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this is supposed to be a vacation

for @meilz

by @iron--spider

Tony loves this kid.

It’s a montage at the beginning of a movie—Tony was crazy about Peter almost immediately, couldn’t accept it, his own damn daddy issues courtesy of Howard Stark, then he had to accept it because the kid kept trying to die, then things settled, they worked together, then they unsettled and the kid dissolved in Tony’s hands, and a year of heavy-drinking and nearly exploding himself in the lab wound up with all the dissolved people undissolved and the kid back and Tony in a hospital bed. Three-week coma. Whole screaming celebration when he woke up loud enough to bust his eardrums and restart his heart.

But Peter was there. Peter was there.

Time slowed to a crawl, sped up and slowed down again, and Tony tried to recover. He knew Peter and his friends went on that European trip—he encouraged it even though Peter was worried about leaving after everything. May and Happy chaperoned, and then everyone nearly died because Quentin fucking Beck decided to roll out of Tony’s past to try and kill off someone he loves. He failed, because Peter is Peter, and Fury and Happy shut down the false allegations Beck tried to put out there before he was arrested, and everybody came home.

It’s been about two months, since then. And Tony had just gotten back on his feet a week or so before Peter left, and he’s even steadier now. Getting steadier by the day.

But he loves this kid. More now, than ever. The son he never had. He loves May, he loves the kids that come along with his kid, he loves everything Peter has to say and everything he doesn’t, he loves keeping an eye on his missions, he loves the way he fits so snug into Tony’s little family.

And he loves him enough to know when he’s crashing. When his eyes are tired and his patrols aren’t as succinct and punchy as they usually are. When he needs a vacation from his recent vacation. As if nearly being killed by some asshole in London is the vacation any of them need.

So, Tony makes a couple decisions.

After all the shit they’ve gone through, what the hell could go wrong with a break?

Peter knew Tony was planning something, because he isn’t secretive when he’s excited, and he found out what he was planning when Tony asked if Ned and MJ’s families would mind if he took them out of the city for a few days.

And about a week later, they were heading upstate to Mohonk Mountain House.

And Peter hasn’t been complaining, at least not to Tony, but his tiredness has been bone-deep since he got back from London. Since before that, really. Coming back from the dead can do that to someone, and he doesn’t even like to call it dead, and apparently they were all tiny particle souls inside that infinity stone but it doesn’t matter because that’s a whole other can of worms and he gets more tired and more weary every time he even thinks about any of that.

He swung right into a wall the other day. Slap right into it. He almost broke his nose again. He feels like that might have been the moment Tony decided on this vacation—Peter could tell by the look on his face when he told him that he’d crossed some kind of line.

They walk inside the main lobby of Mohonk and Peter keeps hearing Ben’s voice in his head. You’re gonna catch flies, Pete. But he can’t stop gaping at everything. Like…he’s been in a Hilton and this is so much better than a Hilton.

“This place looks straight out of a Hitchcock movie,” May says, and she knocks Tony on the arm.

Tony laughs, and Pepper turns around, raising her eyebrows at May. “Let’s just hope we don’t have any Hitchcock-type events happen while we’re here.”

“What would that mean?” Ned asks, catching up to the group and trying to whisper in Peter’s ear. “You’ve seen Hitchcock movies. I remember you watched that weird apartment one a hundred times.”

“I love that movie,” Peter says. Rear Window. He never wants his leg to be broken. He knows he’d go insane just like that.

“You haven’t seen Psycho?” MJ asks Ned, hoisting her backpack higher on her shoulder.

Ned hums a little bit. “No. I know about it though. No crazy Grandmas for me.”

“That’s not what happens.”

Leather couches and tall ceilings and intricate carpeting and columns and everything somehow looks really rich but really comfortable at the same time—

“No,” Tony says, turning around and pointing at them. “No, no, and no.” He points at May too. “No. No Rear Window, no Psycho, no Vertigo—maybe a little bit North by Northwest—no, you know what, no. Not that either. This is going to be the lamest movie you’ve ever—this isn’t even gonna be a movie, there’s no—there’s no plot, this is just—a family video. A home movie. That’s it.”

Family video feels warm, and Peter grins.

“Of course, Mr. Stark—”

“It’s gonna be fine—”

“Absolutely nothing—”

“Listen, I’m hitting that buffet—”

“I’m just gonna sleep,” Peter says, as they approach the huge front desk. “Just the entire time.”

Tony smiles softly at him, and he winks. “You deserve it,” he says, and Peter can tell that he means it.

They hear crashing, something that sounds expensive hitting the ground somewhere behind them, and they all turn around and see a bunch of employees running around to try and take care of it. A whole big production and two guys trying to hold up a big bear statue that’s trying to fall over.

“Okay, step to,” Happy’s voice says, and Peter hears him before he sees him, and then he breezes by, striding out in front of them. “Let’s go, come on, follow me, let’s get this in the books—”

“Oh, there he is,” Tony says, patting him on the shoulders. “There he is.”

Peter and May could never afford a vacation like this. They could never even afford to imagine something like this. Peter feels like they would have charged him if he’d even looked at photos of this place. A big, historic, mountain resort in upstate New York, on the edge of a cliff overlooking a lake?

But now they’re here. They’re here with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Peter was able to bring two friends. Happy drove them all in a big plush rental van. They’ve got a line of suites on the sixth floor and they had steak and lobster for dinner on their first night.

It feels unreal. But things feel unreal a lot. Especially things involving Tony, involving Spider-Man. Any of it. Like he’s having a long, prolonged dream before Ben wakes him up for school.

Peter stands on one of the terrace balconies with Tony while the others are arranging activities for tomorrow, and he stares off at the lake and the way the moon hits it. Light rippling on the water.

“You really think you’re gonna sleep the whole time?” Tony asks, leaning on the railing. “Because nobody would judge you for it. Kayaks can wait. Ballroom dancing can absolutely wait, as can all of May’s Dirty Dancing comparisons, because I can feel them building up, like an aura around her—”

Peter snorts. “No,” he says. “But I probably will mostly just…relax. Take it easy. Just sleeping, no alarms—”

“You deserve it, like I said,” Tony says. “It’s thrilling to me that you’re even giving yourself a break.”

“Look who’s talking,” Peter says, giving him a look. “You were trying to get down to the workshop when your arm was still holding on by one string of muscle.”

Tony’s entire face contorts. “That is a terrible, disgusting image, Mr. Parker—”

Peter snorts again, choking on his laughter.

Tony knocks him on the arm. “You’re awful, a menace, making fun of an injured old man—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Peter says, swatting him back, and still laughing. “You’re the one who needs—needs this. Like Happy always says, I’m a ‘spring chicken’, I—I can bounce back.”

“I had enough bedrest for the next ten years,” Tony says, and he’s giving Peter that look again. Concern. Like he’s trying to read his mind. “You—I know you like to act like it all doesn’t affect you, but you were going through hell on the daily before that purple asshole snapped his fingers. Then there was all that, and the right after that, and the coming back from that, and me wasting away in front of you—and then Quentin Beck flaunting his dickheaded tendencies on your school trip—that was supposed to be your relaxing time and it got away from you too and I just—like I said, you deserve your time. You need it. Don’t—you’re not selling yourself short if you say you need some rest. You put everybody first all the time, yourself last—you deserve to relax, that’s all.”

Peter blows out a breath. He doesn’t even really try to deny it in his head anymore. He doesn’t try to compare himself to other people who have it worse. He’s tired. He’s beat. He feels older than he is.

Tony clicks his tongue and looks out at the lake. “I know this place is kind of old, kind of dated, rooms kind of look a little bit like grandma was head decorator, but—I, uh—I’ve got fond memories here. Mom used to bring me, when Howard was, uh…in some of his dicier moments. And sometimes we’d just relax, too. Recover from…knowing him.”

Peter is just kind of staring at him, because it always takes him off guard when Tony starts talking about Howard. They’re close enough now that he hears stories about his personal life all the time—his growing up, his insane college years with Rhodey, meeting Pepper meeting Happy and everything in between, but Howard is still…something they don’t really talk about, past flippant comments about Tony striving to be a better father figure than he ever was.

“Then I’m glad you brought us here,” Peter says, his voice cracking a little bit. “I’m glad you brought me here.” And in his head he hears I’m glad you brought me back. Because he thinks about that all the time.

Everyone’s back because of you, Peter. He never gave up on bringing you back. It was about saving you.

Tony looks like he’s about to say something else when there’s a bunch of rustling in the trees below them, and a loud thump, and more rustling. They both peer over the railing, and Peter can see the trees moving, but not anything else.

They share a wary look.

“Probably just a skunk,” Tony says.

“Oh, great.”

“Or maybe a band of feral cats.”

“Okay that’s better. Hopefully not too feral. Like, I hope they’re receptive to petting.”

They keep staring down at the trees, but it all seems quiet again.

Tony and Pepper have one room, Peter, MJ and Ned have the one in the middle, and May and Happy are on the end in a single room together even though Peter is refusing to acknowledge what that means or what might be going on in there. Tony mentioned that the rooms were dated, but they feel more like what a royal castle might look like inside, and for the longest time Peter is worried about wrinkling up the sheets. And then eventually it’s Ned’s snoring keeping him awake.

And then, when he’s finally mostly asleep—

“Peter.”

MJ’s voice. Peter’s in the bed with Ned and she got the other huge bed all to herself, but she sounds like she’s right next to him. He turns over onto his side, towards her voice, and then she’s—

On the ground right next to his face—

He startles a little bit, and she grabs his hand.

“MJ what—”

“There’s someone in the room.”

She’s whispering, and his heart speeds up a little bit. What the hell? There’s no way.

“Are you sure it’s not Happy?” Peter asks, as Ned lets out a rip of a snore. “Sometimes he likes to do perimeter checks—”

“It’s not Happy!” she whisper-yells.

Peter blinks, and she’s already pulling the sheets off him and yanking him out of bed, and he feels like he’d be more paranoid if something was actually happening, like he’d feel it pulsing and burning in his head, and she’s tugging on him and they’re stumbling over to the wall and—

“MJ—MJ—”

She flips on the light—

And Peter only sees him briefly—a man, standing over by the bathroom, and Peter barely gets to see what he looks like before the lights go out again.

But he wasn’t Happy he wasn’t Tony he wasn’t supposed to be here, and Peter’s heart rockets into his throat and he hears MJ gasp and he hears feet moving and Ned is still snoring, and Peter rushes towards where the man was and tries to catch him tries to fight, but he only meets open air.

MJ yanks the door open and she’s already running out into the hallway, yelling Tony’s name, yelling for Peter to follow her. And the hall light is streaming into their room now, and Peter looks around, breathing hard, trying to find the guy—

Nothing. Nothing.

Nobody’s here.

Ned is still snoring.

Tony stands next to Peter while the manager shows them the video footage. He watches their doors, completely still and closed from the hallway cameras, and then he watches MJ race out, and Tony and Happy run in a few minutes later. Followed by Pepper and May a few minutes after that. And then Ned finally looming out into the hallway, still half asleep.

“As you can see,” the manager says. “No one entered the room.”

Peter can feel Tony’s anger simmering beside him, and he takes it as a compliment that Tony is all-in on believing that they saw someone, even though he didn’t see him himself.

“Can I get the outside view again?” Tony asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

They switch to the outside view again, which they’ve already seen about three times. The cameras aren’t great out there, and Happy found out they’re in the process of an upgrade. Peter can see their floor from a distance, he sees a little flash of light that they can’t identify, and then nothing else. No one scaling the building. Not in a way they can see, anyway.

“When will the upgrade be complete?” Tony asks, his tone clipped.

“After your stay, sir, unfortunately.”

Tony huffs, and doesn’t say anything else, and he turns and takes Peter’s arm and leads him to the door. They walk out into the hallway, where MJ and Ned quickly back up.

“Don’t need to listen through the wall,” Tony says.

“Uh, we weren’t,” MJ says. “We were just—”

“Looking at the wallpaper,” Ned says. “It’s—so cool.”

“Uh huh,” Tony says. He moves so they’re in a little circle, and he grips Peter’s shoulder. “Do you want to leave?” he asks, looking around at the three of them. “Because we can leave. We can go somewhere else, figure something else out. Or we can move rooms, we can go down to the Grove Lodge so we can all be closer together—we can do whatever we want.”

Ned’s eyes go wide. “I mean, I didn’t see anything, I was sleeping—”

“It’s fine,” MJ says, fast, glancing at Peter. “I feel like we—Peter and I must have been—I mean, we’re—everything that happened, we’re always thinking about it, and Mysterio was about like—making us think we were seeing things that weren’t there or were there but different—it’s fine. Joint hallucination. Or maybe I made him think he saw something because I was saying I saw something.”

That would normally be a Tony joke cue, but he just looks at her intently. “You don’t have to make excuses,” he says. “I don’t want you guys feeling…unsafe. Despite the presence of, uh—enhanced individuals. Unnamed.”

“It’s okay,” MJ says, and she looks at Peter and nods.

Tony looks at him too. And Peter knows that if he said anything about being worried, Tony would move them in an instant.

What the hell did he see?

Were they really just tired?

Did he think he saw something because MJ thought she saw something?

“It’s okay,” he says, slowly, because…he isn’t entirely sure. But MJ seems sure and Peter doesn’t want to blow up the trip if they were just in a PTSD-addled nightmare. It is their first real vacation since that shit with Beck happened, it still feels like a knife in his gut sometimes.

“You sure?” Tony asks, and he shakes Peter’s shoulder a little bit.

Peter looks at MJ, and she nods at him.

“Yeah,” Peter says. “I’m sure.”

They go back to bed after that without any more incidents, but Peter mostly stays awake, staring off into the darkness. MJ is awake too, through a lot of the night, and they text because Ned is sleeping and snoring like there’s nothing wrong and there’s never been anything wrong, ever.

I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

I wouldn’t let anything happen to you either. Nerd :)

Over breakfast, Tony lets them know that Happy is setting up Friday to do sweeps and is doing his own personal perimeter checks.

“I want him to enjoy his break too though,” Peter says, pushing his waffle around on the plate.

“He’s enjoying it,” May says, through a mouthful of eggs.

Peter frowns at her. “I don’t like that. I don’t—I don’t need—”

She shrugs. “Well.”

“Okay, Miss Kiss and Tell,” Tony says, laughing as Pepper sits down next to him. “But it’s good. He’s on it, and I’m on it too.”

“Here,” MJ says, coming back from the buffet and sitting down next to Peter. She puts a cinnamon bun on his plate, smiling at him. “They just brought them out. Ned is trying to barter for more.”

“They can’t deny him,” Pepper says. “It’s all inclusive.”

“Exactly,” Tony says. “And after last night, we should be getting extra—I still think they sent someone in to check on something and didn’t want to admit it. I’m not gonna go all I’d like to speak to the manager on them, even though I did—do that—but either way—”

Peter hasn’t landed anywhere on it yet. He keeps trying to think back on it, trying to remember exactly what he saw. His spider sense, newly minted, is usually pretty bang on if something isn’t right, if he feels like he’s in danger, but he’d just woken up, he’s foggy in the mornings sometimes—

He figures his mind was just playing tricks on him. But MJ too?

She rubs his leg, like she knows he's agonizing over it, and he reaches down and holds her hand.

“Okay,” Ned says, walking back over holding a plate. “They let me take five of them. They’re all really warm and gooey, I feel like this is a promising start to the day.”

Peter isn’t exactly a spa guy, so he doesn’t join May and Pepper when they decide to go there, even though he feels like it might help him if he ever figured out how to relax. But going there is supposed to help him relax, so how can he ever relax enough to get to the point of going there—either way, he goes out onto the lake with Tony and Ned and MJ.

MJ and Peter both get their own kayaks, and Ned and Tony are in a canoe.

“He wouldn’t get into one of these,” Tony yells. “Honestly, if Happy’s not still doing security shit, he’s probably golfing. He’s terrible at it and he never likes to do it when anybody he knows is around. I’ll message him in a little bit and make sure but that’s probably where he is. Ned. You have to keep that thing on just in case we turn over.”

Peter snorts, looking back at them, and he sees Tony adjusting Ned’s lifejacket on his shoulders.

“Happy’s just afraid of racing,” Peter yells, cutting his oar through the water. “MJ remember when—”

“Yes,” she says, a little out ahead of him, and she’s already laughing. “I don’t even know why he was trying to chase you in New York traffic. While you were swinging in the air above him. You didn’t have any cars in your way, nothing was stopping you—”

Peter snorts again, bending over and laughing a little bit. “He was so mad. He didn’t talk to me for a week. He made me talk to Friday specifically.”

“I gave him shit for that!” Tony yells. “He shouldn’t have been trying to chase you. The gas leak had nothing to do with you. He’s always tossing blame around willy nilly.”

“Yeah he still blames me for the time those columns collapsed on that old garbage building,” Ned says. “A line of code can’t do that, that building was old I didn’t do anything there was no way he should have yelled at me at all let alone for twenty minutes—”

“He’s just dramatic,” Tony says.

“He just gets worried,” Peter says, glancing over his shoulder at their boat. And Ned makes big eyes at him, because yeah, uh, they’ve seen why he gets worried. They’ve dealt with why he gets worried. And now, after last night, Peter feels like he’s making himself worried. He needs to stop, they’ve already moved past it, they’re still here, it’s all fine.

“Yeah, I imbued him with a worrying virus that will never be cured,” Tony says. “And now the next generation has to deal with it. Here we are.”

Peter shakes his head, smiling. He’s gotta relax. The sun is shining on the lake bright and beautiful, and May is actually getting a massage for the first time in years and everything is fine. It’s fine.

He hears Tony chastising Ned again about his life jacket, gently, and Peter starts rowing out and around the outside of the lake. They’re the only ones out here right now, and he wonders how long that’s gonna last. He wonders if that’s something the resort set up, because it’s Tony, because of what happened last night, because Happy’s been intimidating people, and Peter simultaneously appreciates it and balks against the special treatment. But he’s with Tony, he should know it’s gonna happen.

He feels like he’s going a little faster than he should be going based on the way he’s rowing, like he’s really moving along. He glances over at MJ and she’s even further away from him, moving in the direction of the hotel.

“We’re not racing yet!” he yells, and he feels like Happy—constantly worried. But he’s worried about her in a different way and actually starting things with her in Europe made the whole thing worth it in a way, and now they’re together and it’s amazing but he’s just so worried all the time.

And now he’s stopped rowing all together, and he should be slowing down, but he’s still moving. Moving….fast. Maybe even getting faster.

Should that be happening? He doesn’t really kayak. He shifts around a little bit and looks down, and feels a little bit tucked in here.

“Hey!” Tony yells. “You’re moving like you have a motor on you!”

Peter’s brows furrow, because he is, and he’s not rowing, and he should have lost any propulsion at this point, and he looks up and he sees MJ looking back at him, and she’s not moving anymore, and he glances back and both Tony and Ned look concerned—

And he gets the worst feeling in his chest, like an alarm, like his spidey sense but more warped and panicked, and he tries to get up without toppling over, because the kayak is still moving for no reason, speeding along and it’s going faster and faster. He drops his oar, and balances precariously for a few seconds before he leaps into the water.

