SpiderMan Avengers One shots Dad!Tony

I'm Always Here

A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a really long time but it is the end of the quarter so I have a lot of stuff going on and dance is starting again. Also, I am very indecisive and decided I will be doing requests again but only if they are posted on my board or Private Messaged to me. It's just easier to keep track of. Also next chapter I will be doing a request and then continuing with the thing you voted on unless I get more requests. 

FLUFF

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Peter POV. 

Today just sucked. I really don't know why. It just sucked. The elevator opens and I drop my backpack on the floor by the couch. Right now I just want to find my da- Mr. Stark and watch a movie and eat ice cream with him. 

"Hey FRIDAY where is Mr. Stark," I ask flopping back on the couch and resting my head against the back. 

"Mr. Stark would like me to inform you to call him Tony. Mr. Stark is in his lab per usual," 

"Then why do you call him Mr. Stark?"

"Mr. Stark programmed me to call him by that name, I do not understand the reasoning behind that." 

I roll my eyes and push myself off the couch and trudge over to the elevator. After a while, the elevator comes to a halt and the doors slide open. I step out of the elevator and walk into the large lab filled with expensive tech. Mr. Stark is sitting at a table with holograms displayed in front of him. His hair is a mess and he is wearing a dirty Black Sabbath T-shirt with a pair of worn down jeans. 

"Hey, Mr. Stark! How are you! My day was kind of bad. I want to drop out of high school. Will you let me?" I say. Mr. Stark spins around on his chair and looks at me with a smirk. He runs his hand through his hair and stands up. 

"Hey, Kid, no you aren't dropping out of high school and how 'bout we watch a movie and eat ice cream. I'm starting to get frustrated and haven't slept in four days," He replies. I death glare him. 

"You know how Pepper and I feel about that." Mr. Stark rolls his eyes at me. 

"A) You're not my mom. B) You're not any better,"

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I sit on the couch and instruct FRIDAY with what show to put on. Mr. Stark is in the kitchen getting ice cream for us. We both decided we would binge-watch both seasons of Designated Survivor (I'm watching it right now:) tonight instead of watching a movie. 

I feel the couch sink as Mr. Stark sits down on the couches next to me. He hands me a tub of ice cream with a spoon in it. 

"Thanks, Mr. Stark," He gives me a side glare. 

"What did I say about calling me, Mr. Stark," 

"It makes you sound like an old man. Even though you are already an old man," Mr. Stark opens his mouth then closes it in defeat I let out a small chuckle and turn my attention to the TV. After 5 episodes we are out of ice cream and my eyelids begin to drop. 

I can feel my body slump against something warm and my head lay against a shoulder, but I can't bring myself to move. 

I feel the body shifting and an arm being wrapped around my shoulder. 

My eyes close then open a few secconds later than close again. 

I sigh and rub my eyes. 

"It's ok Underoos, you can go to sleep," 

I yawn and my eyes start to close again. 

"I love you, dad," I say tiredly. 

The vision of the dark living room turns into darkness and then into my dreams. 

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Third Person POV

Tony's heart flutters as he hears those four words leave the boys mouth. 

"I love you too, Pete," Tony stays in the living room for a while but turns the channel so he and Peter could keep watching the other show together.  Peter's body is still slumped against Tony and Tony refused to move to incase he disturbed the sleepy boy. 

Once the show Tony is watching is over he sighs and shifts himself so he is standing in front of the couch but holding one of his hands under Peter's shoulder. With a huff the older mand picks Peter up, one hand under his shoulders and the other under his knees. Peter immediately snuggles his head into his unofficial but definitely official dad. 

Once Tony enters the boy's room he practically drops him to the bed. Once Peter is laying on the bed Tony delicately covers him up. He runs his hand through his kid's hair and says goodnight. Right as Tony turns to leave he hears a small voice that is muffled by covers. 

"Stay Dad, don't leave," He murmured. Tony's heart warms again and he pulls the covers back once again and slides into the bed. Peter wraps his arms around his dad and lays his head on his chest. Tony smiles again and runs his hand through Peter's hair until he too falls asleep.