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“Hold my Heart and Break it Apart”
AU. First half of this fic is the Avengers and Spider-Man meeting (kinda like “just a friendly neighborhood spider”). Eventually though, Peter as Spider-Man watches and can’t save May who dies in some sort of accident. Trying to save her, he reveals his identity to her and she also reveals that Tony is Peter’s bio father.
And once the authorities come in, they legally have to give Peter to Tony slash the other avengers. Peter hiding his identity just got a whole lot harder.
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Pre civil war, the team is sort of arguing and then friday interrupts with a call from Captain Stacey with the NYPD. They have a young male in a hospital from a stab wound and the system pinged his blood as him being Avery. Tony drops and shatters his glass and then he leaves as Rhodey explains that in 2001, a baby - Tony’s son - was left on his step for him to deal with. Tony avoided him for a moment but began to adore Avery and for three years he’s incredibly happy. And then Avery is kidnapped, Tony falls back on his old habits out of distraught and then four years later he’s kidnapped in Afghanistan yada yada.
The team follows but then they can’t find Tony at the hospital. Natasha manages to find him first.
“Tony?”
Tony looked at her, his eyes a little red and glazed. Natasha realized that Tony was close to crying.
Peter’s in the bed, injured. The nurses mention that he keeps waking up. And then he is fully awake and Tony watches from behind glass at Peter aches and pains and whatever and then he’s obviously lying about how he got it (*cough* cus he’s spooderman *cough*). And then the captain comes in and starts to explain the bigger situation to peter. (he also looks at the bruises and tries to imply that Aunt May hurts him and Peter blows up at him) That he’s kidnapped. And Peter denies it, insists that Mary and Richard are his parents and may is his aunt. He starts getting loud and crying and angry. With every cry of pain or tear shed, Tony gets anstyier and anstyier, wanting to just burst in here and hold Avery, Natasha has to keep holding him back.
The police prep tony to see him when peter jumps out the window, natasha saw it and runs after him. Peter gets all bent out of shape, they have a talk then peter manages to sneak off - tells the police that she’s kidnapping him and sneaks away. Natasha goes back to tony and the rest. She plots a bit, withholding the information that she knows that Peter yelled at her that her parents are dead.
“Whoever wants me,” Peter spat angirly. “Isn’t my dad! My parents are dead! Now fuck off!”
“No - You - YOU’RE NOT MY DAMN DAD - GET AWAY FROM ME!” Avery shrieked and he scrambled over the side of the couch, pushing Steve away when the soldier tried to grab him to put him back so they could keep talking. Avery shrieked again and Tony opened his mouth, heart breaking at the sight of Avery’s panicked cries, when Avery lashed out and punched Steve. Steve practically went flying, skidding off of the couch and onto the ground with a breathless groan.
Natasha leapt to her feet in surprise and Avery tumbled over the couch. Tony had stood up as Sam and Natasha went to help Steve. He was torn between helping Steve and reaching over the couch to grab Avery. Avery, who was standing up and stumbling towards the kitchen island. The other Avengers were starting to shout now but mostly the only thing Tony could hear was Avery crying.
“Avery,” he tried, stepping around the couch and towards Peter who continued to try and flee. “Avery -”
“Don’t call me that!” Avery spat and Tony winced but placed a hand on Avery’s shoulder. Avery flinched and ripped away and Tony had to grab his wrist.
“Peter please -” he tried again while Avery tried to pull away again.
“Let go,” he sobbed. “Please - I’m not - get away!”
“You’re not leaving,” Tony insisted. “You belong here. This is your home -”
“No it’s NOT!” Avery interrupted, screaming and he managed to twist out of Tony’s grip. Tony went to grab him again, reacting entirely on instinct - on the panic of losing his son again - but Avery evaded him and then -
Then he jumped and flipped onto the ceiling.
The room froze again.
Avery scrambled across the white ceiling and backed himself into a corner, covering his ears tightly. His eyes were red and teary and he was quietly crying. Tony almost stopped breathing.
“Well,” Natasha said quietly. “That explains how he was able to knock the breath out of Steve.” She tilted her head. “Spider-Man.”
“Go ‘way!” Avery sobbed, inching his feet back, bending over backwards to get as far away from them as possible. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
“Avery -” Tony started again, panicking a little when suddenly a red bubble encased his son in the corner. Tony whirled, instantly knowing it was Wanda. He went to yell at her but stopped when he saw the blazing anger in her eyes.
“Let’s all…just…calm…down.” she hissed, red magic flaring around her. “Peter…clearly doesn’t want to talk to any one of us - is clearly in panic from being ripped away from his only known family - and clearly, you repeating the name he doesn’t identify with, continuing to hold him here against his will - is. Not. Working.” she kept her hand raised, keeping the red bubble around Avery.
Tony felt his anger flared. “He’s my son Maximoff, in case you fucking forgot -”
“He isn’t used to that!” Wanda shrieked. “You’re forcing him into this situation - I can feel his panic - his fear - from a mile away! It’s horrifying! Sickening! You’re doing nothing to help him adjust to this!” Her red magic sparked in the air, frizzing around the room like lightning. “And I’m keeping that around him until you bring his aunt in and you learn how to reach out to him correctly!”
