Spiderson & IronDad One-Shots

Sick Stark

"Hey Dad, Steve wants to do some training with me. Is that alright?" Peter asks as he starts to enter his fathers room. Pepper was out on a business trip and she commanded that they get some bonding time.

"T-That's good with me kiddo," Tony answered as he turned in his bed.

Peter furrowed his brow at the sound of his dads voice. "Dad, you okay?" Peter went to his dads form that was in the covers of his bed. The male sighed and turned to the side his son appeared at.

"I think I may have caught something," Tony admitted before coughing roughly.

"The famous Iron Man has got a cold," Peter smirked. The boy sighed as Tony grabbed a tissue and blew his nose. "Alright, I'll make you some soup. I can train later," Peter smiled. He was no where near upset at this. He loved taking care of Pepper when Tony was off on a mission that he wasn't aloud to go on and Pepper had gotten sick.

"No kid, go train. I rather you learn some stuff and not get hurt on the field. Let your old man lay here," Tony insisted. Peter rolled his eyes at his dad.

"Right, and I have eight legs. I'll make some soup and let Cap know. Besides, I've been training all week." Peter left the room and shut the door with a soft 'click'.

"Hey Pete, what'd Tony say?" Steve asked as he stood, smoothie in hand.

"Well, he's sick. I was wondering if I could skip for the day and take care of him. Against his will."

"Of course, I think he needs something like that anyways. He's been stressed lately, ever since Peppers business trip," Steve sighed as he took a seat.

"Yeah, he worries a lot. I go on patrol and he calls me every half hour. Pepper goes on a business trip and he worries until she's back and in his arms. He seems like the most uncaring person, but he's a big softy," Peter rambled as he began taking stuff out of cupboards and turning on the stove top.

"You're very right. He'll never admit how much he cares to anyone else, but he does and always will," Steve confirmed as he leaned back and watched tv.

"Where is Clint? Usually he's got the cartoons on already," Peter furrowed his brow as he waited for the soup to get done.

"He's out with Natasha. They wanted a certain something from the store. Well, Clint did and Nat didn't want him to get lost. So, she tagged along," Steve sighed, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

"It all makes sense now," Peter smiled.

Then Peter heard a door open and shut from the hallway. He looked up and out came Tony. Peter frowned, "dad, you should still be in bed."

"Well, I've gotta move bud," Tony mumbled as he stumbled a bit. He was groggy and he looked miserable.

"Tony, you need to lay back down. You can't get better when you're moving everywhere," Steve interjected as he turned to look at the billionaire. Tony glared and day next to Steve.

"I'm just, not feeling the best. I'm not on my death bed," Tony grouched.

"Yeah, you're definitely not in bed."

"I'm not a kid," Tony bit back.

"You're acting like one," Steve pushed.

"Soups done!" Peter shouted before things would get worse. Tony loved to pick on Steve no matter what the situation was or when it was.

"Great," Tony smiled at Peter. Steve smiled as the boy came around with a bowl that had steam blowing from the top. Peter rested it in Tony's lap. Thank goodness there was a oven mitt placed under it.

"Thanks kid," Tony ruffled the boys hair.

"Anytime," Peter smiled as he took a seat next to Tony. The three began to watch TV and enjoy the evening.