Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

stay

nothing in this story makes any sense at all so just go with it

also school is almost over yEEt

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The building was mostly silent, considering Clint and Pietro were on a date, Tony and Bruce were in the lab, Peter was too busy mourning and watching anime, and everyone else was either out or sleeping.

The only noise was from Thor's room. The god was sat on his bed, staring at the wall. He continued to bounce a rubber ball against the wall in his dim room, incredibly bored. He hardly even noticed when Loki appeared in his room.

"Hello, brother." The younger Asgardian smirked, leaning on the wall to the right of Thor.

"Oh," Thor stopped bouncing the ball, turning to look at Loki. "Hello, Loki."

"I was just wondering if you could do me a favor, since we are brothers and all."

Thor chuckled at this comment, continuing to bounce the ball against the wall.

"Could you possibly ask Stark to let me stay here?" Loki asked. "Well, permanently."

Thor stopped bouncing the ball again. "Really, brother?" He smiled, to which Loki nodded.

"I know Tony likes you... kinda, and I know we said we should stay away from each other, but.." He stopped, looking down and smiling. "That's not what I want, brother. We work well together, and I know I've been a terrible brother, but I think I'm getting better, right?"

Thor had a bright grin on his face this whole time. "That's right, brother."

"What's that grin for?" Loki crossed his arms, smirking.

"You're never usually this sentimental." Thor stated, standing up. "If you were here, I might even give you a hug." He threw the ball at Loki. Loki tried to catch it, but it instead hit him in the head.

"Ow- if you were gonna aim somewhere, why for the head?" Loki asked, rubbing his forehead while grinning. Thor beamed, walking over to him and hugging him. Loki returned the hug.

"Never doubt that I love you, brother." Loki said quietly, and Thor nodded, breaking away from the hug. Loki patted his back. "Come on, ask Tony before he kicks me out."

Thor chuckled, walking out beside Loki.

Meanwhile, Tony and Bruce worked on Tony's arc reactor in the lab. Neither of them had either idea what was wrong with Tony's current one, except for the fact that it had been constantly flickering.

Bruce stared at Tony as he spoke, a dull expression on his face. Ever since Tony and Steve had started dating, he felt left out. He couldn't deny his love for Tony, but he knew he didn't have a chance.

"Bruce, are you even listening?" Tony asked, snapping Bruce out of his trance. "Oh, yeah, sorry."

Tony sighed. "Just- get back to work, I need to find out what's wrong with this-"

"Hello, Tony." Thor intruded the lab, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Oh my God." Tony mumbled. "Yup?"

"Might we talk to you for a second?"

Tony groaned, getting up. "Sorry," He mouthed to Bruce, before walking over to the two Asgardians. "What's up?" He asked in a bored voice.

"We were just wondering if my brother could permanently stay here, considering there are enough rooms-"

"Are you being serious?" Tony asked angrily. "After everything he's done-"

"Tony, I know I've done bad things, but I've truly gotten better. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or the Avengers. Plus, I don't think the kid would be very happy with me leaving."

"..You're guilt tripping me." Tony sighed. "You're lucky I'd do anything for Peter, so I'll let you stay. You dare cross me and you're dead."

The brothers chuckled simultaneously. "Thank you so much, Tony." Loki replied.

"Whatever, can you leave?"

"Gladly."

The Asgardians left the lab with smiles on their faces, leaving Tony to get back to work.

Time went by quickly in the tower. Most of the Avengers were at the dining room, eating pizza that Tony ordered. He ordered pineapple to piss everyone off (except Peter and Clint, who love pineapple pizza).

"Where's Peter?" Tony asked Steve. The blonde shrugged, responding, "Maybe upstairs?"

The brunette ran upstairs, knocking on Peter's room before entering. The teen was sat at his desk, writing something.

"Hey kid, what's up?"

Peter yawned, putting down his pencil. "Summer homework." He said quietly, looking up at Tony.

"Take a break, I ordered pizza." Tony told him, walking over to look at his work.

"I'm not hungry, Mr. Stark."

"It's pineapple. Since when have you not wanted pineapple pizza?"

Peter let out a tired laugh. "I don't know, I'm really not hungry."

"Pete, seriously, you haven't eaten in a while." Tony put his arm around Peter's back, kissing his forehead. "You need to eat, kid."

Peter looked back down, sighing. "I'm sorry Mr. Stark-"

"Stop apologizing all the time, kid, just come down, okay? Everyone's waiting for you."

Peter nodded, getting up from his seat.

Everyone in the tower finished eating at eight-thirty, and they watched a movie until eleven. Afterwards, Peter nervously approached Tony.

"Uh, Mr. Stark, could I go out for a bit? I'll be back by twelve."

"Sure, kid, thanks for telling me."

Tony stayed up late in his lab that day. He had finally upgraded his arc reactor, and put it in himself. Out of breath, he put his head down on his table. He was just relieved to have finally fixed it, though he was exhausted.

"Hey, love," Steve entered abruptly once again. Tony groaned, slowly and dramatically falling off of his chair. The blonde laughed, walking over to him and picking him up in his arms.

"What's up with you today?" Steve asked in between giggles. Tony wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, yawning. "I'm tired and I had to replace my heart."

"What-"

"I'm not dead though. That's cool."

Steve smiled, repeatedly kissing Tony's cheek. Tony scrunched up his nose at this, sarcastically groaning. "Let's get you to bed, it's getting late."

Tony yawned. "It's only one."

"That's a good time to go to sleep, Tony." Steve chuckled, placing a kiss on the brunette's lips.

"Put me down." Tony ordered, grinning. Steve didn't obey. "Down!!" Steve shook his head.

Tony's eyes suddenly widened. "Wait, seriously, put me down."

Steve put him down quickly. "What's wrong?"

"What time is it again?"

Steve checked the time on his phone. "One-o-nine, why?"

"Where's Peter?"