“How do you have a better relationship with my son than me?” Tony grumbled.
Steve laid his book down with a frown. “Tony.” he said quietly and gently and Tony froze, stiffening in dread for the expectation of what’s coming. “Your kid isn’t three years old.”
Tony blinked. “Yeah - obviously -”
“No.” Steve said, firmer. “He’s not three.”
Tony stared at him.
“He’s fifteen,” Steve continued. “Three years away from being an adult.” His gaze turned gentler. “I’m sorry Tony. He’s not three.”
Tony felt his throat clench and he went to say something snarky because it was obvious that Avery wasn’t three when a grundtal sob was released.
Steve caught him and pulled him close. “I’m sorry Tony,” he repeated. “But you’ve got to start treating him like an adult.”
“But he’s my son,” Tony sobbed. “He’s my baby.”
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“ARGH!”
Steve startled and looked at his older self who’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Well that was Tony,” Natasha frowned from the kitchen. “What…”
And then Tony barreled in, running past the living room and the kitchen and towards the lab was Steve’s best guest. Steve watched him go and blinked, looking at Rogers who quirked a brow.
And then older Tony came in from the same hallway, looking a surprising shade of red before looking at Rogers. “Auhm -” Stark croaked out, voice cracking. “Steve, love?”
“What did you do?” Rogers frowned.
Natasha sipped her tea, eyebrows raised while Steve looked between his future self and older Tony and glanced at his Bucky who was slouching and still looked indifferent to everything.
“Ah, Tony - Tony may have uh...seen...something…”
“Oh my god,” Rogers covered his eyes. “You kissed him -”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up while Stark started to protest. “We were in the room alone! There was no one there! How the fuck was I supposed to know that he would just walk in there -!” Rogers was laughing now, covering his face and looking embarrassed but couldn’t stop laughing about it.
“What?” Steve said finally and looked at Natasha to see her eyes narrowing in confusion as well. “Wait, what?”
“This is a disaster.” Stark announced. “I knew this was going to be a problem from the very beginning. This is bad.”
“Maybe it isn’t,” Rogers pointed out and that’s when Barnes slinked in behind Stark.
Everyone went deathly quiet while Barnes looked around, looking slightly guilty before walking to the kitchen. An assumption leapt into Steve’s head and he swore he went white as a sheet.
Barnes slumped and drank his own tea before clearing his throat. “So….did you tell them?”
Rogers snorted and covered his face again. “Jesus fuck, no we haven’t -”
And then Tony barged in again, shouting, “YOU KISSED ME!”
He pointed at Barnes - at Bucky and Steve went frozen, mouth dropping.
Barnes’s eyes widened and he looked like a deer caught in headlights as Tony kept on ranting.
“YOU KISSED ME - MARRIED ME - FUTURE ME - WHATEVER - AND OH MY GOD I KISSED BACK!? AM I CHEATING ON STEVE!? OR - OH GOD IS THIS A THREESOME? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS? OH MY -”
“You,” Stark wagged his finger at Tony who shut up, still looking white and maybe faint. “Need to shut up.”
And then Barnes sighed loudly and everyone looked at him where he tipped his drink back and wagged his own finger where...a metal band rested.
Natasha laughed suddenly, a loud bark before she snorted, grinning.
Rogers slapped his face - which he seemed to be doing a lot - while Stark snorted and then laughed himself.
“I can’t…” Tony said quietly, looking weak and dizzy. “I...there’s no way -”
Stark’s eyes widened. “Hey, no, stop that -” he walked forward, grabbing Tony’s hand and tugging him away, presumably to talk alone.
“Um.” Steve’s voice sounded squeaky. “What?”
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Inspiration really comes at the dead of night jesus
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I’m fairly certain I made this in a fever dream bc I reread it last night and I couldn’t stop screaming
“Daddy -” Peter keened
“Nuh - uh,” Tony muttered. “Shorter -”
Peter’s brain short circuited but he managed to moan out, “Dad -!”
~
Peter should really stop this.
He really doesn’t want to - every time Mr. Stark gets black out drunk, he fucks Peter and if that’s the only way he’s going to get his way with Mr. Stark then fucking fine, he’ll take what he can get - but he really should.
But he doesn’t.
And then Mr. Stark’s kinks get really weird and Peter feels sick with anxiety but realizes he just has to bring this up.
OR
Tony starts getting drunk again, fucks Peter every time and starts to like it when Peter calls him ‘Dad’.
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Tony looked white. “I’ve been what?” he choked.
Peter wrung out his hands nervously. “Fucking me?”
Tony choked again. “Kid - kid?!”
“I know!” Peter bemoaned, wincing. “I should’ve told you - I’ve totally been taking advantage - I’m so so sorry -!”
“You’re sorry?!” Tony shrieked, flailing in his seat. “I’ve been committing a federal crime every night, Peter!”
