Peter Parker/ Avengers Oneshots

Wisdom Teeth

Would you look at that, I'm actually doing the one I said I would! This one will have lots of fluff, humor, and IronDad moments. With... just a touch of a little bit of angst? Because I can't write without putting in some kind of angsty stuff. Let's just say... loopy Peter says some pretty funny stuff, but also some things that normal Peter would probably prefer loopy Peter kept to himself. Trigger Warning for mentions of Skip, and all the things that come with that. Hopefully the fluff will make up for the previous scenes, and... the ones coming up. Hehe.

Tony stepped into the MedBay, already laughing at the look on Peter's face when he walked in. He looked positively adorable, his eyes wide and shocked, while May shook with laughs from her place beside him.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Tony said.

"Oh, that's fine," May shrugged. "Gave us time to get the gauze out. He heals really fast, you know? But Bruce said that he's going to be pretty loopy for about a normal amount of time, since they had to up the dosage so much for him."

She'd opened her mouth to say more, but was cut off my Peter's exclamation.

"Mr. Stark!" he gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"I came down to check on you, kid," Tony stifled a laugh. "No need to seem so surprised."

"But-but-but..." Peter seemed to be struggling for something to say. "But what if something bad happens? Iron Man!"

"The world can survive without Iron Man for a few hours," Tony chuckled.

"Oh." Peter fell back onto his pillows for a moment. "Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"Do you wanna know who my favorite superhero is?" Peter asked.

"Sure," Tony nodded. "Who is it?"

"It's-it's..." Peter's eyes closed for a moment, before flying open again. "Spiderman!"

Tony and May couldn't help the laughs that escaped them at that.

"I should think so, kid," Tony laughed. "He is you, after all."

"What?!" Peter gasped. "I'm Spiderman?" He turned to May, looking scandalized. "Why didn't you tell me I was Spiderman?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" May countered, nearly choking on poorly suppressed laughs.

Peter contemplated this for a moment, leaning back. "Cuz I didn't want you to worry," he finally decided. "Especially-" he let out a huge yawn, burrowing into his pillow. "Especially because you worry so much already."

"Oh I do, do I?" May asked, looking amused. "What makes you say that?"

Peter hummed. "You hover," he mumbled into his pillow. "'Specially after Skip."

Any trace of amusement disappeared from May's face. "Let's not talk about that right now, Pete," she said softly.

"Who's Skip?" Tony asked, looking confusedly from Peter to May.

"Nobody," May began, but Peter cut her off.

"He was m'babysitter, Mr. Stark," Peter informed him. "I didn't like him very much."

"Why?" Tony demanded, ignoring the looks he was getting from May.

Peter shrugged. "I dunno. He made me hurt. Showed me weird pictures. Wanted me to recreate them with him. Didn't stop when I told him to."

A horrified silence fell over Tony, until Peter spoke again.

"Wish I was Spiderman then," he mumbled.