and legs squirming every direction in the seat.
Peter brushed his fingers back and forth around Peter 3's neck, all while Peter 2 zeroed in on his bottom ribs.
Squirming definitely increased at this point.
"I caha--I can't! Guhuhuys!" Peter 3 was snickering and laughing within seconds.
"Hmm. This does seem like a pretty big weakness, Pete," Peter 2 taunted.
"NO!" Peter 3 cinched his body as hard as he could when he felt Peter's hands wandering down from his neck, "NohoHO hey! No, please, wahahait!"
"Yeah, seriously. I thought I was bad," Peter stated, trying to force his fingers into Peter 3's well-guarded armpits.
"Nuh-uh, no wahay," Peter 3 was smiling like a fool. He knew he looked silly because he felt silly, just sitting there like that. He tried making eye contact with Peter 2 who stopped his tickling when Peter made his comment.
"Plehease. Please, just-- I can bargain, huh? Let's um let's just change the subject. You let me out and we move on. Watch a movie! Yeah! Pehete, don't look at me like that, come ohohon, man!"
Peter 2 had just smiled, that was it. He leaned in closer to Peter 3's face which prompted him to beg again, "Just making sure of something."
"I don't mind it, alright!? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yeah, it's fine, just... intense! I haven't been tickled in a really long time so just go easier. Please?"
"Wow," Peter sat back on the floor at this moment, "You didn't even have to convince him or anything. How'd you do that?"
Peter 2 merely shrugged, ripping Peter 3 free from his web binding, "I think I'm just a guy you can open up to."
Peter 3 was rubbing his wrists now, feigning that they hurt to try and make the two others feel a little guilty.
"It's all part of how he makes his own web. It's like a hypnosis stare or something."
"That's what the media thinks I have!" Peter exclaimed.
Peter 3 had now joined the other Peters on the floor. They shared in a silence for a short while before Peter 3 spoke again, "Thanks."
"No problem," Peter 2 grabbed his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Ow!" Peter 3 recoiled in surprise when he felt another poke to his side, this time from Peter only. The youngest started giggling again.
"I'm sohorry, I had to."
"Yeah? Come here," Peter 3 crawled for Peter but the other jumped away. Peter 3 webbed a pillow and slung it at him as a distraction before chasing. Shrieking and more laughter followed.
When Peter 3 said he always wanted brothers... Yeah, he wasn't bullshitting. This was the happiest he'd been in a long time. When all three of them lay on the floor, panting, smiles painting their faces, Peter 3 reiterated without prompting or deep thought, "Love you guys."
"Love you, too," Peter shoved his arm with a small laugh of his own.
Peter 2 returned the sentiment with a huge ruffle to Peter 3's hair.
A/N - Here is a cute spiderman fic I wrote for the nice anon who requested it a while back. Hope you all enjoy.
Word Count: 840
Ignoring the guests you invite over to your house is considered to be rude, though Peter either didn’t care or realize this. Both MJ and Ned sat on the couch, entertaining themselves with a few rounds of Mario Kart. Peter had abandoned them the second they arrived, giving little regard to the pizza Ned held, saying that he would eat later. He had survived a grueling week of exams and fighting villains and his web blasters were low on fluid.
“Couldn’t you have done this before we got here?” MJ remarked, poorly hiding her frustration with her boyfriend.
“I need to be ready, just in case,” Peter replied, much to his friend’s chagrin. He had been incredibly stressed lately, more than ever under the Stark Internship. Peter just wasn’t in the mental headspace he wanted to be in, but instead on working on it, he tended to ignore is mental anguish and throw himself into his hero work. Social relationships were basically void as of late, sans the occasional semi-normal conversation he would have with Mr. Stark and Happy, but that was a rarity in the last two or so weeks.
While Spiderman was on the news every night, Ned and MJ knew their friend needed compassion and companionship. Along with all of his normal stressors, the media had been hounding him even more than normal, all thanks to a mid-city brawl he had with Hammerhead. While his true identity was still hidden, Peter still felt he had to set forth a good example in everything he did, in and out of the Spiderman suit. If this meant spending every waking moment preparing for his next outing, then Peter was covered.