Bubbles all around him, and muffled calls of his name—

And he’s only submerged for a couple seconds, because of the life jacket pulling him back to the surface, and he comes up just in time to watch the empty kayak lift up into the air, careening into the forest and disappearing into the trees.

And he floats there, treading water, staring.

“What the fuck?” Ned yells. “Peter? Peter?”

“Peter!” MJ yells.

“Pete, we’re coming!” Tony yells. “Hold on!”

But Peter is just sort of. Staring. Staring off, at where the kayak disappeared. He stares over there. He stares.

No thoughts, just. Insane.

“Was that supposed to happen?” Peter asks, his voice squeaking. “Is that—MJ you should probably—you shouldn’t be in there if you’re not, uh, prepared to go—flying—did anybody see it explode? Did it explode? Or did it just shatter, uh, well, wooden—wooden kayak, was it wooden? Or plastic? Either way I bet it’s not a full kayak anymore—”

He feels himself being lifted out of the water, and it’s Tony pulling him into the boat. He doesn’t know how they got here so fast but to be honest a kayak just went full fighter jet on him so he can’t be that confused.

His shock has him gripped and he just sort of lays there like a rag doll as Tony and Ned pull him up, and he sees MJ rowing over to them. Thankfully, she’s still in her kayak, and it’s not—flying through the air.

“Hey, hey,” Tony says, once Peter isn’t in the water anymore. He’s got both arms around him, and Peter is laying against his chest, and Tony is patting his cheek and trying to peer around and meet his eyes. Ned has his hands on Peter’s knees and he’s just staring at him.

“I just got a defective one,” Peter says, pointing over at the forest. “It’s okay. It was just—a flying one, we didn’t make sure we didn’t get a flying one. I hope MJ doesn’t have a flying one and it’s just not like. On a time delay I don’t know. MJ, just—hurry over here—” He waves her over. He wants her to hurry up.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he pats Peter’s chest. “Are you alright? Did you twist anything when you jumped out, can you breathe—”

“Are kayaks supposed to do that?” Peter asks, feeling like he can hear his own voice echoing everywhere. “I didn’t think that was, uh, the case—”

“It’s not the case,” Ned says. “No. It’s not. It’s not the case.”

“Peter.”

MJ finally rolls up alongside them—

“I think you should get out of there,” Peter says, pointing at her. “It’s unsafe—”

“Something is going on,” MJ says, and she’s not looking at Peter. She’s looking at Tony.

Tony loves this kid, and this is supposed to be a fucking vacation. Tony loves this kid, and he believed him when he thought someone was in his room, even if the hotel was trying to sway them away from the idea. Tony loves this kid, and he just had to watch him abandon his kayak because said kayak was lifting off and destroying itself somewhere on the property. And kayaks don’t just fucking do that.

Tony stands close to Happy, well into his personal space. He’s got his hands on his hips, like a stern stance is gonna bring him any closer to an answer, and Happy sighs.

“I’ve done ten sweeps,” he says. “There’s nothing going on. There’s nobody here that isn’t supposed to be here. We even looked at the remains of the goddamn kayak and I didn’t find anything wrong with it.”

“There was something wrong with it,” Tony says. “It was flying. It was flying, speed wise, without Pete even rowing, and then it was flying, literally, after he had to abandon ship.”

“I know. It was in a million pieces.”

Tony sighs. They moved down to the Grove Lodge after it happened. Nobody told Pepper and May why, because Peter was insisting on not telling May, and he was also insisting on not leaving even though Tony wanted to leave, because if they left then they were leaving danger behind for the poor unassuming Mohonk guests. And if they leave, danger will probably follow them anyway, and Tony doesn’t know what move to make.

He’s upset, because this was supposed to be a relaxing break for all of them, but especially for Peter, after everything he’s goddamn gone through. He’s upset because this place felt like his place, his haven, a place where he could get away and be secluded and safe, and now something is pursuing them here. Something is trying to hurt them.

“You haven’t found anything?” Tony presses. “Nothing?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Happy says, and he glances back at the front door of the lodge again. “I’m still looking, I’m not giving up, and I think we should be better located down here because we rented out the whole house and I told them not to come in for room service or cleaning or anything. I know we lose the nice high-up view—”

“It’s fine,” Tony says, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s afraid to even be discussing this in public. Anybody could be anywhere listening.

He doesn’t like feeling like he can’t protect these kids.

“It looks like they’re targeting Peter,” Tony says, as quietly as he can. “And I can’t tell if that’s because of me, that they think—I mean the whole goddamn world thinks he’s my love child at this point, thinks May is my secret mistress or the sister of his secret mother, God knows, I don’t know what the most recent story is. But I can’t tell if they’re targeting him because of me or because of the other thing—”

“And the other thing is worse—the spider thing—”

“I didn’t specify on purpose, Hap,” Tony says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Right, right—the innocuous other thing—”

“We’re lucky we got out of Europe with the other thing intact—”

“Yeah,” Happy says, shaking his head, and Tony wishes he had been there with him, had been there period. He would have torn Beck in half had he laid eyes on him.

Why do they always target people he loves? Why not him? Blow him up. Kidnap him. But he guesses he’s been there already. He guesses they’ve done all that and it’s old hat to these assholes to go to him directly.

But this could be about Spider-Man too. There could be people that know who he is. People always find out, no matter how hard Tony tries, and Peter has made plenty of his own enemies. His own gallery of rogues looking to take him down.

“Just don’t tell May, if she asks,” Tony says.

“Oh, and don’t tell Pepper either?” Happy asks, in that stupid voice he uses to make fun of Tony. Tony glares, and Happy glares back. “They know by now something’s going on. They’re not dumb. They’re just not saying anything. But May will beat someone to death with anything she can get her hands on and so will Pepper, so maybe we should be sticking close to them.”

Tony sighs. “I just wanted—”

“I know—”

“And now—”

“I know,” Happy says. “We’re on it. We know it’s real, now, even if these people won’t cop to anything. I’m in their walls. Literally. Maybe I’m doing some things I shouldn’t be.”

Tony steps up onto the porch. “Don’t even tell me.”

“I won’t. But maybe I am.”

“Ned, why are you in here while I’m in the bathtub?”

“She’s in here!”

“I’m dating her.”

“Wow, that’s great,” Ned says, not making any move to get up from his spot on the gold lounge chair. “That’s great, I see how things are going. I see what direction we’re heading in.”

Peter scoffs. He warmed up a long time ago, and he’s getting really pruny, but he doesn’t want to get out just yet. He feels like something is gonna happen if he gets out. Like it’s all gonna start up again and maybe the house is gonna explode or their fridge is gonna grow arms and start trying to fight them or something.

And he isn’t lazy. He’s always ready to fight.

Maybe he’s a little lazy. But not usually. He thought Europe was gonna be a Spider-Man free trip and look how that turned out. And he thought this was going to be calm and relaxing but now it’s become suspicious. And worrying. And he’s torn between leaving and staying and telling May and not telling May and he doesn’t know if she’s in danger too and sometimes he feels like everybody would be safer if he lived out in Alaska somewhere and nobody knew him.

Peter sighs, and MJ rubs his shoulder. Ned is still giving him that look and Peter ignores that look. He’s never been in a little claw-foot tub like this before. Tony doesn’t even have these in the compound. And a bubble bath? He hasn’t had a bubble bath since he was a kid and Ben was still alive. It almost distracts him from… whatever the hell is going on here.

“We’ve got two more days,” MJ says. “And we’re sticking it out.”

“We’re sticking it out,” Peter says. “I got my webshooters, I guess I’ll wear them if we go hiking tomorrow.”

“Someone is gonna push you off a cliff,” Ned says, raising his eyebrows.

“We’re all going together, so nobody is gonna push anybody,” MJ says. She leans down and presses a kiss to the corner of Peter’s mouth. “Okay let’s leave so he can—get out.”

They both get up, and Peter watches as they argue.

“Oh, you’re not gonna help him?” Ned asks.

“Oh, you’re not?” MJ replies, nudging him as they move towards the door. “I thought that was your job, guy in the chair—”

They have dinner in the main building, and Peter watches his back. He only jumps once, when someone drops a tray full of plates, and he winces at the shattering and runs over there to help clean it up before they usher him away. They visit the horses in the stables, and Peter checks every nook and cranny to make sure somebody isn’t hiding in there. They watch May and Happy bust into the late jazz class that’s going on in the ballroom and Peter forgets to do anything because he feels like his face is going to catch on fire from all the blushing.

And he remembers to be paranoid when they get back to the Grove Lodge, and he can tell May is suspicious and they’re all watching him like hawks and he gets worried that Tony is the real target of whatever is happening here and he’s just a distraction.

He can’t let anything happen to Tony. He can’t let anything happen to any of them.

Or maybe nothing is happening. And nobody was in their room. And the kayak was just—Parker luck. Too much strength, or something.

He wakes up around three in the morning because he can’t stay asleep, and he sits down in the ‘great room’ and stares out into the darkness of the night.

“Don’t jump,” Tony’s voice says, but Peter jumps anyway, twisting around and seeing him on the stairs. “You jumped! I said don’t jump! You heard me, I said it—”

Peter snorts, shaking his head. “You can’t just tell me not to jump and expect me not to jump—especially if you’re stepping out of the shadows—”

“There’s no shadows,” Tony says, stepping off the landing. “No shadows. I’m fully illuminated—”

Peter sighs. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Nah,” Tony says, walking over quietly. “Sleep and I, we have a very contemptuous relationship.” He shakes his head. “I just feel like shit because you can’t have a normal vacation. Whatever the hell is or isn’t going on here. You just deserve—Jesus, a full day, at the least, without something happening you have to question.” He sits down next to Peter and lets out a sigh.

“It’s not your fault. At all.”

“I mean—it might be. We’ve seen Europe as an example of very much my fault.”

Peter narrows his eyes at him. “That wasn’t your fault either. You know it wasn’t your fault, idiots blaming you for their own stupidity is not your fault—”

A huge crash outside. It sounds like one of those big weird planters falling over and knocking into the other planters and then it sounds like a bunch of feet shuffling and this isn’t Parker luck, this isn’t a hallucination, this isn’t a kayak doing non-kayak like things—

They both leap out of their chairs. The noises don’t stop and Tony is immediately stepping in front of Peter and holding his arm out, as if to shield him.

“Kid, go back upstairs—”

“No,” Peter whisper-shouts, grabbing his arm as the two of them move forward very, very slowly towards the back porch doors. “You almost died recently—you’re wearing pajamas and a house coat—”

“You don’t even know what a house coat is—”

Another crash, more skittering feet, and Peter focuses—he can hear separate heartbeats from the hearts he loves in this house. Two of them.

“Tony I’ve got my webshooters on—”

“That doesn’t matter you’re wearing pajamas too you’re not prepared—”

And when they’re just close enough to open the door, there’s a flash of bright white light. And Peter closes his eyes against it, and he can feel Tony turning around, trying to block him from it, and it must be more than just light because he hears a loud bang and the windows are shattering and it feels like a cataclysmic boom is pushing them through the air. The two of them fly backwards, and hit the far wall, and the last thing Peter hears before his head snaps back too far is

GOD DAMMIT ALFIE YOU’RE TWO SECONDS TOO EARLY WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS JUMPING THE—

Peter gasps awake. His gasp echoes, and he sits up, and looks around, and he’s…nowhere.

He scrambles to his feet. He’s alone, and he’s nowhere, there’s nothing but blackness and his ears are popping like he’s high up and he sees—

He sees—

A kayak? Flying through the darkness?

He watches it, cascading like a majestic bird, and he stares at it, and then it just—blinks out of existence. Like it was never even there.

Maybe he’s just dreaming. Maybe he never even woke up and went downstairs and talked to Tony. Maybe none of that happened at all. Maybe he’s still asleep and Ned is snoring somewhere and MJ is saying not beets in the salad in her sleep again and maybe—

God dammit, Alfie, I swear. I swear I’m gonna whack you in the head.

Peter spins around, in the complete darkness. He can see himself, his own body and his hands and his pajamas and his webshooters, like he’s got a spotlight on him. “Hello?” he calls. “What the hell is—whoever that is—”

And then the London Bridge appears huge and massive above his head and he starts to duck, nearly collapsing in on himself, and there’s no way this is actually happening this isn’t real and he shoots a web at it and it goes right through it and it hits—somewhere—somewhere in the darkness, it sticks, it—

ALFIE I THINK THEY’RE BOTH—

I KNOW IT I CAN TELL OKAY I’M NOT MORONIC—

It clicks in Peter’s head. This is someone using Beck’s tech. It’s someone using Beck’s tech. That’s what this is. This is some idiots using his tech and not knowing how to use it properly and—

Peter starts yelling. “Whoever you are, you’re—you’re not good at this—this isn’t gonna work out for you—”

The bridge disappears, and Peter starts running. His spidey sense is going berserk, and he can’t tell where the danger is, what direction, how far. He can’t tell what’s underneath his feet, it feels—crunchy, and a little old, maybe? All he knows is he needs to get the hell out of this illusion. It feels unstable.

He starts shooting his webs everywhere, and most of them fly away without hitting anything, and that makes him wonder where the hell he could be with so much space—

STARK IS DOING SOMETHING WITH HIS AI—

Peter’s heart lurches.

“Tony!” Peter yells, still running, and he holds his hands out and tries to find something, anything, and he shoots webs fucking everywhere, and then—

SHIT—

He runs right into someone. And they push him off, and then he gets a brass-knuckled fist to the face before he can get a hit off of his own. He stumbles backwards through the sharp pain, wrestling with the instinct to just fight even though it’s only darkness all around him and he can’t see who the hell he’s fighting with.

Instead, he spits out a line of blood and keeps running.

Pulsing, face pulsing, beating with ripped skin and metal—

A massive kayak blips into the air briefly, and then it disappears.

Peter narrows his eyes, shaking his head, and what the hell is with the kayak—

He runs smack into something, like a train going accordion against a wall, and he stumbles backwards again, clutching at his crushed nose and trying to stay on his feet. The punch and the goddamn running into whatever that was has him dizzy, has him mangled and seeing stars in this manufactured darkness and then he hears Tony hollering his name at the top of his lungs—

“Peter! Peter!”

He sounds like he’s behind him—

“Tony!” Peter yells, all nasally. “Tony! Hey I’m over here—”

He turns around, changing his trajectory. And the darkness blips, breaking in large pixels, and Peter keeps running towards Tony’s voice and the darkness blips again, turns bright white, and then—

The illusion, or lack of one, breaks all at once, and Peter can see—

He’s on the roof of the main Mohonk building—he can see the lake, and the forest, and the mountains, settled in the calm of the night that feels decidedly not calm for him in particular, and he skids to a halt because he’s nearly running off the roof—

And he feels someone grab his arm and tug him back, and he spins around and it’s Tony, thank God it’s Tony—

“Hey!” Tony yells, and Peter looks at him and grabs his arm and they both look up and—

There are just two guys standing there. Two guys, both on the shorter side, definitely unkempt, and they’re holding a little gray box and they’re both just hitting it and hitting it and hitting it—

Peter aims his webs and just starts shooting. He feels like he shoots the most amount of webs he’s ever shot. The two guys fly backwards and get stuck to one of the upraised red parts of the roof, and they’re both gritting their teeth and trying to get out like they’re Scooby Doo villains.

“They must be associated with Beck,” Peter says, trying to catch his breath. His entire mouth tastes like blood. “They’ve gotta be.”

“I figured, with their shitty illusion attempts,” Tony says, and he sounds angrier than Peter’s ever heard him. He glances at Peter, starts to glance away, but then he looks at him again, fast, his brows furrowing severely. “Jesus Christ, you’re—bleeding everywhere—”

“Yeah, it feels—it doesn’t feel good—they didn’t hit you?” Peter asks.

Tony takes Peter’s chin gently, tilting his head and wincing. “No,” he says. “They didn’t goddamn hit me—”

“Well, the nose was from—running into something—I think that, uh, I think that’s a chimney over there, I think I ran into it—you didn’t run into anything—”

“No, I didn’t—”

“Oh, that’s great—”

Tony looks like he’s about to breathe fire, and he lets go of Peter and starts stomping towards the webbed bad guys.

“Why the hell would you be loyal to a moron like him?” Tony asks. “Beck? He couldn’t even keep a job at Stark Industries—”

“Yeah, buddy, because you stole his idea,” one of them hollers. They’re both still wiggling around, trying to get out.

Tony sneers. “He worked for my company executing an idea I designed and commissioned and decided to weaponize it when it was created to help deal with trauma and mental health—have you never had a job, an occupation—you know what, I don’t care, I don’t care—”

“Well he didn’t say that, he didn’t say any of that exactly,” the other guy says, the one with the longer hair. “He just said—”

“Nothing he says is true,” Peter yells, wincing when he touches his nose. “That guy is a liar, and a freak, and you believed him enough to follow us on vacation and—screw up every attempt you made to kill us—it was one of you guys in my room—”

“No, that was just testin’, that was just—we was just testin’, it was—you guys acted really dramatic—”

Peter scoffs. “Dramatic?”

And the two guys start giving each other nasty looks, even though they’re webbed shoulder to shoulder. “Maybe if you hadn’t dropped that dart gun in the lobby when they first got here—”

“Maybe if you hadn’t fallen out of the tree—”

“Maybe if you had made the goddamn kayak explode instead of fly—”

“Stop!” Tony yells, cutting his hands through the air like an angry teacher. “Stop. Stop. I’ve never wanted to hear Boston accents less. Stop. You’re arrested. We’ve arrested you.”

“You can’t do that, the Avengers aren’t cops,” the shorter one says. He’s got a tattoo on his neck that says GOLDBARES with a Haribo bear icon and Peter squints at it and he feels like his entire face hurts worse just from seeing it.

“You’ve committed several crimes,” Tony says, still pointing at them. “It’s—my personal security already—”

There’s a click. A very loud click. And both guys clam up real quick.

“What was that?” Tony asks.

Peter’s spidey sense is—ratcheting up, clear into his teeth—

“Tony!” he yells, because it feels like something is coming, and, just like in the Grove Lodge, there’s a big boom and they’re blown backwards by a seismic wave—

And they’re launched off the roof, and it feels like they’re moving in slow motion, through the dead dark of the night and the reflection of the lake, and Peter screams like a moron. He just screams, and then he shoots a web right at Tony and pulls him in with it, and then he shoots a web at the building and swings back around with him.

They don’t land well, because Peter’s brain is on the backburner and there’s nothing on the front, and they roll in a heap, Peter tucking his face into Tony’s shoulder. When they come to a halt Tony pulls back, sitting up and touching Peter’s cheek.

“You in there?”

“I’m in there. Here,” Peter says, and he feels like he’s bleeding worse, somehow. “Did they blow up? Did those guys blow up? It sounded like they blew up.”

“We didn’t blew up we’re still over here but maybe I wish we woulda blew up because—”

And they start shouting at each other, but Peter tries to tune them out.

“Thank God you brought those things,” Tony says, tapping Peter’s wrist. “Thanks, bud.”

Peter blows out a breath, shaking his head and still just. Laying there. “Oh yeah, no problem. All good, just—completely normal.”

Tony sighs, and his eyes cut to the side. “Any other late traps ready to explode?” he yells, over his shoulder.

They stop arguing with each other. There’s a brief silence.

