Like Father Like Son | Irondad + Spiderson

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tw: mentions of self harm. stay safe lovelies <3 i'll put asterisks before the triggering parts, love y'all. don't hurt yo-self <3 :-)

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Peter woke up that Saturday, yawning. He stared at the ceiling, his body feeling weak for no real reason. He didn't feel like getting up. Recently, he never did.

After lying in bed for what seemed like an hour, someone entered his room.

"Morning, kid."

Peter looked up at Tony, smiling softly.

"You okay?" Tony asked. He had been incredibly worried for the teen recently. He noticed him losing weight, and he was quiet. The only times he'd come out of his room were to go to school. The only time Tony saw him eat recently was a small chocolate bar the previous day.

Peter nodded, rubbing his eyes.

"Alright.. I'm just worried for you." He walked over and knelt beside the teen's bed to kiss his forehead. "You're sure it's nothing?"

"Yeah," Peter quietly said, "Just tired." Tony sighed, standing up.

"Come downstairs if you're hungry, okay?"

Once again, Peter nodded. Tony left the room, hesitantly shutting the door. He walked to his room, seeing Steve snoring. It was only nine A.M. The brunette sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for not coming to bed the previous night. He got in bed, climbing on top of the blonde. He gently shook Steve to wake him up.

"Oh, hey..." Steve's eyes slowly fluttered open. His eyes widened when Tony suddenly leaned down, kissing him, but he soon closed them and kissed back. Their lips parted after a few seconds, and Steve smiled, rubbing his eyes. 

"What was that for?"

"To make up for me being an as-"

"Language." Steve giggled, causing a smirk from Tony. He rolled off of him, plopping onto his side of the bed.

"Sorry for not coming to bed last night." Tony allowed a quiet sigh to escape from his lips. Steve wrapped an arm around Tony, a smile resting on his face. 

"It's fine, you're here now."

"That's cheesy."

"So are you."

Peter lied in his bed for a while, before straining to grab his phone. He found Wade's contact, and began to type.

[Peter: wade]

[Peter: wade]

[Peter: w a d e ]

[Peter: wadey wadey wodey wudey wad]

[Wade: OH MY GOD LET ME SLEEP]

[Peter: oops sorry]

[Peter: can u come over]

[Wade: anything for u bby boy ;)]

[Peter: nvm]

[Wade: no pls]

[Peter: i just realized i don't want you to know where i live so nvm]

[Wade: aw pls]

[Peter: no]

[Wade: plsssss?? the reader will be sad if u don't let me come over :'(]

[Peter: what]

[Wade: ignore that]

[Wade: let me come or I'LL be sad]

[Peter: OK FINE]

After a few minutes of Wade trying to convince Peter, the younger teen finally gave away his address.