Write a tony and Peter fanfick👁👄👁
Warnings: Language, Dad!Tony, and just Peter being the loveable dork he is.
"What the fuck Peter?" Tony glared at the boy he considered his own, "What?" He croaked out, hiding back a smile. "Can't a boy just take a nap?"
"On the damn ceiling? No."
Peter let out a soft chuckle as he climbed down, "It's not my fault it's comfortable."
The young boy laughed, hard this time, bringing a gentle smile to Tony's face. "You have a bed, Peter. Please start using it."
Tony gave him a confused look, raising his brows. He wondered what the boy's excuse would be for not liking his bed? Was it not comfortable? Or was Peter just full of it?
"Everytime I wake up in that bed, my entire body aches."
"What do you mean? Is it uncomfortable?"
Peter shook his head, biting his lip. "I just don't feel so good after waking up in that bed."
Tony glared daggers at the side of Peter's head, contemplating killing the damn kid. "Did you just fucking-
"Before you kill me, I just wanted to say how this was all Peppers idea."
"To have you come in her to check on me, find me on the ceiling, and have some weird ass conversation with me."
Peter smiled brightly at his father figure, "It's your birthday Mr. Stark, and she was trying to set up a surprise for you downstairs."
Tony felt the joy fill his heart, and patted the boy on the shoulder. "Your a good kid, Peter," he pulled the boy into a side hug, "Don't ever forget it."
It was short and cute I think :) I hope you liked it :) If you want something else, just lemme know!