“Uh. I honestly got no idea. We just brought the whole bag of tricks, I don’t know. There’s shit everywhere.”

Tony looks at Peter, slowly shaking his head.

“Fantastic,” Peter says. “Wonderful.”

“So, you weren’t in there watching us when we were getting our nails done in the spa?” Pepper asks. “I thought it was weird. I told May it was weird. That was these guys—”

Tony scoffs, and he feels like he instantly gets a headache, a migraine—

“Of course I wasn’t—of course—you thought I was just standing there? Staring at you in the spa? You didn’t think that was out of the ordinary—”

Pepper gives him a look, and Peter laughs from the hammock behind them.

“Yeah, when I went to get my nails done later you kept walking in and out,” Happy says. “But I thought you were just—I don’t know what I thought. But then you told me about the kayak thing later and I thought—well—I attributed it to that.”

“Happy went and got his nails done,” Ned whispers, somewhere behind Tony, too. “We could do that?”

“Who’s stopping you?” MJ says, quiet.

“Well, the whole—the whole situation stopped me, I guess, but I didn’t really think about it—”

“I’m glad it wasn’t you staring at us,” May says, standing near the railing and peering out into her binoculars. “Pepper said it was normal, but it was concerning me.”

Tony glares at Pepper, but she just bats her eyes at him like the picture of innocence.

“Sometimes Peter does that to me,” May says. “Just stares at me from behind a Lucky Charms box in the kitchen. That’s how I know something’s wrong.”

Tony snorts, and he turns around as soon as Peter starts protesting.

“I do not!” Peter says, shifting around in the hammock. “I do not do that.”

“It sounds like something you’d do,” Ned says.

“You’ve done that to me,” MJ says, clearing her throat.

Peter huffs, and everyone laughs at him, and Tony tries not to laugh too hard, because this started with his own wife acting like she thinks he’s capable of acting like some weirdo who stands around staring at people.

Tony sighs. He turns around, walking over and peering down at Peter. He braces his hand on the tree his hammock is attached to. “How’s the nose?” Tony asks.

“Broken.”

“It’s not broken anymore, we reset it.”

“It knows it was broken. I know too.”

He’s still got the butterfly bandages on the bridge of his nose, and it’s bruised and angry looking. He’s got a burst blood vessel in his eye, and the white part is dipped with red. Tony feels like shit because he got out of the whole ordeal relatively unscathed. Just a few bumps and bruises. Some whiplash. But Peter broke his nose again.

They hiked up to the Sky Top Tower, and the kids wanted to hang out once they got up here. They all thought Peter had earned the hammock. Happy refused to come, and he’s in charge of the security situation, anyway, so he couldn’t exactly abandon it to do a hike he didn’t want to do.

They had to clear the whole damn resort out to get rid of any remaining traps and illusions. Tony had to bring in a whole team. Rhodey made fun of him on the phone when Tony told him, laughing for a good five minutes.

And sure, it’s stupid. Those guys are stupid and they had no idea what the hell they were doing, they couldn’t even attack properly. But that’s what happens when stupid people follow more powerful stupid people. They hold grudges. They make up shit in their heads. They cause problems.

And it’s never really funny when Peter is bloody at the end of it.

“I feel like I’m sinking,” Peter says, his brows furrowing.

He reaches out his hand, and Tony takes it, and he pulls him out of the hammock as MJ and Ned push on his shoulders. Peter groans like he’s a hundred years old, and Tony claps him on the shoulder.

May looks away from her binoculars. “How you doing, honeybunch?”

“Fine,” Peter says, letting go of Tony’s hand. “Incredible. Amazing.”

“Just a normal day for a hero,” Pepper says. “MJ, you’ll get used to it, May, you’ll never get used to it—”

“And Ned,” Ned says to himself. “You will be there every step of the way.”

Tony looks at Peter, and he wants to apologize. For all of it, for being a hero at all, for the goddamn radioactive spider at Oscorp and everything that came after. For stupid morons like Quentin Beck, who know the quickest way to hurt Tony is to attack this kid he’s nearly adopted as his own.

He doesn’t know what the hell to say, because Peter wouldn’t accept his apologies anyway. He never would. Peter is just appreciative of every moment. Even if the moments aren’t ideal.

“We’ve got the whole place to ourselves,” Tony says. “How about we have a pie bar when we head back down there? I can tip the kitchen staff two hundred percent when I ask. I don’t think anybody would be pissed off.”

He sees May smiling softly at him over Peter’s shoulder. Trust in her eyes, even after all this bullshit.

“Can there be…at least four key limes?” Peter asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Four or five,” Tony says, ruffling his hair. “Or six or seven. Depending on the number of ovens in the joint.”

Peter grins at him, still bright and lively, despite everything.

Maybe they can salvage this vacation yet.

#iron dad #iron man #irondad #irondad fic #marvel fic #peter parker #spider-man #tony stark #iron dad fic #works by iron_spider

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Holiday Rec List.

Hi everyone, this is long overdue, but I promised so here's to starting off the New Year right with some fics for you to check out. I didn't add any descriptions, so check them out! Some are series, some require you to be logged into your ao3. These are in no particular order. You are sure to find something you will love. We've linked the authors where possible so be sure to check out their other works, encourage (not pressure) them to finish their in progress works please or even write new works! Trust me! Happy New Year!

So many awesome stories did not make this list because I didn't want to overwhelm anyone, but many are already in mind for another special rec list!.

I love you more than anything (bio dad au) - iron_spider

But Only Hope and Sorrows End - iron_spider

Lazarus, come forth - iron_spider

Four times peter cheated death (and one time he didn't) - iron_spider

A Life of Crime - intothestorm

Up Came the Sun - WhimsicalEthnographies

Hey Ragazzo - WhimsicalEthnographies

Becoming Belonging - sahiya

A Soft Place to Land - sahiya

The Third Option - Uncertainty_Principle

Men of Iron - Spdrmain

The Little Things - soupshep

First Wednesday of March - soupshep

You'll Always Get There First - soupshep

The Time Traveler's Mentor - Diaz_evan

Three Weeks, Two Days, Seven Hours - soupshep

Never Go Home Alone - Orphan Account

Here's to all New Beginnings - Gruoch Orphan Account

Even Children Get Older - LittleMissAgrafina

A Snapshot Moment - soupshep

Hold Your Breath While You're Safe - Gruoch Orphan Account

The Hearth - Sagemb

Everyday Superhero Verse - Stoneage_woman

College Applications: The Biggest Meme - Sagemb

The Long Way Back - Gruoch Orphan Account

Allston Christmas - Gruoch Orphan Account

Hard to Love - Groo_ock Orphan Account

Aperture - Gruoch Orphan Account

Holdfasts - Gruoch Orphan Account

I Am One of You Forever - Gruoch Orphan Account

Neon Liar (Hiding in Plain Sight) - isaDanCurtisproduction

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes from a Graduating Senior’s Life - isaDanCurtisproduction

As Luck Would Have It - blondsak, whumphoarder

Poison Apple - whumphoarder

Inevitable - imgoingtocrash

Knowing (of everything she doesn't) - imgoingtocrash

287 Miles - imgoingtocrash

Out of Darkness - StarryKnight09

I Would Lay My Armour Down - losingmymindtonight

Webcams and Webshooters - losingmymindtonight

Call You Home - Madelinedear

The Guardian - Emily_F6

Survivor's Guide to The Galaxy - fanfic1892

A Little Late On the Blood Work - Pixiemage

With Kind Regards and Completely Serious Warning - jennylarner

The Chain - RayRox360

Was that a Star Wars reference, Dr. Stark? - Jen27ny

You Are My Sunshine - M4rmalade

I told you I had issues - Bergen

PS: If you make it here then awesome sauce! Send us your fave fics to read as well, you never know they may end up on a special rec list someday! No promises though! Thank you all! Have an awesome 2024 everyone!

#fic rec list #follower outreach

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IRONDAD & SPIDER-SON WHUMP MASTERLIST—PART 1

Last Updated: September 2023

As promised, here is my long overdue Irondad Whump Masterlist! This list took an embarrassing amount of time to compile and over forty pages in my Google Docs (!!!!!).

Due to the sheer amount of fics, I will be posting in parts. Within these posts, each fic will categorized by its most prevalent trope/theme.

I hope the work from these talented contributors brings as much whumpy joy to you as they do to me!

Also, a very special shoutout to my most treasured Irondad authors iron_spider, for_the_night, madasthesea, losingmymindtonight, AdVitemAeternum, MotherKarizma, and so many more! This post is dedicated to you. ♡

Adoption/Tony Stark is Peter Parker’s Biological Father

5 Times Tony Acted Like Peter’s Dad by for_the_night

Summary: “And the one time he actually was." *Featuring an award evening, nightmares, a father-son field trip, appendicitis, and a very special gift—oh, and SO many forehead kisses.*

Alive and Healing by Watermeloness

Summary: “‘...bank robbery gone wrong in Queens. We’re receiving live footage from the crime site, where a 15-year-old teenager has been severely injured. Witnesses report a young boy getting shot after trying to stop the perpetrators. The last we’ve heard, his state is critical and he’s being rushed to…’ Statistically, there are a lot of 15-year-old teenagers in Queens. The city is filled with 15-year-old teenagers that are all brave in their own ways. This doesn’t have to be their teenager. But Peter is not picking up his phone.”

Dad Is Just A Word (You Give It Meaning) by madasthesea

Summary: “Father's Day, two years after May dies. Peter has something special to give and something important to say.”

For Want of a Dad (In Need of a Son) by GhostInTheBAU

Summary: “So, have you given the camping trip any more thought?’ Ned asks, and he groans internally at the change in subject. He'd much rather go back to talking about his non-existent love life, thanks. The trip is during spring break—a four-day long trek out into the wilderness, camping and hiking and gathering who even knows what, learning all about nature and the great outdoors. But the real kicker? It's an event specifically designed for fathers and their sons, which is something Peter doesn't have, and something he will never be. Not again." Or: Peter longs to have a deeper relationship with his mentor, a more meaningful connection; but he's managed to convince himself that the only reason Tony Stark spends any time with him at all is purely because of his enhancement. Because of Spider-Man.

Homebound by AdVitamAeternam

Summary: “Shortly after Homecoming, Peter starts having panic attacks. Tony happens to have some experience with those. What do you do when everyone around you has a tendency to die? What do you do when the last person, the most precious, the one you absolutely cannot lose, maybe wants you? Do you give in, or do you run? Do you take what they offer, or do you keep them as far away from the disaster that is your life as you can?”

I Love You More Than Anything Series by iron_spider

Summary: “The highs and lows of Tony unexpectedly becoming a single dad at 31—from Peter’s early baby years, all the way past the defeat of Thanos”

I’ll Always Protect You (Even If You Don’t Want Me To) by JAWorley

Summary: “So much changed with Peter’s body chemistry after the bite that new things are still coming up that surprise him. One day he and Tony are having a fight and Peter is so stressed out he ends up having a seizure. Seizures… great, so that’s a thing now, and Tony has decided that the best thing is for Peter to stop being Spider-Man. The more the seizures happen, the more protective Tony becomes. All Peter wants is to have his life back." Or: May asks Tony to take joint custody of Peter to help with the Spider-Man thing and this new stress seizure issue. Peter learns that sometimes parents do what’s necessary even if it’s not a popular choice with their kids.

Questions of Science, Science and Progress (Do Not Speak As Loud As My Heart) by l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r

Summary: “I had to find you, tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart." Or: Peter stays with Tony for a few weeks, and the pair get into all kinds of shenanigans. And maybe, just maybe, those few weeks will usher in something more.

These Days I’ll Sit On Cornerstones by Finny3120

Summary: “Tony was ill-prepared to find that the vigilante he'd recruited was a 14-year-old boy. He was even less prepared for Peter Parker to be mute. But Peter hasn't spoken since his uncle died. And the more Tony works with the teen, the less it matters to him. He hears Peter just fine.”

You’re Stuck With Me by for_the_night

Summary: “I’m adopting you. I don’t care what you have to say.’ Peter gaped. Of all of the entrances he’d expected from Mister Stark after being alone in a hospital room for hours, that wasn’t one of them." Or: Peter gets taken to hospital with a ruptured appendix and Tony comes to a daunting realization of just how little hold he has on the kid outside of Medbay.

Alternate Universe

My Baby, My Baby by SpaceCowboysFromMars

Summary: “Silence falls over them like a warm blanket. Distantly, there’s commotion down on the street as people walk home from clubs. Peter thinks Tony might be his best friend in the whole world. After a long, peaceful moment, Tony says, voice dripping with warmth, ‘Night, kid.’ ‘Goodnight, Mr. Stark." Or: Tony and Peter in the middle of the night, in five alternate universes.

Visiting Hours by Sara (ctrsara)

Summary: “Boss?’ Tony jolted out of his half-asleep state. ‘What’s up, FRI?’ ‘There is a visitor here to see you.’ Tony jumped up. Anyone he knew would usually call or text first, so he was immediately on alert. ‘Who is it, FRI?’ ‘I need you to have an open mind, and know that I do not believe this person is any threat.’ Oh, yeah, that made him feel better. ‘Excuse me? How about you let me decide that, Watson?’ He started walking towards the door, activating his watch gauntlet. ‘Wait, Boss.’ He was annoyed, but he trusted his AI enough to stop and listen. ‘I also need you to know that I have performed biometric scanning, and this person is who they appear to be. However, they insist they’re not from our universe, and that is the part I don’t understand." — In a universe where he never invented time travel, and never brought anyone back, Tony Stark gets a late-night visitor he never could have expected. Prompt taken from @idk-bruh-20 Irondad fic idea #97 on Tumblr. Idea from @derpmallow.

What The Heart Knows by AdVitamAeternam

Summary: “When Peter wakes up, his head is being assaulted by a sledgehammer. He has no idea where he is. He has no idea what happened to him. He has no idea who he is, other than ‘Peter.’ But then, he looks over at the man who is scrutinizing him with worried eyes, and he knows who the man is. That's his dad." Or: The one where Peter gets hit over the head really, really hard and has temporary amnesia, and makes a very reasonable assumption based on the data presented to him.

Angst

A Far Green Country by madasthesea

Summary: “He just wanted Peter to be happy. More than anything in the world, he wanted Peter to be happy. Oh, Tony thought as that realization sunk down into the pit of his stomach and took root. I love him.”

A River To Skate Away On by frostysunflowers

Summary: “Peter has survived a spider bite, a building falling on him, turning to dust and being a teenager. He can handle anything. Except being forgotten.”

Agape by canon irondad (tomlinsoul)

Summary: “It's Tony's first date night with Pepper since the Snap, and Peter can't wait to spend some quality time with his little sister. Too bad a pair of hapless intruders, head trauma, and a panicked helicopter ride throw a spanner in the works." Whumptober 2022 Day 8: Head Trauma + Day 7: Seizures + Day 19: Repeatedly Passing Out + BTHB: Big Brother Instinct

Broken Heart Syndrome by iron_spider

Summary: “Tony is clearly really upset, the kind of upset that Peter’s only seen the likes of a couple of times, and it’s too close after everything happening to really talk about it. He can definitely see that now. ‘I’m sorry,’ Peter says. ‘I’m sorry, I should have answered—’ ‘Yeah, you should have answered!’ Tony yells. His bottom lip is trembling and he shakes his head, his eyes wild. He runs his hand over his forehead. ‘Okay, okay, I’ll know for next time,’ Peter says. He doesn’t know what’s gonna make this better. Probably nothing. ‘There better not be a next time,’ Tony says, dropping his hand from his face. ‘God, like this? Pete, no one knew where he was but you, and you—you kept it that way so nobody knew what the hell was happening, and you—you weren’t answering, kid, and that asshole sent me all that shit plucked directly from my nightmares, and I was trying to be strong for May because she was worried, too, and you—and you, I—I thought I wasn’t gonna ever—I thought—Jesus, Peter, you don’t think, you don’t—’ Tony bends over, clutching at his arm and breathing hard through his mouth.”

Dead In There, You’re Dead In There by iron_spider

Summary: “Peter, you’ve been acting insane for the past however many days and it’s giving me an ulcer, what’s going on, what did I do? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.’ Peter is still stalking around, and Friday is listing off his injuries, from a concussion to broken ribs to a sprained ankle, and Tony feels sick looking at it all. ‘You’ll fix it,’ Peter says, glancing over at him with pure disdain, the look bookended by matching explosions somewhere behind them. ‘Yeah it’s something you can’t fix, if it happens, nope, can’t fix it, it would just—but you’re just saying—’ Tony starts forward towards him. ‘Pete, explain to me what’s happening, please.’ ‘The protocol, the protocol,’ Peter insists, waving his hands through the air. Tony shakes his head. ‘The protocol?’ ‘The Avalon Protocol, Tony,’ Peter spits out, with venom.”

Dead-Eyed by iron_spider

Summary: “Hey,’ Tony says, fast, into the phone. ‘Everything alr—’ ‘Hey, no, I don’t know where he is,’ MJ says, in a rush of breath. ‘I don’t know where he is, Tony, and I know I have access to that tracking thing, but it feels weird for me to do that, and it doesn’t feel weird for you to do that, so you should do that. And find him and tell me what’s going on.’ ‘Okay, calm down,’ Tony says, getting up and stepping back from his workstation. ‘You know you can’t tell me to calm down, because I’m calm, and I’m always calmer than you because you’re like, inherently, not calm. At all, about anything, but especially about your family—’ ‘Okay, this is not calm,’ Tony says, starting to pace, even though he’s not calm either, she’s right. She sighs loudly in his ear. ‘When was the last time you saw him?”

Earthly Dust From Off Thee Shaken by ExpectoPatronum

Summary: “It had started with leaving his bedroom light on at night before he went to sleep. For a while, that had been enough. But then it wasn't.”

“Forever” by WithACherryOnTop

Summary: “Peter could feel the darkness creeping up on him again, like it had only moments earlier in the Avengers Compound bullpen. ‘‘ony.’ ‘Just go to sleep, bud.’ Tony gently scratched his nails at the nape of Peter’s neck. Peter collapsed bonelessly in Tony’s arms, all evidence of the tears, crying, and sobs hidden except for a stained shirt and the boy’s even, congested breaths. Tony wiped a hand over his face, a bit flustered. ‘Wow. That went way worse than I expected." Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel and/or Sony. I do not give permission for this work to be copied and/or posted to any other sites.

Gonna Pick Up The Pieces by orphan_account

Summary: “I don’t want to talk to you,’ Peter says. He’s been hiding for the better part of an hour, sitting in the cabin’s laundry room, wedged between the washer and the dryer. Something about the sounds coming off of them calms him, weirdly. The swish of water, the rumble of the motors, cotton rubbing cotton, the button on a pair of jeans dinging the side of the barrel. ‘That’s bullshit,’ Tony says. ‘You always want to talk to me.’ As true as that usually is, this time it rings discordant and tense. Peter clenches his jaw. ‘Not really,’ he says. ‘You just sorta assume that.’ ‘Of course I do. I make for lovely conversation.’ ‘Eh.”