Tears pricked at Peter’s eyes but he blinked them away and mumbled, “This really isn’t what I wanted to talk about -”
“I don’t care!” Tony shouted. “Why didn’t you stop me, Peter?! You have super strength for god’s - oh fuck I never should’ve - I -” Tony started to switch gears, blaming himself and Peter logically knew that Tony was placing it on himself because he was the adult and such so Peter really truly is the victim here but -
“I liked it Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, sniffling. “I - I always liked you and I knew - I knew - this was the only way I’d get you so - so I didn’t say anything and I - I’m so sorry!” Peter’s body started to shake with tears and Tony stopped his ranting to look at Peter, face fallen.
“Peter,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You - I - we can’t.”
Peter sniffled again and wanted to say I know when he froze, realizing that Tony didn’t say he didn’t want it either. “Do you…do you want me too?”
Tony growled. “That’s not the point -”
Relief flooded Peter hot and fast and he sagged. “But you do, don’t you?”
Tony stayed quiet. “...I’m old enough to be your father Pete.”
“Is that why you have me call you Dad?” Peter blurted before he could stop and Tony whirled, horrified.
“I what?!” he shouted and Peter clapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide.
The room went frozen and Tony was still staring at him before his eyes slowly widened and it seemed to dawn on him. “I…I had you…call me….Dad? In bed?”
Tears pricked Peter’s eyes again and he took a deep breath before quietly saying, “To be honest….it was really hot.”
Tony couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.
#how tf do I tag this#underage#snippet#fic idea#favorite#starkerrr as usual bois#daddy kink taken to an extreme#dub con#I mean Peter can’t legally consent tbh#and Tony’s drunk all the time#sooooo#do that with what u will#tw#tw dub con#be careful#this account suddenly got traction and I both do and don’t appreciate i#I will write this tbh#possibly this weekend I’ll flesh it out and post this repeated shit on discord and ao3
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“Daddy Love” working title
Based off this: Daddy's got you
Tony unironically starts calling himself daddy to peter.
“Ah - ah - ah - Daddy’s got that,”
Peter froze, heat flaming his face as he gaped at Tony who took the wrench and returned to his work nonchalantly like nothing happened.
“So what, you agree now that he’s your sugar daddy because he’s calling himself Daddy?”
“What?!” Peter spluttered as MJ quirked a brow.
“Why are you doing that?” Peter blurted, not thinking. He blushed immediately.
Tony turned to look at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“Calling…” Peter hesitated, swallowing and licking his lips as he tried to think of the most non embarrassing thing to say. “Saying...using….” Peter made a face. “Well you know!”
Tony looked bewildered. “No. I definitely don’t. What do you mean?”
Peter went to answer but then stopped. He looked at Tony, squinting for a minute. Tony’s a genius and he owns a company. He can’t be out of depth with the young crowd. Tony knows what Daddy means - he has to - so obviously he’s doing it for a reason.
Peter had three options he figured. He could ignore it and say never mind. Or he could keep pushing, keep trying to find the right way to say why are you calling yourself daddy? or...
He could fight fire with fire.
Swallowing a bit but turning away and going back to his work, he threw his comment over his shoulder. “Never mind Daddy.”
Peter grinned when he heard Tony choke.
Yeah, he thought, grinning, Now it’s your turn.
“Just - please - daddy -!” Peter threw his head back, crying out as Tony growled, gnawing at his neck.
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Serial killer starker idea:
A/N: I got inspired by….something. And then this happened. Uh. I’m absolutely horrible with trigger warnings and tags but I will say that no matter how dark I try to make my fics/drabbles, I can’t keep it dark. Like, shit gets dark in my head but then when I translate to actual words in a document or note taking website it becomes fluffy as fuck so...hrm.
“You got what you wanted sweetheart,” Tony sounded bitter, hanging up and sighing. “All locked up….right where you wanted….What are you here for?” His eyes glinted and he smirked. “You want a goodbye kiss?” he purred and Peter swallowed but walked forward. His confidence had wavered but he’d gotten this far, he wasn’t going to stop now.
Tony watched him, amused and curious as Peter got close enough to tentatively reach out and trace his finger across Tony’s jaw. Peter inhaled sharply. “I’m going to get you out.” he said abruptly and Tony stilled, eyes widening as he blinked in surprise. “And then...when we get away...you…” Peter swallowed. His mouth tightened and he hardened his eyes. He got this far, he wasn’t going to give up now. “You’re going to fuck me.”
Tony’s eyes went dark.
Peter’s voice dropped a little, instinctively - not intentionally. “You’re going to be nice and gentle. And you’re going to make me feel good. Like you’re s’posed to.” Peter’s mouth felt full, mouth salivating as he trailed off and began to feel weak while Tony let out a low rumble and shifted.
“Alright,” Tony whispered, voice low and sultry - a tone that never fails to make Peter shudder. “Get me out of these locks then sweetie…”
Peter hastens to obey, reaching across to rip everything off. It takes some hassle and some fumbling with the keys but eventually Tony is out. The man steps down and rubs his wrists, dark, hooded eyes never leaving Peter’s.
