Iron Dad Oneshots (Under Editing)

Tony finds out

ohgodohgodohgod That was the only thought running through Peter's head as he looked at the situation in front of him. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Tony stood in front of him, eyes worried. Of course, this had to of happened on the one month May finally took a vacation and couldn't help him out of it.

First, let's backtrack to how this all started, okay?

6:30 AM

Peter woke up slowly to the sound of Friday's voice, who he may or may not have had Ned hack so that she wouldn't tell Tony about anything she saw going on in Peter's room. He mumbled a quick ''m up Fri' before stumbling his way out of the bed. Thankfully, and this is one of the only times Peter would ever say this but, he was glad that Tony decided to spoil him. Because that means that he has a full bathroom connected to his room, so he doesn't have to worry about running in to anyone without his binder on.

He groggily made his way to the bathroom, the heated floors (because let's face it, Tony puts in extra care when it comes to Peter) felt nice and calming on his bare feet. He rubbed his eyes and let out a big yawn. Peter stopped in front of the sink and smiled at his reflection. For once, he totally passes in his eyes. His hair was all crazy and his eyes were still fogged over from sleep. He quickly splashed his face with water and ran a comb through his hair. After that he went back into his room and pulled out his favorite binder. He slipped off his shirt, then began the struggle of getting the binder on

Peter sighed as he finally got the devil fabric on. But ohmygodhecan'tbreath. So he had to go through the struggle of taking it off. If that's not enough to ruin his day, then what happened next sure will. He was sitting on the toilet and he wiped, but Jesus Christ, there was blood.

EW WTF I JUST FOUND A FINGERNAIL O N T H E C O U C H 🤮

So not only can he not wear his binder (and you really shouldn't when you're on your period anyway, but who really listens to that rule?) but he's bleeding out of a body part that gives him so much dysphoria. And oh god, wait until the cramps kick in. It's especially worse because he can't take pain meds, they don't even work. He'd have to overdose in order to feel any relief. So, he put on a pad, slipped on some dark sweatpants (because he's always afraid that he'll leak through) and a black T-shirt.

"Fri, where's Mr. Stark right now?" he mumbled. Friday informed him that Tony was in the kitchen, downing his third cup of coffee. Peter said his thanks and grabbed his bag. He walked out of his room, but instead of turning left (to the kitchen) he turned right. His mind was set on a target. Tony Stark's favorite Stark Industries sweatshirt. It really was only his favorite because Pepper once told him she liked the color. And like the child he is (with a school boy crush) he deemed it his favorite. Even though literally everyone knew his favorite sweatshirt was the Spider-man one he bought a while back.

Peter reached the room and easily found the sweatshirt in the closet. He slipped on the lilac colored sweatshirt and sighed happily. It felt like Tony was hugging him. And it's a plus that it's super baggy, effectively hiding his breasts. Man, he needs to steal these from Tony more often. (Trust me, he did)

11 AM

Tony didn't care at all that Peter had stolen one of his sweatshirts (he had actually thought it was really cute and had Friday save a picture, but what Peter doesn't know won't kill him). Peter had almost expected him to be all petty about it, like he usually is, but is thankful that he wasn't. School was awful. Flash was being worse than usual, though it might be because of his hormones. He couldn't focus in class because he was in pain. He was constantly moving around, trying to find a comfortable position that will stop the aching, but never succeeding. So yeah, his day fucking sucked so far, not to mention, his stomach is all queasy and he's feeling dysphoric as hell. God, they haven't even gotten to lunch yet. Peter felt his stomach muscles clench, and he knew he was done for. Without asking, he bolted out of math and to the bathroom, where he promptly lost his breakfast. He was panting, weakly gripping the rim of the toilet that he barely made it to. oh god, Mr. Stark is gonna get called. For some reason that seemed awful.

"Peter?" said boy jumped and turned. There stood his math teacher, looking concerned. Peter breathed out heavily. Mr. Adams was by his side quickly. He had his hand on the middle of Peter's back.

"Do you feel like you're gonna throw up again?" Mr. Adams asked, to which Peter shook his head. With that, the teacher gently guided Peter to the nurses. Peter was ushered in and was handed a water bottle. He sipped on it slowly, trying not to upset his stomach. He knew Tony was getting called by now. Setting his water aside, he curled up on the bed, facing the wall, and fell asleep.

12 PM

Tony had arrived at the school to pick up Peter. To say he was concerned was an understatement. Peter doesn't usually get sick, I mean, yeah, he gets awful overloads, but the kid seemed completely fine that morning, so what is going on?

After signing the kid out, he was led to where his kid was laying on a bed, fast asleep, snuggling into his sweatshirt. Tony chuckled at his kid's cuteness and picked him up, bridal style. Peter snuggled into Tony's chest and it took all of Tony's willpower not so coo at Peter's adorableness. Tony carried Peter to his car and put Peter in the backseat to he could spread out. Upon arriving at the tower, Peter had finally woken up enough to be coherent and walk on his own feet.

Tony lead Peter to his room and started to get out more comfy clothes, but before he could tell Peter to change, Peter was already snuggled in his bed, fast asleep. Tony sighed before walking off to find the thermometer and soup due to his motherly instincts. When he walked back to Peter's room, he found Peter in the midst of changing, his bra exposed. Tony drew a short gasp, and managed to grab Peter's attention.

"U-Um, Mr.Stank (ASHTON xD)! I can explain!" Peter rambled. Tony nodded and patiently waited outside Peter's room so that they could talk about it properly. When Peter walked out, Tony lead him to the couch so they could talk.

"I wasn't really planning on you finding out this way but, I guess there's no going back now." Peter started to say, "So, as you um saw, I am transgender. Which means I used to be a girl but I was supposed to be a boy, and obviously Aunt May couldn't afford the correction surgeries that hospitals have so I have to wear binders, and use testosterone. Um, A-Are you mad? I u-understand if you want to kick me out, I mean I lied to you and-" Peter rambled on nervously. Tony cut Peter off with a hug,

"Peter, I don't care if you are transgender, I still love you. You're my kid, and nothing is going to change that. And if you want, I could pay for the correction surgery." Tony comforted Peter. Peter let out a relieved sigh, and let his bottled up emotions out. That night was spent with Tom  (ASHTON? AGAIN?) and Jerry's ice cream, Peter cuddling with his adoptive father and STAR WARS.

Turns out, Peter did still want the surgery so finally after 6 months of therapy later, Peter went under for an operation to fully become a physical man.

AnD tHeY lIvEd HaPpIlY eVeR aFtEr

Until infinity war.

I'm not sorry for causing you emotional pain.

Peace Bitches, Jax: LANGUAGE Becca: I DON'T FUCKING CARE

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