Head’s On The Fritz by augustheart

Summary: "Hello?’ ‘Tony?’ ‘The one and only. What’s up, kiddo?’ The answer rises up in Peter's throat. Stops at the back of his tongue and wobbles there, heavy and leaden. He wants to spit it out, to cough it into the unbearable silence, to not be loud—but, to be steady. ‘I—’ he says. He trembles. ‘Can you—come over? Please?" Or: Tony makes things better

Hold Me Together by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Peter still doesn’t feel quite solid. Sometimes Tony can’t believe he’s really there either. They cope.”

I Have You by sweetspiderstew

Summary: “Tony has Peter all to himself, and there's nothing else like some good quality time in the workshop, but little mishaps happen, and there's a lot of hugging.”

I’ll Be Right Here by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Peter has a nightmare, and Tony goes to be sure he’s okay. It’s not the first one of its kind.”

It Came At Night by Marvelous_Writer

Summary: “What’s supposed to be a normal weekend visit to the Compound turns into one of disaster when unexpected visitors show up." (Set after Spider-Man: Homecoming) Whumptober Day Five: Gunpoint

It’s Time to Leave (and Turn to Dust) by hopeless_hope

Summary: "We’re going to help you, I promise, but you’ve got to trust me. Do you trust me?’ Peter looks at his mentor, fear written across his face. He raises a shaking hand back to Tony’s chest, and Tony places his hand over the kid’s. Peter closes his eyes and feels the hard surface of the arc reactor against his palm. Peter doesn’t like soft things, but this isn’t soft. It’s solid and steady and strong and feels like a truth he can believe in. It feels like presence. ‘Yeah, I trust you." (In which Peter has trouble coping with the events of Infinity War, but a certain Tony Stark is there to help.)

Meltdown by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Summary: “You said two-thirty,’ Peter said, acting as if he hadn’t heard Tony. ‘I forgot that you changed it to two thirty and not three.’ Tony took a step towards Peter. ‘Hey, Pete. It’s fine. You’re not that late kiddo. Hell, I’ve been to board meetings hours late.’ The joke didn’t land, and Peter’s eyes started to well with tears. He took in a hiccupping breath. ‘Oh god. I forgot. I forgot." Or: Peter isn't coping after Titan and has been doing everything to keep busy and not think about it. Everything comes to head when he forgets that a time was changed in his busy schedule leading to a meltdown.

Mine, And Yours by crowkag

Summary: “Is it Peter?’ He was met with loaded silence. The anxiety spark became an anxiety plunge and twist. ‘Happy. Is it Peter?’ ‘It’s… well. Who else would it be, right?’ ‘Hogan.’ He hated this. The spark, the plunge, the twist. The tension creeping from his shoulder blades, clawing down arms both flesh and metal, somehow, someway, and bunching up inside his palms. The hysteria of it all. ‘It’s—alright, I won’t sugarcoat it. The kid’s alive, but he got shot, Tony. Twice." Or: Tony reunites with Peter in a less-than-ideal manner.

Relax, Just Breathe by hailfire_73

Summary: “Tony,’ said Peter, lifting his head from the glass, his stubbornness spent. ‘I don’t feel so—’ ‘Do not,’ said Tony, through gritted teeth, and meeting Peter’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He had just one hand on the steering wheel as he drove them into the night. ‘Finish that sentence.’ Morgan leaned over, hung out of her booster seat, and whispered, ‘It gives dad attacks." Or: The Starks go on a road trip that goes wrong when Peter gets food poisoning from questionable carnival food.

Scars Can Heal And Reveal Just Where You Are by parkrstark

Summary: “Jesus Christ, Pete,’ the voice says again, and it's not just a voice. It's a voice that belongs to the shadow. The shadow is light in the dark. It's warm. ‘What are you doing on the floor? You're lucky you're by your bed or else it would have been you breaking my fall.’ Peter blinks at the shadow and can't tell if he's comforted or irritated by the new company. ‘What? No quip about me breaking a hip?’ There's silence. ‘Peter?"

Shots Ring Out by itsluckyyou

Summary: “Peter Parker had training. Training to deal with robbers, petty crime, and possible alien invasions. Nothing could have possibly trained him for this, though." Or: There's a shooter wandering the halls of Midtown School of Science and Technology.

The Pills (They Gotta Go) by searchingforstars

Summary: “Tony. What are these?’ Tony glances up. Sees the packs of pills clenched in Peter’s fist. He’s sure some of them must be dust judging by the force that Peter is holding them with. ‘My pills?’ ‘Why are they sitting at the back of the pantry?’ Peter asks, voice dangerously low." Or: Tony decides taking his medication is optional. Peter strongly disagrees.

We All Have A Hunger by MotherKarizma

Summary: “Morgan,’ he croaked, throat afire, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Hey—hey, it’s okay, I’m just…’ ‘You’re sick.’ She mustered up something like bravery, using it to straighten her back and plaster a very grown-up look on her face. ‘I’ll get Daddy!’ ‘No!’ Morgan jumped, eyes wide. Peter fought to calm his voice. He offered her a smile that couldn’t have been convincing, not even to a five-year-old. ‘No, you don’t have to. I feel better now. You don’t have to tell him.’ Morgan’s lips wobbled. Peter knew what her fake pout looked like well enough to know this wasn’t it. ‘Petey…’ Peter had a lot of reasons to feel guilty. He felt guilty for scaring her. He felt guilty for forgetting to lock his bedroom door, for making scaring her a possibility. He kind of, in a way, felt guilty for doing it in the first place, though not nearly enough to stop. But more than anything, he felt guilty for this: ‘Morgan, promise me you won’t tell him. He…he won’t let us swim anymore if you do. And I’m not sick, my tummy just hurt a little bit, but I’m all better now. Promise me you won’t tell him, okay?’ ‘But…’ ‘Morgan. Promise.”

We’re Here by An_Odd_Idea

Summary: “Comfortember prompt 3: Nightmares Peter has nightmares about when Thanos stabbed Tony on Titan”

Who Needs a Happy New Year When You Can Have a Happy Forever? by searchingforstars

Summary: “Peter's already feeling insecure about his place in Stark family holiday traditions, but it turns out it doesn't really matter because New Year’s Eve is significantly less fun when you’re a pair of PTSD-riddled superheroes, anyway." Or: Tony has a panic attack in a Burger King.

Without You (I Was Broken) by parkrstark

Summary: "How did you get shot? You just webbed me up 5 stories from being shot!’ ‘D-Didn’t know it was coming.’ ‘Dammit, Peter! This isn’t the first time your spidey sense hasn’t worked. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt because Rhodey told me I was being insane. Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t always working? You shouldn’t go out into battle like this when your powers are being wonky and—’ ‘You’re here.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re here.’ He takes a deep breath. ‘I don’t...I can’t really feel the danger when you’re around."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49261927 by iron_spider “Don’t start running,” Bucky says, holding his hands up like he’s trying to appear non-threatening, “you know Stark has alarms set up for every time your heart rate goes above normal—” “That’s not true,” Peter says, even though he firmly recalls that time he got frustrated during homework and accidentally shut the facility down. “It’s absolutely true,” Sam says, and he snatches the folder out of Peter’s hands. Peter sighs. “Come on, guys,” he says, trying to snatch it back, and he thinks about trying to web them, because he does have a webshooter on, but that would make this whole thing a lot more dramatic than it needs to be. “It’s not like he’s gonna—have promotions or—fire people or anything—” Words: 3778, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Spider-Man: Far From Home Compliant, Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Precious Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49261927

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And The Finalists Are...

The following are the 2023 Irondad Creator Awards Finalists for the fic-based awards.

THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by EvieNyx but only hope and sorrows end by iron_spider Catch and Keep by Bergen For We Are Bound By Symmetry by kingdomfaraway From My Weakness I Drew Strength by Mendeia Identity Crisis by KitCat992 Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_me_lovely So Many Things to Say by happyaspie The Chasm Between by TheSleepingOwl The Long Game by Niniblack THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED A different kind of heat by KatinaMoon Buried Deep by inkinmyheartandonthepage Dead in There, You're Dead in There by iron_spider From Strangers to Siblings by for_the_night How to Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times in Three Days by Bergen Pain Relief by Sara (Ctrsara) Pickle Starburst by Bergen The Little Things by crowkag You Game? Cake Time? by iron_spider You Talk of the Pain like it's All Alright by SpaceCowboysFromMars THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES A Misunderstanding by woamx Ashes by Winterturtle Drowning In The Whispers by Winterturtle Every Spider has its Day (Prompt 5: Every Whumpee's Needs) by itsapugthing Koala Care by happaspie Peter Stark by ilove_klance Should I Go Into the Light? by happyaspie The Guest Room by Niniblack This Feels Right, So Stay A Sec by ErrorinLoading Tony Stark Doesn't Do Naps by lillylemonbee THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP A Peter Parker Problem by spagbol99 All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen Can't Part the Sea, Can't Reach the Shore by forensicleaf For We Are Bound By Symmetry by kingdomfaraway Hold Me Close, If You Dare by Peters12&3bros Oh Sweet Child, The Things I'd Do For You by TonyStarkissist Only Suckers Wear Scarves by Bergen Savoir-vivre, or Whatever You Call It by Bergen The Chasm Between by The SleepingOwl The Ghost at the Back of Your Closet by Niniblack Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART A Little Late On the Blood Work by Pixiemage One Single Thread of Gold by TonyStarkTrash Picture Day by iron_spider Savoir-vivre, or Whatever You Call It by Bergen The Long Game by Niniblack The Simple Life by Niniback The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle Uncle Obie May Have Lied (and Other Lessons to be Learned) by theskeptileptic We'll Make Butterflies by iron_spider You're My (Spider) Baby by for_the_night THE ONE WHERE WORLDS COLLIDE Emergency Contacts by Sara (ctrsara) it's a secret to everybody by snapdragon_in_the_snow Put it on Speaker by OnlyForward Quaranteens by Blueh Setting Things Straight by Sara (ctrsara) Sick Day Shouldas by Sara (ctrsara) The Person on the Other End of the Line by imgoingtocrash Ultimate School Pick up by coconutknightshade Undercover Chaperone by happyaspie What Makes a Hero by patrochillies_trash THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES At the Bottom by living_is_easy_with_eyes_closed Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by EvieNyx but only hope and sorrows end by iron_spider Couch Cuddles by happaspie Four times Peter Cheated Death and One Time He Didn’t by iron_spider Grief Has No Timeline by Sara (ctrsara) He’s Just a Kid by for_the_night My Teen Angst Bullshit Has a Body Count by imgoingtocrash Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_me_lovely The Long Game by Niniblack Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by EvieNyx Distracted by a Dime by happyaspie Gaslighting for Breakfast by Anonymous Hold Me Close, If You Dare by i'd_rather_be_reading_3 I Am Not Known (If I'm Not Seen or Heard) by Madje_Knotts Iron Dad: Coming Home by JAWorley No Ulterior Motive by ob_liv_ious_writer So this is Christmas… by Cheerios_me_lovely The Morning Will Come (and the dream stealing your sleep will end) by Winterturtle Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt THE SECOND CHANCE AT HOME Home by patrochilles_trash Home is Wherever I'm With You by Maicaly I Promise by MARVELously3000 My Friends Are Ghosts by firecracker121 Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_ me_lovely Peter's Hitchhiking Guide To The Time Heist by Randomsketchez So Many Things to Say by happyaspie The Seventh Escape by Bergen To Melt An Iron Heart by retro_memo Unexpected Brother at Daycare by Yeeter_Parker THE FIXER-UPPER (Meet Me In) The Afterglow by pro_fangirl Blue Memento by Bergen Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by EvieNyx Count my Heartbeats by KatinaMoon Hold On To All My Son by for_the_night How to Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times in Three Days by Bergen Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget by peacockgirl One in a Million by inkonmyheartandonthepage The Other Side by memoriaeterna Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt Whatever it Takes, Spiderling by lethewren THE MAGIC NUMBERS 5 Times Peter Accidentally Stuck to Something by call_me_coley 5 Times Peter Leaves Before The Ambulance Arrives (And 1 Time He Can't) by lillylemonbee 5 Times Peter Scared the Crap Out of Tony + 1 Time He Scared Everyone Else by Sara (ctrsara) 5 Times Peter’s Metabolism Screwed Him Over by for_the_night 5 Times Someone Loved the Paparazzi more than Tony + 1 time someone didn't by KatinaMoon 5 times Tony joked about Peter being part spider by KatinaMoon 5 Times Tony Reminded Peter He Was Human by KatinaMoon Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfarway Mishaps at Midtown by OnlyForward So this is Christmas… by Cheerios_me_lovely With Great Power by polariod15 THE RIPPING OFF THE MASK ONE All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen Intern Override by Sara (ctrsara) Lost and Found by Pogokitten Peter Is Worthy (and so done) by Anonymous Rhodes Well Traveled by Grumperella So Many Things to Say by happyaspie The Kid Behind The Mask by inkinmyheartandonthepage The Same Soul by KatinaMoon Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt You Better Let Somebody Love You (Before It’s Too Late) by ambivalentangst THE NAME YOUR RANSOM ONE but only hope and sorrows end by iron_spider Count my Heartbeats by KatinaMoon Did We Come Close To Having It All by for_the_night Extraction by Niniblack man in a can by jinxquickfoot Order Fulfillment by Sara (ctrsara) Return to me, the one I love so endlessly by SuperHeroTiger The Same Soul by KatinaMoon Very normal totally regular human intern by Winterturtle Worst Summer Vacation by mystercyclone THE SOMETIMES-HAPPY FAMILY ONE Are we out of the woods yet? by bluesweatshirt Happy Endings are Complicated by MazeEternal Happy Hibernation Day by for_the_night i know that there’s a place for us by Madelinedear Ice Ice, Baby by OllieCollie Magic Makers by Sara (ctrsara) One in a Million by inkinmyheartandonthepage Post-Surgery Sleepover by Sara (ctrsara) The Best Thanksgiving Ever by Niniblack Try, Try Again by mak5258 THE ONE THAT MADE YOU LOL Am I A Dying Man? by Odd_l Better Than I Was by Sara (ctrsara) Buttering Me Up by iron_spider Far Out by Bergen Hey Grandpa by iron_spider Instant Kill Mode by itsnt_it_pretty_to_think_so Papa-paparazzi by Niniblack The Grey Area by Lansfics7 Tony Stark, Doctor (Prompt 21: Famous Last Words) by ItsaPugThing Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Winterturtle THE WILD CARD STORY A Place to Call Home by for_the_night Can't Part the Sea, Can't Reach the Shore by forensicleaf Catch and Keep by Bergen How to Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times in Three Days by Bergen Men of Iron by spdrmain Mother May I by battybatzgirl Secret Identity? You Mean a Private Twitter Account? by villain_klaus Sirens in My Mind by OllieCollie The Cycle of Shame by Cheerios_me_lovely Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt Under The Advent Of Stars by GigiDoyle Whatever it Takes by RonnielByrne THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD A Pirate's Life For Us by Lbigreyhound13 Dear Fellow Traveler by SuperHeroTiger Do I Deserve This? by Peters12&3bros Golden Threads by Winterturtle Home is Where the Heart Is by SuperHeroTiger If These Wings Could Fly by For_The_Night So Many Things to Say by happyaspie Prince of the Forest by Tess_Moon The Silver Prince by Marialf2001 The Truth Is (Everyone Is Confused By Quantum Physics) by EvieFuller THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY Dear Fellow Traveler by SuperHeroTiger Fostering Hope by happyaspie From the Same Star Series by Sara (ctrsara) Heir Peter fics by OnlyForward Peter is a Precious Chickpea by Bergen Strands in the Rope by Sara (ctrsara) The Meaning of Inevitable by Mendeia The One Where Bucky Kidnapped Peter Stark as a Toddler by Niniblack These Words Written on my Wrist by KatinaMoon Wake up and smell the coffee by Bergen THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE 5 times Tony Dealt With a Loopy Peter by for_the_night Do You Remember Forgetting? by Silverstar1 From My Weakness I Drew Strength by Mendeia I Know How Much You Love Surprises by opal_earrings Not Your Peter Parker by Peters12&3bros Only Suckers Wear Scarves by Bergen Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt Tony Stark Finds Himself a Family (That Doesn't Suck) by youcancallmearrow Where There's Smoke by juiceontherocks Worst Summer Vacation by mysterycyclone THE ALL-TIME FAVORITE He Looks on Tempest by iron_spider Heir Peter fics by OnlyForward Identity Theft by KitCat992 More Peril in Thine Eye by iron_spider Prince of the Forest by Tess_Moon Roo-niverse (IronDad AU) by juiceontherocks Sins of the Fathers by geekymoviemom The Chasm Between by TheSleepingOwl The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle Turn Back the Clock (and I'll try again in the morning) by madasthesea Visiting Hours by Sara (ctrsara) Who Says You Can't Go Home by peacockgirl THE 2021/2022 FAVORITE A different kind of heat by KatinaMoon but only hope and sorrows end by iron_spider Grief Has No Timeline by Sara (ctrsara) Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget by peacockgirl Men of Iron by spdrman One of Those Weeks by juiceontherocks Peter Parker's home for wayward people and animals by Bergen Prince of the Forest by Tess_Moon Survivor's Guide to the Galaxy by fanfic1892 The Long Game by Niniblack These Webs We Weave by SpaceCowboysFromMars Through the Multiverse and what Peter Found There by unctrlablyalt

#Irondad Creator Awards #Irondad Creator Awards 2023 #Iron Man #irondad #Irondad and Spiderson #spider-man #fanfic #fandom awards

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Today marks 4 years since I clicked on an ao3 tag by accident and ended up discovering Irondad and Spideyson fanfics. I didn´t even know Marvel at that point. I think I´d only seen like…30 minutes of Ant Man? After that one fic though, I watched every movie that came out, and my list of favourite Irondad fanworks just kept getting bigger.

This fandom has brought me so much joy. I don´t think I´ve ever hung on to one this much. Nowadays I´ll go for a few months having read no new fics, and then I´ll read an old one I treasure and still laugh like a maniac, or hold back tears even though I know there´s no major character death (screw canon, Tony´s alive and loves his son to bits), or crush my phone to my chest in excitement and smile so so big when Tony and Peter get a happy ending, get to be the family they are. Beloved sarcastic father figure Tony and heart of gold Peter, they´ve become very dear to me, my favourite Marvel characters. I have all authors whose works I´ve enjoyed to thank for that. For filling my head with stories again and again, and making me feel and love the worlds you´ve changed into your own.

iron_spider, @losingmymindtonight , @the-reverse-mermaid , and so many authors who´ve filled my days with joy. Thank you. This little doodle´s for you :)

#irondad and spiderson #mcu #freckledmountain art #I meant to post something like this last year but didn´t have time #and this year I was like welp Idk if I´m gonna be here next year so 2023 it is!#I love the Irondad fandom so much #seemed only right to write a thank you :)#iron man #peter parker

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5+1 Things: Irondad Edition Masterlist

5 Times Anxiety Gets the Best of Peter and 1 Time He Doesn’t Let It (ao3) - hopeless_hope T, 6k

Summary: Anxiety doesn’t care that he’s Spider-Man. It still eats away at Peter Parker. Luckily, he’s got a Tony Stark on his side.

5 Times Everyone Thought Spider-Man was Iron Man's Favorite Superhero (ao3) - madasthesea G, 3k

Summary: And one time he actually admitted it.

AKA: Tony and Peter's relationship is so adorable, it keeps making the news.

