Tony was woken by crashing coming from the kitchen.
Understandingly concerned(it was 4:23 AM), he made his way down the hall.
The sight that met his eyes was one that left him completely stunned.
"Peter..."
The teenager turned around with a guilty smile. "Hi Mr Stark. What are you doing up?"
"What am- what am I doing up? Why the absolute heck are you baking a cake at four in the morning? And why is the kitchen decorated with streamers and balloons?"
"Celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity! Want a cookie?"
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Irondad Oneshots
FanfictionIrondad is my LIFE. So, based on that, here is my collection of fluffy, angsty, funny, ridiculous(sometimes), stories of our favourite father/son duo. I will not, under ANY circumstances, write Starker. I think it is disgusting, and all my stories a...
