His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓

Tony's Overprotective Mode

It had only been a few days since the big announcement, but things had already shifted drastically in Stark Tower. Peter and MJ’s lives, once filled with the usual chaos and laughter, now had a new layer of concern wrapped around it—specifically, from Tony Stark.

Tony had gone into full overprotective mode. The moment he found out MJ was pregnant, it seemed like every other thought he had was focused on keeping her safe, comfortable, and... well, mostly out of harm's way.

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MJ had been trying to do some light work from the kitchen, making herself a sandwich. She knew she was supposed to be resting, but she wasn’t one to just sit around all day. After a long morning of meetings and a few hours of talking to her professors about her leave of absence, she needed something to keep her busy.

But no sooner had she taken the bread out of the pantry than Tony appeared at the doorway, looking more frantic than usual.

“MJ! What are you doing?” Tony demanded, his voice full of panic. “You need to be resting. No more running around like you're not carrying my future grandchild!”

MJ, trying to hide her exasperation, sighed and placed the bread down on the counter. “Tony, I’m just making a sandwich. I’m fine.”

Tony crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at her. “No, you’re not. You’ve been up for hours. You need to take it easy! Rest is important for the baby’s health. Did you eat breakfast? Did you take your vitamins?” His eyes moved to the countertop, looking for any signs that MJ was following his orders.

Peter walked into the kitchen just in time to witness the scene unfold. He immediately raised an eyebrow, glancing at Steve, who had been standing by the door with a slightly exasperated look on his face.

Tony was being... well, Tony. But this was a level of overprotectiveness they hadn't seen before.

MJ turned to Peter, her expression a mix of exhaustion and amusement. “I’m just trying to get some food. I can’t even make a sandwich without him hovering.”

Peter gave a playful shrug, though he wasn’t as amused as he let on. “I don’t know what you expected. Dad’s in full overdrive mode.”

Steve, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally spoke up. “Tony, you need to chill. She’s fine. MJ’s not exactly a glass doll.”

But Tony wasn’t having it. “I’m just looking out for my family, Steve,” he muttered, his tone defensive. He turned back to MJ, now reaching for the sandwich she had made, pulling it away gently. “You don’t need this. How about you sit down and let me get you some soup? Something light.”

MJ’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Soup? Tony, I’m pregnant, not sick!”

“I’m just making sure you’re eating well!” Tony snapped back, now moving around the kitchen at lightning speed. “You need proper nutrition. You’re eating for two now!”

Peter and Steve exchanged a look. It was one of those "here we go again" moments.

Steve sighed, walking over to Tony. “You’re overdoing it, Tony. MJ’s capable of taking care of herself, you know.”

Tony spun around to face him. “Steve, she’s carrying my grandchild! I’m not taking any chances. I’m doing everything I can to ensure they’re both healthy.”

Peter felt like he was watching an ongoing loop of the same conversation they’d had a thousand times before, only now with the added bonus of Tony’s obsession with the baby. He loved his dad, but sometimes it felt like no one else got a word in edgewise when it came to “baby Stark” and what was best for the little one.

“I’m just saying... you don’t have to act like she’s fragile,” Peter added with a small smirk. He tried to lighten the mood, but Tony wasn’t having it.

“I’m not saying she’s fragile,” Tony replied, his voice serious. “But she’s carrying my grandchild. That’s not something I take lightly. And as much as I love you, Peter, I don’t trust anyone to take care of her as well as I can.”

MJ let out an exaggerated sigh, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs. “This is insane.”

Peter sat next to her, shaking his head. “You don’t have to tell me. But we’re kinda stuck with it.”

MJ glanced at Steve, who was standing nearby with a hand on his forehead, clearly at his wit’s end. He and Tony had been together for years, but even Steve couldn’t seem to stop Tony’s overprotectiveness. All he could do was let it play out.

“You know what, I’m not even going to fight him on this,” MJ said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “I’ll just let him make his soup... and his ‘special baby smoothies’ that he thinks are good for me.”

“Exactly!” Tony said proudly, already halfway to the fridge. “And don’t think I’m not getting those pregnancy pillows for you, either. Comfort is key, MJ.”

MJ shot Peter a glance, her eyes twinkling with the frustration that they both knew too well. “See? This is why I can’t leave him alone for five minutes.”

Peter chuckled, rubbing her shoulder. “I know. It’s like living with a helicopter parent.”

“Hey, it’s for your own good!” Tony called from the fridge, oblivious to the banter. “I’ll have everything ready in no time. Rest. I’m serious. I’ll make sure you don’t lift a finger.”

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As the day went on, the pattern continued. Tony made sure MJ was eating, resting, and doing absolutely nothing. The rest of the Avengers had learned to give Tony space to “mother hen” MJ as much as he wanted, even though it was starting to get a little ridiculous.

Later, while MJ was lying down on the couch, Steve leaned over to Peter and whispered, “This is why I love Tony. But I also think he’s about to drive you crazy.”

Peter smiled wryly, nodding. “If it gets any worse, I might start taking over the kitchen myself.”

Steve grinned. “Good luck with that. Tony’s pretty territorial when it comes to his grandkid.”

Peter laughed. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

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The day ended with Tony making his famous “baby-friendly” smoothies for MJ, and even though they all tried to remain calm and collected, it was clear that their lives were going to be a bit different from now on. Tony was going to be extra protective of MJ and the baby, and no amount of arguing was going to change that.

As MJ finally managed to get some sleep that night, Peter sat by her side, shaking his head but smiling. “I know you’re getting a little overwhelmed, but we’ll get through this together. You and me.”

MJ turned her head slightly, smiling at him. “You’re right. We’ll make it work.”

Peter smiled back, his heart full of love. They were in this together—no matter how overprotective Tony was, or how chaotic life got. And with their family by their side, they could handle anything.