5 times it wasn't a hug and the 1 time it was (ao3) - parkrstark T, 31k

Summary: 5 times it wasn't a hug and the one time it was.

Or...

The one where Tony has a habit of not-really-but-kinda-sorta hugging Peter and finally gets it right when it matters the most.

5 Times Peter Acted Like A Teenager And The 1 Time He Had To Be An Adult (ao3) - losingmymindtonight G, 8k

Summary: When Tony finds out that May had always wanted to do volunteer work, but hadn’t been able to because of her financial constraints, he pushes her takes a three-month stint abroad with the Red Cross during Peter’s summer break. He’ll handle the kid. How hard can it be, right? He’s probably the most precious child on the planet. -- Or, in which Tony forgets that Peter is a teenager and that, sometimes, teenagers suck.

5 times peter clung to tony (ao3) - parkrstark T, 27k

Summary: …and the one time tony clung to him.

5 Times Peter Didn't Say He Was Struggling…And The One Time He Did (ao3) - Bladam_Shevine T, 16k

Summary: Peter had a knack for keeping things to himself, causing an unnecessary amount of stress for a graying Tony Stark.

5 Times Peter Fell, and Tony caught him. And the 1 Time Tony didn’t. (ao3) - G, 35k

Summary: Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every single time. Until the day he can’t.

5 times Peter fell asleep on Tony (ao3) - emavee G, 17k

Summary: …and 1 time he didn’t

5 times Peter is stuck with Tony (ao3) - iron_spider T, 29k

Summary: (...and one time he’s stuck alone.)

“I wonder if Pepper’s reported me missing yet,” Tony says, with an exaggerated sigh. “I wonder if this is some kind of scheme to kidnap me or something.”

“I think the ride’s just broken,” Peter says.

“Today of all goddamn days,” Tony says, exasperation clear in his voice and in his eyes. “Ruining our trip—”

“It’s not ruined,” Peter says. “Look, we’re hanging out."

“Real quality time,” Tony huffs. “Us, a few other trapped members of the general public, and a handful of animatronic pirates. Drunk pirates. Repeating themselves.”

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud (ao3) - grilledcheesing T, 16k

Summary: ... and one time he did not.

Post Spider-Man: Homecoming — Tony is just trying his damn hardest to keep this reckless kid from Queens safe, but it's hard when Peter is, occasionally, ridiculous as all hell.

Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep (ao3) - blondsak G, 16k

Summary: ...and the one time he actually was.

Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

5 Times Peter Pretended To Be Tougher Than He Was (ao3) - grilledcheesing T, 26k

Summary: ... and one time he couldn't.

Or, Peter really, really wants to seem like he's got his Shit On Lock, and tells enough white lies to drive Tony up a damn wall.

5 Times Tony Didn’t Need To Worry About Peter (ao3) - grilledcheesing T, 13k

Summary: … and one time he certainly did.

SPOILERS for Spiderman: Homecoming.

5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid (ao3) - parkrstark T, 12k

Summary: …and the 1 time he didn’t.

Or the one where it was hard for Tony to remember that the kid fighting next to him was still just a kid.

Five times Peter Accidentally Called Tony Dad, and The One Time Tony Called Him Son. (ao3) - RikkiBarnes T, 14k

Summary: Five times Peter accidentally called Tony "Dad", and the one time Tony called him "son."

Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep (ao3) - blondsak G, 16k

Summary: ...and the one time he actually was.

Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

Five Times Peter Said “Sorry” to Tony Stark (ao3) - AgentNerd T, 16k

Summary: …and the one time he didn’t have to.

peter parker fainting like a victorian madame for ten minutes straight (ao3) - floweryfran, peterstank T,

Summary: “Wait, you’re not concussed or something, are you?”

“Nope,” says Peter.

May squints. “Get injected with weird substances?” Pauses. “Drink? Smoke weed?”

“May!”

“I won’t be mad! Just be honest!”

“I didn’t take drugs, oy gevalt.”

or: 5 times peter parker passes out in front of various friends and family members + the 1 time he passes out in front of tony (and tony flips his shit)

this was not in the job description (ao3) - hopeless_hope T, 5k

Summary: Sometimes Tony likes to check on Peter through the Baby Monitor Protocol. The results are usually amusing. (5 times Tony watches Peter through the Baby Monitor Protocol and 1 time he intervenes.)

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #irondad masterlist #masterlists #5times

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spicler-man · 2 years

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endgame fix-its

masterlist here

the first birthday after by iron_spider

(Endgame spoilers. But The Thing doesn't happen.)

The rain falls harder and Tony turns, his neck creaking and cracking, and he sees Peter asleep over by the window. He’s holding a small, flat box, and he’s slowly slipping to the right side of the easy chair he’s in.

Tony thinks about letting him sleep, but he finds himself speaking anyway. “Pete,” he says, his voice rough and raspy.

Peter immediately startles awake. “Happy Birthday,” he says, almost like he’d fallen asleep practicing it, planning to say it as soon as he woke up. He blinks at Tony, shivering a little bit, and then he smiles. “Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.”

Tony snorts, smiling back. “Thanks, bud,” he says.

The Reinvention of Tony Stark by losingmymindtonight

"There are a lot of things you worry about when meeting Iron Man, and there are even more things you worry about when meeting Tony Stark." -- From playboy to the pinnacle of heroism: Tony Stark's life has been anything but quiet. In his first face-to-face interview since wielding the Infinity Stones, Iron Man lets the public in on a glimpse of his life as a retired superhero and stay-at-home dad.

A gift from the heart by for_the_night

Peter thinks he’s going to be spending Christmas alone after May gets called in to work. Luckily for him, Tony is more than happy to take his Spider-ling to the lake house for a proper family Christmas.

Presents are exchanged, tears are shed, and beautiful memories are made.

What Was Missing Was You by happyaspie

While working with Tony in the garage at the Stark's cabin Peter sees a tattoo peeking out from under his mentor's sleeve. He's seen it before, back when the man was recovering in Wakanda but he'd forgotten about it until that moment. When he decides to ask about it, he finds out that there is more to the design than he'd thought, leading to some confusing feelings and a late-night conversation.

Tony talks to Peter about the five years that he was gone and does his best to help Peter understand how much he was missed and how much he is loved.

Find Me, (I Always Do) by plqto

Hearing Mr. Stark’s final breaths shutter and hitch, hearing his heart stutter and give out didn’t feel like winning. So Peter did the only thing his mind would let him do and ran.

So when Tony Stark woke up four weeks later, eager to embrace the kid that he risked the Universe for, only to hear he was missing, he thought he really did feel his heart stutter.

( A 'Peter runs away and Tony Stark finds him and picks up the pieces' fic )

The sun shines brighter when you are here by frostysunflowers

One room. Two moments.

Tony, before and after Peter comes home.

still spinning by Areiton

He’s been here for a little over twelve hours, been back for months and he still has no idea where he belongs.

To make a house a home by Bumblie_Bee

“It’s just brushing paint onto walls,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “What could possibly go wrong?”

The paint tin must have a sense of humour because there’s no way it takes that moment to release its sticky, suctioned grip on the lid by coincidence. The force of the screwdriver under Tony’s bodyweight launches it into the air where spins twice, bounces off the lid of Peter’s laptop, and then settles just millimetres shy of the edge of the dust sheet.

Peter frowns at it, then glances up at Tony. “Do you want to make a list?”

Previously called Decorating and other fun father/son bonding activities

To Be Certain (We’ll be Tall Again) by miraculousghostspider

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

Tony Stark wakes up after he’s been dead for a year. This would be sunshine and rainbows if it weren’t for the fact that no one remembers his kid.

aka: Tony brings Peter home

#tony stark #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark fics #irondad and spiderson #iron man #irondad fics #irondad #spider-man #spider-man fics #spiderson fics #spiderson #endgame fix it

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surprisequeersubplot · 1 year

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Look, I came a little late to the Irondad game, but I saved up the Christmas themed fics by my faves to read during the holidays and these were the ones which brought me joy and Christmas cheer. Indulge me while I gush as lil. Highly recommend a read or a reread! :) 🎄

I'm not ashamed to say that I wholeheartedly love everything Bergen writes, and this one is such a treat. It's a lovely little foray into Peter's headspace post-blip, set to the backdrop of a Christmas with brand new family dynamics, teenaged struggles, and Spider-Man related stresses. The beginning is on the emotional side, as the poor kid adjusts his big ol' guilt complex to a world riddled with repopulation struggles. Don't worry tho, there is much well-earned fluff to be had once Tony gets to the bottom of the mystery of what's been going on with our favorite spider-young-adult!

This is an oldie-but-a-goodie. I'm always so blown away by how well grilledcheesing mastered Tony and Peter's dynamic so early on in the canon, and this is another fantastic story between the two. Get ready to tuck in and get comfy with twelve chapters of Christmas spirit. This fic starts off with plenty of fluff and some character exploration, which balances well with a more serious plot line near the end and an overall air of impending Thanos throughout. It's such a cozy read. With an all-star cast of Avengers, you won't want to miss.

This one is short and sweet, with plenty of fluff. The biggest obstacle being a string of tangled up lights and a pseudo father and son learning to express how fond they are of each other. Don't get me started on how much I love and appreciate iron_spider, we'll be here all night!

#irondad fic recs #fic rec #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #christmas fic #my faves #let me gush about my favorite ao3 fic authors plz and thnx

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Christmas, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Precious Peter Parker, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Spider-Man: Far From Home Compliant, Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) Summary:

He’s about to confront May with a very strongly-worded why when Peter’s voice pipes up in his ear.

“Okay I’m going around the northwest side now,” he says. “This is kind of hard. Just a little bit hard, only kind of.”

Tony narrows his eyes at May and turns back towards the window, the city glittering out in front of him. “Well, you volunteered, do you need me to come out and help you?”

“All you do is fly–”

Tony nearly chokes. “All you do is fly—I can help you,” Tony says, tapping his free hand on the window. “I can hold strings, I can help you stick ‘em where you wanna stick ‘em—”

#they bring me joy #i can never get enough of them #peter parker #tony stark #i was just missing Tony and Peter a whole bunch

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screechingpatrolprincess · 1 year

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#avengers #iron man #spider man #tony stark & peter parker #bio dad #au

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ironspiderfics · 10 months

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tick tock

by @iron--spider for @savvysass

And Peter stares at him, watching the panic seep into his shoulders.

“Why did you come to me first?” Ned stammers. “Me, I mean, I can’t do anything—I mean, I can say it sucks, and that doesn’t help—”

Peter leans back against Ned’s pillows, clearing his throat. He’s going for nonchalance. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.

But sometimes there’s something that’s nagging at him and he knows logically it’s nagging at him because it’s important, but he downplays that nag because he thinks he’s being paranoid or he thinks he can handle it. Maybe it’s both of those things at the same time.

But he mentioned his problem anyway, because of course he did, and Ned has been standing frozen in front of him since, like he got struck by lightning.

“It’s fine,” Peter says, his voice going a little high, but not enough to give him away. He clears his throat again. Nonchalance. “Do you have any of the tamales still?”

Ned’s brows furrow, like he’s primed and ready for an argument. “You are the only—the only person in the known universe who climbs through my bedroom window and tells me he’s been poisoned and then says it’s fine and asks for tamales.”

“You know I like them so much,” Peter says, shrugging at him. “That’s why we got so many, and I already ate the ones I had stashed—”

“Peter!” Ned yells, drawing out the word like a wiggling worm. “Poisoned?”

“It’s fine,” Peter shrugs again, and he swallows hard, and he mostly believes that. His head hurts, but that’s normal after a fight. Rattling his brain around.

It’s all normal. It’s fine.

The room isn’t shimmering at the corners. No way.

“Peter.”

He keys back in. “That guy…is a weirdo,” Peter laughs, and Ned takes two steps closer to him, still poised, eyes still wide under a stern, furrowed brow.

He analyzes him, like he’s looking for something Peter’s hiding. “All of the dudes you fight are?” he says. Asks. It’s a statement phrased like a question. “Which one was it? You could be referring to any of them?”

“The guy who thinks he’s a snake,” Peter says. He winces. “No. A scorpion.”

“Worse,” Ned says. “And what exactly did he say? Did you know you’re bleeding?” He’s getting worked up, and his cheek spasms a little bit. “You’re trying to be too casual I don’t trust you right now you’re doing that thing where you’re under—you’re under—I’m gonna tell Tony I’m gonna tell May and MJ—”

“Ned!” Peter yells, scrambling off the bed and reaching him before he grabs his phone from the desk. He holds onto his arms, and Ned is still looking at him like he’s grown another head. “It’s fine. I swear. I was just…telling you…the events, I was close to your house and I thought I’d tell you the events of my, uh, night, my patrol—how was your night, did you get to that episode of Survivor where—”

“What exactly did this guy say to you?” Ned asks, slowly. “Like, in words. His words.”

Peter swallows hard. “Well, uh, we were fighting, and he—he ‘poisoned’ me, right?” He uses air quotes.

Ned glares at him.

“And he said we were gonna play a game—”

“Bad—”

“And he said, uh, if I couldn’t find the antidote in three days that I’d, uh. Die.”

Die. DIE. It lands like an anvil.

Ned gives him a piercing look.

“That’s everything he said? Those were the words—that’s it? No clues no map no—three days—three days is nothing—that’s not—that’s not even four days—when does it start does it start at like midnight or the second you—”

Peter clears his throat again. He needs to refocus.

He feels like the walls are moving—no. Not happening. He’s fine.

He shakes his head. He wishes he hadn’t mentioned it at all, but here he is. “Ned, that—I mean, this is normal.”

Ned scoffs. “Norm—”

“This is just something that happens. Spider-Man gig. He’s—this is part of the rapport.”

“Rappo—Peter what if you start dying? What if you can’t find him? What if you find him and he won’t give you the antidote? What then? What if there is no antidote? There isn’t enough time—”

“There’s probably not even a poison,” Peter says, shrugging again. Brushing it off. Being normal. Managing the situation.

Ned pauses for a second. Then his eyes bulge. “Probably?”

Peter gets this shit all the time. Every day, it’s some guy in a weirdo costume telling him they’re gonna kill him or he’s gonna drown tomorrow at noon or they’re gonna take his powers away or they’re gonna launch him into the sun, and none of those things have ever happened. And this guy, this Scorpion has threatened to poison him dozens of times—it’s his deal, it’s his thing, since he showed up a few months after the world ended, and he’s never good at it. He said he was gonna poison Harlem’s water supply and that didn’t happen, despite days of monitoring. He said he’d poisoned the mayor’s family and that they’d die in five days and they’re currently vacationing in Kokomo. He’s even said he’d poisoned Peter before and that his skin was gonna fall off and that never happened.

Tony has always told him to take threats seriously from everyone that threatens him, even if they sound stupid. But when it winds up being a lie or a fluke, over and over—

The only thing that’s worrying him is that this guy did get him with his stupid stinger this time.

He had a better costume, one that didn’t look like it came from the November discount at Spirit Halloween. And it was a knockdown dragout fight, because he was threatening to poison this bank manager to steal his codes, blah blah, bad guy shit, but then he got Peter in the shoulder with his stinger and he seemed surprised that he got him and that’s when he said what he said and he did what he does best: disappear. Peter can usually find these guys, and he actually got a few of them and their gangs locked up. But this asshole falls off the grid really easily, and doesn’t leave much behind. Peter doesn’t even know his real name.

And Peter’s shoulder is pulsing. But only a little bit.

So he’s just—he’s not concerned. Maybe slightly. But not really.

He’s just got a headache. He feels fine.

He’s fine.

He manages to convince Ned that he doesn’t need to tell anybody, and they bandage up the things that need bandaging, including the spot where Scorpion got him, which is only a little green and angry, not nearly as bad as Peter was imagining. Ned huffs and puffs at it, but he doesn’t try to restart the argument. And then they share tamales and Peter goes home.

“You okay?” May asks him, when he kisses her cheek before bed.

“Yep,” Peter says, smiling, and nodding at her, because he is.

He feels fine. He texted MJ that he was fine, even though that seemed to make her suspicious, but she’s always suspicious of him even though they’re together now. She’s paranoid.

The ceiling is absolutely not slowly lowering. It’s just the light being weird that’s it nothing more than that—

May gives him a look, similar to the look Ned gave him earlier. “You sure?” she pushes. “Look a little…peaky.”

He shakes his head.

Only a little dizzy.

Three days…

“I’m fine. I just had seven tamales. I’m fine.”

“Boss,” Friday says, pulling Tony out of a dream. “You have an incoming call from Ned Leeds.”

Tony groans, and opens his eyes.

It’s Saturday.

Ten in the morning.

He glances to the side. Pepper is already gone, and he’s gotta check the calendar for the where-to, and he clears his throat and rubs his eyes.

A call from Ned usually means trouble.

He closes his eyes, and grapples for his earpiece on the bedside table, and Friday indicates for his heart rate with a polite little trill. He ignores it, and tries not to jump to conclusions about Peter or the call, and he taps on the earpiece and answers.

“—no, it’s okay. No, I don’t need anymore, Lola, I’m full—”

“Nedjamin?”

“Mr. Stark?” Ned nearly yells. “Is that you?”

“Well, this is my number,” Tony says, rubbing his face. “As you know, or you wouldn’t be calling—”

“Sorry, I—I’m always shocked that you actually answer. Like even your personal lines must have somebody to like screen calls for you—”

“You’re on the list,” Tony says, and he can hear Ned’s little gasp—the same little gasp he always gasps when Tony says that. “What’s the problem, where’s the fire? What’s Pete done now?”

“Listen,” Ned says, and suddenly he’s whispering. “I don’t know when to take him seriously. But last night he showed up here and he was being all nonchalant and shifty about some scorpion bad guy poisoning him and telling him they were playing a game and that he had three days to find the antidote or he’d die.”

Tony’s eyes snap open.

“He was just saying it was fine and he was probably not even poisoned and like he was a little beat up but not more than normal, you know, his normal amount of—either way, he’s not taking it seriously and he’s not telling you and three days is not a lot of time—like, it’s not even four days—”

“Mmkay,” Tony says, sitting up, feeling like someone’s lit a fire under his ass. “Okay. I’m gonna go get him. I’m gonna handle it.” He stands up, knees creaking, and worry is already coursing through his veins.

“He’s gonna be mad at me for telling you but it’s for his own good,” Ned says. “Three days is not a lot of time, like—to handle something like this—even if it’s fake I mean—”

“Even if it’s fake, you did the right thing,” Tony says, grabbing a gray shirt and some sweatpants. “Always better to check it out.” He sucks in a big breath, trying to focus. “Friday. Get me a lead on Peter.”

And it’s never Tony’s favorite, when Peter isn’t where he’s supposed to be.

And Tony can’t exactly say the kid is supposed to be somewhere in particular—it’s the summer time, he’s been dealt a raw hand with all the end of the world bullshit, and he’s a good kid despite Spider-Man —and not that Spider-Man makes him bad, exactly the opposite, but it…sends waves of danger into his life on a daily basis that Tony wishes he could wash away a lot better than he does.

So when Tony can’t find Peter at home, he tries not to—go off the deep end.

It’s probably fine. Peter’s had a lot of close calls that weren’t close calls at all—the type of dickheads he encounters lie a lot, to try and puff themselves up, but Tony worries that’s made the kid complacent. He himself brushes things off far too often, and he’ll wind up kidnapped or thrown in a ditch or lost on an island because he didn’t take something seriously.

