And Then I Wrote Marvel

It Was an Accident (dad!Tony Stark/Bruce Banner/Peter Parker x Reader)

Hey, sorry for not updating for two months. Good ol' depression is really affecting the pace of my writing right now.

"Excellent work, you two," your father commended you and Peter, clapping you both on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Dad!"

It wasn't you who had accepted Tony's praise as his actual daughter, no. It was Peter, whose eyes had suddenly gone as wide as dinner plates.

"Peter!" you shouted at your best friend as he dashed out of the lab. You stood up and ran after him, leaving Bruce and your dad giggling like fifth graders. "Where are you going?"

"Jumping out of the nearest window," he answered as you rounded the corner. He already had half of his body hanging out of an open pane, and he only paused to give you one last message, "I'll see you tomorrow in physics, yeah?" before swinging his way back to his apartment, his face almost as red as his Spiderman suit, not that he was wearing it in the moment.

"Where'd your brother go?" Tony joked as you shuffled back into the room.

"He jumped out of a window and went home," you said, sitting back down in your usual chair. "Guess we'll start planning the presentation for our science fair project tomorrow."

"Shame. I was going to ask him to join us for family game night and everything," Tony sighed in mock disappointment. He may have actually been kind of disappointed, but he was being dramatic. "Guess it'll just be you, Bruce, Pep, and me."

"Actually, Tone--" Bruce began as he started to shut down his portion of the lab for the night, but Tony quickly cut him off.

"Aw, come on, you're not bailing on me, are you? It's not a party without the threat of being destroyed."

"I was just going to turn in a little early tonight--"

"Bruce," Tony whined.

"I'm sorry!"

"How about you just play one round of whatever it is we're playing, and then you can go to bed," you suggested.

"I'd rather just--"

"Bruce," you said reasonably. "Just one round."

Your pseudo-uncle looked at you, dying to say no and go to bed, but there was only one person in the world that he couldn't say no to, and that was you. "Fine," he sighed. "One round, and if I end up playing any more than that, it's your fault."

"I will accept the blame of you having a little fun," you said, rolling your eyes.

"You sound just like your old man," Bruce mumbled.

"You make that sound like a bad thing," Tony pouted.

"Sometimes, it is."
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Bruce had ended up playing through the whole deck of green Apples-to-Apples cards with the rest of you. You had run to your room to escape the ranting that you knew was coming because you had convinced him to participate in countless game nights before. Bruce wasn't usually competitive, but card and board games brought out the not-green fire in him.

Pepper kissed Tony goodnight and went to bed, knowing fully well that Tony wouldn't be going to sleep until the early hours of the morning. Seeing as it was only 10:30, a pretty reasonable hour to be awake for a teenager, at least, Tony decided to make a call to his favorite teenager, excluding you.

"Mr. Stark? Why are you calling me? Is everything okay?" Peter answered his phone, speaking in hushed tones.

"Oh, yeah, Pete, everything's fine. Missed you at family game night, that's all," Tony said teasingly.