“Can you relax for one moment?” MJ let out a sigh, grabbing a bit of his hair and shaking his head. “What even is the point of inviting us over if you aren’t going to hang out with us?”
Peter simply shrugged, having not looked away from his work. He knew if he reconfigured just a little something-something, then the right web blaster would be able to shoot about 2 milliseconds faster.
“I think I’m going to head home,” Ned frowned, his face somber.
“God dammit,” MJ growled, suddenly digging her fingers into Peter’s sides. “I’m going to make you hang out with us, like it or not.”
Curling in on himself, Peter let out a strangled laugh, then covered his mouth. MJ had never done this before, Ned sure, he tickled Peter all the damn time, but MJ?
“Adorable,” MJ cooed. This was foreign to Peter, her hands on his side. Sure, they were dating, but she wasn’t the most affectionate person. Cuddling wasn’t a common occurrence, with them only leaning their heads on one another as they sat or holding hands while walking along a quiet street. Peter had always liked these interactions, though never begged for more. He respected MJ and only wanted her to do what she wanted, not wanting to ever pressure her into anything she didn’t really want to do.
This was different though, and Peter was in confused bliss. He loved being tickled, though hated admitting it. He liked the laughter and the bond he felt during it. After losing most of the people dearest to him throughout his childhood, he craved touch and a familial-esque bond to others. He had always wanted this from MJ, but he stood firm on never pressuring her on anything.
“Aw, he likes it,” Ned said with a smile, piquing MJ’s interest. She looked back at him, not noticing the flame-like blush coating Peter’s face. “Wait, has Peter never told you?”
“No, he hasn’t,” MJ dug her fingers into his underarms, happy to hear a little snort. “He’s never mentioned tickling before.”
“Oh,” Ned had dug himself into a hole, but figured it was best to keep giving out Peter’s secrets than to attempt to backtrack. “Well, he loves it. Especially on his belly.”
“Ned!” Peter choked out from behind his hand, wanting to be angrier than he actually was. Was Peter fortunate to have Ned reveal his love of being tickled to MJ? Of course. Was he unfortunate to have it happen while he was working? Of course.
“I’m trying to help you,” Ned shrugged, happy to see his best friend laugh for the first time in weeks. This laughter turned loud and bubbly as MJ took Ned’s advice and went for the belly. “Let us help you.”
“Fine,” Peter managed to whine through his laughter, having withdraw his hand from his mouth so they could hear him. “Please stop. I can’t take much more.”
“Fine,” MJ mocked, though stopped instantly. She ruffled Peter’s hair as he hiccupped, a silly grin crossing his face. “You promise to stop working and hang out with us?”
“Sure,” Peter stood and up pulled his two friends into a hug. “I guess I’ll have to kick your asses in Mario Kart.”
“Oh, you’re on,” Both friends simultaneously, each taking a hand and dragging Peter to the couch to play.
fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)
summary: Reading bed time stories to your child should be soothing and calming, but not when the tickle monster comes with a visit.
length: 963 words
a/n: this fic is a part of my 8th Stony Anniversary and is based on this prompt! hope you enjoy the fic, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and needed!
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Story Time
There it was. One of the most beautiful things Steve had ever seen. He had lost hope for seeing it ever again.
Not caring about people walking by and staring funnily at him, Steve pressed himself into the cool glass of the display window. What were the chances of seeing it ever again.
After the shock had passed, Steve walked into the shop, making the small bell above the door ding and breathing in the scent of dust and old books. A sharp-looking older gentleman, who easily could be Steve's chronological age, years spent frozen included, greeted him. After a friendly chat and showing Steve around the cramped, yet impressive antique shop, Steve had left with heated cheeks and a carefully placed book in a paper bag. Somehow he would explain to Tony why he had spent a three digits number on some dusty book, while everything he needed, Tony could easily download and transfer to Steve's tablet or smartphone.
