Spiderson and Iron dad one shots

ADHD

I'm hella sick rn, so while writing this I am in horrendous pain thanks to I don't fucking know what and I feel like I'm being punched and stabbed in the side. I can't breathe because it hurts. Help.

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I still have no requests so lemme know what you would like to see (I'll do anything except Starker. That should be illegal. Ugh, I'm already feeling horrible and I wanna puke thinking about it)

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'K, this one is fairly straightforward, pretty wholesome, and I just realized I haven't eaten anything in a day. Oops.

Peter and I were in the lab doing some work on the newest version of the Ironman suit. It was another Thursday at the tower, and Peter was perfectly content with listening to AC/DC, working with me on the suit, and talking about his school day. I was perfectly content with that too. We would head up for dinner with and a movie with Pep in about an hour.

Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to look at it and it was Peter's leg bouncing up and down quickly. "You nervous about something kid?" I asked Peter looked at me funny. "Uh, no? Why?" I pointed at his leg. It hadn't stopped bouncing. 

He looked down, clearly confused. I spoke up again. "Actually, you haven't stopped fidgeting since you got here." Peter looked up at me again. "Oh...yeah, I-I guess you're right Mr. Stark." I frowned and narrowed my eyes. "Kid, what have I told you about that 'Mr. Stark' shit?" He laughed "I'll stop calling you Mr. Stark when you stop calling me Kid."

I shot him a look but it was wiped off when I saw that stupid little sarcastic smile of his. I had to get back at him for being a little shit. "I'll never stop calling you Kid, Kid." Peter shrugged. "Okay then, Mr. Stark." I laughed and we got back to work. This time, Peter drummed his fingers on his thigh to the beat to Thunderstruck as he wired the nano-tech repulsers.

I was working on a glitch in the helmet when a thought crossed my mind. Peter hasn't stopped moving from the second I met him. I had also noticed that he had trouble focusing, even on missions. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Peter was constantly moving, he couldn't focus on things without assistance, and he seemed to talk nonstop. (Now, it was never annoying, It was always interesting to listen to Peter rant about random things.)

It was completely obvious to me now. Peter had ADHD. I paused. Peter noticed after a second. "Mr. Stark?" I turned to him. He looked slightly concerned. "Peter, I think you might have ADHD." Peter looked at me. Then he looked at the table, his eyes calculating. "Would you want to get tested?" I asked softly. "Yeah." Peter nodded but then his stomach rumbled. "Maybe Dinner first?"

I laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah Kid, Pep said the food could get here any minute." We then stood and walked up to the dinning room where Pepper was waiting with boxes of Chinese food. "There are my boys! I was gonna have Fri call you up." Peter smiled and started talking about how much better Kendall was than Kylie, which was completely false. 

So, I sat across from him and we argued over Chinese while Pepper laughed at us for being so passionate about a stupid TV show. Peter could get tested later. Right now I just wanted to argue with my son over trashy tv, and laugh at my wife for being lost in the idiotic banter. Ii was pretty fucking amazing.

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I'm gonna make this quick cause I got better and then my side started hurting, I hope you liked this one. lemme know what you think, and dont die.