Peter didn’t move, forcing himself not to fidget as he glanced away from the older man’s intense gaze. And then there’s a hand on his chin, pulling his face up while another twists around his waist and pulls him forward flush to the man’s body. The hand on his chin led him into a kiss while the hand on his waist presses down to rub their cocks together. Peter lets out a sudden moan, surprised at the contact but melted into it, not pulling away like he did the first time they did this.
Tony took his time undoing him and pulling him apart with his lips and the slow rounding motion he made with his hips. By the time Tony gently pulled away, Peter was red faced and panting, flustered beyond relief. Tony nudged his finger on Peter’s lip, pressing down while his other hand moves to Peter’s hip. “Good start?”
“Can we go now?” Peter whimpered, croaking with his voice cracking. Tony laughed - not in a condescending way but with an amused and dare he say it, loving tone.
And then Tony was gripping his wrist and running, exploding out of the door and rushing towards the exit. Peter followed blindly, not paying attention but listening carefully, and keeping silent when Tony looked at him. For a security prison, it wasn’t well guarded and somehow, Tony and Peter made it out - into the woods surrounding the prison and out of the building.
Peter had a delirious out of body feeling where he could almost imagine him and Tony were high school kids, running through a field in the dark, living wild and free. He let out a hysterical laugh and Tony stopped to look at him, looking slightly confused as they paused to catch their breath.
“Nothing,” Peter shook his head, waving him off and then he laughed again, his entire body vibrating with energy.
“That didn’t sound like nothing,” Tony pointed out, curious.
“I just..” Peter swallowed hard suddenly, eyes wide. “I broke you out.” he breathed out.
Tony’s gaze glinted. “You did,” he watched Peter carefully. “Having doubts?”
“No!” Peter reached forward blindly, grabbing at Tony’s hands. The man indulged him, letting Peter’s fingers slip into his. “No, I...I’m just….recovering I guess.”
Tony made a noise of agreement, studying Peter. The younger turned towards the building again and then looked at the sky which was dark and threatening to rain.
And then a thumb was on his chin again, gently leading him towards Tony. Peter stared at him while the older man traced his finger across Peter’s face.
“Thank you,” he whispered, voice soft. “For getting me out. Very brave of you…” His voice was breathy and Peter felt his eyes droop a little. “I...may have a safe house somewhere but...we’ll have to run Peter. You won’t get to go home.” Peter closed his eyes fully, thinking.
“I don’t…” Peter breathed. “I don’t think I want to…”
Tony didn’t move.
And then he slowly smiled - a smile that would have terrified Peter quite a few months ago.
“Good,” he purred and then his hands were on Peter’s neck and he dragged the younger towards his face and kissed him hard. Peter moaned into it, startling a little when Tony slipped his tongue into his mouth but welcoming it all the same.
#au#dub con#idk there's a specific term for this i think#fic idea#snippet#serial killer au whoo#starker
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“I can’t help it I know I’m sick” Starker
Basically, I think it’s like sex pollen and so Peter only trusts Tony to take care of him and Tony wants to go nice and sweet but Peter isn’t getting off so, tired and a little desperate Tony asks Peter what he wants and Peter, feeling gross about it, sobs out that he wants Tony to hurt him. Which has Tony reeling because fuck, that’s what he wants but...really? Peter wants it too?
“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sick -” Peter sobbed and Tony’s head was spinning.
“What? Peter, stop, what are you talking about?�� Tony shushed him, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I can’t - I can’t -” Peter struggled out, still crying and Tony shushed him again.
“Peter, just tell me okay, what do you need?” Tony tried again desperately.
“I need you to hurt me!” Peter cried out and then went back to sobbing. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sick -”
Tony, who had been working so hard to make this nice for Peter, swore. “Jesus christ Pete,”
Peter’s watery eyes filled further, probably about to say something again but Tony cut him off by shooting his hand out and grabbing Peter’s neck. Peter gasped in surprise and Tony gritted his teeth as he started to pound further into Peter who started choking and making noises, a cross between aroused and still sobbing.
After it’s over:
Tony stayed down for a minute, breathing hard. He hadn’t gone that rough in quite a few years. He let himself stay sprawled on top of Peter for a few minutes before sitting up and looking Peter over. He trailed his fingers down the younger’s body, keeping things feather light and warm. He thought about leaving to get a cloth or something but he didn’t want Peter to spiral.
So instead, Tony gently placed kisses around the bruises that had formed, keeping them light and warm and not harsh. He didn’t bite or nip, just left quiet touches. Peter mumbled something and Tony gently turned his head to give a wet kiss on the younger’s lips before whispering, “What?”
Peter blinked, a little bleary eyed. “What’re you doin’?”
Tony hummed. “Aftercare sweetheart. Trying to just be...gentle. After all that. I’ll probably get a…” Tony trialed off when he realized that Peter looked like he was crying again. “Hey, hey, what’s that about?” Tony sat up a little before using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe the underside of Peter’s eyes to get those tears away. “Come on lovely, what is that?”
