IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Wake Up!

Requested by @CEM0414

The cold December morning creeped in through Peter's open window, the air biting at his exposed toes and ears, forcing the teen to curl into a smaller ball under his comforter, partially warming him up further. What kind of idiot am I, can't even close a damn window before crashing, Peter thought. Still too tired to get up to close it, Peter lay on his bed, feeling sicker the more time he spent in the frozen bedroom.

A gust of wind sent stray flecks of snow that rested on the sill into Peter's room, dancing in the air before dropping to Peter's nose, taking their time to melt on Peter's freezing body. The boy lazily wiped the still intact snowflakes off of his person, and wiped it along his bed sheet, hating the cold sensation on his face. It wasn't long before Peter completely huddled under his red and gold comforter, becoming a small pile under the thin blankets that he preferred to sleep under.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," The unexpectedly loud voice of his mentor shocked the boy out of his drowsy state, who was shaking his arm to get him alert. "You stay in bed any longer, you'll be late for school. You better be up and out in half an hour or Happy will kick your ass."

"Mm, whatever," Peter brushed Tony off, curling the blankets closer with his frozen fingers. "'M cold 'nd tired. Tell Hap I don' wanna go."

Tony rolled his eyes at Peter's dramatics, and yanked the blanket from the boy, exposing the several sizes too big Spider-Man themed pyjamas. Tony then walked over to the partially opened window and pushed it closed, the snowflakes hitting the glass instead of flying inside. Peter groaned loudly from his bed, obviously hating the fact that he now had to actually get up.

"If you hurry up, you might get a special treat," the billionaire said with a hint to his tone, partially exciting the boy, who peeled up from his lazy position.

"Treat? What kinda of treat?"

"Maybe something like, I dunno, three free tickets to a Queen concert? Consider it as a late Christmas present."

"Are you kidding? Oh my god, Ned and MJ would die for those tickets. I'm up, I'm up!" Despite the exhaustion building up behind his eyes, Peter hastily began his morning routine; shower, brush teeth, attempt to fix hair, give up, get dressed, fall on the stair case to the kitchen, eat breakfast and a few pieces of minty gum, alert Happy that he was ready and go to school. Peter, like usual, decided to spread himself out along the back seats of the modestly clean car and take a nap, only to wake up for Happy honking the horn and shouting at the oblivious driver who was in the wrong lane.

When they arrived at school ten minutes late, Peter stumbled into class, picked up his detention slip and made a beeline for the seat by the window next to Ned. They waved and Peter made a half-assed attempt to read Ned's lips, grasping the 'i thought you weren't gonna come, you look like death' before ultimately failing at the battle to keep his eyes open - falling asleep as Ned chuckled with an eye roll.

The class dragged at a painfully slow pace, making Ned wonder if the batteries in the clock were at the end of their lives. The open windows of the room forced the students to put on their winter jackets and gloves, seeing as the teacher was practically cold blooded. He glanced back to Peter from his almost bare notebook, wondering if he could guess how much sleep Peter got by the bags under his eyes.

Ned leant over as much as he could without getting caught and poked his friend with a pencil, trying to get his awake so they could get out of the class on time. He would probably have to half drag Peter into the library for a little more sleep.

"Ned Leeds! Sit straight and copy all of the notes or you'll be joining Peter in detention," snapped the beady-eyed calculas teacher. "Wait, is Peter seriously. . . ? Peter Parker!" She stormed in between the rows of gum infested tables and chairs, headed to a certain sleeping boy who didn't seem to stir at the shriek of his name. "Wake up this instant!"

But when he didn't even flinch, worry started to flow inside Ned, and evidently the teacher as well. Ned got out of his chair and bent near Peter, close enough to smell the expensive scent that he had gotten from Tony on his birthday. He started to shake Peter's shoulder but to no avail. They tried to wake him up for a few more minutes, until Cindy from the back of the class got up and placed the tips of her fingers against his neck.

"Uh, do you want the good news or the bad news?" She turned Peter's face slightly to give him a clear opening to breathe. The teacher nervously asked for the good news. "He's not dead. . . The bad news is that he's not far from it."

The whole class' facial expressions could be made similar to the bitch, what the fuck?! meme, everyone wondering what they should do now. Everyone sat in silent shock as they watched Peter's wrist fall from its previous position and hung limp on the side of the chair. Not wanting to add another child to the list of teenagers who had died in her care, the teacher called for the nurse, who escorted Peter to his office.

No idea what I'm writing srry

Part two will come out lol

No papa? No papa? Yes papa? Johnny. Now download all this sugar so we can throw this fuckin party.

Seriously tho v
I've noticed that there's a lot of people who are depressed or feel bad about themselves?? Uh no? You are beautiful to the point where I'm fucking jealous af! Like pls stop and donate some of your good looks to me.

Please, I'm begging.

Love yourselves!!

ALSO GO READ Potterharry01 s Book! It's actually AMAZING and the Gordon Ramsay series is sooo funny!! 1111111000000% recommend!