Iron Dad Oneshots (Under Editing)

Dis boi and his dad

Saturdays were the best days ever. Well, for Peter at least. He gets to spend all day with Tony! And he gets to spend the night. So yeah, Saturdays were the best. Tony thought so too.

In the morning, Tony would be sitting at the island, on his Stark tablet, and drinking a cup of coffee. A bowl and spoon would already be set out in the space next to him, along with Peter's favorite cereal and milk. Soon, Peter would quietly lumber to his seat, his mind still waking up. Tony would put his coffee and tablet down to help the kid who can barely function in the morning. Peter would let him. After the cereal and milk was poured, Peter would dig in, excited to get the day going. It was quiet. Just about the only time it was ever quiet on Saturdays. Or any day Peter was there, really. Tony would put away the milk and cereal, then sit back down. He knew the kid would be hungry in at most an hour from now. As soon as Peter finished and rinsed out his bowl, they went straight for the labs.

"So, if you move the decimal one to the right, you'll get the whole thing messed up. The thing will malfunction, and God knows I know about that," Tony said, referencing Ultron at the end. Peter hummed in agreement as he tucked his curls behind his ear. He needs a haircut soon.

"Yeah, but it also has the possibility to have its own mind. Who said we would add weapons?" Peter mumbled, biting his lip. Tony looked at him.

"Okay, uh. So if you give a robot a mind of its own, it can add its own weapons, kid," Tony all but snorted.

"Oh yeah..." Peter trailed off.

"I feel like I should be offended" Friday chimed in. At that moment vision walked in.

"I as well," Peter couldn't help but grin.

"Shut up," Tony joked. Vision left.

"Mkay, but how can we make this better?" Peter asked, getting back on topic. Tony only shrugged. Peter clicked his tongue softly as he concentrated.

"What... What if we switch these? Giving us more room for personality?" Peter asked.

"I like that," Tony said and booped Peter's nose with the end of the pen. Peter instantly flustered up. Tony couldn't help the big smile on his face. He wrote down the new equation because the kid's handwriting was awful. Anyway, true to Tony's prediction, Peter's stomach gargled. Peter blushed fiercely and ducked his head down. Tony only grinned as Dum-E and U came whirring around Peter, obviously concerned. Dum-E was thrusting a power bar at Peter until he took it and slowly ate it, satisfying the mother bots.

It was silent, too silent... Tony was waiting for Peter on the couch, ready to start the movie. Suddenly, something blared from the speakers of Friday.

"Hey sisters! *clap* James Charles here! Welcome back to another-" Tony had shut Friday down. Peter strutted in, cackling. 

"THe FlAT eArtH iS a lie! THE EARTH IS A TRIANGLE. Illuminati CONFIRMED!" Friday said, after rebooting herself. Peter literally lost it. He was collapsed on the ground in laughter, weakly hitting things. Tony snorted before lifting Peter onto the couch. Peter promptly sprawled out, still laughing. Tony couldn't help the grin on his face.

The night always ended with Peter asleep, curled up on Tony's lap. Always...

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Today, was Saturday. But Peter wasn't with Tony. Peter was by himself. Alone, in the soul stone, wanting the comfort of his father, because God knows he deserves it. He was alone since Tuesday, no one in sight. Until today.

"Hey, hey wake up, kid," Peter opened his eyes.

"Hey, you alright?" The man asked as Peter's blurry eyes tried to focus.

"J... Jesus?" Peter asked. Yeeaaahhh, not his brightest moment. The man in front of him looked taken aback, before looking relieved. He called over his shoulder.

"He's awake!" A different man leaned over him. Was that...?

"King T'Challa?" Peter mumbled before rubbing his eyes.

"He looks about Shuri's age, why is he a superhero?" T'Challa said. Peter reached and touched his face. Oh yeah, he doesn't have a mask on.

(U H M ONE OF THE CATS PISSED ON THE FLOOR??)

Peter whined and curled up, facing away from them. He wanted Tony. He wants his dad.

GOOD NEWS!! AFTER WEEKS OF HAVING NO HEAT MY MOM FINALLY GAVE ME A HEATER!!