A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

No Sleep For The Wicked (Or The Cute Apparently)

Prompt by @anon: If its still open, how about "i'll carry you if i have to"?

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The clock has just stuck 11:00pm when the credits began to roll.

Tony, stretching from his position on the couch, looks down at his half-asleep son as the boy lets out a huge yawn. His doe eyes blink against the blue glow of the Arc Reactor and he snuggles closer with a grumble.

"It's time for bed, cucciolo." Tony says, gently smoothing down Peter's curls. "You have to be up for your decathlon practice in the morning."

Peter groans, smushing his face even further into his father's stomach. "Don't wanna." His voice is muffled from the cotton.

Tony lets out a chuckle, scooting over so that, with a small whine, Peter slips from resting against his side. He doesn't try to stall his decent, however, just slides so that he is lying face down against the leather.

"Come on, buddy." Tony says as he stands up, his knees cracking. He reaches down and pokes Peter on the cheek, watching with fond eyes as his son's button nose crinkles. "You need to sleep in a bed."

"Don't want to get up."

Cracking one eye open, the boy glares up at his father, a small pout poking his bottom lip out. Reaching out, the spiderling grabs onto Tony's hand and tugs, pulling the man back toward him.

"Lay back down, I was comfy." Peter says, maneuvering his father's hand so that it cups his cheek. "You're warm."

Tony, chuckling, curls his fingers upwards, grazing his fingertips across the spiderling's temples. Peter leans against the touch with a small hum, his body sinking even further against the cushions.

"No can do, kiddo." Tony shakes his head, gently moving his other hand so that it rests against his son's other arm, giving a little tug that has the boy grimacing. "You need to sleep in an actual bed otherwise it's gonna kill your back."

"You're just saying that because it hurts your back, Dad."

Tony rolls his eyes, giving his kid another gentle tug until the boy sits up, reaching up to rub at his eyes even as he glares up at the smirking billionaire.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have an adorable bed head, ragazzo." Tony sasy, smoothing down a soft curl.

Peter yawns. "Only you, a million times a day."

"Well, I only speak the truth. Now, come on, kiddo, it's seriously time for bed."

"Nope." The boy says again, flopping back down on the sofa and giggling. "I'm going to stay here all night now."

"Peter." Tony sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Bedtime, now."

"No."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"I shouldn't have given you sugar so late at night." Tony says, shaking his head. "Get up, buddy, otherwise I'll carry you if I have to."

Peter suddenly looks up with wide eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Is that a promise?"

Tony blinks. "What?"

"Will you really–" A yawn cuts his sentence in half and Tony can barely hold back a coo cause fuck, his kid is just too adorable. "–carry me to-to bed?"

Tony quickly considers his options. "If I do, will you actually go to sleep?"

"Yeah, I will, I promise."

Peter, nodding almost frantically, holds up his arms as he yawns for the third time in ten minutes. Tony reaches down and pulls the boy up by him armpits, feeling as the spiderling gently wrap his arms around his neck. His son's weight is comforting and Tony feels some stress he didn't know existed melt off.

"Comfy there, bambino?" Tony whispers, smoothing one hand down his child's back as he adjusts his grip with his other.

Peter just nods, nuzzling closer, his breath tickling his father's neck. Letting out a huff, Tony starts the track toward Peter's room, making sure to not hit his son's legs against the wall as he rounds the corner.

Peter is sound asleep before Tony even makes it to his door.