Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Stop studying and go to sleep (Tony x Peter)

Tony stretched as he decided it was finally time to turn in for the night. He was in the workshop all night, originally working with Bruce until he had gone to sleep.

As he pressed the up button on the elevator, his stomach growled and he realized he was much hungrier than he originally thought. He decided he would go to the Avengers’ shared living floor instead of going to his own in order to eat on the off chance that he ran into Bruce.

The elevator slowly rose up, Tony humming to himself as he waited for the doors to open.

A dim light on in the shared living room caught his eye immediately when the doors dinged to an open.

He followed the light and peaked his head into the room, looking around the room until his eyes caught the hunched over figure of a certain fifteen-year-old sitting at the desk in the corner, surrounded by paper.

“Pete?” Tony called out, stifling a laugh when the boy shot up in his seat.

“U-uh, Mr. Stark, what are you doing up?” Peter inquired, cheeks tinged a dusty pink.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing, why are you up at this hour? You need your sleep kid.” Tony approached and put his hand on his back, rubbing absentmindedly.

“I’m alright Mr. Stark. I-uh, I just need to finish what I’m doing, then I’ll sleep.” Peter stuttered out, failing to stifle a yawn in an attempt to mask his exhaustion.

“How long have you been working for?” Tony inquired, his hand going up and massaging Peter’s shoulders out of habit.

“Well only since 5:30, it’s no big deal. I just can’t seem to do it fast enough, but I should be done in an hour or a few.”

“Seriously kid? Nuh uh, you’re going to bed right now. It’s almost 4:30, you’ve been at it for 11 hours, that’s enough.” Tony lectured, continuing to absentmindedly massage, “You gotta take care of yourself Pete. You’re just a kid, and sleep is so import- was that a giggle?”

Peter was attempting to pry Tony’s hand away from his neck as a short stream of airy giggles escaped him. “Ihihihit wahahahasn’t.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound too convincing.” Tony brought his other hand up, massaging the teen’s neck on both sides, sending him into a blissful fit of careless giggles.

“Mihihihister Stahahahahark! Stahahahahp ihihit!” Peter squealed, try to pry Tony’s hands away from his sensitive body.

“I’ll only let up if you go to bed Spidey-boy. You gotta get regular sleep starting now.” Tony blew air down onto Peter’s neck, smiling down at the adorable boy in a giggling heap in his seat.

Peter tried to hold out for a little longer, his head thrown back as he lost himself in the tickle touches and his unstoppable laughter.

“Okahahahay! Ohohohokahahay! Ihihihill slehehehep!” Peter laughed out, trying even further to curl in on himself.

Tony let up, ruffling the teen’s hair and laughing as he calmed down.

“From now on you’re going to sleep better, right? You need your sleep.”

Peter muttered something under his breath, receiving five fingers spidering over the back of his neck until he agreed to the terms.

“Fihihihine! Fine, yeah, I’ll sleep better!” Peter sprung up out of his seat, bolting towards his room, “goodnight Mr. Stark!”

“Goodnight Kid,” Tony chuckled to himself. He decided to take his own advice, heading to his room within a fit of yawning.