Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Tony, get me out already! (Peter x Tony)

He didn't know how he had gotten into this situation, all he knew is that he was in it now and needed to get out. He had tried to pull the web back into the shooters, but he was well and truly stuck. Mr. Stark was looking at him with both curiosity and amusement.

"Well...I mean, at least we know the webs are strong." Peter glared at him as he fought against the webs keeping him pinned on the wall.

"Yeah. They're strong. Now would you get me out of here?" Peter huffed out as he resigned himself to being trapped against the wall.

'I can try." Mr. Stark walked around the room, examining different tools on his desk. He pulled something sharp off the desk and walked over to Peter. He tried to cut the web starting right outside of the shooters, but it was practically hard as steel, which he should have known, considering he was the one that reinforced it.

"No luck? Ah man I'm gonna be stuck here forever."

"You've tried retracting it? Why isn't that working?"

"Gee Mr. Stark, I don't know. You're the one who designed it! You tell me." Peter laughed slightly and slammed his head back against the wall.

"Don't get sassy, kid." Tony shook his head and set down the tool. He grabbed the web next to Peter's sides, and pulled away in shock when Peter backed away from him and huffed out a breath.

"Shit! Did I hurt you? Are you alright?" Peter nodded hysterically.

"Yeah. Maybe you should just get Steve or something, he's a little stronger than you. Maybe he can get me out."

"No. No I've almost got it. I think I felt it give a little bit. Why'd you flinch so hard?"

"I...just thought you were gonna hit me when you were pulling." Tony narrowed his eyes at him, but shrugged it off and put his hands back on the web He looked up at Peter's face, which was red and his cheeks were puffed out.

"Peter, are you having problems breathing? Why is your face so red?"

"Noho reason! Just get this stuff off me." Tony dug harder into the web and that was when he heard it. It was barely noticeable, but Peter let out a little laugh. Realization struck Tony and he looked up at Peter's face.

"A little ticklish are we?" Peter's eyes widened in shock and he shook his head.

"No. Nononono. Mr. Stark, please just get me out of this. Maybe a laser? Would a laser work?" A smirk crossed Tony's face and Peter's blood ran cold.

"Don't. Mr. Stark don't. I'm stronger than you, I'll get Steve to help me." Tony smiled and patted his cheek.

"Oh kid. You're in no position to be making threats." With that, Tony dug into Peter's sides and he screamed out in bright laughter. Tony smiled at the sound. The kid had way too much on his mind lately, and he really needed an excuse to laugh. As his fingers moved all over Peter's body, he saw him start to struggle less and less and just give in to the feeling.

"Are you okay Peter? Too much?"

"No. No I'm okay. Really. I just want out of these webs." Tony smiled at the fact that Peter didn't ask him to stop, and that was what let him know that it was okay to continue. He reached up to start pinching at Peter's ribs which caused a bout of struggling and thrashing harder than he had the entire time he was trapped. A small ripping sound echoed through the room, but Tony didn't pay attention to that. He was focused on the sound of his kid's-Peter's-laughter. He did pay attention though, when Peter fell to the ground. He was breathing heavily, and Tony walked up to examine the webs. They were shredded from where Peter had ripped through.

"You were struggling so hard that you ripped through the webs. God kid, how ticklish are you?!" Peter glared playfully up at him.

"Well I think you just saw, didn't you?" Tony smirked.

"What did I say about getting sassy? I guess you didn't learn after all." Tony dropped down onto his knees and continued what he started earlier. Peter's laughter echoed around the room for what seemed like an hour, until a cough startled Tony's fingers into halting.

"So...what's going on?" Tony looked to the entrance to the lab and saw Natasha standing over them.

"The kid got a little....wrapped up." Peter sighed and rolled his eyes as he sat up, and then he punched Mr. Stark in the shoulder.

"I can see that. Have fun boys." Natasha smiled as she walked out.

Those two are the cutest things. Of course, she'd never let anyone else knew that she thought that. Back in the lab, Tony was pulling Peter to his feet, and was surprised when Peter wrapped him in a hug.

"Thanks Mr. Stark." Tony smiled and pulled the kid in closer, ruffling his hair.

"Any time kid. Any time."