Tiny three year old Peter Stark waddled over to his Dad who was busy working on some paperwork. Mama had said not to bother Daddy, but Daddy hated paperwork, so technically, he would be doing Daddy a favor right? That was the justification, and, he was really, really bored.
He gently tugged on his Dad’s pant to regain balance, mumbling, “Dada!” Tony smiled pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, very happy to see his son. And to not have to read the boring paperwork.
Peter smiled and pointed at his Daddy, “Dada!” Tony nodded, “Yeah buddy! Good job!” Peter asked, “I play with Dada!” Tony smirked, “You want Dada to play with you?” Peter shook his head, “No, I play with Dada!”
(Reference:
Bruce: You want me to help you upload JARVIS into this thing?
Tony: No, I want to help you upload JARVIS into this thing. )
Tony nodded, “Alright bud, you can play with me.” Peter smiled hard and it took all of Tony not to melt. “So, Peter, what should we play?” Peter pondered for a second, “Blocks!” Tony chuckled, “Blocks it is little man.”
Tony retreived the blocks and dumped the contents out, sending the blocks flying which made Peter giggle. Peter immediatly reached for the one in Tony’s hand. Tony spoke, “Bud, this one is mine. Get your own.” Peter shook his head, snatching the block from Tony. Tony gave him a look and Peter erupted into laughter. Tony smirked as he advanced towards his tiny toddler, “You find that funny?” Peter laughed, “Dada ver’ funny.”
Tony cocked an eyebrow, lips curled into a dangerous smirk, “Oh yeah? So then how’s this?” He furiously rubbed his fingers against Peter’s stomach, tickling him, sending him into fits of laughter. Tony felt a grin grow on his face, “Yeah? Is that funny?”
All three year old Peter could do was helplessly laugh as he was tickled to his doom. He nodded his head, “Ver’ funny.” Tony tickled Peter even harder, putting his face just inches from Peter’s. “Yeah? How’s that?”
Peter was in too much fits of laughter to answer Tony, but his face was red and the only audible thing was how hard the kiddo was laughing. After a few minutes, Peter managed to wheeze out, “Dada stop! Too much!” Tony tickled Peter a little bit more, and then gave up. He helped the flushed boy up, and enveloped him in a giant hug. He then planted a kiss on his forehead. Peter tugged on his Daddy’s beard, “Scratchy.”
Another smirk curled up on Tony’s lips, “Yeah?” He gently rubbed his beard against Peter’s sensitive skin causing him to giggle. Peter playfully repremanded, “Dada!”
Tony removed his beard from Peter’s face and planted a gentle kiss on Peter’s temple. Peter leaned into his dad’s chest, curling up against him, “I luva you Dada!”
Tony’s heart swelled with pride as he kissed his cheek, “I luva you too Peter.”
A/N: Hey fam! I'm going to start writing my longer oneshots soon cause I don't like how short these are. I also wrote a couple fics and I would l o v e if you guys could check them out! Thanks so much!
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Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel
Fanfiction["I'm only one call away, and I'll be there to save the day. Superman's got nothing on me.] This is the continuation of my previous oneshots book "Kid, tell me what happened". I write Irondad and Spiderson. And some with other Avengers too. If you...
