The Stars Are So Much Brighter When Reflected In Your Eyes

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Prompt by @anon: Can you write just a smol IronDad fluff fic please- Just something little- I don't even care if it's just a headcanon, I need some IronDad fluff by Leah rn-

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

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Peter shuffles closer to Tony, reaching out to clutch at his father's coat sleeve with a shaking and numb hand.

"Why are we up here again?" The boy practically whines, stepping quickly behind Tony as the man continues up the steps toward the roof. "Is it a mission?"

His Dad chuckles, reaching behind him and grabbing Peter's arm, pulling him so that the young Stark is in front of him as they reach the top. "It's a surprise, bambino."

Peter shivers, pushing the cold, metal door open with his free hand, his other still gripping Tony's coat. "But it's cold."

"It'll be worth it, I promise."

The spidering grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest as both him and his father step out onto the roof, the icy wind biting at his face. Glancing around at the dark sky above them, Peter squints as his eyes fill with tears.

"Come here, bud." Tony calls as he steps away and over to what looks like a tarp on the ground. "We don't have that much time left."

Frowning in confusion, Peter pads over to stand beside his father. Tony smiles down at the teen, pressing on his son's shoulder so that the boy slides down to sit on the tarp. Around him, blankets sit and Peter reaches out and grabs one, wrapping it around his shoulders as Tony settles down beside him.

The man wordlessly pulls Peter to lean back against his chest, angling them so that they are looking up at the black sky.

"Any minute now, kiddo." Tony whispers, resting his chin on top of Peter's head. "Just wait."

Letting out a sigh, the spiderling just snuggles closer, sinking further against his father as the man wraps his arms tighter around him. A quick kiss is pressed against his brow before Tony tenses up, his hand shooting up to point at a faint pulsing light in the distance.

"There it is!" The genius basically shouts, jostling Peter. "See it, Petey-Pie?"

Peter's eyes widen. "Is that-?"

"A meteor shower?" Tony grins, his gaze reflecting the faint blue glow of the Reactor as he glances down at his son. "You bet, bud! It's it great?"

"Yes." Peter breathes, watching as more streaks of light smear across the sky, a blaze of white against a hazy blue-black. "It's incredible, Dad."

Tony grins wider, curling his arms even tighter around his kid as the boy gazes up at the shooting stars above them. Peter can feel the superhero's eyes on his face but the teenager can't force himself to look away from the flashes overhead.

It isn't until something is pushed into his hands that Peter drags his gaze away from the sky.

"Here, Bambi." Tony says softly, flicking a stray curl from his son's face. "Drink up, it's still hot."

Taking the offered thermos in a trembling grip, Peter unscrews the lid with numb fingers, taking a small sip. The taste of warm coco fills his mouth and the boy lets out a contented sigh.

"Thanks, Dad." Peter whispers as soon as he's done drinking, setting the cup beside them and resting back again. "This-This is exactly what I needed."

A scratchy kiss is pressed against Peter's temple. "It's no problem, baby."

Smiling, the spiderling looks again to the sky, a faint rumble shaking his back as Tony starts to hum softly. His voice, deep and soothing, fils up Peter with a sort of safety that only his father could offer. Blinking back tears that have nothing to do with the chill in the air, the boy responds to the humming with another sigh.

Above them, the sky continues to spill streaks of light, quick and silent.

A beat. A burst, sinking back into the blackness. Another, this one short and bright, burning up before Peter has time to blink.

The teen tries to make a wish, to think of anything he would rather have in this moment, but he comes up empty.

Instead, Peter watches the sky, sinking further into his Dad's warm embrace, and smiles.

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