IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Peter and Rebekah Parker

Requested by @Rebekah_Winchester15

It's an interesting spelling of the name, I usually see Rebecca but I like it

Sorry it's short but I didn't really wanna stretch it and loose the plot.

Peter had the most pleasant awakening that morning. A lovely act of a pillow slammed into his face by his forever giggling twin sister, Rebekah. Her light makeup had already been applied and her hair curled at the tips, a unique but fashionable style of different clothes from Walmart that had been sewed into her preferred style. Even though the clothes were originally from cheap stores like Target or Walmart, with a little extra fabric and time, Rebekah could turn a plain tee into a quirky skirt that could fit her figure perfectly.

Peter tossed the pillow back to his sister, achieving a bullseye with satisfaction and grinned as she stumbled a little on her scuffed ballet flats. She cursed quietly but laughed, backing out to give her loving brother privacy after achieving her goal of waking him in the most annoying way possible. Peter heard the blender whirring, Rebekah no doubt making three green smoothies that she claimed were great for 'smooth skin and healthy completions' but Peter thought it was utter BS. He still drank it though.

Peter and Rebekah picked up their backpacks and shouted goodbye to May before pushing each other to get out of the door before the other person. Naturally, Peter let his sister win like usual, leaving her to laugh and comment how his powers were useless against the 'power of beauty'. They joked with each other in the sibling way, throwing insults that weren't taken seriously.

"Oh, by the way, how was patrol last night?" Rebekah asked while hiking up her bag as it felt too low. Peter did the same but more dramatically as an obvious imitation, making her laugh.

"Eh, pretty boring. But I finally met DareDevil! He was awesome," Peter grinned at her until she wolf whistled.

"Are you gay for DareDevil? I thought it was just Thor," she nudged him with her elbow with a teasing manor, leaving him to roll his eyes and smile.

"Thor is hot, even the most straight-as-a-stick guy would crush on him. Have you seen the guy?"

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, imma go talk to MJ real quick. Cya in a bit," she waved and ran off to a less excited Michelle, who unintentionally broke her stoic facade and grinned at her bubbly and loveable friend.

-.-

     It was the end of the day, Peter and Ned were walking out of the school together, both looking out for their separate rides home. Ned quickly spotted his butler Maurice and Peter found Tony. They waved goodbye and Peter sat at the backseat, reclining his chair a little as he greeted his mentor. They waited about ten minutes before they both started to grow impatient for Rebekah.

"Why isn't she out yet?" Tony looked to Peter through the rear view mirror. Peter shrugged, turning out of the window to look out for her.

"I texted her but she hasn't replied, and I saw MJ leave about seven minutes ago so she's not going on about James Charles to her, so unless she's out helping a little girl with her ponytail again, I have no idea." He then bought back to earlier the day, maybe she had a club or something that she had forgotten to mention? Peter and Tony both decided to go inside to look for her.

They trekked through each hall, peered into each class, asked a bunch of lingering students, but to no avail. Until Peter heard a high pitched sob coming from the back of the field. Peter took Tony by his sleeve and the ran over to the sound.

Almost screaming out of horror, Peter and Tony both quickly realised that Rebekah, a girl simply impossible to not adore, was being pummelled by three or four boys, with two girls holding her still by gripping her hair. Peter watched as Flash and his friends laughed every time Rebekah let out a cry of pain, blood dropped from her lips. Tony didn't spare another second when assembling his nano suit on his body, Peter hot on his trail as they both raced to help out.

"Get your disgusting hands away from my daughter," Tony growled, anger coating his tone. Peter didn't go to the calm approach though, decided to strike Flash's face roughly. He watched in satisfaction as Flash easily fell to the ground, holding his cheek with tears building in his eyes, mouth wide open in shock.

"You ever even think of laying a hand on my sister again," Peter punched the next guy in the face, kicked him in the stomach as he was falling, sending the guy sliding on the muddy grass. "Then I won't be so nice next time."

   "Oh yeah? Well news flash, you can't hit me 'cause I'm a girl. Imma keep hitting this piece of trash for as long as I want."

    "We think the fuck not."

Do y'all even like these anymore? I feel like I'm getting worse and worse, but not by my writing, cuz I think that's improving, but like by my presentation, if that's the word.

Idk but I feel like I can't get the stories to be exactly how I want them to be in a short amount of time (which is why the endings are shit cuz they are always rushed) but if I take too long then they don't get read or people start to not care? Maybe it's my anxiety and I'm just being an idiot but oh well.

Okay enough blah stuff. So I sleepwalk, and I found out I had painted a picture in my sleep. And no, I don't have it, because I accidentally spilt coffee on it and threw it out. Shame, it wasn't terrible.

But it got me thinking; if I can paint a picture then what else can I do?? Spoopy

also thinking of dieting. Random thought but I'm a people pleaser (try to be) and the pressure to look like my matchstick friends is unreal lmao.

Skrr skrr.