Irondad Oneshots

If I'm far from home

After the initial relief of heading home, there was a whole lot of terror.

Because Peter had fought unknown villains in Europe, with no backup, except a one eyed heathen.

“He’s gonna kill me Ned.” Peter whispered frantically.

His best friend shoved his shoulder playfully. “Your dad? He'll be happy you're alive, more like. I wouldn't be surprised if he watched everything on Live TV.”

“Thanks for that happy thought,” Peter griped.

“No problem,” Need piped, blissfully unaware of his friend's inner turmoil.

The plane touched down, and the students gathered their belongings.

People swarmed the exit, people pushing and shoving to be first off.

Peter glanced shyly at MJ. “So. It was really-”

“Yeah." She said quietly. "It was fun.”

He shuffled his feet. “Wanna- get coffee soon?”

She gave a small smirk. “Depends. Is it a date?”

He blinked, his words suddenly not working, and managed a small nod.

MJ fluttered her fingers. “Then yeah. See you guys in two weeks. Or sooner.” And she was gone.

Need poked Peter, breaking him out of his daze, and taking the goofy smile off his face. “Come on. I don't want to keep my mom waiting.”

The reminder of what was waiting urged them into movement, and they stepped down the stairs.

Need was immediately swamped in a motherly hug, and he wheezed, waving one hand at Peter. “Call me- later. Tell me… if he kills you-”

Peter saluted playfully. “Yes sir captain sir.”

He trudged away from the crowd, scanning for familiar faces.

A brief flash of disappointment flared, then he pushed it back. After all, they weren't expecting him home yet. He hadn't called ahead.

Or at all, really.

He hadn't talked to anyone from home in weeks.

He pulled out his phone, grinning at the contact names.

Star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Uncle Bruce

Katniss

Irondad

Happy-days-are-here-again

Aunt Nat

Boss Lady

He clicked on the last one, waiting for the woman to pick up.

Within seconds, she had answered.

“Peter? Hey! What's up?”

Peter kicked his foot against the gravel. “Hey mom. I- I need a ride. I'm at the airport. I didn't tell anyone when I was getting home because I wanted to surprise you guys, but I have no way to get home now. Think you can make it?”

He could nearly feel her smile through the phone.

“Of course! Want me to keep it under wraps?”

Peter grinned, sliding into a seat at the cafe. “Got it in one. See you in a bit?”

“Yup. We have so much catching up to do.”

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He spotted the red hair first, then the tall person behind her.

He grinned as he recognized the second figure. “How's Laura?”

Clint dropped into a chair, waving his hand. “The light of my eye, the common sense to my stupidity, the no to my yes-”

Peter barely had the chance to nod before he was engulfed in a hug by Pepper.

He grinned and returned it. “How is everyone?”

His mom pulled him out of his seat, towards the door, with Clint grumbling about just having gotten situated. “Everyone's good. Tony missed you like crazy, and I nearly went bonkers trying to stop him from flying out to Europe when he saw the news. Mo is a mess, as always. Clint sobbed like a baby.”

“Did not!” She ignored the yelp behind her.

“Steve and Bucky kinda retired, and have an apartment in Brooklyn. Shuri is driving T'challa bonkers with her references.”

Peter slid into the front seat of the car, grinning impishly at Clint as the archer glared at him. “I called dibs on shotgun.”

The teenager shrugged. “Oops.”

The ride to the tower was only half an hour, and by the time they got there, Pepper had gotten all the information on everything, and when I say everything I mean everything, that had happened in Europe. You would have thought she was the trained spy in the vehicle. Clint was an interested bystander, though, occasionally chiming in with his opinions.

The tower was surprisingly empty, only a few employees bustling around.

Pepper took them directly to the private elevator, waving to Clint as he left, off to do- whatever birds do in their free time.

The penthouse was empty, except for excited giggling coming from the nursery.

"Daddy!" The voice was high pitched and young. "Do a flip!"

The voice that replied was tired, and extremely familiar. "I'm too old to do a flip, Mo."

Pepper knocked on the door, opening it a crack. "Tony? Someone to see you."

The door opened a crack, and a small redhead peeked out. Her eyes widened as she saw Peter, and she flung herself at him with an earsplitting squeal. "Petey!"

He caught the little girl, swinging her around. "Morgan! I missed my favorite girl!"

Her lower lip poked out. "Are you okay? Daddy said bad men wanted to hurt you."

He squeezed her tightly. "Yeah. I'm okay, bambino."

Tony appeared in the doorway, eyes widening as he took in his kids. "Peter?"

Peter turned, giving Morgan one last squeeze, and setting her down. "Hey dad."

Tony pulled him into a hug. "You're an idiot, you know."

Peter chuckled. "Yeah, well. I didn't ask Nick Fury to tranquilize Ned."

Tony pulled back, studying him with a critical eye. "You look thin. Have you been eating enough? For your metabolism?"

Peter rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, mom."

Tony poked his stomach. "Respecr your elders kid."

The teenager ducked away, scooping his sister up again. "Well then you certainly qualify."

"Why you little-"