The atmosphere in Stark Tower was heavy with anxiety as Harley paced back and forth in the living room, running his fingers through his hair. Morgan sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, biting her nails—a habit she only fell back on in moments of extreme worry.
“They should’ve been back by now,” Morgan muttered, her voice shaky. “What if something happened?”
“Don’t think like that,” Harley replied, though his tone betrayed his own fears. “It’s Peter, MJ, and the Avengers. They’ll handle it.”
Morgan hugged a pillow tightly. “But what if—”
The sound of the elevator dinging cut her off. Both she and Harley turned toward the entrance as the doors slid open. Relief washed over them when they saw Tony, Steve, and Peter walk in, followed by MJ carrying the twins, who were peacefully asleep in her arms.
Morgan shot up from the couch, running straight to MJ. “Oh, thank God! Are you okay? Are the babies okay?”
MJ smiled weakly, her exhaustion evident but her relief stronger. “We’re fine, Morgan. They’re fine. Everyone’s okay.”
Harley followed, his eyes darting between Peter and MJ, then landing on the twins. “Are you sure? No scratches? No bruises?”
Peter gave a tired chuckle, ruffling Harley’s hair. “We’re all good, Harley. Thanks to everyone’s quick action.”
Morgan carefully reached for one of the babies, and MJ handed her Joey. Morgan cradled her nephew as if he were the most fragile thing in the world. “I was so scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “When Natasha and Sam took you from college, we didn’t know what to think.”
Harley peered over her shoulder, his protective nature shining through. “If anything had happened to them, I swear—”
“Nothing happened,” Steve interrupted, his calming presence settling the room. “The twins are safe, MJ is safe, and the Vulture is back where he belongs.”
Tony placed a reassuring hand on Harley’s shoulder. “And we’ll make sure it stays that way. No one’s getting through our defenses again.”
Harley exhaled, finally letting go of the tension he’d been holding onto. “Good. Because if anyone tries, they’ll have to go through me too.”
Morgan kissed Joey’s forehead, her heart finally at ease. “You’re safe now, little guy. And so are you, Max,” she said, glancing at the baby still in MJ’s arms.
MJ smiled softly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you, both of you, for worrying so much. But we’re really okay.”
Tony cleared his throat. “Alright, everyone. Let’s get these babies settled. And you,” he pointed at Peter, “need to get some rest before you collapse.”
Peter grinned sheepishly. “I’m fine, Mr.—I mean, Dad. Just tired.”
As they all moved to the nursery, the tension in the Tower melted away, replaced by the warmth of family. Harley and Morgan took turns holding the twins while MJ sat nearby, her head leaning on Peter’s shoulder. Tony and Steve watched from the doorway, their faces reflecting a mixture of pride and relief.
“This family’s been through a lot today,” Steve said softly.
Tony nodded. “Yeah, but we came out stronger. That’s what matters.”
Harley turned to them, a determined look on his face. “We’ll protect them, all of them, no matter what.”
Morgan nodded in agreement. “No one messes with the Starks and gets away with it.”
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His Protective Dad Completed ✓
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...
