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Today sucked.
Plain and simple, today sucked. May had already left for her shift by the time Peter even woke up, so he didn't even get to say bye to her. And MJ was out sick, so she wasn't there to stick up for him while Flash relentlessly picked on him. Sure ned was there, but he wasn't as intimidating (read: terrifying) as MJ.
He was still grateful for Ned sticking up for him, but it definitely wasn't as effective as he intended.
So yeah, today sucked. By the end of school he had gotten shoved into multiple lockers, called more insults then he could count, and gotten tripped in the hallway on the way to his class.
He just wanted to go see his dad.
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When Tony came into the common room, he was expecting to see his bright, adorable, happy kid bouncing about the place. So you could say he was slightly caught off guard by the sight of Peter draped dramatically on the plush sofa with a pillow covering his face.
His expression turning into a worried frown, he walked over to the couch, kneeling on the floor beside where the small boy was resting.
He ran a gentle hand through the chocolate curls poking out from behind the pillow, making his presence known, even though he knew Peter probably already knew he was there.
When Peter didn't lean eagerly into the touch, he became even more worried, if anything, he stiffened at the contact, as if keeping himself from melting into it.
Frown deepening, he gently pulled the pillow off the boys face, ducking his head to try to catch his eye, giving him a sympathetic smile.
Peter smiled tiredly at his mentor, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Not particularly"
Tony sighed as Peter put the pillow back over his baby-face. He reached out, pulling it off the couch, ignoring the indignant sound of protest the small boy made, and tossing it to the side.
Peter finally sighed, letting his head fall back on to the armrest with a cushioned thud, his previous resolve crumbling as he let out a small groan.
"It was just- just a rough day is all"
Tony raised an eyebrow, silently asking for him to elaborate, resting an encouraging hand on the boys arm when the boy sighed again.
"MJ was out sick today, and aunt May left for work before I woke up so I didn't get to see her at all today. And just- just Flash just would not leave me alone and I just don't know why?" He rambled in one breath, "I just don't get it? Why does he- he hate me? Like yeah my healing will take care if it but it still hurts- hurts when he like, shoves me into the loc- I should stop talking"
Tony's previously murderous look softened slightly at Peter's sheepish look before, sighing himself. God, this kid. His kid.
"We'll be talking about that later. Right now, I'm only worried about my kid"
Peter's lips quirked up a bit at that, a small flush creeping up at his ears that had Tony melting as he watched his kid mess with the collar of his shirt.
Finally, he let out a big breath and flopped back down onto the cushions. He stretched his arms over his head, sighing in frustration.
His shirt lifted slightly at the movement, exposing his belly. Tony got an idea. The man smirked mischievously, before pouncing.
He blew a raspberry on the small boys belly, Peter's yelp of surprise turning into a shriek of laughter and adorable giggles, as he squirmed to get away. Tony held his waist so he couldn't get away, before tickling along his sides, his heart soaring at the high pitched laughter he got in return.
"Mr.-Mr. Stark! Sto-op it!"
Tony chuckled teasingly. He wasn't done yet, he just got his kid laughing!
He blew another raspberry on his cheek, Peter snorting at the sensation as well as the tickly feeling of his dad's goatee. He half heartedly pushed his father away, allowing for a ticklish kiss to be placed on his forehead, before his dad's tickling on his belly again.
"Nope! We just got you laughing, kiddie"
Peter weakly struggles in his hold before dissolving into more high pitched giggles that Tony decides are his favorite sound in the world.
Tony places one last big raspberry on the middle of the boys belly, before relenting his attack.
Peter shrieks, laughter slowly turning into soft hiccups. Tony scoops the small boy up with ease, settling himself on the couch with his precious cargo I'm his lap, cradling him to his chest like a newborn baby.
Peter let's out a whine, grumbling under his breath, something about 'being fifteen, not five' but Tony ignores it. He missed out on so much of Peter's life, he's gonna take whatever he can get. He'll be there for everything next.
He didn't get to do this with him when he was a baby or a toddler, so he sure as hell is gonna coddle the shit out of him now. Because teenager or toddler, he's still Tony's baby, and he's gonna make up for all the lost time.
Peter half heartedly protests the treatment, before relaxing, and melting into his hold, Tony's heart melts a little too.
By the time they've eaten dinner, and watched 2 and a half Star Wars movies, it's already past 9. Not too late, but Peter can barely keep his doe eyes opened, so Tony decides it's time to put his spider-baby to bed.
He stands up, picking Peter up without so much as a grunt of effort, ignoring the sleepy grumbles he gets in return. He settles him on his hip, before walking to Peter's room.
He notices now that Peter's still in his clothes from school, so he helps him change into pajamas because Peter couldn't keep his eyes opened long enough to put his pajama shirt on. And picks the small boy up again, settling him on his hip, ignoring the way his heart pangs with paternal love when Peter's hand sleeping movies to clench the collar of Tony's shirt.
Tony's large callused hand cradling the small boys head to his chest, his other arm supporting the boys bottom. Peter sighs contentedly in his sleep, little puffs of breath against Tony's neck a beautiful reminder that his kid is safe.
Soft purrs escaping the small boy as Tony sways them side to side. Tony hides his grin in Peter's curls. Reveling in the small, warm weight in his arms.
Rhodey finds them both fast asleep in Peter's room, in the morning, Peter sprawled out on top of his father.
He grins wider than he'd care to admit, and snaps way too many pictures of the duo. Sending them to the 'Ironfam' groupchat of course, May, Happy and Pepper need to appreciate the adorable Spider-baby and his soft irondad too.