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Irondad Prompt #226:

Peter hides his stim toys when he enters Tony’s lab. His mentor can’t see him playing with a fidget cube. He’ll think he’s distracted or childish! Peter can’t have that!

Tony has a small box of stim toys he keeps in his lab. Stress balls, fidget spinners, Iron Man squishies he’s collected over the years. He has to fidget. Active hands equal an active mind.

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Irondad Prompt #228:

Peter’s super healing should be able to take care of the common cold, the flu, even pneumonia! However, it’s not able to.

The reason? Peter’s immune system is weakened. He was always a sickly kid. Going through multiple traumatic events didn’t help either.

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Irondad Prompt #230:

Pepper: Tony, why do you insist on bringing Peter to every meeting?

Tony: He’s my emotional support son!

Pepper: That’s not a thing

Tony and Peter: Yes it is!

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Irondad Prompt #234:

Tony: I don’t want kids! Their germy hands touch everything. Just being near them causes me to feel ill.

Pepper: Okay so you don’t like kids because they might get you sick, but when Peter was sick last week you—

Tony: That’s different, okay? We don’t know how Peter’s enhancements work yet so it was imperative someone keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t keel over

Pepper, smirking: -And rub his back. And sing to him. And let him fall asleep in your lap. And—

Tony: Who told you all that?

Pepper: FRIDAY recorded everything

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompts #265:

When Tony asks Peter for status updates and mission reports, Peter tells him about civilians he’s saved or weapons he’s confiscated.

But he never tells Tony if he’s injured nor if something scary happens on patrol.

And when Tony watches the baby monitor footage… he’s shocked at what Peter’s put up with. Yet the young hero never mentions it.

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Irondad Prompt #268:

Peter: Every week, it’s just like “make it to Friday” y’know?

Tony: …no, I don’t know. Are you okay??

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Irondad Prompt #271:

Tony, taking care of sick!Peter: Water, tea, soup, meds, blankets, tv… do you need anything else?

Peter, half awake: A billion dollars!

Tony: Okay-

Peter: WAIT MR. STARK NO!

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompt #272:

Peter: Can I bring a friend over?

Tony: Sure!

Peter: *brings Mothman home*

Tony: You didn’t mention your friend is… uh…

Pepper: Tall…

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Irondad Prompt #274:

Peter: Can I be in charge of the music today?

Tony, suspicious: Why?

Peter: I want to listen to Epic! It’s a musical about The Odyssey!

Tony: Sounds like a nerd thing, but knock yourself out!

*2 Hours Later*

Tony, crying: He’s finally home!!! He’s home to his son and wife!

[the-precious-peter-parker]

Stumbled across all of my drafts of things I wrote when Parkner was my hyper fixation and they’re still cute ideas but idk if I’d be able to write them well anymore.

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Title: The Origins of Angels

Pairing: Harley Keener x Peter Parker

Summary: After a standard, run of the mill mission, Harley can't seem to get comfortable. Reason being, apparently he's grown a whole set of wings, and has no idea where they could have come from.

Warnings: discussion of religion, religious trauma, hurt/comfort, angst, dubious science

A/N: listen. I've been working on this fic for almost a year. let me have this

AO3 Link

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Harley felt his spine expand and pop as he stretched his arms above his head. “Oh god,” he groaned.

“Need to go to medical?” Peter teased.

“I got released from medical an hour ago, I’m fine. It’s probably just the usual back pain.”

“If you’re sure,” Peter said. “Come on, we should go get food.”

“Can we just order in? I’m too sore to even think about cooking.”

“Sure. Pizza?”

“Works for me. I’ll go load something up on the TV.”

He collapsed on the couch and scrolled through their watch list. Honestly, he didn’t have much energy to focus on anything serious, so he landed on something they’d seen a hundred times before.

Still, no matter how he sat, he couldn’t get comfortable.

“Food should be here in half an hour. Harley, if your back is bothering you that much we can go sit on the bed.”

“Do you care? It’s not painful, but it’s like I can’t sit right.”

“We have a mountain of pillows that should do the trick,” Peter said. “C’mon.” He helped Harley up and had JARVIS transfer the screen Harley had pulled up to the bedroom TV.

Peter pushed ahead of him to try and arrange the pillows as a back rest.

