Peter couldn’t shake the feeling that today was different. It was a gut feeling he’d grown accustomed to trusting, though he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Maybe it was the way the morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows a little brighter than usual, or how Morgan seemed extra animated, laughing at everything—even Tony’s notoriously bad dad jokes. Whatever it was, Peter felt lighter, more present, and decided to enjoy the unexpected warmth of the day.
After breakfast, Peter, Morgan, MJ and Harley decided to head to the local park—a rare, laid-back escape from the fast-paced life they were used to at Stark Tower. Tony, in a surprisingly laid-back mood himself, offered to drop them off, taking it as a chance to spend time with his kids in a more normal setting.
Once they arrived, Peter was met with the familiar smells of fresh grass and the sound of children’s laughter echoing from the playground. He couldn’t help but smile with MJ as he watched Morgan race over to the swings, calling Harley to join her.
For a while, they just laughed and played, with Peter giving Morgan the occasional push on the swings while MJ just say there and was drawing in her sketch book and Harley attempted some daring stunts on the jungle gym, much to Tony's amused horror. But amidst the fun, Peter felt something else—something simple but profound.
These weren’t moments built around battles or missions, around saving lives or solving the next crisis. They were just… moments. Ordinary yet irreplaceable.
After a while, they decided to explore the small vendor stands lining the park, with Tony buying each of them a warm pretzel. As they munched, Morgan spotted a street artist sketching caricatures and immediately dragged everyone over. Soon, the artist was drawing a lively picture of the four of them: Peter, wide-eyed and grinning, Morgan with her hands on her hips like a little superhero, Harley pulling a funny face and MJ was just standing normally, while her hands were on Peter's shoulder.
When the artist handed over the sketch, Tony smiled, studying each detail. “This is a keeper,” he said, folding it carefully before slipping it into his coat pocket.
As the sun began to dip, casting golden hues across the park, Peter found himself sitting on a bench beside Tony, Morgan resting her head on Tony’s shoulder, MJ was sitting silently beside Morgan, while Harley tried to catch fireflies nearby. Peter glanced at Tony, the man who’d guided him through so much and who somehow always knew the right thing to say.
“Dad,” Peter began, his voice soft. “Thanks for days like this. I know things get… complicated sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade any of this.”
Tony put an arm around Peter, giving him a light squeeze. “I wouldn’t trade it either, kiddo. Even superheroes need days off, you know. Remember that.”
They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the world around them and the bond that held them together. And in that quiet, Peter felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—a true sense of peace. Because, no matter how intense life got, he knew he had a family that made every challenge, every hurdle, worth facing.
As they stood to head home, Peter looked back at the park one last time, committing every detail to memory. This was the kind of day he’d hold onto, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there would always be moments of calm.
And with his heart full and his family by his side, Peter knew he could take on anything the world threw his way.
As they began the walk back to the car, Morgan spotted a small ice cream cart, her eyes lighting up. “Dad! Ice cream!” she exclaimed, pulling Tony’s hand toward it.
Tony chuckled, glancing over at Peter and Harley. “Alright, looks like dessert’s on me. What’ll it be?”
Morgan chose a colorful swirl with sprinkles, Harley went for a classic cone, and Peter, after a moment’s hesitation, settled on mint chocolate chip—his favorite. Tony even got one for himself, indulging in a rare treat with his kids. MJ didn't take any ice-cream as she don't want to have it.
They strolled back, ice cream in hand, savoring the simple sweetness of the moment. Peter glanced over at Tony, noticing a bit of melted ice cream dripping down his dad’s hand. Before he knew it, Peter was laughing—actually laughing—as Tony tried to keep his ice cream from making a mess.
“What’s so funny, kid?” Tony asked, feigning offense but clearly amused.
“Just… you. Like, the Tony Stark, famous billionaire, genius… battling an ice cream cone.”
Tony snorted. “Everyone has their battles, Peter. Mine just happen to involve dessert today.”
They all laughed, and as they reached the car, Tony tossed the empty cones into a nearby trash can. Before they got in, he paused, looking at each of them in turn.
“Alright, team,” he said, taking on a mock-serious tone. “It’s been a big day of… park adventures, ice cream battles, and questionable jungle gym stunts. But don’t forget—you’re my team, and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
Peter felt a warm surge of gratitude as he met Tony’s gaze. “And we wouldn’t trade you either, Dad.”
With that, they piled into the car, each one settling into their seats, the warmth of the day lingering. Peter leaned back, watching the city lights flash by as they drove, his heart full. He knew that moments like these were rare, precious—ones he’d carry with him, no matter how challenging life became.
And as they neared home, Peter’s mind wandered to the future. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but he knew one thing for sure: he was ready, as long as he had his family by his side.
When they arrived back at Stark Tower, the familiar glow of the city lights reflected against the towering structure. Tony led them through the entrance, and F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted them with a cheerful, “Welcome back, Mr. Stark, Peter, Morgan, MJ and Harley.”
Morgan yawned, leaning against Peter as they waited for the elevator. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and feeling a wave of protectiveness. Being her big brother was a role he cherished, one that helped ground him when everything else seemed so chaotic.
As they reached their floor, Harley suggested a movie night, and the idea was met with enthusiastic nods from both Peter and Morgan. They all settled into the cozy den, grabbing blankets and pillows, and Peter was grateful to just be with his family, doing something as ordinary as watching a movie.
Tony put on an old sci-fi film, and soon the room filled with laughter, commentary, and jokes about the outdated special effects. Halfway through, Peter noticed Tony glance over at him with a soft, reflective look in his eyes. It was a look Peter had come to recognize—one that held a mixture of pride and fatherly love, the same look Tony often gave when he thought Peter wasn’t watching.
After the movie ended, Morgan had already dozed off, nestled between Harley and Peter, who exchanged smiles as they carefully lifted her and tucked her into bed. Tony leaned against the doorway, watching with a warm smile as they quietly retreated from Morgan’s room.
As they walked down the hallway, Tony cleared his throat, pulling Peter aside. “Listen, kid, I know life can get overwhelming sometimes. You’ve got a lot on your shoulders, more than most people your age, and I don’t always say it, but… I’m proud of you, Peter.”
Peter felt a lump rise in his throat as he looked up at Tony. “Thanks, Dad. I… I know it’s not always easy with everything going on. But having you, Morgan, Harley, and everyone else… it makes it all worth it.”
Tony nodded, ruffling Peter’s hair one last time. “Good. Just remember, no matter how tough things get, you’ve got us. We’re your team, and we’re in this together.”
Peter smiled, feeling the familiar warmth of Tony’s reassurance. “I’ll remember, Dad. Always.”
With that, they headed back to their rooms, and as Peter lay in bed that night, he replayed the day’s memories over and over, letting each small moment fill him with strength. He knew life was never going to be simple—not for him, not for Tony, or anyone in their family. But he was ready for whatever came next, because with his family by his side, he felt invincible.
As he drifted off to sleep, one final thought crossed his mind, a quiet, simple promise to himself: No matter what, he would protect this family, this life they’d built together. Because in a world full of uncertainties, they were the one thing he knew he could always count on.
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FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
