nerds are my type // p. parker

four

Marcus was thrashing around in his bed, nightmares of that fucking clown flying through his head. He was screaming, clawing at the bedsheets and everything near him. This of course woke up Tony, who ran into his bedroom with the Iron Man suit on. Seeing that he was just having a nightmare, he stepped out of the suit and ran over to gently wake up Marcus.

Shaking him lightly, Marcus jumped up, his eyes half hooded but fear still visible on his face. "D-Dad?" he said, before he could process what he was saying. His heart was beating too fast to care.

"Yeah," Tony whispered, pulling the boy into a hug, rocking him back and forth. "It's alright, Dad's here. I'm right here." Marcus couldn't go back to sleep just yet, he was to scared. So the two of them just sat there in that position until Marcus' breath evened out. Tony looked down at the boy -his son- and smiled, walking back to his room.

Marcus woke up a few hours later to his alarm going off. It was Saturday morning, which meant that all the Avengers that didn't live at the compound are coming over. Which also meant that Marcus had to get up, get changed, and make breakfast. So, he slid into the baggiest sweatpants he could find and a hoodie that could probably have fit the Hulk.

Making his way downstairs, (walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home now) he went towards the kitchen where he grabbed the chocolate milk from the fridge and started chugging it. Yes, from the carton, but to be fair he had a sticky note with his name on it. He started making breakfast for the team; pancakes for Nat and Rhodey, avocado toast for Wanda, waffles for Sam and Tony, cereal for Marcus, French toast for Steve, and a fake apple for Vision because he wanted to feel included.

Tony walked into the room, giving Marcus a quick one armed hug as he walked over to the coffee machine. "Morning, son," he smiled, humming a Black Sabbath song quietly. Marcus' eyes widened and he sighed as he turned to the man, who was smirking into the coffee mug and pretending to read a newspaper.

"Uh, yeah," Marcus coughed, scratching his neck. "About what I said last night, I was delirious and scared and I-" he was cut off by Tony turning the mug around.

"Don't worry about it. I already got myself a mug." The mug was red, and big golden letters was written: World's Best Iron Dad. Marcus couldn't help but laugh at how corny the man was, enveloping him in a tight hug before everyone walked in.

Soon enough everyone started fighting over the Sokovian Accords. Marcus didn't have enough energy for that, so he left to go meet with his friends. By that he meant he stormed into Carly and Amy's apartment with four boxes of pizza.