Part 20 of the Spider-man Stories: Not Otherwise Specified series
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapter 1/? || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Foster Care, Selectively Mute Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort …
Summary:After six years of being in the foster care system, fourteen year old Peter Parker somehow managed to win an opportunity to meet his hero. The one and only Tony Stark.
“Not much of a talker is he,” Tony casually stated, making Peter stomach churn with unease. He had no idea where the man was going with his assessment and wasn’t really sure how to properly defend himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
“Peter has what they call selective mutism,” the social worker replied. “So, no. I suppose he’s not much of a talker.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and arched his eyebrow. “He doesn’t talk at all?”
“I’ve been his social worker for six years and I’ve never heard more than a peep out of him,” the social worker said, this time, turning towards Peter to offer him a reassuring smile.
Part 20 of the Spider-man Stories: Not Otherwise Specified series
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapter 1/? || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Foster Care, Selectively Mute Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort …
Summary:After six years of being in the foster care system, fourteen year old Peter Parker somehow managed to win an opportunity to meet his hero. The one and only Tony Stark.
“Not much of a talker is he,” Tony casually stated, making Peter stomach churn with unease. He had no idea where the man was going with his assessment and wasn’t really sure how to properly defend himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
“Peter has what they call selective mutism,” the social worker replied. “So, no. I suppose he’s not much of a talker.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and arched his eyebrow. “He doesn’t talk at all?”
“I’ve been his social worker for six years and I’ve never heard more than a peep out of him,” the social worker said, this time, turning towards Peter to offer him a reassuring smile.
After such a successful run, last year, @obsessionoftheday and I are super excited to be hosting @sicktember again this coming September.
The event is open to all fandoms. But let’s face it, what I’m most excited to see is some amazing irondad and spiderson content. Just some sweet sweet hurt/comfort to soothe my soul.
If your interested, prompts will be released on May 15th!
Part 20 of the Spider-man Stories: Not Otherwise Specified series
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapter 1/? || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Foster Care, Selectively Mute Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort …
Summary:After six years of being in the foster care system, fourteen year old Peter Parker somehow managed to win an opportunity to meet his hero. The one and only Tony Stark.
“Not much of a talker is he,” Tony casually stated, making Peter stomach churn with unease. He had no idea where the man was going with his assessment and wasn’t really sure how to properly defend himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
“Peter has what they call selective mutism,” the social worker replied. “So, no. I suppose he’s not much of a talker.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and arched his eyebrow. “He doesn’t talk at all?”
“I’ve been his social worker for six years and I’ve never heard more than a peep out of him,” the social worker said, this time, turning towards Peter to offer him a reassuring smile.
Part 20 of the Spider-man Stories: Not Otherwise Specified series
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapter 1/? || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Foster Care, Selectively Mute Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort …
Summary:After six years of being in the foster care system, fourteen year old Peter Parker somehow managed to win an opportunity to meet his hero. The one and only Tony Stark.
“Not much of a talker is he,” Tony casually stated, making Peter stomach churn with unease. He had no idea where the man was going with his assessment and wasn’t really sure how to properly defend himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
“Peter has what they call selective mutism,” the social worker replied. “So, no. I suppose he’s not much of a talker.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and arched his eyebrow. “He doesn’t talk at all?”
“I’ve been his social worker for six years and I’ve never heard more than a peep out of him,” the social worker said, this time, turning towards Peter to offer him a reassuring smile.
Part 20 of the Spider-man Stories: Not Otherwise Specified series
No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapter 1/? || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Foster Care, Selectively Mute Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort …
Summary:After six years of being in the foster care system, fourteen year old Peter Parker somehow managed to win an opportunity to meet his hero. The one and only Tony Stark.
“Not much of a talker is he,” Tony casually stated, making Peter stomach churn with unease. He had no idea where the man was going with his assessment and wasn’t really sure how to properly defend himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
“Peter has what they call selective mutism,” the social worker replied. “So, no. I suppose he’s not much of a talker.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and arched his eyebrow. “He doesn’t talk at all?”
