I'm Spiderson To Your Irondad! (Oneshots)

Living My Best Life

The Spider scaled up the tower and quietly crawled in through his window. The spiderling then went to freshen up, before putting on his best pajamas. After putting away his suit and unpacking his schoolbag, he headed to his father's room. How does he know this you may ask?. After Peter started staying over most school nights, the billionaire decided to finally fix his sleep schedule so whenever the kid needed him after a nightmare or just waking up or anything, he'd be in bed, ready to get comfy with his kid and go to sleep.

Peter had to admit, it was honestly heartwarming to see someone do this just for him. Specially a FATHER FIGURE which he severely lacked before meeting Tony. He slowly opened the genius's bedroom door to find him actually asleep. Huh. The older was on his back so the spiderling took the opportunity to tiptoe upto the bed and carefully climb over him before he collapsed.

He couldn't even adjust properly before he heard a small "Peter" come from his father figure. And a second later two strong arms were wrapping around his torso, Tony turned around to his side with his kid crushed against his chest like a teady bear. At this point Peter might as well be one. Maybe a spider plushi."my kid, mine"the older whispered, arms tightening around the smaller male. Peter sighed.

This was awesome. Finally cuddles and good sleep. He loved it when his supposed parent was overprotective of him, but not in a way that restricts his freedom. All of Tony's antics goes towards anyone else who is planning on harming Peter. And whenever Tony says to anyone or to Peter about being his kid or his, the spiderling just melts into a puddle.

It felt good when someone you have looked upto ever since you were small claims you to be their kid. Peter always wanted to be someone's kid. He doesn't remember his parents. Maybe that's why he feels overwhelmingly safe whenever Tony uses his 'my kid, my child, my son, my spider baby' phrases and so on and on. And Peter understood. The older, after loosing so many people he loved, was bound to be this protective. With these thoughts circling around his head, the younger fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning he woke up to an empty bed and a letter placed on the pillow next to him.

'Good Morning bud,
I have a meeting at 9, I really don't wanna go but PEPPER MADE ME!!, *CRIES DRAMATICALLY*. OH THE PAIN!. SHE MADE ME LEAVE MY CHILD ALONE!. But anyways, me being the genius I am made you breakfast!. Yaaay!. You can pay me with additional cuddle time. So fun!. I'll be back before 3 in the afternoon. I love you so much sweetheart. Take care baby.
From,
Tony 💙'

Peter smiled and hugged the letter close to his chest, falling back to bed. Sometimes he felt bad for Flash. After that one time where he saw his parents at parents teachers day, he didn't think they were even near the good parent scale. Maybe even minus. Time's like these are were where he felt grateful to the universe. Tony was awesome. And he was living proof that even with a lot of responsibilities and work to do, you can still take care of your loved ones. He got up and and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After taking a bath and getting dressed he headed to the dining room. Sure enough there was an average size box chilling in the oven, being monitored by FRIDAY."Good Morning FRI!"He chirped."Good Morning mini boss, your breakfast will be warmed up in five minutes"FRIDAY greeted."okk!.
Thank you!"."you're most welcome". After his breakfast was ready, Peter took it out and made himself comfortable on the living room.

He turned on the TV and almost squealed. The new wolf spider documentary was finally out. He had been dying to watch it. He gasped when he opened his lunch box. What the hell was wrong with Tony?. When did he have time to make all these?. There were five different sections and it was FILLED with food he loved. The first one had at least ten mini pancakes stacked on top of eachother and divided into two mountains with five pancakes in each. The second section had raspberries, blueberries and strawberries cut into pieces. The third section had two small syrup bottles. Goldden Syrup and chocolate syrup. The forth one had some friend bacon strips and finally, the fifth one had gummy bears.

This was so much.. Peter felt his eyes fill with tears. So much effort and time.. and all for him?. He smiled. He'll pay Tony with additional cuddles. Just like he asked. The spiderling checked the time."three hours before Tony comes. I have time to call Ned"he muttered, and with that the younger spent nearly an hour talking with his best friend. He didn't realize it but he was starting to feel sleepy again. He decided to give in and fell asleep on the couch.

"-Eter, baby?. Wake up kiddo"Peter opened his blurry eyes and he met his father's brown ones, all warm and goey, looking at him like he's gold. He probably (OBVIOUSLY, DEFINITELY, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT POSITIVELY) was gold in his father's eyes."There you go Bambino, come on, up you go"the older cooed as the spiderling struggled to sit up.

He grumbled sleepily as he pushed the genius onto the couch before climbing over him to settle down on his chest. The billionaire chuckled, clearly amused."breakfast was delicious, here's additional cuddles"Peter murmured into the cruck of the older. Tony barked out a laugh. He wrapped his arms around the smaller and squeezed tightly.

"mmhm.. alright Mr. Parker, your payment is accepted"the genius snorted."It's Stark now Tony.. I'm yours now. Your kid".Sleepy Peter had no filter. And that was great. Because now Tony was having a Peter sized heart attack."aww.. kiddo. I love you so much son, don't ever change"Tony muttered, trying to hide his tears but failing to do so."I'll never change. Will always love you. Always love my dad"Peter murmured as he fell asleep Again. Tony definitely did NOT cry into his son's hair. Nope, nu uh, no, nada, never.(He totally did).

"I'm living my best life with you kiddo"