Spiderson-Irondad One-Shots (PAUSED)

Green Smoke

Authors Rant- I mean, Authors Note: (ITS IMPORTANT PLEASE READ IT 🙏)

I REWROTE THIS AS OF APRIL TWENTY-NINTH, 2024!
IF YOU HAVE READ IF BEFORE THAT DATE PLEASE RE-READ!

-flangst concoction
-after ffh before nwh
-infinity war and all that good stuff happened but no one died. i say no one and not just 'tOnY' because NAT, VISION, GAMORA AND SO MANY OTHER HEROES GOT GOT OR TURNED INTO OLD GEEZERS. lookin' at you steeb
-oh yeah, mysterio (the lil turd he is) never revealed our precious baby's identity to every cuz *activates best J.J.J. impersonation* SPIDER-MAN IS NOT A MENACE!
-Everyone lives at Stark Tower (YES, MAY TOO)

:Peter's POV:

"Hey, Pete?"

I spin my chair around to see my mentor looking at me with big, brown eyes.

"Yeah D- Mr. Stark?" SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS IN MY SOUP I ALMOST SAID DAD.

(Yep. That's a Rauru original right there)

He looks at me in a questioning manner for a moment and I just smile awkwardly. He shakes it off; continuing with what he was gonna say. "Have you met Sam Wilson?"

"Who?"

He groans exaggeratedly and leans his chair back quite a bit that he will probably tip over if he goes any further. "The Falcon."

Gears are turning. They're clickity clacking. Almost... almost... AH HAH! "Yes! I have! I don't think that he likes me very much though..."

I can see the anger and confusion in Mr. Starks eyes. "What!? Who couldn't lo- like you!?"

Aww! He does love me! I don't care that he won't admit it! He does!

"Remember the falling out with Cap?"

He visibly shudders but quickly masks it. "Yeah? Why?"

I uncomfortably play with my fingers. "Well... I might've- maybe- kinda- sorta- completely webbed him and Mr. Bucky totheairportfloorandswungaway."

Mr. Stark spits his water all over the Iron-Man chest plate he was previously working on; bursting out into a fit of laughter. "You did what!? -haha- I bet the looks on their faces -heave- were priceless! F.R.I.D.A.Y.!"

"Yes, Boss?"

"Pull the footage from May sixth, two-thousand sixteen!"

"Right away."

"Dang, you remembered the date!?"

He looks me, sternly, in the eyes. "I remember everything."

I laugh. "Uh huh. What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

"I don't like your tone, Young Man." He jokes. "Turkey sandwich with extra pickles-"

"You had gluten-free waffles, Boss."

"-gluten-free waffles!" My mentor states matter-of-factly whilst snapping his fingers.

I just snort and roll my chair closer to him while we watch the footage.

"Underoos!"