Scattered One-Shots

Peter and Father's Day

In honour of it being Father's Day in Australia, here's a one shot because this author has daddy issues and has nothing better to do on this day but write fanfiction.

Peter wasn't prepared. He never was, to be fair. His whole life he'd never felt prepared. He wasn't prepared when his parents died, he wasn't prepared when he got bit by that spider, and he wasn't prepared when uncle Ben died. But the thing is, out of all the things Peter wasn't prepared for, he never would have guessed it would be this.

Allowing another father figure into his life. Parker luck was, after all, out to get him. Peter knew better than to assume all his relatives were safe. He knew better than to assume all his friends were safe. Because Peter knew, he knew it as fact, that anyone close to him is always in immediate danger of dying. For the plot, as his generation might say.

But then again, there's something different about this father figure.

"Alright Underoos, lets take a break." Mr Stark said, straightening up from the Ironman gauntlet he'd been working on for the past half hour. "How do you feel about cheeseburgers?"

"Sure, cheeseburgers sound great!" Peter responded, setting his pen down and standing up from the chair, stretching. He'd been finishing off his homework, given that he never got a chance to do it earlier in the week because he kept having to abandon academic responsibility for superhuman ones. Saving a construction worker from falling to his death, breaking up a bar fight, stopping a dog from being run over.

Tony and Peter left the lab and took the elevator up to the penthouse together, Peter talking enthusiastically about the latest idea he'd had for his web shooters. Tony just nodded along, smiling down at the kid fondly.

You see, if Peter's new father figure was the Tony Stark, aka Ironman, then Peter was pretty confident that Parker Luck ™️ couldn't even touch him! Peter was starting to think that having Tony as his father-figure might just be the best possible outcome.

But just because it was happening (long weekends spent at Avenger's tower, his own room in the tower, movie nights, lab sessions, private dinners with Mr Stark and Miss Potts) doesn't mean that Peter felt prepared. He felt scared, scared that something would happen to Mr Stark anyway, but also scared that Mr Stark didn't care about Peter that way. Could Peter risk it?

"Pete?"

Peter looked up at his name, and found Tony staring at him. He flushed, embarrassed. "Sorry, Mr Stark, what did you say? I zoned out." And it was true, Peter didn't even notice that he was now sitting at the kitchen counter with a plate of cheeseburgers in front of him. He didn't even remember the elevator stopping.

"I asked if you were ok, kid. You've been a bit spacey today." Tony responded patiently, looking concerned. It warmed Peter's heart to know that Tony at least cared a little bit.

"Oh, sorry, Mr Stark I'm just..." Peter paused. He didn't want to lie to Tony and say he was just tired. Because sure, Peter had stayed up to three am that morning patrolling, but he'd been so spacey because it was father's today tomorrow, and he was losing his mind. "I've got a few things on my mind." He admitted.
Tony gave Peter a reassuring smile. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, Pete. Want to watch a movie and get your mind off things?"
God, he read Peter like a book. "Sure, Mr Stark!" Peter grinned. "Can I pick?"
"Nothing too crazy, bambi, if you start crying again..."
"That was one time!" Peter pouted dramatically as they moved into the living room, Peter carrying his plate of cheeseburgers (Tony always fed Peter's metabolism).
"Whatever you say," Tony teased. Peter threw a cushion at him lightly, and Tony stuck his tongue out in retaliation, to which Peter gasped at dramatically.
Eventually, Peter settled on the LEGO movie much to Tony's dissatisfaction (he didn't really mind, truthfully, he'd watch paint dry if it meant he was watching it with Peter), and the two settled in to watch the movie.

Peter fell asleep a few hours later, about half an hour into Ratatouille. Tony felt a pressure on his side and looked down to see Peter asleep against him. Tony smiled, warmth spreading within him as he looked at the kid. He put his arm around Peter and gestured for Friday to lower the volume of the tv, before he closed his eyes and let sleep take him (for once).

An hour later Pepper came in from her last meeting of the day, ready to relax. She walked into the living room, seeing the faint glow from the tv, and was about to call for Tony because I don't care that you're a billionaire, you have to be mindful of power. Yes I know the tower is run by a renewable energy, it's the principle that matters! But then she says two heads poking up from the couch, and she closes her mouth. She smiles, walking closer to see both of them asleep.
They looked so peaceful, which was rare for Tony, and she couldn't find it in herself to break that, so she turned the tv off, made herself a cup of coffee, and sat in the kitchen to catch up on sone emails for an hour, before she finally put the tablet away and went to bed, casting one last glance at her boys as she did.

The next morning, Peter woke to the feeling of fingers being run though his hair. "Hey, Petey. Want some pancakes? Made by Pepper!" Tony greeted him.
Peter stretched, letting out a sleepy yawn. "Hey mr dad, that sounds great, imma shower first though." He said, getting up from the couch and wandering sleepily down there hall before he could realise what he'd said, leaving a wide-eyed Tony in the living room. He looked over his shoulder at Pepper, who was smiling at him.
Tony grinned, unable to hide his joy at hearing Peter call him that.

Peter's eyes snapped open in the shower, "Oh my god!"
I called him Dad.

Short and sweet. I'm tired it's past 2 am. This is not edited.