“I just…” Peter hiccuped. “‘m sorry. I know ‘m sick. I...I know - you didn’t - you didn’t want’it like that…”
Tony for five seconds felt a split moment of fear. He could - he could if he wanted to...lie. He could say that Peter wasn’t sick, and it’s fine, and it’s something that other people do too, you’re okay but…
“Peter,” Tony leaned down, gently kissing the underside of Peter’s eye. “You’re not sick. And if you were then I guess I’m sicker.”
Peter squeezed his eyes and then blinked. “Wh...why?”
Tony kissed his forehead. His mind kept running, trying to come up with the right words. “I liked that Pete. I didn’t want it soft. I like doing that with my partners. And...fuck Pete, I wanted to see you hurt probably just as bad as you wanted to be hurt.” Tony was starting to cry now and he blinked them away.
A trembling finger gently pushed a tear away from Tony’s face and the older man looked down at Peter who looked just a bit stunned. “Re...really?”
Tony took a breath but nodded.
Peter chewed his lip. “Well...then...if I’m not sick then neither are you.”
Tony almost laughed but closed his eyes instead. “Peter…”
“I - I only think it would work with you,” Peter bursted out suddenly and Tony opened his eyes, frowning a little.
“What do you mean?”
“Like,” Peter let out a frustrated noise. “Like, the getting off? On getting hurt? I don’t...that doesn’t work with anyone. Cus then, uck - then I’d get real embarrassing boners during fights -”
Tony couldn’t help the snort and he felt so relieved when Peter broke into a wide smile.
“But anyways, I think it...it’d only work with you,” Peter reached up and started tracing lines on Tony’s face.
Still not quite understanding, Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s palm and pressed further. “I don’t understand.”
“I trust you.” Peter whispered. “I...I didn’t - I didn’t know if it was normal. And I was scared it wasn’t. But I figured...I figured if anyone knew then it’d be you. And I - I sorta, found it online, y’know? And when I tested it -”
“Tested it?” Tony blinked.
“I choked myself?” Peter winced. “Um, just to see how it felt. And it felt good. And I figured...well, I trust you...and I’ve always kinda...had a crush on you so…”
“So you trust me and that’s why you’re able to get off when I hurt you.” Tony finished and Peter nodded.
“I’m still sorry.” Peter added suddenly. “Even though...even though you said you wanted to -” and the younger’s eyes got a dark look suddenly. “Wanted to do that too, I … I know you wanted -”
“Hey,” Tony interrupted. “Hey, no, I wanted you to feel good. And if you feel good when you’re hurt then that’s just a bonus for me.”
Peter looked a little shy suddenly. “I...I love you…”
Tony’s mouth didn’t give his brain any time to react, “I love you too honey,”
Peter beamed and reached up, wincing a bit so Tony swooped down the rest of the way to place an open mouth kiss on the b - young man.
a/n afterwards - listen….secretly pain slut peter is my jam. this trope literally owns my life the fEELS of peter wanting to be good for tony but wanting to feel good and tony loving the same shit as peter does but wanting to make the kid’s first time specIAL and sOFT but can’t bc the boy doesn’t like it is just - *chef’s kiss* muAH love it.
#starker#nff#peter likes pain#i'm totally not doing this right#again#all i know about this stuff is from fanfic and those authors make it very clear#that this is not how it works in the real world#so i do understand that#snippet#that damn sex pollen
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“Sometimes I wish you weren’t a nice person,” Peter huffed, looking down.
Tony blinked and looked at him. “What?”
Peter looked up, eyes a bit wide like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But he didn’t back down either. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t a nice person. A respectable adult.” He repeated.
Tony’s eyes narrowed a little, getting irked at the kid’s huffy attitude and cryptic words. “Why?”
Peter stuck his chin out. “Because then you’d fuck me senseless.”
Tony recoiled and openly gaped at him.
The kid looked at him for a second before huffing again and rolling his eyes as he turned and left the lab, shouldering his backpack.
Tony doesn’t know what came over him then but suddenly he’s moving and cutting the kid off. Peter looked surprised and immediately began backing up as Tony stalked towards him. The older man backed Peter up against the table and after the surprise washed away, Peter was looking defiant now.
Tony kept him pressed against the side of the workshop table and murmured, “Senseless huh?” Every action and word he made was an instinct now. At least that’s what he convinced himself when his hand involuntarily came up and his thumb brushed against Peter’s slightly parted lips.
Peter didn’t say anything, just looked at him and let him think and do what he wanted to do. Tony hadn’t thought about it but now that the kid said it out loud, he could see it happening. For fuck’s sake - the kid wasn’t wrong. If Tony hadn’t gone through everything in Afghanistan and on and he’d just met Peter, he’d have the younger man bent over every surface in the Tower already.
“Pete,” Tony shook himself and whispered, looking at Peter searchingly. “I gotta ask...do you want this?”