Three days

When did that timeclock start

Ned was right to be concerned—

“It’s fine,” he breathes, driving around in New York’s torture tactic they call traffic, “it’s fine—it’s fine—”

He thinks of a ticking clock, thinks of three days and how that’s not a lot of time and how many times Ned repeated that, thinks that this guy could very easily be telling the truth and it could be a slow-acting poison that doesn’t even kill Pete until the last possible second, and it’s not even a week, it’s three days, and it’s less than that now because Peter decided not to call him immediately, decided to terrorize Ned instead, and tick tock, goes the clock, and Tony hasn’t even seen him yet—

“Friday,” Tony says, his voice strung-out with anxiety, “are you—”

“Boss, I was about to cut in,” Friday says, “Spider-Man is three blocks away in an apartment that does not belong to him. He broke in and he is in distress.”

Tony sucks in a breath, his eye twitching. “An apartment—dist—am I going in the right direction—”

“Yes,” Friday says, sounding too goddamn calm, even for an AI, and she trills again, for his heart rate. “I will let you know where to park.”

Tony is incapable of relaxing. It isn’t the time to relax. Nobody’s telling him to but he always feels like people are telling him to, he’s heard it so many times in his life.

The only saving grace in this situation is that the goddamn owner of the apartment isn’t home, and Peter is too savvy to let the alarm go off to alert anybody, and Tony doesn’t know why the hell he’s here why here why now does he know these people did something happen here and of course he doesn’t know why he hasn’t seen him he hasn’t gotten to talk to him yet—

And he can picture it now—SPIDER-MAN CHOOSES A LIFE OF CRIME, MORE AT 11—

“Kid,” Tony breathes, and he tries not to touch anything as he slinks inside the open door like an accomplice to a robbery, “kid—”

“TONY!”

Peter screams his name, booming and loud, louder than he’s ever sounded before. And Tony hears him before he sees him, and he staggers back and shuts the door when he hits it, and he clutches at his chest and Friday trills twice for his heart rate, a little more urgently.

And Peter is standing there in the middle of this plush, eggshell-white Central Park view.

And he doesn’t look good.

He’s pale as a sheet, his eyes bloodshot, and it looks like there’s throw-up on the front of his suit. His hair’s a mess, and his breathing is hard and wheezy.

“Don’t move,” Peter says. “Just stay right there. Stay on—on that spot right there that spot is uncompromised.”

Tony stares at him. “Uncomp—Pete, we gotta go, we can’t—we don’t know this apartment, we weren’t invited here.”

“How do you know?” Peter asks, looking at him incredulously.

“Well, were you?” Tony asks, mouth agape, feeling like the stupidest person in the world.

“This place was pulsing,” Peter says, too fast, all manic. “It was ready for liftoff, okay? That’s why I’m here but now there’s a problem. There’s a problem with the floor and it burned me three times. They say fool you once, uh fool you twice but three times, so… the whole apartment is a problem. The whole thing, I could see it from the outside and it might have fallen so…I had to go up. Here. Up here.”

This isn’t good. This isn’t good. Tony stares at him and he can feel the very very not good hanging all over the room in tendrils. “Kid, you’re not making any sense at all, okay? Can you—can you just…slow down a little bit and—”

“It’s too windy,” Peter says, shaking his head. He looks at him, sort of—looks through him, and then he focuses on him again. “Okay. Break. Team, uh—Tony. We can’t fix it now. We just need to abort, okay, just—spider, uh—spiderweb on out of here—you need to—listen, we can jump off the roof. That might be the right—the right, uh—”

“Okay,” Tony says, more concerned with every new word that leaves his mouth. “Okay, Pete, I’m gonna come over there—”

“No no no don’t move!” Peter yells, his hands outstretched in Tony’s direction.

“What?” Tony shouts, his heart slamming in his ears. “Peter.”

Peter stares down at Tony’s feet. “It’s gonna get you. It’s going to—it’s gonna start eating you like it’s been eating me.”

And Tony knew, when Peter started talking, but in that moment he really knows, like a ding ding ding game show buzzer. It sinks in his gut.

This is the poison’s fault.

And he’s stupid he’s so stupid, and suddenly it’s blindingly real and not at all a false alarm, it’s the ticking time clock in his head that he’d been tamping down on the way over here. It’s ticking, sand is running down, and it’s a race now.

A race to save him.

Too short. Not even a race. A fucking thousand yard hurdle.

Will he really die if they can’t—can Tony figure this out on his own—who the hell does he have to call who should he get—they’ve never been able to track down this scorpion asshole before and why is this gonna be any different—

He’s wasting time—

Focus, for him—

“Pete—”

“It’s like acid like a river of acid it’s everywhere,” Peter says. “You’re gonna. Just. We have to like, leapfrog—maybe I can carry you on my back—”

“Look, it’s gone,” Tony says, gesturing to the ground. “Not there, gone. Just floor.”

Peter narrows his eyes. “No, it’s still there—Tony Tony Tony—”

And he’s freaking out because Tony is walking towards him now, through—whatever LSD trip awfulness he’s imagining, and he’s gasping and gripping his hair and he reaches out and tugs him towards him when he’s close enough.

“Okay, I don’t know how you did that,” Peter says, and his eyes are wild and a little glazed. “Did it get you? It’s green. It got me, it’s some sort of—acid, acid—you’re not even in the suit, you’re—”

“Pete,” Tony says again, getting more desperate—and he holds Peter by the shoulders—

“My legs are burning, this stuff, this is stuff—it’s everywhere—are you okay?” Peter asks, breathing hard. “It—you walked right through it—we’re in trouble, we’re—”

“You’re hallucinating,” Tony says, trying to hold his gaze. “You got poisoned, and you tried to brush it off, and it’s here to kick your ass.” Too harsh, but it’s out already.

He doesn’t mention anything about three days. He doesn’t mention anything about death.

Peter’s eyes cut to the side. “No, it’s, uh—it’s real. The apartment was—and now there’s—green acid, like an entire—like it’s an ocean of green acid in here and probably outside too and it’s consuming—and it’s in here it’s like—when water comes in during a hurricane—not that I’ve ever been in—but May had that one unlucky vacation in Florida—”

“Listen,” Tony says, because he can hear the tick tock in his head. He has to get him to focus. “Listen, do you trust me? Pete, can you—”

Peter stares at him. “I think the green acid ate Ned,” he whispers, tearing up.

Tony heaves a sigh. Tick tock. “Buddy, close your eyes, and hold my hand, okay? Hold my hand, hold onto my shoulder with your other hand, and close your eyes. I have a way out.”

Peter’s eyes only go wider. “You have a way out but I can’t see it?” he whispers.

“That’s right,” Tony says, swallowing hard. “Just…trust me, okay, just—let’s go, we gotta get out of here.”

Peter stares at him for what feels like an age, and tick tock tick tock, and then he grabs Tony’s hand and latches onto his shoulder and closes his eyes.

“Okay,” Tony says, squeezing his hand a couple times as he maneuvers towards the front door. “Okay, we are—skimming over the, uh, the surface—we are walking on water—”

“Acid—”

“Acid, but it’s fine—”

He has Peter keep his eyes closed until they’re out of the building, and his heart is hammering in his ears.

Friday trills. Tony ignores.

Peter isn’t wearing his mask and he’s got the rest of the suit on and there are people around and goddamnit. Tony holds onto him and ushers him into the car and hopes he isn’t drawing too much attention.

Peter sits like he’s frozen solid, and Tony runs red lights.

Tick. Tock.

Peter grits his teeth. He’s antsy. “Are you not concerned about the roof being gone?” he asks, his voice wavering. “Because those things are…they’re all over the car, the things with the antenna and the beady eyes and the little stingers—”

“Peter,” Tony says, swerving around a slow driver in front of him, “I don’t know whether to play into this and pretend but I guess—I’m—kid, you have been poisoned by that dickhead, that scorpion guy. He poisoned you, and he—he put—” a time limit on it and you’re gonna die if I don’t fucking find his ass or synthesize a cure—

And you didn’t tell me you should have told me but I’m not gonna give you shit for it right now while you’re actively dying—

“Who?” Peter nearly yells, and he reaches up and bangs on the roof. “Tony, Tony, it’s phasing in and out now—does that mean—are we gonna quantum leap—like that show—”

“Pete, it’s not,” Tony says, reaching over and grabbing his arm and trying to keep his eye on the road. “None of these things are happening that you think—Peter—”

“I think there’s one on your—far shoulder,” Peter says, holding onto Tony’s arm. “A big one, he looks—he’s got plans, Tony—”

Tony has to pull to a stop at the next red light, and he sighs and holds onto Peter’s arm. “Kid, can you hear me? Can the logical part of your brain break through the fog and hear what I’m saying?” His voice wavers with the worry that’s trying to rise to the surface.

Peter just holds onto his arm and stares at him. His eyes are bulging out of his head and he’s clinging onto Tony’s arm like it’s his last lifetime. There’s sweat gathering on his forehead and in his hair and he looks like he’s getting paler.

Somebody honks behind them and Tony sighs, putting on the gas, still holding onto Peter’s arm.

“Tony,” Peter breathes. “I think one of them just climbed inside your ear.”

Tony puts on an actual timeclock when they get back to the new facility, and he calls Ned to get the right timing on it. Currently, he’s got two days, five hours, and fifty-three minutes.

“What is it?” May asks, over Tony’s shoulder. “Do you know what it is yet?”

Tony shakes his head. He’s still going over Peter’s bloodwork, and Helen is doing the same in her lab. He can see the tests she’s running on the screen, and they’re both cross-referencing with every known poison and every run-in any of them have had with something like this. It isn’t often that Tony gets poisoned, with his suit of choice. He wishes Peter would wear the goddamn iron spider more often.

He wishes he could keep this shit from ever happening in the first place, to any of his team and his friends but to Peter especially, but what is he gonna do? He can’t swing around in a steel box, or in a bubble, like that movie—

Tony rests his elbows on the table and rubs his eyes. He feels that pressure all over him, like he always does when Peter is in danger, but this one is different. He doesn’t think he’s been—on a time clock, with Peter’s death at the end of it.

Peter’s death, last breath, eyes going glassy—

No, no—

It sends chills down the back of Tony’s neck, it makes him feel like he’s gonna throw up—

Tick tock—

It was bad enough the first time and that wasn’t even a proper death—this would be, this could be bloody and gasping and—

“How’s he doing?” Tony asks, spinning his chair around and looking at May. He tries to keep the horrors out of his eyes.

“Um, not great,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “It seems to be just—getting worse. He still thinks there’s water rising in the room and that he’s trapped and he still thinks the ‘acid’ earlier burned up his legs, but you know that—”

“Nothing there,” Tony says, clawing at his own throat a little bit, anxiety choking him.

He cracks his jaw and blows out a breath and glances up into Peter’s room. The kid is still pacing, and he’s in there with MJ and Ned, talking close to their faces, all wild-eyed and gesturing, pulling his IV pole around. He already sweat through his shirt and he’s hardly retaining any fluids. None of the trial antidotes they’ve got lying around have worked. None of the preventative measures have prevented shit. Peter’s been rambling about someone having cloned the Avengers years ago, and how the floor keeps rumbling because there’s going to be an earthquake in the building. He keeps lifting MJ up and putting her on the bed because he thinks there’s a monitor lizard trying to eat her.

And the original wound on his shoulder is full of pus and bruised, black in some spots. They’re trying to treat that too, even though Peter barely recognizes Helen and her team when they come into his room. He always squares up, like he needs to fight them.

“This isn’t a fair game,” May says, with venom, watching Peter. She wipes her eyes and looks at Tony again, like it’s too hard to keep focusing on the problem. “But I guess we can’t expect fairness from people who want to…hurt others.”

“I’m gonna fix it,” Tony croaks, because he’s getting teary-eyed now, too, and he turns around and faces the computer and sets up the new ingredient trials. He’s still got a bunch he needs to test, it’s fine, they’re out there looking for this asshole in teams, it’s fine, he wishes he was out there looking too and that’s not fine, and if Peter was right about the clones Tony would leave his clone here and he’d be out there searching and they’d swap—

“I’m gonna fix it,” he says again, eyes cutting over to the time clock.

It’s not enough time it’s not enough time it’s not it’s—

Peter is—

The world floats and—

Of course it floats, and no, it’s not floating, it’s gravity, stupid, and—

He’s walking down the hallway one minute MINUTE HEY LISTEN YOU’RE and he’s dragging something along with him one minute and HE SAID THREE DAYS STOP LETTING IT TAKE and then the next his arm is bloody and he leans against the wall and he falls into the next room because there are no more walls and—

He braces his hand on the tile and the tile crunches into wet sand and his hand presses into it an imprint hand and footprint Hollywood Humphrey Bogart and Ben saying he had big hands for a tiny guy huh

And then there’s the monitor lizard again. Hissing and rampaging towards him.

“Stop,” Peter says, pointing at him. “She’s not here she’s—”

Then he’s in bed again. And there’s Tony. And there’s a big fire flames in the corner licking at the wallpaper and it's hot on Peter’s face and trying to singe Tony’s hair. It’s so hot it’s blue. It’s so hot it’s burning Peter’s eyes out of his head.

“This is the third time,” Tony says, and his voice is echoes, inside one of those water tubes, water spouts? Itsy bitsy spider? “No more getting up and roaming the halls, Pete, please, okay? Jesus, and stop taking out your—”

The fire gets really big before Peter can even say anything about it and it explodes in a big fireball and tries to consume the entire room, and Peter grabs Tony and tries to cover his head and hide his own face at the same time and—

“Buddy, buddy, relax, relax—”

But Peter can barely hear him above the explosions and it’s hot it’s burning it’s all over—

He groans, screwing his eyes shut, and how’s he supposed to fight fire? “It’s burning it’s—we have to get out we have to—”

“Nothing’s burning, it’s in your head, it’s in your head,” Tony says, and he’s ruffling Peter’s hair, a gentle feeling amongst all this big and bad and fire, and he’s squeezing Peter’s shoulder and then water—water is trickling out of the walls. Peter can see it over Tony’s shoulder.

“It’s in your head, okay?” Tony says, softly, and when he pulls back he phases a bit. In and out. On top of himself like a copy. Like a bad copy like when Peter used the copier at May’s work for his NYC transit project and it spit it out all inky and Peter covers his eyes with his hand.

“We can’t stop it,” he breathes, breathes, is he breathing still—

“Lemme try this one,” Tony says, and he’s still gentle, voice calm waves. “This should help, okay? We’re trying the natural steroid with the anti-toxin—it should—it should work—if the tests—if I know anything at all—”

And the room changes again.

Tony isn’t there and the room is smaller, the walls are trying to. Trash compactor. Rectangular and square and there are windows and they move and they morph and he can see the green acid is still outside and it’s rising out there, and that means people are dying, that means—it burned Peter and he’s—he’s who he is, with them they’d be burning—burning alive—

“It should have worked,” Tony’s voice, but he’s not in here. Is he in the walls? Are they squashing him? “It should have, goddamnit—”

“It’s close, everything improved there for about twenty—”

“He was practically catatonic and now he’s worse again—has Sam updated you yet, Helen, because I think he’s afraid to tell me he hasn’t found anything—I gotta fucking get out there—Happy’s out there driving around and Pepper is too and I’m fucking useless—”

“TICK TOCK,” a voice says.

A bad voice. Sounds like a stereotypical New Jersey background actor but this one Peter knows, and then he spins around on the spot and all the windows go and then the room shrinks and it shrinks fast fast fast fast too fast a not-fun funhouse and he can’t even try to stop it and he throws his arms out but the walls crush him into something small—

“FUN GAME, HUH, SPIDER? CLOCK IS TICKING DOWN. THEN I WIN.”

Peter is running—

—but there’s nothing, there’s nothing it’s blackness and echoes and nothing anywhere, except when he steps on something it zaps him, like a taser, and it makes him tremble and his face sags and the aftershocks run through him and he feels off course, and he tries to run in the opposite direction but what’s the opposite direction in a void and he’s zapped again, and he tries to go—a couple steps back and—it’s so dark he can’t see and when he tries to yell nothing comes out, nothing, and he grabs at his own throat and tries to pull his voice out and—

A full body zap and he collapses, seizing—

In the room again.

In the bed.

Handcuffed, to the bed. Soft straps, around his wrists and his ankles, connecting to the bars of the bed.

“How the hell did he even get in that room?”

“God, I don’t know—how does he get anywhere—”

Tony and May are on either side of him, and the acid is in the room again. They’re sitting on the bed so they’re out of the way of it but it’s rising, and Peter swallows hard, peering down at it.

“I can get out of these,” Peter says, and he tries to concentrate and break them, and it’s usually so easy, it’s usually very easy, and he breathes hard, watching the acid break and splash against the wall. It eats away at it. “Tony, May, why would you—”

“You keep getting up and hurting yourself,” May says, and she sniffles, and she—her face is in darkness. He can’t see her face. “You don’t have much time and you keep—”

“May—”

Tony’s voice, but he can’t see his face either, they’re both, they’re—their faces, they don’t have faces they don’t have faces no eyes nose mouth nothing nothing—

He closes his eyes and keeps rattling the handcuffs. Why aren’t they breaking? Why aren’t they?

“You’re weak right now,” Tony says, and Peter squeezes his eyes shut because he can’t—he can’t look he can’t—

“We didn’t wanna do it, Peter,” Tony says, feeling shame, watching him thrash around.

And if this was normal, he’d try to convince him to stay still, to stop getting up and breaking into storage rooms and labs and they’d take them off, but he’s—he’s barely in there. Barely lodged in his own head. The hallucinations are too strong and they barely have a day left. They haven’t found Scorpion and they haven’t figured it out themselves—

And is Peter going to die like this? Wasting away, handcuffed to the medbay bed by two of the people who love him most?

He’ll uncuff him if he’s dying and what kind of thing is that to fucking say what kind of thing is that to even think to even fathom—

A wave of horror goes through Tony’s entire body and he reaches for the right cuff—

“Tony, he’ll be out in five seconds flat,” May says.

“Not if we’re in here—”

“We were in here before and he got past us—”

“Please, Tony,” Peter says, and he’s still trying to break them, and he just might, if he keeps trying. Not all of his strength is gone. Not yet.

Peter’s eyes are teary and pleading, and he looks so pale, so tired. “Please, the acid is—it’s rising and if I’m cuffed here I’ll—you guys can get out but if you leave me cuffed here it’ll—it’ll burn it’ll kill me—”

Tony feels insane. He can’t take this. He leans forward, holding Peter’s shoulder with one hand and cupping his face with the other. “Listen,” he says, and Peter is looking at him, but that hasn’t meant much, since this started. “Listen. There’s no acid. You’ve been poisoned, and you’re dying, Pete, you’re dying. We’re trying to help but we—we…” His voice gets caught again and he shakes his head, but Peter is still looking at him.