For Steve, it wasn't just any book. It was a collection of fairy tales, with the most beautiful illustrations, the same edition he remembered from his childhood years. Growing up, Steve had been often sick, it was no secret, but the long evenings spent with fever and coughing were not so bad anymore, when his mom read stories to him. The book had no healing properties, but his mom's gentle voice, the imagination, and creativity of the tales and pages filled with colorful images were the best medicine, helping him to get better rest and recover faster. Those were one of Steve's happiest memories and one day, he hoped to repeat them with his child. The book spent many years, safely hidden away in Steve's studio, waiting for the right opportunity. The day he and Tony had adopted Peter, a small toddler with brown, fluffy hair and rosy cheeks, was one of Steve's happiest days. It took some more years until Peter grew up enough, and Steve felt confident enough with introducing his child to the special book that made his childhood. He feared Peter's reaction, knowing that his and Tony's child grew up surrounded by technology from the very beginning, but Peter's eyes shone happily the first time he saw the enormous book, framed in blue material and with embossed gold letters. A true treasure. It became their small ritual and each evening, after dinner and bath, Steve sat Peter in his lap and read his son a story, creating precious memories for both of them. Peter listened with heated cheeks to the story about the Ugly Duckling, huffed and puffed together with the Big Bad Wolf, and cried when the Pied Piper lured mice away from the town and drowned them in a river and Steve had to quickly come up with an alternative ending, meaning, that mice swam away and found a new, safe home in a wheat field.
The father and son ritual continued, and one evening Steve had been reading The Beauty and the Beast, the part where Belle’s father becomes a prisoner in Beast's castle when he noticed Peter squirming in his arms. Steve understood, aware that it might have been a scary part for a three year old child, so he hugged Peter closer, easing him and assuring that he was safe and continued reading. The squirming didn't stop and became even more intense, but the weirdest part was when unexpectedly, Peter burst into squeaky laughter.
"Huh?" Steve looked at his son's laughing face, not understanding what was so funny. "Peter, what -" Steve didn't finish when the riddle solved itself. He lowered the book and saw a puff of brown hair, and when he lowered the book completely, he saw his husband, sitting on the floor near the couch and holding Peter's small feet and gently running his fingers over the small sole. And the squirming and laughter were explained.
"Tony!" Steve scolded, laughing on his own and holding Peter with one hand, and trying to swat Tony with the other. "We are trying to read!"
"But Steeeeve!" Tony whined, "look how cute those tiny feet are!" he explained himself, and pressed a kiss to Peter's soft sole, the mustache additionally tickling baby's skin and causing Peter to giggle higher.
Steve shook his head in faked reprimand. Of course, Peter was cute and Steve could just eat him up. But it was story time and sleep, not playtime, and playing the tickle monster would just make Peter excited and awake, instead of calmed down and sleepy.
"Okay, enough of this!" Steve decided and swatted his hand in Tony's direction again. "Begone, tickle monster!"
"Begone, tickle monstwer!" Peter repeated after his papa, smiling with all twenty milk teeth he had. Tony, being the good sport, snarled and crouch-walked away, dragging his hands behind. It was a funny sight and Steve and Peter laughed some more at Iron Man's behavior and Peter turned back to Steve, settling once more in his pop's arms.
"Again!" Peter smiled, poking his small finger at the book. Steve smiled back and would resume reading, but... Peter's eyes were shining happily, his cheeks were a bit pink, and he looked like a little cream puff in his ducky yellow pajamas. There was no way Steve could resist it and perfectly understood his husband’s gentle attack.
"Pete... I think we have a problem..."
"Mmmmm?" Peter asked, his brown eyes widening.
"I think... The tickle monster is back!"
When Steve gently ran his fingers over his son's sides and tummy, Peter squeaked, before bursting into beautiful, giggly laughter that was warming Steve's heart. What was more, the laughter had lured Tony back in, who enthusiastically took the role of the second tickle monster.
The Beauty and The Beast had to wait for a different evening.