“This seems a little over the top.”

“You’re the one with back pain, babe. See if this helps.”

Harley let himself drop into the pile and adjusted himself into a sitting position. “It’s better than the couch,” he admitted.

“Still not comfortable though?”

He shook his head.

“Seriously dude, if you need Dr. Cho, we can call her.”

“I told you I’m fine. You know I have back issues, but I don’t think it’s any different than the usual pain.” It was only a partial lie. He was no stranger to sore spots, just maybe not this particular brand of ache.

“You know what, no, fuck that. Lay on your stomach.”

“What?”

“Lay on your stomach,” Peter repeated. “I’m gonna see if I can feel any knots that I can work out.”

Reasonably, it wasn’t a bad option. Peter’s hands had relieved the tension in his neck and shoulders tons of times, there was no reason this should be any different.

He complied, and Peter straddled his thighs. “I’m gonna tap different parts of your back. Let me know when I get close to the source of the pain alright?”

Harley’s response was smothered by the comforter, but Peter seemed to understand and started at the base of his neck, tapped twice for each section, and waited a few seconds to give Harley a chance to respond.

When Peter hit halfway between his shoulder blades and the middle of his back, he slapped the bed, and Peter stopped. “There?”

“I think so,” Harley muttered as he shifted his head. “There’s more pressure there so that’s gotta be something.

Peter frowned. “Pressure?”

“Pain is the wrong word.” Harley did his best to shrug. “You can keep going.”

He pushed Harley’s head back into the mattress before positioning his hands over the spot Harley had indicated before he pressed in.

And stayed there.

“What the hell?”

“What?”

“Harley, you know I wouldn’t ask you unless it was urgent, but can I take off your shirt?”

He sat up and looked at Peter. “Why?” he asked slowly.

“There’s something there, and I can’t get a good feel for it with your shirt on. Please? Just humor me. If it’s nothing, you can put it right back on, I promise.” He fiddled with the hem of Harley’s shirt, waiting for Harley’s permission

Harley sighed and turned to face the wall. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

The shirt came off easily, and the second it was over his head, he felt something release. He went to examine the shirt to see if maybe the material was bothering him, but he couldn’t exactly see.

“Uh Peter? What’s going on?”