He doesn’t wanna say that out loud he doesn’t want to acknowledge it because it can’t be true it can’t—

“It was Scorpion,” May says, and she’s rubbing Peter’s left arm up and down. “If you know, anywhere inside you, baby, if you know where he might be—anything, any possibility—”

“May, you gotta let me go,” Peter says, and he shakes them both off, thrashing harder. “The acid, the acid, I’m gonna drown—I gotta—”

Tony gets up, turning around and covering his face with his hand. He can’t stand it. He can’t fucking stand it. He’s shaking and he feels like he’s gonna pass out.

“Peter, baby, please,” May whispers.

“May, please let me go,” Peter pleads. “Please, please, the acid—”

“I’m gonna go fly around,” Tony says, dizzy and sick, the time ticking away in his head. “I’m gonna go—search for myself.”

“Tony,” May calls, but he doesn’t look back.

The acid is licking at the edges of the bed now, splashing up onto Peter’s legs and burning him. Peter sobs and grits his teeth and keeps trying, keeps trying, thrashing and wearing rug burns onto his wrists and ankles and maybe this wasn’t Tony, maybe this was the clone, and the acid is rising up and rising up and Peter tries to hold his arms up as much as he can and the windows are back and swapping around on the walls like bad Tetris and he’s about to yell out for May when—

Scorpion. Big Scorpion. In the corner of the room.

Laughing at him.

And the acid seems to cling to him when he moves. Like a neon sign.

And after six hours of looking all over God’s green earth, after watching Peter’s time dwindle to just under a day, May calls to tell Tony that Peter is gone.

“Gone?” Tony screams, nearly crashing into One Vanderbilt.

“Not dead,” she says, and the crying doesn’t help. “But gone, he—broke out of the cuffs when I went to get him something to eat. He was really bad off, it was getting—so bad, and I left and I wasn’t gone for long and he just—now we can’t—everyone is looking, everything is activated—”

“Friday,” Tony stammers, and she confirms by throwing it all up on the screen.

May gasps and tries to keep talking. “He—doesn’t have a suit, we didn’t—see him take one, and there’s not—no tracking, but we’re—”

“I’ll find him,” Tony breathes, changing his trajectory.

And it feels like another lie.

He couldn’t come up with an antidote. He couldn’t find Scorpion. He couldn’t even make Peter comfortable, couldn’t soothe him, couldn’t counteract anything, and worse yet the last thing he did before he left was handcuff Peter to the bed, a severe breach of trust no matter what the hell’s going on, and he shouldn’t have done it, he shouldn’t have, he should have just kept chasing him down, bringing him back, but he was going into other rooms and electrocuting himself on old machines, for God’s sake—

And Tony searches and searches and he doesn’t even register the time until the clock runs out.

The clock runs out.

It runs out, all zeroes, and Tony is in the air in Queens and everyone else is scattered and the time runs out. The three days, they ran together like watercolor, like broken glass in the trash bin, and it’s over and it’s done and he’s—he’s—

He’s not in front of them, so they don’t know.

Tony gets a few calls, but he ignores them, setting his jaw and trying not to cry.

He can’t be dead he can’t be he can’t be—

They’d send messages if they’d found Peter, if they’d—

Tony keeps searching. He can’t breathe but he keeps searching.

“Friday, take that shit off the screen,” Tony rasps, trying to see through his tears.

The zeroes disappear.

And Peter doesn’t come home.

Tony doesn’t like the phrase ‘presumed dead’, and yet, somehow, the news starts splashing it across their headlines about seven hours after the time clock runs out.

SPIDER-MAN PRESUMED DEAD, and it’s everywhere, on all the networks, to the point where reporters start showing up at Stark facilities, including their new home base. And Tony doesn’t understand why, or what the fuck happened, and he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t gone back and he hasn’t stopped looking, so what the hell do they know that he doesn’t?

“Nothing,” Rhodey says, on the phone. “They don’t know anything, Pepper and I interrogated Don at CNN and he just got a tip, a bunch of them did, but they don’t know anything for real.”

“They don’t have any actual information?”

“Just a story,” Rhodey says. “No sightings, no anything, I don’t know why they’re taking it seriously. Pepper is with May, she’s—not dealing with any of this well, and I know you’re not either, so you need to—you should come home, just for a little bit, okay? Just to eat, just to see us, and then—”

“No, I gotta keep looking,” Tony says, continuing his scans and sweeps of the street. He’s sure Iron Man’s presence in the sky isn’t doing them any favors in terms of the story.

And what is he looking for? A dead body? A miracle?

“Tony.”

“Rhodey, I gotta keep—I gotta keep looking.”

And he does, and he doesn’t find anything. He essentially starts going door to door and he doesn’t fucking find anything. He shakes Electro out of his cave and he doesn’t know shit, he finds that rat gang of assholes and they don’t know anything either.

And Tony comes home after a day and a half and nearly passes out. From not eating, from exhaustion, from grief, from too many zeroes and too much silence. That headline. Failure.

The ghost of Peter’s face—

You need to come to terms—

No. No.

He sits in a dark room with half a bagel and he can’t face May. He can’t face MJ or Ned or his own wife or anybody that loves Spider-Man.

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything, at all. He was completely and utterly fucking useless. No wonder Peter didn’t come to him.

Where is his body gonna be? Who’s gonna find it? What will he be wearing in his casket? The kid doesn’t like suits.

Tony covers his face with his hands. His breath comes out in tremors.

And Tony feels like he’s hallucinating now. Everything moves in stop-motion.

“Come sleep,” Pepper says, kissing his forehead. “Just for a little while.”

He says something back to her. He doesn’t know what it is, and she gives him that look, like she pities him, like she wishes she could take it all away. But she kisses him again and leaves, and he’s alone, terrified he might see May around the corner.

He drifts, lost in his own pain and failure, and the memories and Peter’s chit-chat and everything he’ll never get to say again, and Tony’s just about to leave to suit up again when he gets the alert.

“Boss, Peter Parker is at door B5 on the second level.”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. It catches up with itself.

Tony leaps to his feet, and Friday trills for his heart rate. It seems like the world is thrown off its axis for a second—or it’s reset back on it—

Tony reaches for something that isn’t there, trying to steady, trying to—

Peter. Peter. Peter at the door?

Not dead. Not dead. What the fuck is going on?

“Peter?” he breathes, already moving, not of his own accord. “Friday, it’s—are you—are you sure—”

“Peter Parker, B5.”

And Tony races there. Doesn’t think. Races through the empty hallways and nearly busts his ass on the stairwell. And when he reaches the door he can hear someone trying to scan in, and failing, more than one time, and he feels like an alarm would have already gone off if Friday didn’t know who it was.

“Friday, let him in—”

And the door opens just as Tony grabs the handle, and Peter stumbles inside.

Tony catches him when his legs give out, and Peter laughs a little bit, holding onto Tony’s arms.

He laughs. A laugh.

“Hey, hey,” Tony stutters, and he kicks the door closed and gets a hold of Peter around the waist. “Jesus, Jesus Christ—sitting or standing? I can do either one. Expert at either one.”

Alive alive he’s here—

“Uh, standing,” Peter says, gripping Tony’s arm and his shoulder. “Geeze, sorry. Still…wobbly.” He finally looks up at him—his eyes are so much brighter, and he’s gotten some of his color back.

Alive. Alive, not dead. Alive, solid, real.

How? How?

“What the hell happened?” Tony breathes. He glances around, panic rising in his throat, and he feels dizzy. “No, you know what, I choose sitting, I forgot there was a couch here—c’mere, c’mere bud, easy, easy—”

Peter snorts. “Okay yeah—good idea, uh—”

“Tell me what happened,” Tony says, moving them over there, sitting down. He keeps an arm around him, and brushes his hair back from his forehead so he can see his face better.

Disbelief. He can barely breathe he can barely think—

Peter shakes his head, closes his eyes, sags into Tony’s side. “Um—it’s still like, a mess, in my head, but I think like—I don’t know, I saw Scorpion, in the hallucination, and I—the acid, that I thought was there, it like—it pointed to him. And when I broke out of the handcuffs—”

“I’m so sorry,” Tony says, his face burning. “I’m so sorry.”

“No—I—listen, I get it, it’s okay—but the acid, it kept—even when he disappeared, the acid was neon and made like a trail and I—found him. I don’t know. I don’t know why it worked. Maybe something like a signature in the poison he made and my brain and him—I don’t know.”

He really looks at Tony, and Tony can see he’s bloody at the corner of his mouth, and he’s got a black eye.

Tony’s heart lurches. “Are you okay?” he asks, tipping Peter’s chin towards him, and Peter nods. “You got the—”

“I got it,” Peter breathes, nodding slowly. “Antidote. He actually seemed impressed—”

“Where is he now?” Tony says, blinking, feeling displaced.

“I left without a suit, so—I—he was in this warehouse. They’re always in a warehouse. I just piled as much shit on top of him as I could without killing him. He was knocked out, it was—hard but it’s—he should still be there.”

Tony nods. He’s gotta get somebody on that.

He’s shaking with the emotion of it all, and he stares at him, tries to believe it, tries to live in it. He’s here. He’s here.

Tony deflates a little bit, and he leans forward and presses his forehead to Peter’s, closing his eyes. “Jesus, Pete, I thought you were dead.”

“Me too,” Peter says, laughing a little bit. He pats Tony’s knee. “Can’t get rid of me that easy though, so—don’t, uh—sorry, my brain is still mushy peas.”

“It’s okay, it’s—we gotta tell May, she’s been half insane—”

And like clockwork, Tony hears her coming down the stairs.

“Tony,” she’s yelling, and Tony peels away from Peter to look. “Tony, I heard—Friday sent a notification—”

She sees Peter, stuttering in her tracks briefly, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. But then she’s running again, at full speed, and Tony helps Peter stand up.

“Hey May,” Peter breathes, and she rushes at him, wrapping him up in her arms.

“Oh, my baby,” she says, clutching at him. “My baby, Peter, you’re alive. You’re alive, thank God, thank God.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, rubbing her back, looking a little unsteady on his feet. “The news, uh—I told you they get it wrong a lot.”

“Come on,” Tony says, patting Peter’s shoulders. “Let’s—let’s go get you checked out.”

Happy goes to pick up MJ and Ned. Pepper deals with the news and the police. Rhodey heads out with Sam to get Scorpion and put him away for good.

And Tony and May watch while Helen checks Peter out. His levels are all getting back to normal, for real this time. His body is recovering, and the hallucinations are gone. Peter still has the “antidote bottle” that asshole gave him, and Helen takes it to test, to make sure they’ll have everything covered for next time.

Next time. There better not be a next time. Tony’s heart can’t take it.

“He did it all himself,” Tony says, when he and May are heading back into the room where Peter is. “I didn’t help at all—actually, I hindered. I actively hindered.”

“You kept him safe, and he felt safe, even if he didn’t really know it,” May says. “He feels comfort in us, even if we can’t—fix it, every time.”

Tony blows out a breath.

“And I know you want to be able to fix it,” she says, as they reach the door. “But you wanted him to be better than you, didn’t you? You said that to him once?”

He freezes. It hits him like a pile of bricks, but all she does is smile. She opens the door and they walk inside and Peter is already getting out of bed.

“No more acid?” May asks, glancing back at Tony.

“No more acid,” Peter says. He crosses his arms over his chest, and shakes his head. “I barely remember any of it. Just sort of like—flashes of a very bad movie.”

“Yeah,” Tony croaks, emerging from his shock. “You broke into Beyoncé’s apartment.”

Both Peter and May whip their heads up to look at him.

“Beyoncé?” they both nearly yell, in unison, and Tony snorts.

“No,” he says. “I don’t know.” He feels hazy still, and he swallows hard, trying to focus. “C’mere, I need a—real hug, real quick.”

“You mean not quick at all?” Peter asks, smiling at him with that bright, familiar smile that was lost the past couple days.

Could have been counted down to being lost forever.

Tony hugs him, squeezes his eyes shut, and doesn’t think about that. He rubs Peter’s shoulder and sways them both a bit, and doesn’t think about that. There’s no more ticking in his head, and Peter’s…Peter’s back.

“Maybe it was Beyoncé’s apartment,” Tony says, before the emotions overwhelm him, cradling Peter’s head. “It’s not out of the question. We’re gonna have to find out.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to—resolve that before the Beyhive finds me,” Peter says, still hugging him. “They’ll figure out my identity immediately.”

Tony pulls back, shaking his head at him. “I don’t know what a Beyhive is.”

“Don’t cross them, that’s what I’m saying,” Peter says. “And the other thing I’m saying is, I’m extremely hungry, and I might…I might die, if we don’t resolve that sooner rather than later.” He raises his eyebrows. “Tick tock.”

He’s trying to be cute and funny, to make them feel better, like things are getting back to normal after another round of hell courtesy of Spider-Man’s enemies. But Tony and May look at each other with a different kind of understanding of that phrase now.

“Okay,” Tony says, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulders, while May gently takes his elbow. “That, I can help with.”

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irondadfics · 5 months

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hi so i’m looking for the fanfic where there’s like a gala or some sort of event going on in avengers tower & everyone thinks tony’s drunk but peter doesn’t think so cuz tony doesn’t drink or smth & its cuz tony was drugged (i think by hammer) & peter ends up beating the guy up, i know at some point they’re in the bathroom (i think cuz tony was throwing up or smth). anyway i can’t find it for some reason. sorry if that’s not very specific, & thx for all u guys do i appreciate it!! :) <3

Hi this is for you!

#irondad #foundfic #fluff #justin hammer #attempted kidnapping #identity reveal #avengers

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psych87 · 1 year

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Fic Rec - Spider-Man

do you even remember what the world looks like?

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Summary:

Tony’s heart has been working on overdrive since this whole thing started. Friday has a countdown clock plastered on the heads up display, but it feels like hieroglyphics to him at this point, like some ancient language he could never master.

Because when Peter Parker is missing, things start losing their meaning real quick.

“Should be around here,” Rhodey says on the com. May is still on the other line, listening in, because once a certain amount of time goes by without word from Peter, things move into Extremely Worried Aunt territory. They’re already in Tony Is Panicking territory, and when both of those territories overlap it’s never a good time for anybody.

Time? What the hell is time? His mind is blanking numbers out entirely. Minutes are seconds are hours are years.

#Fic Rec #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #Tony Stark #One Shot #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 month

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54536749 by iron_spider “Okay here,” Tony says, finishing off his work. “It’s not—it’s not the best—” Peter blows out a breath, and nods, and Tony tapes off the cut with a few more butterfly bandages. “They were crazy, Tony,” Peter says, again. “These guys are gonna be like—they’re gonna be a problem. They’re gonna be an issue for us. Don’t check though.” “Okay, just—relax,” Tony says. He rolls around, situating himself in front of him again, and Peter still isn’t looking at him. “Where do you think they got their tech?” Peter shrugs, a big shrug, and he winces, probably because the shrug was too big. “Might not have even been tech. I don’t know. Maybe we’ll never know.” Tony raises his eyebrow at him. Words: 4010, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Has Issues, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019), Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54536749

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irondad-creator-awards · 1 year

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Voting will being Saturday 4th with the link posted here on Tumblr. You can vote for your top 5 stories this year in the first round of voting. In the second and final round - Top 10 - you will only be able to vote for one.

The fabulous @asyouleft has compiled this list of all nominess with links this year for your ease of access.

THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN

A Decade Away by Shortiethegiraffe

A New Point of View by Waitingondaisies

All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen

Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by Evienyx

But Only Hope and Sorrows End by iron_spider

Catch and Keep by Bergen

Catch Your Own Happiness by Truelovetakesawhile

Count My Heartbeats by Katinamoon

Even A Free Bird Is Chained to The Sky by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

Feathersoft by Katinamoon

For We Are Bound By Symmetry by Kingdomfaraway

Forty-Seven Flat by Geekymoviemom

From My Weakness I Drew Strength by Mendeia

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

Identity Crisis by Kitcat992

If These Wings Could Fly by For_The_Night

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Irreplaceable by For_The_Night

Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

Not So Friendly by Ramble_On

Only In The Present by Mendeia

So Many Things To Say by Happyaspie

Someday (I'll Make It Out Of Here) by The_Color_Pomegranate

Somethin's In The Air Right Now by Natasha_Romanoff_Official

The Chasm Between by TheSleepingOwl

The Hardest Part Is Living (With It) by Unidentified_Oblivion

The Long Game by Niniblack

The Many Adventures Of Iron Dad And Spider Son by Lbigreyhound13

The Simple Life by Niniblack

These Lives We Seek by Beautifullights

These Word Written On My Wrist by Katinamoon

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

What A Difference A Day (Or A Hundred) Makes by Lunasquared

Where There's Smoke by Juiceontherocks

Worst Summer Vacation by Mysterycyclone

You Are My Sunshine by M4rmalade

THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED

A Different Kind Of Heat by Katinamoon

Ace Of Hearts by Ironfidus

Buried Deep by Inkinmyheardandonthepage

Cannolis by Heyitsline

Concentric Circles And Shiny Corners by Geekymoviemom

Count To Seventeen And Close Your Eyes by Winterturtle

Dead In There By You’re Dead In There by iron_spider

Demon In A Bottle by Edema_Ruh

Divergence Point (Chapter 4: Loki Kidnaps Tony) by Mysterycyclone

Fly On The Wall by Kuroi_Tanken

From Strangers To Siblings by For_The_Night

Hair’s Breadth From Death by Olliecollie

Home (Is Where My Heart Found Exactly Where I'm Supposed To Be) by Ironfidus

How To Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times In Three Days by Bergen

Hunger by Katinamoon

I Am Not Worried, I Am With You by Kingdomfaraway

I Get To Love You (It's The Best Thing That I'll Ever Do) by Thetealdragon

I Need You Like A Heart Needs A Beat by For_The_Night

Insist Upon Your Cup Of Stars by Finny3120

Never Meet Your Heroes (They're Human Just Like You) by Marvelousbutterfly

No Patch Job by Buridaino

Pain Relief by Sara (Ctrsara)

Pickle Starburst by Bergen

Shocking! Spiderman's Alien Baby: Friendly Neighborhood Hero And His Hanukkah Blessing by Aggressivewhenstartled

So Much Has Changed by Ephemeralstark

Spider-Baby Protocol by Liliaphant (Seaphire)

Staring Shadows In The Eye by Ironxprince

The Little Things by Crowkag

There Are Fields On Fire And I Lay Burning by Canon Irondad (Tomlinsoul)

Whatcha Got There? by Retro_Memo

You Game? Cake Time? by iron_spider

You Talk Of The Pain Like It's All Alright by SpaceCowBoysFromMars

THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES

A Misunderstanding by Woamx

All Things Must Pass by Frogboyfrog

Ashes by Winterturtle

Behind A Photograph by 107thinfantry

Could Roses Bloom Again? by Errorinloading

Drowning In The Whispers by Winterturtle

Every Spider Has Its Day (Prompt 5: Every Whumpee's Needs) by Itsapugthing

His Light by Callie_Caje

Koala Care by Happyaspie

Peter Stark by Ilove_Klance

Should I Go Into The Light? by Happyaspie

Show And Tell by Oriocookie

The Guest Room by Niniblack

The World Wept by Callie_Caje

This Feels Right, So Stay A Sec by Errorinloading

Tony Stark Doesn't Do Naps by Lillylemonbee

THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen

As Long As You Still Have A Heart by Darksideofmyroom

Can't Part The Sea, Can't Reach The Shore by Forensicleaf

For We Are Bound, Symmetry by Kingdomfaraway

Hold Me Close, If You Dare by Id_Rather_Be_Reading_3

Longing, Rusted by Honeycombclairev

Men Of Iron by Spdrmain

My Father Moved Through The Dooms Of Love by Shetheybrucebanner

Oh Sweet Child, The Things I'd Do For You by Tonystarkissist

Only Suckers Wear Scarves by Bergen

Savoir-Vivre, Or Whatever You Call It by Bergen

The Chasm Between by TheSleepingOwl

The Darkest Hour by Ephemeralstark

The Ghost At The Back Of Your Closet by Niniblack

These Lives We Seek by Beautifullights

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Unconscionable by Hollow_Dweller

THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART

A Little Late On The Blood Work by Pixiemage

All That’s Left by Pandaluna

Baby Mine (Dry Your Eyes) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

Continuum by Geekymoviemom

For We Are Bound By Symmetry by Kingdomfaraway

Just Me And All Of My Plain Jane Glory by SpaceCowboysFromMars

One Single Thread Of Gold by Tonystarktrash

Picture Day by iron_spider

Playing Possum by Skeeter_110

Retrieval by Nation_Ustria

Savoir-Vivre, Or Whatever You Call It by Bergen

Teething by Spooderboyandtincan

The Gift by Duskblue & Violettavonviolet

The Long Game by Niniblack

The Simple Life by Niniblack

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

To Capitalist Christmas And A Pretty Awesome Irondad by Lunasquared

Uncle Obie May Have Lied (And Other Lessons To Be Learned) by Theskeptileptic

We'll Make Butterflies by iron_spider

You're My (Spider) Baby by For_The_Night

THE ONE WHERE WORLDS COLLIDE

A New Point Of View by Waitingondaisies

Chase You Down Until You Love Me by OK_Butwhy1

Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone

Emergency Contacts by Sara (Ctrsara)

Forever And Ever by Thisisnotourlasthunt

Home by Patrochilles_Trash

I’ll Be By Your Side (When You’re Stuck In Place) by Marvelousbutterfly

If You’d Only Listened by For_The_Night

In The Blowing, Cold Wind by Odd_I

It's A Secret To Everybody by Snapdragon_In_The_Snow

Kids These Days by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Mr Parker Declines To Comment by Apisdn

Put It On Speaker by Onlyforward

Quaranteens by Blueh

School Sucks, I Know by Call_Me_Coley

Setting Things Straight by Sara (Ctrsara)

Sick Day Shouldas by Sara (Ctrsara)

Stark Industries Is A Real Place by Sisyphusclimbs

The Person On The Other End Of The Line by Imgoingtocrash

The Stark Legacy by Ironfidus

Ultimate School Pick Up by Coconutknightshade

Undercover Chaperone by Happyaspie

What Makes A Hero by Patrochilles_Trash

Write It On The Skyline by Ironfidus

THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES

Addiction by Lanyakea

At The Bottom by Living_Is_Easy_With_Eyes_Closed

Atlas Held by Grumperella

Because They Didn't Want Kids by Swizzlemalarky

Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

But Only Hope and Sorrows End by iron_spider

Couch Cuddles by Happyaspie

Count My Heartbeats by Katinamoon

Die With The Sun, Live Like The Moon by S0lstice

Equilibrium by Lunasquard

Feathersoft by Katinamoon

Fledgling Avenger by Assayist

Four Times Peter Cheated Death And One Time He Didn’t by iron_spider

Grief Has No Timeline by Sara (Ctrsara)

He’s Just A Kid by For_The_Night

Hold Me Close, If You Dare by Id_Rather_Be_Reading_3

I Am Not Worried, I Am With You by Kingdomfaraway

I Will Always Be A Liar by Natasha_Romanoff_Official

Just A Little Obsessed by Quacks

My Teen Angst Bullshit Has A Body Count by Imgoingtocrash

Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Pride And Joy by Canon Irondad (Tomlinsoul)

Someday (I'll Make It Out Of Here) by The_Color_Pomegranate

The Long Game by Niniblack

The Stars The Moon They Have All Been Blown Out (You Left Me In The Dark) by Madasthesea

These Webs We Weave by SpaceCowboysFromMars

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Tumblr Prompt: Villainirondad And Spider-Son by Ironmum

Wherever I Go (I’m Home) by Plqto

Write It On The Skyline by Ironfidus

THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO

A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

A Good Reason by Baloobird

Adopt-A-Kid by Waywardkeener

Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by EvieNyx

Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone

Distracted By A Dime by Happyaspie

First Impressions by Athingcalledr

Gaslighting For Breakfast by Anonymous

Hold Me Close, If You Dare by I'd_Rather_Be_Reading_3

I Am Not Known (If I'm Not Seen Or Heard) by Madje_Knotts

I Want To Be Well by Lemon_Drop_Drabbles

Iron Dad: Coming Home by Jaworley

Make Way For Tomorrow by Hopeless_Hope

No Ulterior Motive by Ob_Liv_Ious_Writer

Please Don't Slip Away by Llovedove

So This Is Christmas… by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

Spider Snark & Mr Stark by Lethewren

The Morning Will Come (And The Dream Stealing Your Sleep Will End) by Winterturtle

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

THE SECOND CHANCE AT HOME

And The Songbirds Keep Singing by Finny3120

As Day Changes To Night by The Spider-Man Alt (Counterclaw)

Even In Sleep, I Seek You by Anonymouss_Writerr

Hold Onto This Grief Dearly Until It Lets Go Of You by Canon Irondad (Tomlinsoul)

Home by Patrochilles_Trash

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by Maicaly

I Promise by Marvelously3000

If We Have Each Other, Then We'll Both Be Fine by Iplaypiano36

My Friends Are Ghosts by Firecracker121

Not Broken, Just Bent by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

Oh I'm Ready (For Whatever Comes Next) by Rotfuchs

Peter's Hitchhiking Guide To The Time Heist by Randomsketchez

So Many Things To Say by Happyaspie

The Hind & The Hart by Coal_Scuttle_Waltz

The Seventh Escape by Bergen

To Melt An Iron Heart by Retro_Memo

Unexpected Brother At Daycare by Yeeter_Parker

THE FIXER-UPPER

(Meet Me In) The Afterglow by Pro_Fangirl

Blue Memento by Bergen

Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Count My Heartbeats by Katinamoon

Electric Bugaloo by Nihilego

Equivalent Exchange by Seajelly (Legless_Fish_On_Rollerskates)

Fly On The Wall by Kuroi_Tanken

Hold On To All My Son by For_The_Night

How To Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times In Three Days by Bergen

Like A Waterfall by Oriocookie

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or Ais Don't Forget by Peacockgirl

Make It A Good One! by Zippe

Meet You Up There (Where The Path Runs Straight And High) by Bluesweatshirt

One In A Million by Inkonmyheartandonthepage

Roots Before Branches by Disneyn3rd

Somethin's In The Air Right Now by Natasha_Romanoff_Official

System Error: Reboot by Oriocookie

The Other Side by Memoriaeterna

The Ripples They Cause by Linarai

There Is Always One Last Light To Turn Out by Kingdomfaraway

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Watch Over You (Fall Down, Get Up) by Fragmentaryblue

We Got Lucky by The Muses Summer House

Whatever It Takes, Spiderling by Lethewren

THE MAGIC NUMBERS (5+1)

5 Times Peter Accidentally Stuck To Something by Call_Me_Coley

5 Times Peter Leaves Before The Ambulance Arrives (And 1 Time He Can't) by Lillylemonbee

5 Times Peter Scared The Crap Out Of Tony + 1 Time He Scared Everyone Else by Sara (Ctrsara)

5 Times Peter’s Metabolism Screwed Him Over by For_The_Night

5 Times Someone Loved The Paparazzi More Than Tony + 1 Time Someone Didn't by Katinamoon

5 Times Tony Joked About Peter Being Part Spider by Katinamoon

5 Times Tony Reminded Peter He Was Human by Katinamoon

5 Times Tony Stark Found Peter Parker (And The 1 Time Peter Found Tony) by Speakeasyscribe

Break These Bones ('Til They're Better) by SpaceCowboysFromMars

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by Kingdomfaraway

I Know How Much You Love Surprises by Opal_Earrings

Mishaps At Midtown by Onlyforward

Ready For Those Flashing Lights by SpaceCowboysFromMars

So This Is Christmas (War Is Over) by SpaceCowboysFromMars

So This Is Christmas… by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

The Stark Legacy by Ironfidus

Variation On A Theme by Bluesweatshirt

With Great Power by Polaroid15

Would You Still Love Me If… by Yellowsunflowerheart

You Caught Me At Just The Right Time (Until You Couldn't) by 14million_Constellations

THE RIPPING OFF THE MASK ONE

A Difficult Choice & "Aw, S**T." by ADGAEA

All Good Things Come in Threes by Bergen

Because Of You by Rootbeer

Devil's Roll The Dice by Ephemeralstark

Flowing With The Melody by Pandaluna

Intern Override by Sara (Ctrsara)

Lost And Found by Pogokitten

Make Way For Tomorrow by Hopeless_Hope

On So Many Levels by Opal_Earrings

Peter Is Worthy (And So Done) by Anonymous

Rhodes Well Traveled by Grumperella

Secret's Out by Celestialseawitch

So Many Things To Say by Happyaspie

The Girl From Yesterday by Finny3120

The Kid Behind The Mask by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

The Same Soul by Katinamoon

These Lives We Seek by Beautifullights

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

You Better Let Somebody Love You (Before It’s Too Late) by Ambivalentangst

You Know What They Say by Patrochilles_Trash

You're Not Insane by Llovedove

THE NAME YOUR RANSOM ONE

Bring Me Some Hope (By Wandering Into My Mind) by Tonystankandthekid

But Only Hope and Sorrows End by iron_spider

Count My Heartbeats by Katinamoon

Did We Come Close To Having It All by For_The_Night

Extraction by Niniblack

Happy Birthday, Enjoy Your Kidnapping by Kingdomfaraway

It's Too Cold For A Kidnapping by Pogokitten

I've Got You, Baby by Thisisnotourlasthunt

Just A Mouse Stuck In A Glue Trap by Spicysauce

Lamb To The Slaughter by Kirac336

Man In A Can by Jinxquickfoot

Money Can't Buy Family by Olliecollie

Order Fulfillment by Sara (Ctrsara)

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by SuperHeroTiger

The Most Chaotic Of Kidnappings by Onlyforward

The Same Soul by Katinamoon

Very Normal Totally Regular Human Intern by Winterturtle

Worst Summer Vacation by Mysterycyclone

THE SOMETIMES-HAPPY FAMILY ONE

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet? by Bluesweatshirt

Christmas With The Starks by Emmaelsa0000

Definitely Not A Lizard by Hailfire_73

For Peter; For My Son by Canon Irondad (Tomlinsoul)

Gonna Let The Light Shine On Me by Doctornineandthreequarters

Happy Endings Are Complicated by Mazeeternal

Happy Hibernation Day by For_The_Night

I Know That There’s A Place For Us by Madelinedear

Ice Ice, Baby by Olliecollie

Ironfam Day by Marvels_Blue_Phoenix

Little Demons Like To Play by Raccooncati

Magic Makers by Sara (Ctrsara)

One In A Million by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Post-Surgery Sleepover by Sara (Ctrsara)

The Best Thanksgiving Ever by Niniblack

Try, Try Again by Mak5258

We Aren't Related, Blood, But It's What Deemed Our Bond Unbreakable by Peterparkersimp3000

THE ONE THAT MADE YOU LOL

Am I A Dying Man? by Odd_I

Better Than I Was by Sara (Ctrsara)

Between A Pun And A Noble Gas by Skymageariel

Boy Meets A Random Out Of Body Experience by Natasha_Romanoff_Official

Buttering Me Up by iron_spider

Call The Priest by Call_Me_Coley

Don't Get Confused, Its All About You by Krystalpomme

Far Out by Bergen

Field Trips And Lab Days by Bundibird

Fred The Tarantula by Hailfire_73

Gremlin Activities In The Stark Household by Emmacortana

Hey Grandpa by iron_spider

Home Alone (Peter's Version) by Annasgolden

How Steve Found Out That He Traumatized An Entire Generation by Gempiglin

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Papa-Paparazzi by Niniblack

The Grey Area by Lansfics7

These Lives We Seek by Beautifullights

Tony Stark, Doctor (Prompt 21: Famous Last Words) by Itsapugthing

We're Never Too Far Apart by Kingdomfaraway

Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Winterturtle

THE WILD CARD STORY

A Place To Call Home by For_The_Night

A Stubborn Teenager Vs Adrenaline Crash by Thisisnotourlasthunt

Can't Part The Sea, Can't Reach The Shores by Forensicleaf

Catch and Keep by Bergen

Chase You Down Until You Love Me by OK_Butwhy1

Equilibrium by Lunasquared

Evergreen by Onlyforward

Fly On The Wall by Kuroi_Tanken

Good Kid Name by Rainwaiter

Haunting The Halls by Blasphemmky

Home (Is Where My Heart Found Exactly Where I'm Supposed To Be) by Ironfidus

How To Fire Your Intern Sixteen Times In Three Days by Bergen

It Started With A Headache And Ended With The Multiverse by Kingdomfaraway

Men Of Iron by Spdrmain

Mortal Flaw And Fatal Sin by Retro_Memo

Mother May I by Battybatzgirl

Of Careful Steps And Reborn Dreams by Seventeenspiders

P.E.T.E by Dixiegrayson

Secret Identity? You Mean A Private Twitter Account? by Villain_Klaus

Sirens In My Mind by Olliecollie

Surviving On Secrets by Booklivesmatter

The Cycle Of Shame by Cheerios_Me_Lovely

The Love (And Other Things) You Inherit by Ironfidus

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Under The Advent Of Stars by Gigidoyle

Whatever It Takes by Ronnieibyrne

THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD

A Pirate's Life For Us by Lbigreyhound13

Dear Fellow Traveler by SuperHeroTiger

Do I Deserve This? by Id_Rather_Be_Reading_3

Far Out by Bergen

Forty-Seven Flat by Geekymoviemom

Golden Threads by Winterturtle

Home Is Where The Heart Is by SuperHeroTiger

If These Wings Could Fly by For_The_Night

Left Of The World by Emmacortana

Moulded Minds by Wingswithoutstrings

On So Many Levels by Opal_Earrings

Open Your Mind And Let Me Step Inside by Sunsetuniverse

Past, Present, Yet To Come by Thedumbestavenger

Peter Parker's Home For Wayward People And Animals by Bergen

Prince Of The Forest by Tess_Moon

The Silver Prince by Marialf2001

The Truth Is (Everyone Is Confused, Quantum Physics) by Eviefuller

These Days I'll Sit On Cornerstones by Finny3120

THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY

Cause Freedom Is No Small Thing by TheWeirdDivide

Dear Fellow Traveler by SuperHeroTiger

Earth 2354 by Id_Rather_Be_Reading_3

Fostering Hope by Happyaspie

From The Same Star Series by Sara (Ctrsara)

Heir Peter Fics by Onlyforward

Home Is Where You Hang The Live, Laugh, Love Sign by I_Regret_Thatpersonalityquiz

Inimitable Verse by Deniigiq

Peter Is A Precious Chickpea by Bergen

Peter Parker: Feminist, Social Justice Warrior And Stand Up Guy by Coincidental_Fangirl

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

Role Models by Writing_As_Tracey

Roo-Niverse (Irondad AU) by Juiceontherocks

Spider And Bat Friends by Emmacortana & Tinkerslut

Strands In The Rope by Sara (Ctrsara)

The Meaning Of Inevitable by Mendeia

The One Where Bucky Kidnapped Peter Stark As A Toddler by Niniblack

These Words Written On My Wrist by Katinamoon

They Say It’s What You Make (I Say It’s Up To Fate) by Littlemissagrafina

To Hold The World In My Arms by Ashleyparker2815

Up Came The Sun by Whimsicalethnographies

Wake Up And Smell The Coffee by Bergen

THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE

5 Times Tony Dealt With A Loopy Peter by For_The_Night

A Chance (Of Life, Of Death) by DJ_Unicornsrgr8

Ace Of Hearts by Ironfidus

Catch Your Own Happiness by Truelovetakesawhile

Dear Mach - Come In by Finny3120

Do You Remember Forgetting? by Silverstar1

From My Weakness I Drew Strength by Mendeia

I Know How Much You Love Surprises by Opal_Earrings

Just A Little Obsessed by Quacks

Not Your Peter Parker by Id_Rather_Be_Reading_3

On Begged And Borrowed Time by Buckleyirondad

Only Suckers Wear Scarves by Bergen

Spidery Intervention by King_Claus_The_First

The Ripples They Cause by Linarai

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Tony Stark Finds Himself A Family (That Doesn't Suck) by Youcancallmearrow

Trapped In The Shadows by Geekymoviemom

Where There's Smoke by Juiceontherocks

Worst Summer Vacation by Mysterycyclone

THE ALL-TIME FAVORITE

#Supportspidey by Ironfidus

Academic Decathlons And Peace Offerings by Ironfidus

An Unofficial Introduction To The Avengers by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Cause And Effect by Pokeydotes

Deep In The Heart Of Me by Finely Honed (Jaqen_Hgar)

Five Times Tony Worried Peter And Harley Wouldn't Get Along by Fanfictiongreenirises

Fly On The Wall by Kuroi_Tanken

He Looks On Tempest by iron_spider

Heir Peter Fics by Onlyforward

Hindsight by Elephreak

Identity Theft by Kitcat992

More Peril In Thine Eye by iron_spider

Moulded Minds by Wingswithoutstrings

No Matter If I Fall From The Sky by Opal_Earrings

Prince Of The Forest by Tess_Moon

Roo-Niverse (Irondad AU) by Juiceontherocks

Sins Of The Fathers by Geekymoviemom

Slow Down, Start Again From The Beginning by Cassiecasyl

The Chasm Between by TheSleepingOwl

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Turn Back The Clock (And I'll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

Up Came The Sun by Whimsicalethnographies

Visiting Hours by Sara (Ctrsara)

Who Says You Can't Go Home by Peacockgirl

THE 2021/2022 FAVORITE

A Different Kind Of Heat by Katinamoon

But Only Hope and Sorrows End by iron_spider

Feathersoft by Katinamoon

Grief Has No Timeline by Sara (Ctrsara)

Hold On World You Don't Know What's Coming by Sandyk

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or Ais Don't Forget by Peacockgirl

Men Of Iron by Spdrman

One Of Those Weeks by Juiceontherocks

Prince Of The Forest by Tess_Moon

Sirens In My Mind by Olliecollie

Survivor's Guide To The Galaxy by Fanfic1892

The Long Game by Niniblack

The Love (And Other Things) You Inherit by Ironfidus

The Trouble With Being A Unicorn by Angelworks

There Is Always One Last Light To Turn Out by Kingdomfaraway

These Webs We Weave by SpaceCowboysFromMars

Through The Multiverse And What Peter Found There by Unctrlablyalt

Would You Still Love Me If... by Yellowsunflowerheart

#Irondad Creator Awards #Irondad Creator Awards 2023 #Iron Man #irondad #spider-man #spider son #Irondad and Spiderson #MCU #fanfic

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