Summary: Nothing is normal the way it was before the snap, but new bonds are made and friendships grow stronger. A particularly unique bond occurs between three giddy heroes, and they help everyone realize that maybe the new normal is better than the old one.
The months following Thanos’ defeat and the reversal of the snap, things were going back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be. One difference that Tony couldn’t find himself minding was the state of the tower. Since the reversal of the snap, the avengers had grown a lot clingier to each other, and they had been spending far more time at the tower. Tony noticed that even heroes who had previously never been to the tower decided to stick around. He found it alright, he had plenty of room for more heroes.
A unique friendship emerged as a result of the sudden unity between heroes, a friendship that Sam fondly referred to as ‘The Golden Retrievers’; Peter Parker, Peter Quill and Scott Lang. Every weekend they could be found in the game room, or in the theatre room, having a blast. Tony would occasionally overhear heated debates between the three of them, about old films or arcade games, and Steve once found the three of them cuddled under a blanket fort sleeping, The Breakfast Club coming to an end in the background. Natasha once overheard loud laughter, and peeked her head into the games room, seeing Scott tickling the older Peter, and the younger Peter, who they had decided would be Pete or Petey for clarity, cheered, claiming ‘that’s what happens to cheaters’.
It was cute how close the three of them had become. After enough observations made by Sam and Bucky, the two of them had decided that the trio was like a group of excited puppies. `Bucky thought that Peter’s personality was enough to give him a sugar rush, but seeing the three of them together and bonding was diabetes-inducing.
With Scott around so often, Cassie had grown close to the others too, especially Morgan and Shuri, who would often visit to show Peter and Cassie her new inventions.
One night, Tony had invited a majority of the heroes to dinner, and with a decent turn out, everyone was talking and having a great time. After Tony realized he would be having more company around after they saved the world, he had expanded one of the tower’s kitchens, adding tables, giving it somewhat of a diner feel.
Tony was standing behind the island that separated the appliances and counters from the booths and tables, taking in the sight of his friends, new and old, coming together for a rare occasion where they could all relax, without worrying about saving the world.
“Never thought this day would come, huh?” A new voice inquired, approaching Tony’s side.
“No, I never would have imagined this,” Tony began, looking over at Steve, “It feels like a dream, a moment where we’re all okay, and none of us are getting killed or trying to kill each other. It feels nice.”
Steve hummed in agreement, taking a sip of his drink and placing it on the island next to Tony’s.
“Hey Steve, come over here for a sec!” Bucky called from the corner of the room.
“Duty calls,” Steve chuckled, retrieving his drink again, “Have some fun Tony, you’ve earned it.” Steve raised his drink as if giving a cheers, before turning and walking towards Bucky, T’Challa and Bruce.
Tony found his way to Peter, Pete and Scott’s booth, where Cassie, Shuri and Morgan were sitting at a table nearby.
Once Tony slid into the booth next to Quill, opposite the antman and the spiderman, Morgan ran towards him, jumping onto his lap. “Daddy, daddy, look! Shuri and Cassie helped me paint my fingernails!” Morgan exclaimed excitedly, shooting her fingers up in the air.
Tony examined the flowery design and laughed, grabbing the smaller hands within his own. “Wow, those are really nice, Cassie and Shuri did quite the job.” Tony complimented, looking up as the aforementioned teens pulled their seats up to the booth.
While Tony admired Morgan’s nails, the topic of Footloose was brought up again between the two Peters.
“Footloose is, and has always been the best movie of all time,” The guardian pushed, “Any other opinion is just invalid.”
“What are you, 80? So many better movies have come out since Footloose, and even before Footloose. With the way you’re talking, you sound like you could have met the dinosaurs at Jurassic Park.” The teen argued back, his tone snarkier than Tony was used to, he recognized his mentee’s attempts at provoking the older Peter.
“Hey, I have you know I think Footloose is a great movie too, and as much as Cassie would argue it, I wasn’t alive to see the extinction of dinosaurs.” Scott stated, feigning offense.
“Sorry, this whole time I thought Cap and Mr. Barnes were the only ones old enough to be grandpas,” Peter teased, a goofy smirk on his face.
