Tony: I don't know why I'm texting you this, but I just went to Peter's room because it's 2 am and I always check on him before I go to bed, and when he wasn't there I panicked for a moment before realizing he's with you and...I don't know where I'm going with this.
May: Welcome to being a parent, Tony.
Tony: I'm not, though.
Tony: A parent, I mean.
May: We both know that's not true.
Tony: He's not mine, though.
May: He's just as much mine as he is yours at this point. I know as well as anyone that family doesn't always mean blood.
Tony: You don't have to say that.
May: I'm saying it because it's true. And it's actually nice to co-parent again.
May: Shit. Now I'm sounding like a weirdo.
May: You know what I meant.
Tony: You're being really nice about my 2 am texting frenzy. Thank you for humoring me.
May: He's fine, by the way. Made him do extra treatments and got the wheezing to stop around noon.
Tony: I know. Thank you, May.
Tony: For always humoring my weird texts and forcing meds on spider boy. He's been finnicky about extra treatments and it's starting to give me gray hair.
May: That's what hair dye is for. And I'm the one who should be thanking you a million times over for making sure Peter's got everything he needs right now.
Tony: He's a good kid.
May: He is. And you're a good father figure.
Tony: I'm not.
May: Take the compliment, Stark.
Tony: Yes, Parker.
May: You know that I wish I could have been there for everything.
Tony: Never doubted that for even a second. You know that.
May: Still, I appreciate everything you and Pepper have done for us.
Tony: Hey, it's what family is for, right? ;)
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Air I Breathe
FanfictionPeter licks his dry lips and tries to get his eyes to adjust to the brightness, his chest muscles pulling as he struggles to breathe against gravity. "Tony?" His voice is weak, full of fear and confusion and Jesus, he feels like his body is on fire...
