Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Switched (p. 1)

Words: 1207
Warnings: abuse (it's small don't worry)

Okay this is inspired by the three part episode thingy on the flash, the arrow and supergirl where barry and oliver switch bodies and powers. Here I'm just gonna have it where Peter and this kid named Tyler (I'll explain him in a sec) switch bodies.

Tyler is the same age as Peter (17) and he's a vigilante. He takes down mainly drug dealers with his skills with a bow and arrow. He's basically a younger version of oliver queen, oops. He knows peter is spiderman and they've been friends since 7th grade.

This story will probably be for 3/4 parts. (unless comments want more/less) each part will have each pov multiple times in a story.

TYLERS POV

I woke in a soft bed, softer than mine for sure. My pillow was so comforting, it almost put me to sleep. But where was I? This isn't home. If I was at home, I'd wake to a belt hitting my leg and yelling, not the sun shining across my face.

I opened my eyes slightly, the bright room blinding me. I sat up in this bed and was soon able to actually get my eyes open. After blinking a few times, I examined the extremely familiar room.

Is this Peters room?

PETERS POV

"Wake the fuck up, kid!" Was all I woke to. Soon after a belt came and slapped my multiple times on my thighs.

"Holy shit! What the-" I stopped. Where am I? What the fuck happened? I looked down and saw myself wearing black ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

"Tyler Smith! Get the fuck out of bed! I swear to god if you're late for school one for day I'm gonna-" That was all the shouting man said before I cut him off.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry! I'll get on it!" I stood up quickly, almost loosing my balance. The shouting man glanced at me, then left the room scoffing. After I knew for sure he was gone, I immediately freaked out. Where am I? Whose room is this? Wait.

Am i Tyler?

TYLERS POV

"Good morning, Peter. Boss is waiting downstairs to take you to school." A voice said above me. I knew that voice well. It was FRIDAY. I've been here before, but why am I Peter?

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna get changed real quick." FRIDAY didn't respond, which I think is okay?

I got out of bed and found myself wearing dumb Iron Man pajama bottoms and a white tee. Normally I'd be in jeans and a shirt or jacket, Incase I'd need to sneak out at night. It would be too loud to be changing into jeans at 1AM, tried it before. Got put into the closet. My dad thinks it scares me, doesn't anymore.

I shook my head, almost as if I was getting rid of my thoughts. I go to Peters closet and dig through his closes, finding something that is somewhat my style. But no, I'm Peter. Right? I cant be Tyler. I have to wear what Peter wears. Does what Peter does. Easy. I've known him for  years, I think it will be okay.

I put on a pair of joggers Peter wears a lot and wore a decathlon shirt. I just wore his vans and left the room, trying my best not be suspicious.

PETERS POV

"Oh shit, shit, shit." I whispered to myself. Is this how Tyler lives? He never let me over to his house, is this why?

"Where's the phone?" I spoke while trying to find his phone. Maybe I could contact him, or myself, or, doesn't matter. Wait, no I can't. God I'm a fucking idiot. I cant call a phone that got crushed. Guess I gotta wait till school.

"Tyler! Hurry your ass up or it's the closet!" The shouting man said from behind my door. The closet? I don't even want to know. I decided to ignore the whole finding the phone thing and decided to change out of these jeans. Why on earth would he need to sleep in jeans and leather?

All in his closet he had was black. I'm not surprised, that's all he wears, but I didn't expect his closet to be this big. I put on a black hoodie he wears often and these dark grey ripped jeans. I slipped on vans he had, I think the same ones as I have, and left the room with the backpack slung over my shoulder.

TYLERS POV

"Morning Pete." Mr. Stark said from behind the counter. He was wearing a suit, like always.

"Hey Tony." I replied quietly, sitting on a bar stool.

"Tony? Thats 'Dad' to you," he set down his coffee cup, eyeing me, "you feel okay?"

"Yeah, yup. I'm good." I tapped my fingers on my leg.

"Hmm, okay. Oh don't forget, we have a meeting with Dr. Sharon at 4 today." He walked around the counter towards me, kinda scaring me.

"What? Who?" Shit, I should've just said okay and gone.

"You're therapist?" He said slowly, questioning me. Therapist? What does Peter need a therapist for? His life is perfect, right?

"Uh, duh. Yeah, I just didn't sleep well, I knew that," I faked a small laugh, "hey, do you know where my phone is?"

"Pete? Your phone got crushed in a building, along with one of your friends, Ned? You sure feeling okay?" Oh shit, his friend- I understand now. But I lost my mom and didn't need therapy. Dammit, I need to stop comparing myself to everyone.

"You know what, I'm just gonna walk to school. I have something early I have to... study for. That okay?" Tony nodded slowly as I rushed out of he building.

PETERS POV

"I'm ready." I called out as I left Tylers room.

"Leave!" The shouting man shouted, duh. It started me a bit, but I had to leave. I had to find Tyler and I needed to stop talking to this man.

When I left the apartment building, I was left in the bad part of town. Technically it wasn't the bad part, it just had a lot of homeless people and poor people. With that, it caused more people to rob stores and cause crime for money and whatever.

I pulled the hood over my head and walked at a bit of a quicker pace. Older men looked at me with mixed messages. I tried my best to ignore the stares and rushed my way to the Stark Tower.

After about 20 minutes of walking, I finally got to the safer part of Queens. I didn't go directly to the Stark Tower cause I knew Tyler would've left already. Instead, I went to put usual meeting spot, hoping he'd be smart and go there too. The meeting spot was the fifth bench from the dying and carved maple tree at a part on 7th Street.

When I walked over to the Park, I saw a figure sitting on the bench. Tyler?

"Tyler?" I called out.

The figure stood up and looked at me for a second. A minute passed they shouted,

"Peter!"
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I hope you like this! Comment ! I wanna know what you think! Okay bye I gotta sleep baha