Contains:
-Irondad and Spiderson
-Fluff
-Negligible angst
-Field trips
-Identity reveals
-Internships
and most importantly
-FUNNY DISCLAIMERS
I FINALLY MADE THE COVER!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY :D
Requested by hazel_hlliu04 on ao3: omg this was so cute!! could u do a similar one with morgan and peter but like emphasis on the tony and peter father son relationship please?
Thank you for your request <3<3. And I refuse to believe that Morgan could ever hurt Peter and vice versa, so this'll not be too much angst since they're both geniuses and know the meaning of communication. And Tony Stark is a stubborn little shit.
TW: Sad Peter(not too much). Slight angst(y'all know by now how incredible I am at angst, right?). FLUFF. Lots of it at the end.
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(Morgan is 15, Peter is 25? I think yeah. Morgan goes to a prestigious all girls' school.) There are gonna be pictures in this chappie. I'm feeling very pictury.
"Mom, Dad, I have a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow," Morgan said, chewing on her spaghetti.
"Tomorrow?" Pepper exchanged a glance with Tony, "Sweetie, we had to get your Dad checked up tomorrow."
Morgan pouted a little but nodded, shrugging, "'S fine."
"Should we send Pete?" Tony asked after a moment, perking up.
"Yes," Morgan immediately said, grinning. She loved her older brother, but ever since he had been revealed as the heir of SI, he had been very busy.
"Done," Pepper said, smiling at Morgan's reaction, "He'll be there tomorrow."
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"Oi Stark, where are your mommy and daddy? Too busy for you?" Claire(no offense to any Claires), an immature bully shouted. Her mom and dad either didn't notice or didn't care about what she said. Morgan just rolled her eyes and turned away.
"Who's coming for you today though, Morgan?" Amelie, her best friend asked.
"Pete-"
"Surprise!"
Morgan jumped a little and turned around.
In front of her, stood her brother holding a cluster of gorgeous flowers.
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"Hello there angelo(angel)," Peter grinned.
"PETER," Morgan squealed and threw herself at him. Peter laughed and hugged her back just as tightly, gently swaying her.
"Are those-" Morgan gasped as she took the bouquet.
"Middlemist reds?" Peter smiled, running a hand through his curly hair, "Yes. I remember you ranting about wanting to paint them, il mio amore(my love), so I did some digging, literally and practically, and got them for you. And guess what?"
"What?" Morgan asked, already giddy with excitement.
Peter pulled out a small packet of seeds out of nowhere and shoved it in her hands.