Peter looked at him and then raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to ask.”
It only took a minute of some more thinking before Tony thought, What the hell. The kid clearly wanted it and he wanted it too. And hey, as far as Tony could tell he was doing an excellent job keeping his hands to himself up until now.
So Tony crashed his lips onto Peter’s, pulling the younger into a bruising kiss. Peter leaned his body forward, moaning lightly into the kiss as Tony gripped the younger’s hips and grinded against Peter.
“That it huh?” Tony’s voice was low and a little breathless as he shoved Peter’s backpack off of him along with his jacket. “I don’t even need your permission? So desperate to get railed by your mentor that I don’t even need to ask?”
Peter let out a breathless groan as Tony threw off the rest of Peter’s top half and started working on the younger’s pants. “I -” he tried to speak but keened when Tony trailed down and bit into Peter’s neck.
#starker#snippet#i think it's underage#....i think i have a problem guys#i just tagged like five things underage lol#peter knows what he wants y'all
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And then ideas where peter and tony are in a ship in space - kind of based off that starker fic “spectre” and now more recently this starkerstrange “new games” (peter/tony/stephen) where they’re stuck in a space ship in space
Starker pirate au
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A/B/O Avengers x Peter (mainly starker) idea
I dunno but I was basically thinking of something like, it’s a/b/o and it’s civil war. In the middle of the germany fight, peter presents as an omega and starts to go into heat. Tony catches him eventually and quickly grabs him and pulls him into a hangar. Peter pleads and begs and tony locks him into the plan that they took to get here. He paces outside of it while yelling to rhodey about what’s happened when steve and bucky show up
Tony goes feral, smelling peter - his omega - and attacks them. Steve fights back and then notices this isn’t normal when he eventually smells peter and he goes feral too. Now bucky is watching them fight each other. he ‘s a beta but he figures out what’s happening so when nat shows up he fills her in. she goes in - she’s an alpha but can’t go feral and she’s able to meet peter and help him. Eventually the avengers are there, bucky and natasha explain, wanda uses her powers to force tony and steve away. And then i eventually tony manages to get inside to peter and fucks peter within an inch of his life. After calming down a bit after fucking peter, he’s unferal enough to let steve in who also fucks peter. Ig it’s technically dub con but we later find out that peter wanted it just before he was in heat when he was competent enough to give consent. Of course, he’s fifteen and even in this a/b/o universe in america doesn’t allow omegas to give consent until they’re 16/17.
And once they come off their highs, tony and steve realize what they’ve done. But peter doesn’t allow them to feel bad about it. He’s still kind of fucked out but begs them to cuddle with him
Basically a/b/o universe where peter’s ass saves the pack during civil war.
#ah#now this is#dub con#omegaverse#typical consent issues#starkershield#underage#this is...a lot?#XD#fic idea#snippet
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“When I dance like That” Starker
The Avengers are on a mission undercover in a strip club. Peter has to pretend to be a stripper. Tony hates it but Peter is surprisingly good at it
Tony’s eyes darted around, waiting impatiently for the kid to come when the beaded doors swished open and Tony froze, his lips paused on the glass he had taken as he leaned against the counter.
There was Peter.
Young beautiful Peter Parker - his intern who was going to be the death of him - in glittering dark pink lipstick, a blown out gold smokey eye surrounding his irises.
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STARKER A/B/O
May ends up dying. Peter is an omega and he finds a way to sell himself to an alpha. The Avengers are getting sick of Tony just moping around and so they get him an omega.
Peter and Tony grow really close and actually fall in love.
Eventually, through a field trip, Tony finds out that Peter is a teenager.
“That’s not the point, Peter,” Tony seethed. “The point is you're a teenager. The point is you’re underage. I can’t be with you.”
Rejection slapped hard into Peter’s bones and he went completely rigid. He couldn’t even open his mouth to say something, his entire body seized up and tears flooded unwillingly out of his eyes. He let out a gruttal sob when he was able to speak and Tony, who had continued ranting, froze and looked at him.
Peter’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground.
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Okay so like a thing where steve’s a dom and tony’s a sub and it’s after civil war and they get back together but they’re having trouble getting into their old dynamic. And something happens like this fic where Steve notices that Peter’s a bit more of a sub then he lets on so he kind of takes Peter in and suggests it to Tony obvi because that’s tony’s kid and he doesn’t want to have a dom/sub relationship with tony’s kid without tony knowing. (not bio kid) toy’s skeptic but yeah eventually they all get together. Tony’s still a sub but he starts to switch. Maybe? I dunno if that’s how it works so i have to look it up
#fic idea#starkershield#dom/sub stuff#idk how that really works#i hate to say it but i really only know about that through fanfic#so forgive me if this is wrong
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Watching nwh:
“May? May?”
The screen dimmed a little.
Everyone watched with pain in their eyes but they startled when they heard a choked, high-pitched whine.
