IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

TRIP TO STARK TOWER (p2)

Lolololol part 2 because it was requested. Yall seem to like it so here ya go. Enjoy also third paragraph. Anyone understand the reference then I'll give u a shoutout.

Peter silently waved at the class behind the door. He didn't know how long they had been standing there and was slightly hesitant to ask. But he did anyways.

"Fourteen minutes and twenty three point nine six seconds," the female voice told him. He groaned loudly, having spotted MJ, knowing that she must've heard his awkward confession. His eyes locked with her, neither of them dared to look away. He was staring at her, drinking in her gorgeous features like he did every time he saw her. As Ned would say "He was totally whipped."

"Well then," Tony clapped his hands together and rubbed them, breaking students from their momentrial trance. "I'm Tony, call me Tony, Iron Man, Stark, but don't call me late for lunch," slipping in the quote from the film they He and Peter had watched the night before. "God that joke was terrible. Pete, remind me to never use it again." Peter nodded and turned his head to Bruce.

"I'm going to go find Ned. Knowing him, he probably walked off somewhere." Bruce simply nodded.

"Wait Pete," Bruce said just as his hand was one the handle. Peter turned and nodded. "Change your shirt, it's a mess." Peter thought nothing of it and shrugged the shirt off of him then and there, causing the class behind the glass drop their mouths, all except MJ as she already knew his super secret. They clearly saw Peter with shredded abs, everyone had always thought Peter was a wimp with noodle arms so to see that he was ripped, it kinda made sense that they seemed so shocked.

"Duuuuuude," Abraham trailed off. "He could've beaten Flash up years ago if he wanted to. You don't just get muscles overnight," which wasn't true and that's exactly how he got them. Flash gulped, muttering an 'oh shit' under his breath.

Peter came back three minutes later to see Tony surrounded by students, Bruce no doubt would've gone back to his personal lab, to avoid hulking out under the stress. Ned was by his side and they were telling each other science jokes, the bad types that were usually printed on t-shirts. Peter was wearing a shirt now, a grey button up under a deep red jumper. It wasn't easy to notice that he was built under the layers of clothing.