And The One Time Tony Got Son Smooched. (Or: I watched the video RDJ posted on his Instagram like 50 million times and wanted to write something about that freaking Dad cheek kiss because it is so adorable.)

Peter doesn't ask for trouble, trouble just kind of finds him, stalks him like a bloodhound until it's basically his second shadow. Tony doesn't ask for stress, stress just sort of follows him around, pads after him like a puppy turned spider-baby, until he's basically Tony's second shadow. Tony, somehow, learns to love and cherish his little stress inducing kid. Peter, on the other hand, just wants trouble to stop biting at his ankles. (Or, Leah's 25 IronDad Bingo Prompts)

Omega Tony Stark is used to the occasional bad day. He has them all the time, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal. However, when his son Peter comes home smelling of fear and blood, the father soon realizes that his worst day isn't when he is upset himself. No. The worst days are when his pup is hurt and Tony can't do anything about it. Almost.

All Peter wanted was a cookie from the top shelf. That's it. Now, on top of interrupting Tony in a very important meeting, the boy has a broken hand and a very worried father he has to deal with. Oh, boy is he screwed.

A series of Unrelated Peter Whump stories that you didn't know you needed until now. Featuring established Overprotective IronDad and a poor, beat up SpiderSon. Enjoy! :D

Getting all A's in the Stark household used to be a requirement, something exspected of a young Tony, genius kid prodigy. It was always brushed off, made to further elevate Howard's immaculate reputation. Now, however, it was a cause for celebration, one where Peter, Tony and Happy would go out to dinner and stuff their faces with as much spaghetti as they could. Too bad no one told Peter that garlic kills spiders.

Tony Stark never thought he would start to get an entire head-full of gray hair at only 48-years-old. Then along came a certain Spider-Baby that turned his whole world upside down. (Or: A series of unrelated fluffy, angsty and soft IronDad fics. Enjoy!)

When Tony woke up one early Saturday morning, he never expected to be bombarded by feelings while making his sleepy son pancakes. But that's exactly what happens.

The news was on, an alien was attacking New York (again), and Peter was on the sidelines. Now, this in itself is pretty crappy, but after watching your Dad get ripped from the sky on live TV, the young Stark is going to have much more than just a broken leg to deal with. Much, much more.

When Peter's study group ends up staying out later than expected, the result is as unsurprising and enduring as Tony could possibly imagine. Or: Peter is tired and wants to cuddle his Dad.