Irondad and Spiderson // One Shots

Baby Peter

I got so many requests for baby Peter, so here you go.

This shit is un-edited because I'm a lazy motherfucker :)

“Hey Mr. Stark?” Peter had been in Tony’s lab all day, and he was getting thirsty (Not that way, you dirty minded Cucumber.)

“Yeah, kid?”

“I’m thirstyyyyyyy” Peter dragged out the last part, just because he knew Tony thought it was annoying.

“Alright, alright.” Tony got up and opened the fridge.

There was two cups on the second shelf. One was water, and one was de-aging formula. Shit.

Tony closed his eyes and picked one up, well if this isn’t the water, he’s screwed.

Tony shrugged and made his way over to Peter.

“Here you go kid.” Tony handed the cup to him. Peter snatched it with a quick thank you, and chugged it,

“Jesus kid, you can’t be that dehydrated.”

“I’m not, just thirsty.”

“Oh, shit. Mr. Stark.”

“What?”

Then Peter was gone.

“Where the fuck did my kid go!” Tony moved Peters shirt, to find a baby.

“The hell is this shit?”

“ ‘Ony!” Peter’s face twisted into a confused look.

“ ‘Ony, ‘Onyyyyyyy.” Peter’s face turned red when he tried to say Tony.

Tony knew the kid had to be Peter, and cooed at how he tried to say his name.

“What was that baby spider?” Tony smiled as Peter let out a frustrated whine.

“Friday, order me some baby clothes, Pete size. Also make sure they’re all Iron Man and Spider-Man themed.

She didn’t respond but he could tell she already ordered them.

“Mher. Staehk?” (That’s how my little sister pronounced her r’s when she was a baby. She would make a mixed version with a ‘e’ an ‘h’ so that’s what I’m going off of.)

Tony took in the small boy.

His curls more noticeable, brown eyes huge and shining with innocence, his cute chubby cheeks with a pink tint

I smiled and picked him up, his shirt draping over his small body.

Tony smiled and went upstairs, as Happy sat there box of baby clothes on the couch.

He looked at Tony and Peter, “I'm don't think I want to know.” Then walked off.

Well, that's great.

Tony sat Peter on the couch and picked up an Iron Man shirt and blue jeans.

“Alright kid, arms up.”

Peter lifted his arms, and Tony took off the huge shirt.

Tony then helped him into his clothes.

Tony looked at his watch, “How the fuck is it seven in the morning?”

“Wab!” Peter shouted.

“Oh right, it was lab day. Well you're not going to school.”

“Yeah!”