Boxers

How it ended

Peter sighed, slumping down in his chair at his desk. What was he doing wrong? He'd thought for sure that Tony would finally cave after the Property of Stark boxer incident. But besides sitting tantalizingly close and an arm across his lower back there's been nothing.

He blinked back tears and glanced back at the video chat he was having with MJ, Ned, and Shuri.

"Maybe I need to finally accept that it's not going to happen? I've been teasing him for over a year." He sighed sadly and was surprised when all of his friends shook their head.

"No way Spiderboy, he wants you. We've all seen it. We just need a plan." Shuri assured him.

"Maybe you need something like this Pete," Ned turned the camera to his computer where he had pulled up a lacey Ironman thong. It's was a deep red with gold lace and Ironman's face center front.

He could hear MJ and Shuri agree and he could feel a smile creep across his face.

"Maybe with one of the shirts he wears the most often?" he offered his suggestion and they all broke down giggling like they were still 16 and not the 19 year olds they were.

Pulling up the webpage he made an order. It would take two days to get to him and then he'd start the next and hopefully last phase of 'Get the Irondick' as he and his friends had decided to call it.

.-.-

"Hey Friday? Could you let me into Tony's room?" Peter whispered quietly. He knew no one else was on the floor but with his housemates you could never be too careful.

"What is the reason you need to access Bosses room Peter?" Friday's voice came after a moment of hesitation and Peter flashes the nearest camera a quick smile.
"I want to borrow one of Tony's shirts. I'm not going to harm anything I promise but could you also maybe.....not tell him?"

"Boss has given you permissions for overrides as long as they do not endanger yourself. I will not inform him unless he asks or you endanger yourself."

"Thanks Baby Girl."

Peter had been in Tony's room only a hand full of times and he stood just inside the door for a moment and inhaled deeply. As always he felt himself relax, Tony's scent surrounding him. He hadn't admitted to anyone but he had a habit of stealing Tony's shirts when he found them laying around the lab. He never kept them for more than a night but he usually got one night of feeling like Tony was with him and without nightmares.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts he hurried to the closet and grabbed one of what he knew was Tony's favorite shirts. He sighed and hugged it close before hurrying to his room. The next morning was one of their scheduled breakfasts and hopefully Tony would cave and they'd finally get somewhere.

.-.-

Peter made sure he would be one of the first into the kitchen. He'd prepped carefully that morning. Put on Tony's shirt he'd stolen and knotted it so that it fell just to the tops of his hipbones, pulled on the new thong and ruffled his hair a bit extra.

He was standing at the stove making some pancakes when he heard the first few stumble in. It said a lot about how they were getting immune to him when he heard just a few sighs at first and he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"For fucks sake Peter! I can see your asscheeks!!" That was Clint and Peter couldn't help but laugh. Poor Clint. He was one of the few they could always count on to freak out.

He turned hands on his hips which had Hawkeye releasing a little shriek and Steve just face palming again which he counted as a win.
"We all have asscheeks Clint! You have them, Steve has them, even Sam has asscheeks!" Peter gestured at Sam who had just walked in and after staring at Peter for a moment just raised his hands in surrender and rolling his eyes.