There was a beat of silence. Then- “We’re calling Dr. Cho.”

~~~

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Tony demanded.

Harley felt exposed sitting shirtless in the middle of the lab surrounded by Cho, Tony, and Bruce.

“I mean I don’t know, Tony. One minute I was fine, peachy even, and the next-” he motioned to the wings on his back. “I don’t know where they came from.”

The wings spanned approximately twelve feet in either direction when fully extended, and seemed to flutter of their own accord.

“And this wasn’t from today’s mission?” Cho asked.

Peter chose that moment to reappear from the elevator, pizza in hand. “That guy was all metal gears and robots. There’s no way this came from him.”

He handed Harley a slice of pizza which Tony immediately stole. Harley made an offended sound, and Peter handed him another one.

“So how the hell did they get there?”

Harley sighed. “If I knew, I’d tell you, but the fact is I have literally no idea how this happened.”

Tony moved around him to examine the wings closer and took the second piece of pizza out of Harley’s hand in the process.

“Okay, Bruce, can you wrangle him please?”

“Hey Tony, why don’t you go run the numbers from Harley’s suit and see if you can spot any abnormalities,” Bruce suggested, taking Harley’s cue to distract him. “I think Cho and I can take it from here.”

“But-”

“Tony, as much as I appreciate your input, we’re gonna need those scans at some point, so can you please just get it done?” Cho asked as she tried to subtly push him out of the room.

“Are you trying to kick me out of my own lab? Hey!”

Harley took the opportunity to smack him with his wing. “Get out or we’re calling Rhodey and Pepper.”

He glared at him, but left them alone and promised to send up any results he found.

Once he was gone, Bruce pulled on a pair of medical gloves. “Are you okay with us taking tissue samples just to see if there’s a magical imprint or alien matter?”

“No bases left uncovered,” Harley concurred. “Sure, go for it.”

“I don’t know what kind of sensory input you get from these, but I have to pull a feather or two. Helen?”

“I’m guessing you already know what needles feel like, so I’m just going to give you a count down before I take your blood,” Helen told him. “Then I’m going to see if I can extract anything from the base of the wings themselves and give you a quick physical exam.”

Harley nodded and held out his arm to her, wincing when Bruce plucked one of his feathers.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“It’s comparable to pulling out a hair,” Harley said. “It’s not bad, just weird.”

Cho gave him a warning, and Harley stared at the opposite wall until he felt the needle withdraw. “Almost done.” She went around to the other side of the table and motioned for Bruce to hold some of the plumage out of the way. “Three, two, one.”

He tried to not flinch when the needle went in. “Anything?”

“Ten more seconds.”

It was the slowest ten seconds of his life, but once it was over, he relaxed.

“At first glance, it’s similar to what could be pulled from a bird’s wing, but we won’t know that for sure until we put it under a microscope. Bruce, want to take care of that?”

“On it.” He took the vials they collected and transferred them to a carrier. “I’ll be on the other side of the lab if you need me.”

Helen nodded and waved him off. “Okay, complete transparency, I have no idea how to conduct a physical to a person with wings, so we’re going to play this by ear. Extend them as far as you can for me.”

He waited patiently as she dragged a light and a magnifier over the surface.

“Tuck in.”

The wings were large, but not difficult to fold.

She hummed. “Okay, extend again.”

He did.

“Interesting. Tuck in again, I need to examine the bone structure.”

That part of the exam was longer, but she didn’t seem overly concerned about the data she collected, all things considered.

“How we doing, doc?”

“Shockingly well actually. The wings work more or less like another set of limbs, and they’re not harmful to you at all. Honestly, I’m almost certain they’re functional, which medically speaking, is unbelievably cool.”

Harley blinked. “Functional? Like I could…?

“Fly without your suit? Yeah.”

He flapped the wings lightly, as if to test the theory. “Holy shit.”

“Not in the lab!” Bruce yelled from across the room. “If you want to test that, use a balcony or a landing platform!”

Helen shook her head. “We’ll test it in a few minutes, I just have a couple more things I want to test. I’m curious how your shirt managed to cover them so that not even you noticed they were there. Peter, did you bring what I asked you to?”

“Yes ma’am.” He produced a shirt Harley thought had come from the bottom of his drawer, something he didn’t wear but felt weird about getting rid of.

“Great. Harley, try putting this on.”

The shirt slipped over his head easily, which was honestly a little surprising.

She paused for a brief moment. “How the hell? Bruce, get over here.”

“Yeah? What’s going on? What?” Bruce looked Harley up and down in disbelief. “Where did they go?”

“Where did what go?” Harley glanced over his shoulder. “What?” he echoed Bruce’s previous statement.

His wings were gone.

“Fascinating,” Cho muttered. “JARVIS, did you get a scan of that?”

“Yes I did, Dr. Cho. A copy has been sent to your server, along with those of Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark.”

“Thank you JARVIS.”

“Happy to help, Doctor.”

She addressed Harley. “How do you feel?”

“The pressure is back,” he admitted.

“Interesting,” she repeated. “Peter, come here.”

“Sure, what’s up?” He hopped up from where he had perched himself on a clear workspace.

Cho handed him a sharp looking object. “This should be sharp enough to cut through the material. You have the best idea of exactly where the wings are from an outside perspective, so see if they’ll come through the shirt.”

He nodded. “Do you trust me?” he asked Harley.

