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They Call It 'Puppy Love' (PP)

Author: starknik22

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, swearing, one mention of nudes, one mention of a dog boner (yeah i have no idea tbh), it's mostly just fluffy fluff :)

"Fine!" Bruce yelled, whipping around to face the boy bouncing on his feet behind him, "you can use the big lab, just don't—like touch anything."

"But I need to touch things if I'm going to make a lightsaber—" Peter pointed out.

"Don't touch my important things." Bruce clarified, "Now go before I change my mind."

"Yes sir!" Peter cheered before running off to the elevators.

Your birthday was coming up, and you always expressed how badly you wanted real lightsabers. The 'take your face off' kind, not the kid-proof holographic ones your dad made you last year. And Peter being the best 'friend-zoned, but wanting to be more so he'll get you gifts to impress you' friend there is, decided to make some, but the lab Tony gifted him for his birthday last year was too small, and he accidentally blew it up. So, after some heavy convincing and a few light threats, Bruce gave him the keycard to the main lab.

When Peter entered, he immediately set to work on what chemicals he would need to reach the desired effect of 'melt your face off', as you so diplomatically described it. In the end, he went with a mixture of acids and a heavy base to counteract any burns he might accidentally get from this procedure.

He worked for nearly four hours non-stop on the handle and the controls. When he finally decided to take a break, he reached over to the desk to grab his glass of water. However, as soon as the liquid hit his lips, it tasted a lot more like... juice? He didn't get to ponder it much longer though when he was suddenly knocked out cold.

"Tony!" Bruce chased after the suited man, "I swear the kid told me he had those pictures of me! If those get leaked—"

"Then it'll be hilarious." Tony laughed, recalling the one Christmas party Bruce hulked-out... in the bedroom.

"That's so embarrassing," Bruce whined, "make him delete them."

"I'll do you one better," Tony said as the two walked to the lab, "I'll have the kid send them to me and then he can delete them."

"How's that any better?!"

"I'm way more technologically efficient than that kid. I'm pretty sure he sent his nudes by accident once, but I couldn't tell 'cus it was blurry."

Bruce scowled in disgust at the thought, "Whatever, just go make him delete—"

The two were interrupted by yipping and yapping coming from behind the glass doors, the sound of muffled scratching filling their ears.

Bruce's eyes widened, "Shit! My puppy potion!"

"You're what?"

"I made a potion to turn me into a puppy because I wanted to see what it would be like to be a dog."

"That's kinda fucked up, I think?" Tony said, finally opening the door, only for the two to be met with papers thrown around everywhere, chewed-up cords, and a pile of poop in the corner.

"Aw, shit." Tony frowned, seeing the mess. "Well, where's the—"

He was cut off by a ball of brown fluff hurling towards him. He caught the puppy, well um—he caught Peter, just as he began to lick and nip at Tony's nose.

"Gah! Stop licking me!" He groaned in disgust.

"Aw, shit, he's really cute." Bruce frowned, "Now I have to go make more."