A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

My Bones Ache And Groan

Prompt by @irondadgroupie: 35 with IRONDAD (Seriously, I have seen this only in one of my fics) (35. Giving a back massage)

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

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"Dad wh–?"

Pushing his son back down onto the bed with a huff, Tony clicks his tongue as Peter winces, his muscles tight under the billionaire's hand.

"Don't even try to hide it anymore, Pete." Tony says, moving the blanket out of the way as he grabs a pillow, gently lifting up his kid's head and placing it under. "I can obviously see you're in pain."

Peter just shakes his head, curls slipping free of his hair jell and covering his doe eyes.  "N-No, I'm fine, I swear."

He tries to rise from the bed, but Tony keeps a firm hand on his back.

"Nope nope, Spider-Baby." The man chuckles, grabbing a bottle of lotion and popping the lid. "You are gonna sit right there and be still and let me help you, got it?"

Peter grumbles a little but relaxes after a second, his face squishing against the pillow and his baby cheeks puffing out in a pout. Tony nearly coos at the sight, pausing to brush the hair from his child's forehead before getting to work.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Peter. I know you wanna help people, kiddie, but that doesn't mean you can let your body turn into an iron rod, okay?"

Peter giggles, twitching as Tony leans over him. "At least I don't have a suit made of iron, Dad."

"Um, excuse me, mister but it's made from nickel-titanium alloy."

"My bad."

His hands dance along Peter's back, alighting a small laugh from the boy that quickly turns into a groan when his father presses down. Pratically all the bones in the spidering's body crack from the force, his skin rising in goosebumps as he shivers.

"Feel good, buddy?" Tony asks, amused.

Peter just makes a sound between a groan and a laugh, his muscles loosening as Tony presses along his shoulders and down his sides, kneading the tissues with his knuckles.

"Scoot up, kiddie." The genius whispers when Peter's head begins to slide off the pillow, his doe eyes blinking open at the sound of his dad's voice. "C'mon, move up, bud."

"No," Peter whines, dragging his arms out from under him and wrapping them around the pillow, a yawn stretching his jaw. He nuzzles against the fabric. "Too comfy."

And Tony wants to argue, but he just can't force himself too, not when Peter is looking up at him with his wide brown eyes, so fucking trusting. It makes the billionaire's heart ache.

"Okay." He says, running his fingers through his boy's curls and smiling softly when Peter pushes back against his hand like a kitten. "Okay, baby, you stay there, just don't fall asleep. We gotta get some food in you before you can pass out, alright?"

"–"kay."

Of course, about 5 minutes after, when Tony glances back at Peter, the boy is slack jawed, small snores puffing his cheeks from being smushed against the pillow.

Shaking his head, Tony sits down next to him, adjusting the blankets so it covers his son, smoothing down his hair and leans down, pressing a quick kiss to his scrunched up brow. Peter nose wrinkles at the touch, his snore getting cut off short as he shifts, his body instinctively curling against his father's legs, seeking the man's warmth and protection even in sleep. 

Tony lets him sleep, knowing that his boy needs the rest.

At least until Peter's own stomach wakes him up an hour later, gurgling and growling like an animal let loose. Tony just laughs as he goes to make his sleepy kid some food.