pairing: platonic! tony stark x reader, platonic! avengers x reader, peter parker x reader, gn reader
content: mostly fluff, some arguments between reader and tony. implied romance between peter and reader, takes place pre-infinity war. tony is a little overprotective, harley from im 3 mention, headcanons follow reader from childhood to peter's age in spider-man homecoming, no use of y/n. takes place in the same universe as my peter fic, about you :)
a/n: yes i am doing more y/n stark fics without using y/n and you can't stop me!! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated hehe <3
tony didn't plan to have you. the exact opposite was true, actually. your biological mother had been some fling from some party he had forgotten about. but then pepper informed him that your mother had passed and had a child she was certain was his, and things changed. before he knew it, he had full custody of you, a new bundle of joy in his life.
tony didn't think fatherhood would come easy to him. but the moment you opened your eyes and let out a little baby gurgle and a smile, he felt himself crack.
tony doesn't believe in the idea that you shouldn't buy your baby nice clothes because they're going to outgrow it in two weeks. if you're going to be his kid, you're going to wear the nicest, most expensive clothes anyone has ever seen!
(a scathing gossip column article is written about tony, calling him an irresponsible father for buying you a 100% down feather-filled winter jacket at 8 months. but how could he resist? the hood had little bear ears, damn it!)
tony is sick to his stomach when he ends up stuck in that damn cave. all he can think about is surviving and getting back to you. he spends a lot of time reminiscing about you to yinsen as they build the first suit, recalling everything from your first steps to your kindergarten graduation. he's worried he's going to miss your first grade one.
as soon as he's home, you're the first person tony asks for. when you arrive, you run into his hospital room, squealing your head off with pepper in tow. you tackle tony in a hug so hard he thinks you might mess with the arc reactor in his chest.
tony holds you dearer than ever after that. he swears he'll do anything to protect you, to keep that smile on your face.
once the avengers are formed, you run around asking tony if your new "aunt and uncles" can come and play with you. tony temporarily pacifies the idea by gifting you a plush set of all the avengers, custom-made, of course. it works for a little. you keep the plush set for the rest of your life.
obviously, your attachment to them leads the avengers to fighting over who's your favorite. which leads to even more chaos.
after important avengers meetings, tony finds thor and nat playing tea party with you. they're both dressed in neon feather boas and tiaras. thor looks like he might crush your imported china tea set if he holds the teacup too hard.
somehow, bruce is the one tony trusts you the most with. he's careful and gentle with you, making sure you tie your shoelaces and giving you gentle lectures on how to regulate your little kid emotions.
there's one time where clint, thor, and steve all lay out their weapons, asking you to pick which one is your favorite. you just stared at the bow, hammer, and shield in front of you, walked away, and came back with one of tony's iron man gauntlets. you nearly shot a hole in the wall that day and tony learns to keep his workshop locked from you, for now.
you continue to grow up spoiled, and thankfully only a little rotten. tony would basically let you get away with anything if you wanted. but pepper is there to reign it in a bit, offering you stability that tony sometimes lacked.
when you're old enough to realize that your dad randomly disappearing to go save the world from aliens, androids, or wizards isn't normal, you set some ground rules. he has to give you thursday nights, at the very least.
on thursdays, you and tony go and try new restaurants in new york city, which subsequently gets both of your faces plastered all over the news, declaring the two of you "trendsetters". the next day, wherever you ate will have a line wrapped around the block.
if not eating out, then watching old movies in, pointing out the inconsistencies and bad special effects to each other with wicked cackles.
then tony recruits peter. you meet him not long after, and your father feels a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach as he sees the way peter looks at you. and it seems you're looking at him the same way, too.
he goes and whines about it to pepper, who tells him you're growing up, which is the last thing tony wants to hear. you're his baby, his angel.
you become fast friends with peter. you secretly exchange numbers with him behind tony's back and spend many nights messaging him back and forth under the covers of your bed.
