It took Tony exactly 50 minutes to locate Peter's new home. And that was with the help of Google.
It was a terrible rundown shack. There were holes in the windows and a strange chalk outline outside that looked suspiciously shaped like a body.
What the hell did you spend my gifts on you chucklehead?
Standing outside the door, Tony was filled with indecisiveness. How would Peter react? Should he even knock?
It turns out he didn't have to make that decision, as Peter enthusiastically wretched the door open in his face.
"Pizza?"
Oh dear lord.
To say he looked terrible was an understatement. There were unidentifiable stains all over his face and clothes (A gray shirt that said Not Spider-Man and even grayer sweatpants), clear evidence he hadn't shaved in weeks, and a humorous gut emerging from where his abs used to inhabit.
Worst of all, he was taller than Tony.
"What the hell happened to you Underoos?"
Peter just stared at him.
"I don't even know what to say. You look terrible. Oh my God, I die and everything goes to shit."
"Mr. Stark" while Tony may have been nagging him, Peter looked overjoyed. He bent down and swept Tony into a hug.
"This is the best day of my life" he whispered softly.
"Great, now take a shower."
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Legacy: Irondad and Spideyson reunion
FanfictionTony Stark has been dead for fifteen years. Now, with the presence of a mysterious force, he's back. With no memories of the afterlife to rely on, he goes to find the people that made his life worth living. (In which Peter B. Parker from into the sp...