Tony turned and found the source of the noise - Peter. Peter, who was choking on tears and started to hyperventilate. “No..no…no…May - noo -”
Tony instinctively went in, gently pulling Peter towards him as the other’s episode escalated from fast paced breathing and short cries to flat out sobs and wailing. Tears streamed down his face at a rapid rate, letting out these heartbreaking, gut wrenching, ear piercing stifled noises of crying and breaking down. Tony held him, trying to give something to help him while the other Avengers winced. Wanda’s eyes swirled red and she kept her arms close to her.
“I’m going to kill him,”
Peter was soft, his voice shaking with a quiet rage. He was utterly still and Tony almost believed he hadn’t spoken when the boy began to shake. “I’m going to kill him.”
“No,” Tony interrupted, a bit frantically. “No - no you’re not -”
“I’m going to kill him!” Peter screamed. Tony turned, shifting their position so that Tony was cupping Peter’s face. Peter tried to pull away but Tony didn’t let him. “No you’re not. I get it - I get why, trust me I want to kill him too but you won’t.” Tony wiped a tear on Peter’s face, holding his own. “Because that’s not who you are, Peter…”
Peter stared at him, his eyes a flurry of emotions before settling on tears and sobbed out, “May…”
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Tony and the avengers are back for one of their first missions since civil war. No one knows peter’s spidey except tony. They find out out that a bomber is threating to bomb different locations in new york. Well one actually and when they found out which location it was, and when tony finds out he flips the fuck out because it’s midtown. So they all end up in midtown near the high school and steve starts to get the principle and like everything to evacuate. Tony is having a panic attack as he runs through the hallways, natasha close on his heels confused as to what the hell was happening.
“Tony!” Natasha stumbled, nearly tripping over a kid. She mumbled a sorry and ran to catch up with Tony who had barged into two rooms now. The third one ended up being a science lab and Tony froze at the doorway. Natasha was quick behind him when he breathed out, “Kid,” and ran inside.
“Wha - Mr. Stark?!”
A kid’s voice yelped and Natasha skidded into the room to see Tony running past labs and sweeping a teenage kid into an engulfing hug. Natasha’s mouth opened a little as Tony’s head rested on the side of the kid’s neck who was instinctively hugging back. She blinked. She knew that kind of hug. It was his vulnerable one. The one he saved for Pepper. For Rhodey. And Happy. He used to hug her like that and while it did break her heart that he wouldn’t anymore, she understood why. She broke his trust. She just has to fight to get it back.
But the fact that Tony was unraveling, giving his safety hug - a hug that made him so vulnerable he saved it for only the people he loved and trusted his life with - to a kid? A high school kid? That...didn’t make sense.
“ - wow and wait what are you doing here?” the kid was rambling and staring wide eyed at Natasha who blinked.
She glanced over and the teacher was so shell shocked, he wasn’t saying anything, just staring at Tony and the kid. Like most of the class.
Natasha’s comm crackled and she snapped into action, rapping her fist on the door. Everyone startled and whirled to look at her, gaping. “Out. Everyone out. Now.” She ordered, leaving no room for argument.
Everyone followed, scrambling to get out when the building shook. A few of them screamed, most of them froze, and Natasha waved her hands shouting, “Out! Now!” The building shook again and a few more people screamed but this time they all ran out of the room. “Head for the entrance! Get out of the building, go!”
She waited until everyone was out before she looked back at Tony who was holding the kid and muttering something. The kid was hushedly whispering back, looking at Tony with wide eyes that kept flicking to Natasha.
Natasha’s brow furrowed. “Tony?”
Tony startled. “What?”
“Who is that?”
“No one,”
Natasha glared. “You hugged him.”
“I hug a lot of people,” Tony replied defensively.
“Your vulnerable hug,” she stressed and Tony went white while the kid frowned, bewildered. And then the building shook again.
“Mr. Stark?” the kid said urgently. “We can...we can tell them later but we should go now. Right?”
“Right,” Tony shook himself. “Nat, you and Cap deal with this. I have to -” he stopped abruptly and then his nanotech armor engaged and he grabbed the kid and left through an exit door. It happened so fast Natasha couldn’t even yell at Tony. She gaped, a cross of surprise and confusion.
“Nat!”
“Coming!” she shouts and takes off, shaking her head.
Later
“He just flew off?” Sam asked, incredulous.
Steve was frowning but made no noise as Natasha nodded.
“What the fuck,” Clint scratched his head. “Who -?”
Natasha and Steve were the first to get through the doors and as the others began to ramble - Wanda was the exception as she headed straight for the kitchen and silent - Natasha headed to the living room. She froze when she saw who was on the couch.
There was the kid, sitting up on the couch and gently petting Tony’s hair. Tony himself was lying in the kid’s lap, splayed out on the couch with his head on the kid’s chest. The kid was awake where Tony wasn’t and was watching TV off to the side when he noticed Natasha.
He smiled meekly at her.
“Who are you?” Natasha demanded and her tone might’ve been a little snappy but she was getting freaked out now. Who was this kid?!
“Peter.” The kid introduced. “Peter Parker. I’m Spider-Man.”
Natasha froze and didn’t take his hand.