“Hey, watch yourself Pete!” The winter soldier called from the other side of the room, as the teen covered his face in order to stifle his laughter.
“Kid, you’re really pushing it,” Quill warned, a smirk on his face too. Suddenly the tabletop shook, and the smirk on the younger Peter’s face was replaced by a giant smile.
“Hehey! Stop thahat!” Peter huffed, trying to move his knees away from the fingers he could feel spidering up and down them. “Mihister Stahark help!”
“Hey girls, do you hear that? I think Pepper just said there’s ice cream, lets go get some.” Tony diverted, putting Morgan on his shoulders. Cassie laughed, following close behind, touching Morgan’s fingers to make sure her nails had dried.
“Good luck Peter, I think you might need it.” Shuri gave her well-wishes before following the group over to Pepper at the freezer.
“Petey, this could end whenever you want it to, you just gotta take back calling us old.” Starlord notified the teen, his fingers finding their way to the back of the teen’s knees.
Peter was giggling, but he had himself under control… That is until Scott’s fingers started spidering frantically up and down his ribs. His laughter rose in volume, and he found that Scott, being a skilled tickler because of Cassie, knew how to get every one of his sensitive spots. “Nohoho! Mister Lahahang!”
Pete tried his best to bat at the hands of his attackers, but 20 fingers on his tickle spots was making it quite the task.
Clint heard the familiar laughter from across the room, and looked towards the source, a fond smile making its way to his face as he let out a chuckle. The trio were like three peas in a pod, and following the weeks after their victory over Thanos, the three of them managed to lighten the previously dark mood.
Back at the booth, Pete had thrown his head back and Scott let his fingers wiggle over the backs of his ribs. For some reason the teen didn’t mind the playful touches, and he wasn’t ready to apologize, but he was still gonna attempt to grab their hands and squirm like hell.
“Wanna apologize yet, kid?” Scott asked, soft giggles eliciting from Peter as Scott’s fingers met his collarbones.
“Fohohor whahat?” Peter snarked, trying to scrunch up his shoulder to avoid the tickly fingers.
Peter Quill had managed to pinch the teen’s side from his position across the table, avoiding the knees that were attempting to stop his hands from under the table.
The young hero was holding out until he felt knowing fingers touch his tummy, and his thrashing increased. His laughter had grown to be a fit of hysterical giggles, like a dam he couldn’t stop, and he desperately tried to catch the hands. “HEHEY! PLEHEASE NO!”
Pete heard Scott tell his accomplice to take over his tummy, and he suddenly felt hands on his shoulder blades too, a spot almost as bad.
The teen frantically shook his head back and forth, succumbing to his laughter. “Ehehehe! PLEHEASE!”
“Aww, c’mon Petey, just say you’re sorry and we’re done. This must tickle an awful lot.”
“IHIHIM SOHOHOREHEHE!” Peter squealed, hiccups infesting his adorable laughter.
“Wait, now say Footloose is an amazing movie,” The older Peter added, continuing his torture. This went on for a couple minutes, the spiderman laughing hysterically as a few tears escaped his eyes and he vehemently denied the quality of Footloose, until the older Peter felt hands under his arms, detracting his fingers quickly in an attempt to protect himself.
“Hehey!” The Starlord chuckled, trying to turn around. Scott had mostly let up on his torture, his hands gently running over the teen’s neck in order to keep a light stream of giggles.
“I’m alright with you torturing my kid for an apology, but just a blatant lie? That’s where I gotta draw the line Quill.” Tony spoke, stopping the torture to return to his previous spot in the booth, ice cream and bowls accompanying him. Everybody calmed down, Scott laughing at the adorable sight of the younger Peter recovering from the tickle attack.
They returned to their usual shenanigans, and it didn’t take long for another playful argument to ensue, this time on the topic of ice cream flavours.
Maybe nothing would ever be normal like it was before Thanos, but all the heroes seemed to like their new definition of normal more.
Synopsis: a simple disagreement at Peter's apartment escalates into a rather one-sided tickle fight, which results in some unexpected discoveries for both you and Peter.
