𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Iron Bonds

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → teasing, fluff, flushed! Peter

Summary →You ask Tony for an Iron suit, but when denied, you requested for Peter as your boyfriend instead.

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The compound was quiet for once, the hum of technology and occasional clanking of robotic arms the only sounds breaking the stillness. You were sprawled out on the couch in the living room, lazily flipping through channels on the TV, while Peter Parker, your best friend, sat cross-legged on the carpet floor. His head was bent over his web-shooter, fingers deftly adjusting tiny components with a screwdriver.

"Anything good on?" Peter asked without looking up, his brown curls bobbing slightly as he worked.

"Not really," you muttered, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. "Unless you count reruns of Downton Abbey as good."

Peter snorted softly, his focus still on the device in his hands. "Hey, don’t knock it. Aunt May loves that show. I think I’ve accidentally memorized most of season two by now."

Before you could reply, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Tony Stark appeared, dressed in his usual casual yet somehow stylish attire. He strolled into the open kitchen that overlooked the living room, heading straight for the coffee machine.

"Kids, don’t burn down my tower," he said casually, glancing over his shoulder.

"Can’t make any promises," you quipped, sitting up slightly.

Tony smirked as he grabbed a mug. "You, I believe. Peter? Not so much. Last time he touched my tech, I had to rewrite an entire AI script."

"Hey!" Peter protested, looking up with a sheepish grin. "That was one time! And I fixed it!"

"Sure you did, Underoos." Tony poured himself a cup of coffee, the aroma wafting through the air.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help grinning at their usual banter. Then, as an idea struck, you sat up straighter. "Hey, Dad?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee. "Uh-oh. That tone always means trouble."

"When am I getting my own Iron suit?" You asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably as excitement leaked into your voice.

Tony nearly choked on his drink, coughing dramatically. "How about never?"

You frowned. "Oh, come on, Dad! You gave Peter a suit, and you let him use your tech all the time, and he’s not even your kid."

"Exactly why he gets it. Less liability if something goes wrong," Tony shot back, smirking.

Peter, who had been quiet, mumbled under his breath, "Wow, I feel so safe."

Tony raised an eyebrow, shooting Peter a pointed look. "Hey, you're still alive, aren't you?"

"Debatable," Peter muttered, earning a small laugh from you, though you quickly crossed your arms and muttered, "Still not fair."

Tony leaned against the kitchen counter, giving you a pointed look. "Look, you can ask for anything else, and I’ll consider it. But no Iron suit. End of story."

You tilted your head, pretending to think hard. "Anything else?"

"Anything within reason," Tony clarified, narrowing his eyes.

"Hmmm..." You paused dramatically, your gaze shifting to Peter, who was back to fiddling with his web-shooter. A mischievous smile spread across your face. "Can I have Peter as my boyfriend?"

Peter froze. His screwdriver clattered to the floor as he looked up at you with wide eyes, his face rapidly turning as red as his suit. "W-what?!"

Tony blinked once, then twice, before setting his coffee cup down with exaggerated calm. "What color suit do you want?"

"Seriously?!" You deadpanned, throwing your hands up in disbelief.

Peter, still struggling to breathe, looked between the two of you. "Wait, wait, what’s happening? Did you just—did she—?"

"Relax, Spiderling," Tony said, waving him off. "I’d rather build her a suit that might destroy half the city than deal with the emotional turmoil of a teenage romance."

You groaned. "Dad, you’re so dramatic."

"And you’re my kid, so genetically you're dramatic too," Tony quipped, grabbing his coffee again.

Peter, still red-faced, finally managed to find his voice. "Uh, just for the record, Mr. Stark, I wasn’t—uh—I didn’t—"

"Relax, kid," Tony interrupted. "I’m just messing. Sort of."

You rolled your eyes, nudging Peter with your foot. "Breathe, Parker. It’s not like I proposed or something."

Peter let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, right. Totally. Just...friendly teasing. Haha."

Tony smirked at Peter’s flustered state, then turned back to you. "Alright, joke’s over. No Iron suit, no boyfriend. Anything else?"

"Fine," you grumbled. "But this conversation isn’t over."

Tony chuckled, heading toward his lab. "Oh, I think it is."

As soon as he was out of earshot, Peter turned to you, his face still a little pink. "Why would you say that?!"

You shrugged, a sly grin on your lips. "What? I thought it was funny."

"Funny?!" Peter hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you know how terrifying your dad is?"

"Relax, Peter," you said, leaning back on the couch. "If anything, this proves you’re in his good books. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have joked about it."

Peter groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I’m never coming over again."

"Yes, you are," you replied confidently.

And, despite his embarrassment, you knew he absolutely would.

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