“Wait what?” Wanda spoke up loudly, cutting through the rambling and arguing of the others. Everyone turned around to look at the living room. Frowning, Steve strode over and then froze when he saw what Natasha was seeing.
Peter smiled weakly, looking a little afraid of Steve and Natasha briefly remembered what Steve did to Spider-Man in Germany. Natasha cleared her throat, focusing the attention on her.
“This is the kid,” She said simply. “Says his name is Peter and he’s Spider-Man. Nobody gets to wake up Tony. Got it?” they all nodded but curiously looked over at Peter.
Nat looked at Steve who was still staring at Peter. Peter, seemingly relaxed by Natasha’s order, went back to gently petting through Tony’s hair. She coughed a little and elbowed Steve who jolted.
“Living room’s off limits,” he added and turned on his heels back to the kitchen.
“What!” Clint squawked.
“Oh you don’t -” Peter swallowed. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Good! I’ve got a Mario Kart game to win!” Clint yelled, waving a spaghetti spoon.
Peter’s eyes lit up. “You play Mario Kart?”
“Yea - why do you?” Clint asked curiously. Peter nodded furiously and Clint grinned. “Sweet. You’re on!”
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An AU Idea where Tony was five when the Winter Soldier murdered his parents. WS broke through his programming and saved Tony. He raised the boy as his own while they ran - kinda like that fic : (can’t remember the title) - from HYDRA. At 15, Bucky has come back but he also realizes that he can’t stop hydra and when tony is 15, he leaves a note at the house they’re staying at, calls the police to come get Tony and leaves into the wood where he gets taken by hydra.
By this point - it’s the Siberia bunker but instead of attacking bucky after seeing the tape, tony goes after zemo. And then tony turns on bucky, angry and hurt.
“You know, it all makes sense now,” Tony laughed bitterly. “Why you left me and called the cops on us.”
Steve’s eyes widened, mouth dropping in surprise.
“Tony, I was -” Bucky tried to say but Tony got him off.
“You just felt so guilty for - for what?! Killing my parents and then taking their place?!” Tony shouted, waving his hands and raging.
Steve blinked rapidly, trying to catch up with the conversation happening in front of him as Bucky reached for Tony.
“Hydra was on our tail,” Bucy said softly, eyes a little wet. “I couldn’t get rid of them -”
“So you abandoned me?” Tony retorted, rubbing his eyes as his voice choked up.
“What, you would’ve rather been with Hydra?” Bucky ripped his hand away like he was burned and glared a bit at Tony. Steve’s mouth dropped open further at Tony’s response.
“Yes!” Tony screamed. “Yes I would have!” Bucky stepped back, visibly shocked.
Tony rubbed his eyes again and was fully crying now. “You left me by myself to be found by police and that was the day my life was ruined. I wasn’t Anton anymore I was Anthony! The lost son of Howard Stark! And you were gone!” Tony covered his face and turned away, fully sobbing now. “I was five. I was five and I didn’t know my parents were gone, all I knew was you. All I had was you! I - I called you Dad,” Tony’s voice broke and he slumped down.
Nobody moved.
Dad.
Tony’s voice rang in Steve’s ears as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.
Bucky finally moved, walking over and slowly putting his arms around Tony and holding him. Tony turned into Bucky’s chest, crying and holding onto him.
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BOOM
The screen goes white
Peter (vo) (helpless and desperate scream): Mr. Stark!
Peter crawled through the wreckage, yelling desperately as he searched
He crawls over some debris and finds Tony at the bottom. He’s bleeding from his mouth and forehead. Splayed out on the ground with parts of his armor missing.
The screen pans back to Peter who starts sobbing and crawls down, throwing off his mask and pushing himself near Tony. He hesitantly wraps himself around Tony, pressing his face into the crook of his shoulder.
Peter (croaky & teary) : Okay…I wanna wake up now…Please - let me wake up
Natasha (vo) : Spider-Man? Have you found Tony?
Screen has an eagle eye view of Tony and Peter before it cuts to Steve, climbing over the wreckage.
Steve : Spider-Man have you…
He trails off, going white at the scene in front of him. Peter lifts his head and Steve is heard gasping slightly at the sight of a kid.
Peter : I…I wanna wake up now…
Steve swallows and walks over, not knowing what to do
Steve : So do I
And then Natasha and Clint are there. They assess (maybe some more shjt here idk)
Natasha : it has to be you
Steve grimaces but leans down and hooks his arms under peters arms. Peter goes away slowly, crying softly but when his grip is fully gone from Tony he starts thrashing and crying louder.
Peter : No! NO! Please - let - wake up - NOOO
it’s a broken cry, a plea for help, a calling for him to come back. Steve has to hold him down as Clint and Natasha get Sam to take the body away.
Steve has his arms around peters waist and his front to Peter back as Peter screams. And he bends over - a bit like the hp Sirius scene - and the screaming stops but the crying doesn’t and peters body sags as Steve just holds him
And then have like, past avengers react to that as their future or smth
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