IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Jumanji -1-

Requested by @FantasyGalGirl

Peter Tony Steve And Clint jumanji into Mario kart and have to win the cup to get out of the game, 100cc

"Hey Mr. Stark," greeted the kind hearted New Yorker. Tony and Clint were lounging in lazy positions, clearly bored out of their minds. Perfect, Peter thought to himself. They looked up at the boy, smiling slightly as they knew whenever Peter was around, fun always followed.

   "Hey kiddo," Tony greeted back up to him, glancing at the disc in the boy's hand. Quirking his brow, Tony trained his eyes on the plain disc. "Whatcha got there?"

   "A smoothie," he snorted, and Clint laughed. "I found it while I was looking for an extra component for my new computer I'm making. I don't know what's on it so I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me."

   "Sure, we've got nothing else to do." They headed to the elevator while half listening to the nonsensical babbling that came from the excited teenager's mouth about his latest dumpster diving experience ("It's not considered dumpster diving, Mr Stark, it's borrowing junk.") Arriving at the higher levels as to not be disturbed, Peter strolled over to the nearest computer and slid in the disc, watching as it effortlessly glided into the retro technology.

   Peter's face lightened up when he noticed the familiar Nintendo logo flash on the screen, followed by the sound of squealing brakes.

   "It's Mario freaking Kart on a computer disc!" He laughed as he ejected the game, grinning while running to the nearest console to play the game with controllers for Clint and Tony. "Dibs Luigi, no takebacks."

   It didn't take long for the trio to settle down. Companied with several bowls of gummy snakes and diet colas, the game was inserted. After a brief argument over what characters were to be selected, (Mr Stark, I called dibs!) Peter with his all time favorite - Luigi, 'because if he had his own game with haunted mansions then he has to be pretty fricking good'. Tony had Daisy, 'if you squint she kinda looks like Pepper'. Clint had Bowser, 'let's just hope he knows about even weight distribution'.

   Peter shuffled impatiently as he waited for Tony and Clint to pick out their carts, which took a surprisingly long amount of time, seeing as the game was an earlier version that only had the choice between two vehicles; large cart or small cart. When they had all decided, Peter chose the Mushroom level, because rainbow road on the Star level was too hard for the old people next to him.

   But weirdly, as soon as he clicked 'Start', his spider senses went crazy, causing him to drop his controller and look around in alarm. The next thing he knew, he was falling out of the sky.

   The ride in the sky was cut off quickly when he felt himself face-planting the muddy floor, his nose hurting in particular. Pushing himself up, he brought his hands to his nose to check if it was broken.

    That's when he noticed his hands were quite different - they were covered in gloves and he had lost a finger on each hand! Peter looked down to see if anything else had changed - what happened to his geeky Star Wars vs Star Trek shirt? It had been replaced with a green long sleeved and blue dungarees, his socks covered in oversized brown shoes.

   "What the fuck?" He whispered as he pulled at the clothing, wondering if they were real. He went to scratch at his head, a nervous tick he had developed after all the time he spent with Bruce in the labs, when he felt something securely planted on the top of his hair, and as much as he tried, he couldn't get it off. He figured it had to be some sort of hat so he just left it on his head.

A high pitched squeal echoed in Peter's ears, surprisingly not making him want to wince - his senses must have been dialed down somehow. Still, following the sound, Peter turned and searched through what seemed to be grass that reached his shoulders to try and find the source of the scream.

He came across a woman, seeming shocked and disoriented as she sat on the muddy grass, like he had been not too long ago. She had long brunette hair, with a long yellow and orange dress that reached the tips of her feet, and white gloves that covered her arms up to her elbows. She wore a shining gold tiara amongst her wavy curls.

"Hello, miss, are you alright?" Peter shocked himself to notice that his voice was very strange, his accent had definitely changed as well.

"You talkin' to me?" The girl said in an annoyed tone, glaring back to Peter.

"Uh, yeah," he responded a little apprehensively, wondering if he had offended the woman in anyway.

"I'm not a girl, I'm a ma-" she stopped short when she looked down at herself, picking at her dress and staring at her slim hands. "What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to misgender you, but can you do me a favor and please tell me where I am?"

The woman- man, the man, looked up from her long auburn locks that bounced around her shoulders and frowned. Anxiety rose up in Peter's chest, he grew concerned that he was too forward, and not apologetic enough. He waited as the man seemed to survey his surroundings, his expression and plump pink lips growing grouchier.

"Dude, I have no idea myself." The man told Peter.

Suddenly, a deafening roar screamed through the air, almost causing Peter to have an accident there and then. He felt weird, he should have expected that. What had happened to his spider sense?

"No way!" Another roar from the distance. "Peter, did you seriously drug me and turn me into Bowser?!"

I love this request but I think I'm gonna have to spilt it up

I changed my number, so no more creepy texts!!

Also so apparently I'm suicidal? According to all of my friends who have suddenly gained a degree in psychology?

Bunch of nerds.

Also, losing my best friend. Kinda losing myself over that too lol. But whatcha gonna do?

This will definitely have a part two btw.