“You know I do.”

The scalpel ripped through the fabric easily, and the wings popped back out.

Harley breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

Cho smiled sympathetically. “You might have to ruin a few shirts until we can figure out a more permanent solution, but you can wear shirts with them, yes. Unfortunately you’re going to need it off for your test flight, just so we have a full picture of what’s going on.”

Tony chose that moment to walk back in. “I’ve got JARVIS running all the scans he doesn’t need me for, but I also took the liberty of using a composite of the physical scans to get shirts specifically tailored to your wings so you don’t have to ruin any more of the ones you currently own. Now, what’s this I hear about a test flight?”

read the rest The Origins of Angels of here on ao3

[shipskicksandgiggles]

Hmmm this was a random thought (well kinda random it’s my birthday so that’s what made me think of it) do you think that parkner or ironhusbands have any birthday traditions? -🌸

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER OF COURSE YOU CAN SOME HEADCANONS

for parkner:

Peter isn't really into celebrating his birthday because he didn't grow up with much, but Harley is ready to go all in

Harley also didn't grow up with much, but his mom let him pick where they went for dinner so at least he has a tradition

so the tradition becomes both of theirs

Peter likes to have Harley cook for him, which Harley loves doing so it works out

when it's Harley's birthday, Peter pays, which Harley hates but he puts up with it anyways

for ironhusbands

Tony is the best at gift giving. they're not even usually expensive, but they mean a lot to whoever he gives them too

that being said he forgets his own birthday a lot

Rhodey figured out a way around this. spend the day getting Tony away from work and stress, and when Tony asks why, he gives him a cake and says happy birthday

also, they're both big on surprise parties, so there's that

[the-precious-peter-parker]

THESE ARE SO CUTE OMG BEST BDAY PRESENT EVER!!!

[divinesofdarkness]

Fluff Meme: Cuddles Edition

“Mm…you’re warm….”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“Awe! But I don’t want to get up….”

“Get back here and cuddle with me…”

“Nope! You’re my prisoner today…”

“I’m tired, come to bed and cuddle with me please?”

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

“Well if it’ll make you feel better…”

“A little cuddling won’t kill you, I promise.”

“It’ll be warmer if we cuddle together….”

“I’m sorry babe; I’m just not in the mood today, could we cuddle instead please?”

“I always sleep better when you’re here with me…”

“Why don’t we just relax and cuddle all day, hmm?”

“I’m really sore today, could we just take it easy and cuddle today please?”

“Somehow cuddling with you is even better than I expected it to be…”

“Can we cuddle for a bit please? I’m feeling kinda down…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

[the-precious-peter-parker]

Personally I’d like to think that every single one of these is something that parkner has said to each other at some point

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3,4, and 13 for parkner from the headcannon prompt list please!

3. Scars or painful spots

Harley: he has scars on his knees and elbows, back pain that puts people 20 years older than him to shame, and an ankle that acts up when the weather gets bad

Peter: he has scars all over his hands from spiderman related injuries, headaches, knee and wrist pain, and an ache in his ribs

4. Best places to kiss on their body

Harley: neck, shoulder, cheeks

Peter: wrists, hands, collarbones

13. What gets them flustered

Harley: people being soft with him, compliments, getting called handsome, affection

Peter: unexpected gifts, “this made me think of you”’s, also compliments, the phrase “I love you”

headcanon asks

[the-precious-peter-parker]

I ADORE THIS UGHHH YOURE THE BEST

[rylandsgrace]

BTS of Spiderman: no way home

[the-precious-peter-parker]

🌈💖✨Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome🖤☮️💫

I only just now saw this but omg awww!!! Thank you!! Right back at you dude!

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i got one note now you all have to listen to my bullshit haha 

V.I.S.I.O.N:

Vital International Superhero Intelligence Organization for Neutralization

basically after SHIELD falls, rumors start flying about the UN trying to regulate the Avengers

(Ultron doesn’t happen in this AU, but Rhodey hears about it and gets the information to Tony and Steve as soon as he hears it)

so Tony proposes a new organization. one based in progress instead of security

thus V.I.S.I.O.N is born

he comes up with this acronym and has JARVIS send Pepper a memo about the idea

once they come home from the mission, they start hammering out actual details

Director: Maria Hill

Assistant Director: Sharron Carter (it’s what Peggy would have wanted)

Rhodey becomes the official liaison for the US military

Fury comes on as a consultant on occasion, always with an alias

every new agent is severely vetted and given basic training

they don’t have a STRIKE team, but they should all have training anyways just in case

heroes have to sign on and go through training as well

obviously not all of them are enhanced, but suits/special skills/etc. still count

Tony builds the compound in Upstate New York to serve as their base. there aren’t living areas further than breakrooms and bunks for security guards

the facility is also equipped with training centers and lockdown tanks for hostiles up to and more powerful than the Hulk

SI still doesn’t make weapons beyond suits for the Avengers, but they do provide tech

all on-base weapons are still standard military-grade, again just in case of emergencies

the UN accepts this and lets whatever the Sokovia Accords in this au would have been, and it makes all of their lives a little bit easier