Author's Note: thank you to the anon who requested this!! It was really refreshing to write this scenario from the 'ler's perspective for a change! Hope you like it!
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'Don't. Say. It.' You warn, sitting forward on the floor as Peter grins; the room is getting dark as sun sets over Queens - one of you should probably turn a light on, but neither of you can be bothered, way too engaged in your debate. Aunt May is spending the weekend away, so you're staying overnight, since Ned couldn't make it.
'I'm gonna say it-'
'Don't. I'll-' A pause. The thought crosses your mind; you brush is away. The thought comes back. Screw it. You're in a 'ler mood, and you need to make someone laugh.
'I'll tickle you. Don't say it.'
Peter's eyes tell a story within the span of a nanosecond. They widen slightly; he almost backs down. Then, a glimmer of resignation; he's decided it's worth it. He opens his mouth. You interject.
'What, you want me to tickle you that badly?'
Your friend seems to hesitate, but ignores you, making direct eye contact as he continues.
'…Star Wars is, and always will be, better than Star Trek.' His expression is one akin to a hero who knows they're falling for a noble cause. He moves to get up - you're one step ahead, immediately tackling him, laughing as he yelps in surprise.
'Take it back!' You command, wrapping arms around Peter's torso. The pair of you descend into an utter mess, limbs flailing and shouting lost inbetween bouts of laughter. Before Pete has a chance to fight back, your fingers close around his sides, expertly tweaking and poking his torso to elicit a string of desperate giggles.
'Wahahait, wahahahait!' He cries, hands pushing at your wrists. There's no hint of panic in his voice, so you guess it's just a plea for mercy.
'Nah,' you grin, trying to gauge where his ticklish spots are. Your fingers trek upwards to tease his ribs, tickling between each one; you note how his laughter hitches when you go for a spot towards the back of an upper rib, and focus your attention on that, earning a string of panicked 'no's and a few hiccups. His laugh is practically addictive: sweet, and gentle, and downright adorable. You glance at Peter's face.
Oh no.
Hair messed up, eyes scrunched up slightly in mirth, a smile lighting up his features. He's blushing, hard, and you notice he hasn't said anything in a while. It's entrancing, watching him laugh. You have to rip your gaze away, trying not to stare.
'Jeez, Pete, how ticklish are you?'
'Ahahaha-okahahay, okay! I'm sorry, okahahay!' Your hands retreat; your mind is reeling, unsure how to process tickling someone properly for the first time in a while. Peter's residual giggles are the only thing keeping you grounded as you tap his shoulder.
'Hey, apology accepted. But don't make me tickle you again; you're too easy to wreck.'
If you didn't know any better, you'd say Peter looks borderline insulted, but something about his expression tells you it's more than that. You can't tell what.
'I fought back, sorta!'
'Please, you cannot call that a tickle fight.' A beat. The both of you sit still for a moment, one of you getting their breath back.
'Don't say that word.' Peter is still blushing.
'What word?'
'…the-you know, the…the one starting with t.'
'Tickle?'
'Yeah, that one.' He practically folds in on himself. Adorable.
'Did you seriously just avoid saying tickle?'
'Stop saying it!'
'That is too cute.'
No response, only an incoherent noise of complaint.
'Alright, sorry, I'll stop saying the…t-word.' You don't know why it came out like that, but you suppose it's not exactly a giveaway,
Peter freezes. 'Wait-'
'Yeah?'
'Did-you, um- this is gonna sound weird, but did you hear that from somewhere?' He asks, getting up and heading to the light switch.
You didn't think it was possible to feel the colour leaving your face.
'You mean, did I hear-'
'T-word. Did you hear it from somewhere?' Maybe he's asking about something else, you frantically reason. Nonetheless, asking your own question couldn't do too much harm.
'Wait, are you referring to what I think you're-'
'Maybe?'
'-are you a-'
'…'Lee?' Peter utters hesitantly, not quite meeting your gaze. Your heart stops. The light comes on.
