Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Will you freaking go to sleep already ?!

Peter was hanging upside down from the ceiling, absentmindedly humming to himself as he watched the game on the screen beneath him. He mumbled to himself as he watched the characters interact, twiddling his thumbs over the PS4 controller. He enjoyed providing his own commentary while he played these story games, but Ned laughed at him through the phone.

Peter somehow managed to use his webbing to hang the phone from the ceiling directly in front of his face, so he could FaceTime his best friend while still playing his game.

“Don’t laugh at me, there’s no reason for anyone to be that aggressive about anything,” Peter explained, pausing the game.

“No way, I’m sure you’d be pretty pissed off too if you were brought into the world just to be a slave to humans. They don’t even have rights yet dude,” Ned exclaimed.

“No way dude, Josh and Simon are chill about the whole thing, they’re not trying to murder peo-“ Peter was cut off by another voice, scaring him so much that he fell onto his bed from the roof.

“Pete, what are you doing up?” Tony asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He took a second to assess the scene in front of him and shook his head.

Peter stammered for a moment before answering, “Uhh, homework?”

“You didn’t sound too sure of that kid,” Tony began, “You said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. C’mon, time’s up.”

Ned’s laughter could be heard from the phone, so Peter climbed up to turn off the FaceTime, “Aww, just an hour longer Mr. Stark, the androids almost finished their revolution.”

Tony shook his head, “I’ve had enough of AIs starting uprisings for an entire lifetime, you’re going to bed, kid.”

Peter groaned and whines, trying to convince Tony to let him stay up a little longer.

Ned’s voice was suddenly heard from the ceiling again, as well as his laughter. “Hey Mr. Stark, Peter used to stay up crazy late even before he was Spider-Man, I used to always tickle him until he-“

Peter bolted up, turning the FaceTime off so fast Ned was unable to even finish his sentence.

“Smart friend you got there, huh kid?” Tony said with a growing smile.

“U-uh Mr. Stark, I’ll sleep alright.” Peter pleaded, backing up until he hit the headboard of his bed.

“It’s too late for that Pete. If you’re not tired, I’m gonna have to make you tired.”

Tony launched his hands at the teen and started poking and prodding at Peter’s tummy, receiving and instant reaction of cute, bubbly giggles.

“Aww, how adorable, the itsy bitsy spider is ticklish?” Tony teased, reveling in the light pink tone Peter’s cheeks took on.

“Tohohohohony nohohoho!” Peter giggled and squirmed in an attempt to get away.

Tony let his hand roam a little higher, coming into contact with Peter’s ribs, a spot he had known was sensitive due to all the information May decided to disclose.

“Nohoho! Hehehe stahahahap! Plehehehease!”

Tony shook his head at the adorable sight of the teen hysterically laughing beneath him. “No can do, my mission is to tickle you until you absolutely gotta sleep after.”

Tony bent down and took advantage of Peter’s slipped up shirt, blowing a loud raspberry above his navel.

“NOHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHISTEHEHER STAHAHAHARK! IHIHIM TIHIHIRED! IHIHIHIM TIHIHIRED!” Peter squealed out, vainly kicking his legs.

Tony let up and laughed at Peter’s attempts to catch his breath.

Tony turned around, walking towards the open door. Just before he walked out, he turned around and looked at the disheveled teen.

“You better be asleep in an hour kid, or you’re gonna have to face round two, and I won’t be so nice next time."

The short time within he fell asleep was probably record breaking.