𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Tangled Trouble

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → teasing

Summary → Tony loves to mess with Peter.

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You were warm and comfortable, your cheek resting on Peter’s bare chest as you slept soundly, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing lulling you deeper into your dream. His arm was wrapped around you, his fingers resting on your waist, and your legs were tangled together under the soft blanket. Peter’s heartbeat was steady, a calming rhythm that kept you in a peaceful sleep.

It was quiet, almost too quiet, but you and Peter were oblivious to the world outside your little bubble of warmth and comfort. You had no idea that the rest of the Avengers were already awake, gathered in the kitchen downstairs, enjoying breakfast and the occasional playful argument.

Steve sat at the head of the table, reading a newspaper like some sort of grandpa, while Sam and Bucky bickered over who got the last of the cereal.

"I saw it first, man," Sam said, grabbing the box from Bucky’s hand.

"Yeah, well, I’m stronger, so it’s mine," Bucky replied, yanking it back.

Natasha and Bruce were chatting softly at the other end of the table, ignoring the childish antics happening beside them. Tony, on the other hand, was busy sipping his coffee, his eyes flicking to the empty seats. He furrowed his brow when he noticed that two people were missing.

“Has anyone seen my daughter and the spider?” Tony asked, setting his mug down with a frown.

“Probably still asleep,” Nat said with a smirk, “They were up late last night training.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “FRIDAY, where is my daughter and Parker?”

The AI responded promptly. “They’re still asleep, boss. Do you want me to wake them up?”

Tony stood from his chair, shaking his head. “No, no. I’ll go handle it.”

Natasha chuckled softly. “Handle it? Or give poor Peter a heart attack?”

Tony shot her a look. “He’s dating my daughter. He should be used to heart attacks by now.”

Without waiting for any more comments, Tony made his way upstairs, walking through the compound’s quiet halls until he reached your room. He knocked softly at first, but there was no response. Slowly, he opened the door and poked his head in, spotting the two of you still sound asleep, tangled up in each other.

You were curled up on Peter’s chest, wearing his oversized shirt, which looked ridiculously big on you. Your cotton shorts barely peeked out from under the fabric, and Peter, shirtless and only in sweatpants, had one arm around you protectively.

Tony sighed, a mixture of affection and exasperation filling his chest. He knew you and Peter had been dating for a while, and even though he’d accepted it, he still couldn’t resist messing with the kid. Seeing you two all tangled up in each other just made it too easy.

Tony leaned against the doorframe, taking a deep breath before he yelled loud enough to shake the walls.

"PARKER!"

Peter’s body jerked awake instantly, his arm tightening around you as his eyes flew open, heart racing. You, on the other hand, groaned softly, burying your face deeper into Peter’s chest, not yet fully awake.

Peter blinked, looking around wildly before his eyes landed on Tony standing at the door, a smirk on his face.

“M-Mr. Stark!” Peter stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “I, uh—this isn’t what it looks like!”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So my daughter isn’t using you as a human pillow right now?”

Peter flushed a deep red, struggling to untangle himself from you without waking you fully. You stirred, finally realizing what was happening, and rubbed your eyes sleepily, still not quite comprehending the situation.

“Dad?” You mumbled, sitting up slightly, though you were still half-asleep.

Tony crossed his arms, shaking his head with mock disapproval. “It’s 9 a.m., you two. Everyone’s downstairs having breakfast, and here you are, all cuddled up, sleeping in.”

Peter was frozen, unsure whether he should move or stay still. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, we just—uh—lost track of time.”

You groaned softly, leaning your head on Peter’s shoulder. “Dad, can’t we sleep a little longer?”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Peter, who gulped, still as tense as a board. “No can do, kiddo. Breakfast first, cuddles later.”

You sighed dramatically and finally sat up, blinking away the last traces of sleep. Peter hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting up beside you, his face still bright red.

“I’ll, uh, just get dressed,” Peter mumbled awkwardly, looking everywhere but at Tony.

Tony smirked, clearly enjoying Peter’s discomfort. “You do that, Parker. But remember—if you hurt my daughter, no amount of spider powers will save you.”

Peter nodded quickly. “Y-yes, sir. I—I won’t, sir.”

You rolled your eyes at your dad’s usual theatrics. “Dad, you’ve said that a thousand times.”

“And I’ll say it a thousand more if it keeps him on his toes,” Tony replied, winking at you. “Now hurry up and come down before Bucky eats all the food.”

With that, Tony turned and left the room, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Peter let out a long, shaky breath once the door closed. “I swear, your dad is going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

You laughed softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “You’ll be fine. He likes you, you know.”

Peter looked at you, wide-eyed. “He has a weird way of showing it.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “That’s just his way of saying you’re part of the family.”

Peter’s face softened, his nerves calming as he kissed the top of your head. “Well, if that’s what it takes to be part of your family, I guess I’ll survive.”

You laughed, the sound soft and full of warmth as you finally got up, stretching. “Come on, let’s go before Dad comes back with another lecture.”

Peter nodded, grabbing a shirt from the floor and pulling it on before following you out the door. The two of you made your way downstairs to the kitchen, where the rest of the team was still gathered.

As soon as you and Peter entered the room, all eyes were on you.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Natasha teased, giving you a knowing smile.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Peter. “Rough night, Parker?”

Peter blushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, no, we just overslept…”

Bucky smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Must’ve been real comfortable, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the teasing as you made your way to the table. “Can we please talk about something else?”

Tony, who had already taken his seat again, grinned as he sipped his coffee. “Oh, we’re definitely not letting this go anytime soon.”

Peter groaned softly, sitting down beside you as he tried to avoid the amused looks from the rest of the team.

You, on the other hand, just smiled, knowing that despite all the teasing, this was the closest thing to a family you’d ever had. And as long as Peter was by your side, you knew you could handle anything—even your dad’s protective streak.

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