The Peter Whump Dump Series

Words Echo Through My Head

A/N: Okay so, I wrote this fanfic way back in 2017 (when I was 17-years-old) and it was only my second published IronDad story at the time so when you read this, please keep that in mind 😅 Some extra notes before you read:

Peter, Tony and Steve are all extremely OOC in this story, and Peter acts much younger than his age because that's what the person who requested the story wanted. You can look at this as Non-Sexual Age-Play if you want, but it's not required to read or enjoy the story. 

Any rude or gross comments about any part of this story will be deleted and you will be blocked. I'm honestly kind of nervous to publish this fanfic because of that so just, please don't be disgusting.

 Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy and as always, thank you for reading and for all of your support! 💖🥰

Reminder: THIS IS NOT STARKER. EVER. 

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When Peter first meets Captain America, the sky is a dull gray, rain falling in sheets outside of the slightly foggy window.

It was a Saturday afternoon, the newly expanded Avengers Compound looming above both him and Tony as they pull into their usual parking spot, the tires crushing the rocks underfoot as water pours down. 

Leaning closer, the teen rests his head against the cool glass as he tries to fight down his anxiety, taking the extra few seconds to grab his backpack from the floor. His breathe makes the window cloud up, the rapid expanding of his chest signifying his nervousness. A hand on his shoulder startles him, and he jumps, turning around to face his dad as he begins to unbuckle.

"Are you sure you want to come in, darling?" Tony asks, dark eyes narrowing in concern as he takes in his child's trembling body and jerky movements. "I mean, I can always run in by myself and grab the blueprints. . . "

The 15-year-old shakes his head, his soulful brown eyes widening in alarm at the thought of his father leaving him here alone. 

Which is stupid, Peter thinks bitterly, it's not like I have never stayed in the car by myself. 

But still, the teen reaches over with shaking hands, gripping the billionaire's dark dress shirt as his spider senses begin to tingle. His dad frowns at the display, reaching over and pressing a kiss to his temple to try and soothe his son's raging nerves. Peter doesn't say anything, just leans into the touch with a small sigh.

The black glass separating Happy to both Starks is suddenly pulled up, the man's scowling face coming into view as he turns around.

"Are you guys going to get out anytime soon?" He asks, reaching over to unlock his own door when Tony glares at him.

"Give us a second, Hap. I am just making sure we have our umbrella. It took me 20 minutes to do my hair this morning and I don't think I can rock the wet cat look."

As he speaks, the billionaire leans down and grabs a purple umbrella from under his seat, handing it through to his grumbling driver through the window. Rolling his eyes, Happy shuts off the car, opening up his door, the large umbrella held out in front of him. 

It opens when a snap, Peter wincing at the sound as his senses spike, gripping his dad's shirt tighter as the pounding of the rain becomes louder. Tony watches the action with growing concern, running his hand through his son's hair as Happy opens their own door, the misty air filling up the car and causing drops of due to form on the leather seats.

"Are you sure you're okay, kiddo?" Tony asks quietly right before he exits, the sole of his dress shoe squishing in a puddle as he leans out.

Peter gives a jerky nod, finally releasing his hold on the man's shirt as he steps fully out. "I-I'm fine, Dad."