at the beginning of your friendship, there's some cognitive dissonance between you and peter. one time you told him to "come over," which made peter confused, because you were upstate at the avengers compound. then he looked out his window and saw happy standing with a grumpy expression and a limo in front of his apartment building. you end up foregoing the personal driver and just meeting him in the city to hang out after that.
there's one time you and tony run into peter while on the way to one of your thursday dinners. tony watches as peter blushes at every word and touch you give him, and he dramatically pretends you gag. you scold him (since when did you start sounding like pepper?) and tell him to be nice to peter.
at dinner, he suggests setting you up with harley instead. you smack his shoulder in response.
you'd always begged peter to swing you around the city, which he finally agrees to one day. unfortunately for both of you, that's when the paparazzi catch you. the next day, articles reading "stark heir seeing webbed-vigilante?!" are published, and tony has choice words for both of you.
you end up grounded, which usually doesn't mean much, but this time tony was serious. you had to stay upstate at the compound for two weeks, away from peter, until you could "think about the consequences of your actions".
you protest by refusing to leave your room. tony tries to talk to you through the door, pepper leaves food for you. you still don't come out.
after a few days of not seeing you, tony relents and opens your bedroom door himself, only to find it empty. he groans. you'd run away. maybe you were a bit too much like him.
he finds your set of avengers plushies neatly displayed on your bed, and notices a new addition. a little spider-man plushie that you sewed yourself, displayed at the front with your iron man plushie. his arc reactor pangs with a little regret at that.
but it's all gone when he tracks you (because he has trackers on everyone important to him) to peter's apartment.
he doesn't even bother with a car, instead opting to fly his iron man suit all the way there.
after pulling off some bullshit excuse with may about why he was at their apartment, he stomps towards peter's room, expecting debauchery and betrayal, only to be met with you sitting at peter's desk, tinkering with one of his web-shooters. tony spots peter on his bed, scratches and cuts covering his face and hello kitty band-aids covering his arms and legs. his chest rises and falls slowly, indicating sleep.
you look up in surprise when tony enters the room, face morphing with annoyance once you realize it's your father. you go back to fiddling with the web-shooter, ignoring him.
"he was hurt," you say, nodding to peter's resting form. "he called me for help. and that's what i'm doing."
tony can't fight against that. peter was important to him too, after all. he feels guilt for making assumptions about both of you. he knows you're a good kid. he's just scared of you growing up.
"i'll leave you to it," is all tony tells you as he gives you an awkward bob of his head and leaves peter's room. you sigh in relief, shoulders relaxing for a moment.
but then tony is poking his head back into the room, clicking his tongue to get your attention. "thursday night. don't forget," he reminds you before leaving again.
you can't help but chuckle at that. neither of you could stay mad at each other for that long.
tony thinks about you for the rest of the night. to him, you're still his baby. but to the world, you're growing up and unfortunately, he hasn't found the technology to stop that yet. you'd always be his angel, but seeing you with peter, he knows. he has to let you go spread your wings and fly, even if it means without him.
I do like girls but Id rather gut myself than get romantically involved with a girl Ever again Or a boy You know what Everyone just straight up evil these days You can’t do anything bruh
thinking about.. damian wayne with an anxious reader.
you began picking on the skin of your thumbs, without even realizing it. the anxiety creeping up in your body, making you skin to your stomach.
"beloved?"
damians voice called out, his voice tired and groggy with sleep. you look up, snapped out of your anxiety induced trance. seeing him standing at the bottom of the stairs, still wearing his pajamas. his black hair, messy and wild from sleep.
"yeah dami?"
he yawns, walking towards you. eyes flickering towards the tv, than back too you.
"what are you doing beloved.. its 2 in the morning..?"
"just.. watching tv, I couldn't sleep."
damian didnt speak, he just sat next to you on the couch. damian looked down at your hands, which were down in your lap, he sighs. seeing that you have picked your thumbs too the point they are bleeding.
"beloved. I really wish you would stop doing that."
he spoke, his tone soft. taking your hand in his, rubbing over your thumb.
and to the girl who made me try her vape and then gave it to me constantly then disappeared off the face of the earth and blocked me on everything fuck you.
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