'-'ler. I'm Uh- I'm a 'ler.'
The rest of the evening blurs into one of the warmest memories you'll ever make. It gets later and darker outside, but the two of you are way too engaged in your debate to go to bed.
I’m back from the grave with a drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts for months lol. To the anon that sent this prompt forever ago if you’re still around: sorry this took so long!!
For the anon that asked: “Ah ok yay interwebs! Idk how much of a prompt this is but maybe something where Peter starts a tickle fight with Ned for whatever reason, feeling so sure that he’ll win because he’s Spider-Man, but then he’s so freaking ticklish that Ned still gets the upper hand and ends up winning? And is super teasy about it and Peter dies 😇” The world needs more interwebs fics, so I hope you enjoy!
“Damn it!”
Peter threw his controller down on the bed as Ned beat him in Super Smash Brothers for the 10th time in a row.
Ned grinned. “You may be stronger and faster than I am, but you just need to accept that I’m better at Smash you.”
“That’s it!” Fed up with his taunting, Peter launched himself at Ned, poking and squeezing his sides as he tackled him to the bed. Ned started laughing and reached to grab Peter’s wrists.
“Peheter!! Yohou’re just a sohohore lohohoseheher!”
“This is what you get for showing off! I’m fast and agile, there’s no way you can beat me in a tickle fight!” Peter grinned as he threw his best friend into hysterics.
“Twoho can plahay thihis gahame.” Ned reached up and scribbled his fingers across Peter’s lower stomach. Peter squealed and fell backwards off of Ned, only to have Ned hover over him and tickle anywhere he could reach.
“NEHEHEHED!!!” Peter burst into laughter as he futilely kicked his legs. Ned laughed triumphantly.
“I think you forget sometimes that you’re, like, a thousand times more ticklish than I am.”
Peter’s face flushed a deeper shade of red.
He yelled at Ned to shut up through his fit of laughter.
Ignoring Peter’s cries, Ned teased, “If you can’t even beat me in a tickle fight how do you think you’ll ever beat me in Smash?”
Ned moved his hands up to Peter’s ribs, knowing just how to move his fingers to reduce his best friend to a giggly mess. As he poked the spaces between Peter’s ribs, a series of squeals and high pitches giggles spilled from Peter’s lips. The corner of Ned’s mouth quirked up upon hearing the high pitched sounds coming from Peter.
“Was that a squeal?”
“NOHO!!”
“Man, you are the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. It’d be really bad if one of your enemies found out you were this ticklish.”
“NehehEHEHED! Stohohop!!” Peter flushed until the color of his face matched his bright-red Spiderman suit.
“Nah, I don’t think I will. I know you don’t hate this, or you would have used your super strength by now.”
“NEHEHED!!!”
Peter reached up and was beginning to turn the tables again as he tormented Ned’s stomach, but as soon as Ned dug his fingers under Peter’s arms he knew he was doomed. Ticklish shocks jolted through Peter’s body and with a shriek he pulled his arms as close to his torso as possible. This only trapped Ned’s hands, and Peter’s bright loud laughter rang out throughout the room.
Ned laughed triumphantly as he went in for the kill. “Admit defeat and I will show mercy!” He yelled in a dramatic voice.
Peter’s eyes were beginning to well with tears of laughter, so he finally yielded.
“OHOHOKAHAHAY!!! FIHIHINE!!”
Ned moved his fingers back down to Peter’s ribs, but didn’t stop tickling him.
“Now admit that I’m better at Smash than you are.” He said with a sly smile.
“Nehever!” Peter replied stubbornly.
Ned quickly pushed up Peter’s shirt and blew several raspberries on his bare stomach. Peter squealed as he arched his back off of the bed.
“OkahAHAHAY!! Yohohou’re better at Smahahahash thahan meheHEHEHE!!! STOHOHOP!!!” he begged.
Ned ceased his playful torment and got off of him. Peter laid on the mattress, panting. He threw an arm over his still-red face, smiling despite trying to send Ned a dirty look. He sat up after a few moments and grabbed his controller.