“I’ve been his social worker for six years and I’ve never heard more than a peep out of him,” the social worker said, this time, turning towards Peter to offer him a reassuring smile.
Sicktember is a month-long, multi-fandom prompt event that is taking place in September! This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.
Please refer to our FAQ. If you still have questions or need clarification, feel free to send an ask on this blog, or our personal blogs @yes-i-am-happyaspieand@obsessionoftheday.
We are so excited about this event and hope to have lots of participation! We can’t wait to read what you all create with these prompts!
I remember that Peter and the AcaDec Team were going on a Field Trip and there was this very important Guest (Or Speaker?) and Peter had to reveal his identity because someone attacked them and the building collapsed on them. Peter was able to hold the giant debris so people weren’t squished, but they were trapped under. He reassured a little girl and said they weren’t going to die and it was all going to be just fine. The Avengers found out and they literally rushed to the place and had to slowly look for Peter. They were able to find Peter, but when they lifted the debris from him, he colllapsed. The Guest Speaker went to have a press confrence speaking about how he thought in the beginning Peter was arrogant saying things like “It’s going to be alright” or “Everything’s gonna be ok” but realized that he was determined, not arrogant.
That’s all I remember from this fanfic. Hope you can help me find it.
By the way if you can type down more tags for me in the comment. I’m not completely aware of the tags frequently used in this fandom. Like is there any Avenger Fam? Or smth.
Finally he was able to open his eyes and look around. He found himself in an unfamiliar hospital room, he could see the lights streaming in from the windows of the room that lined the wall showing the outside landscape that was so blatantly obviously not New York City. He remembered that he was in Wakanda. He could also see a separate fluorescent light coming in from the window on the door and the other walls with a view of the extravagant futuristic hallways.
However most notably was the little girl who had made her way back over to him with little hesitation and was now peering up at him from the side of the hospital bed.
“Is that better, Peter?” The little girl asked in the same loud whisper. “Daddy told me that sometimes lights are too bright and noises are too loud for you. ‘pecially when you’re hurt.”
He had absolutely no idea who this girl’s father was and how he had known about Peter’s spider sensitivities.
Or in other words:
Peter wakes up to a strang little girl who he doesn’t know but seems to know all about him.
I wasn’t going to update the form or list until nominations had closed, but I realized that was unfair to those nominated as their stories would not be in the collection. This is not quite complete, as there were a few more submissions in the night, but this is as fas as I’ve got over the last two days.
NOTE: Some creators have asked to not be inciuded in the awards, so if you nominated someone that’s not made the list, that’s why.
The first time the Rogues figured out that Tony was hiding something was during one of their meetings discussing the New Sokovia Accords. The Accords had been revised while the Rogues were on the run and they still need some tweaking even after the Rogue Avengers had been pardoned. So, not long after the Rogue Avengers came to the Compound, they scheduled a meeting with the new Secretary of State, Tony, and Rhodey, and began to hatch out the mistakes of the old Accords and what to add to the new one.
“We’re not making small-time heroes like Spider-Man and Daredevil reveal their identities if they don’t want to!” Tony argues, standing up and slamming his hands on the table. He glowers at the new Secretary of State who suggested that they keep the superhero registration system that also conveniently revealed who the superheroes were.
“That’s not what I was suggesting, Mr. Stark,” the new Secretary of State Thomas Ellis’s hologram says. “All I was saying was that all superheroes should be registered under the Avengers Initiative and will be called into the bigger battles if they are needed. Their names would not be disclosed to the public and they will not be crowned as an Avenger unless all of the current Avengers agree.”
Tony, now assured that Peter’s identity will be kept a secret until the kid decides to reveal himself, sits back down in his chair next to Rhodey and Natasha. “Why are you protecting that kid, Stark?” Sam asks, looking at Tony with a perked eyebrow. Tony glares at Wilson and just manages to stop himself from standing again.
“Because he’s a kid,” Tony stresses, using Sam’s words against him. Sam opens his mouth to make a retort but is cut off when Tony’s watch suddenly flashes red and blue. Tony feels his face pale and he immediately taps his arc reactor that happens to be concealing one of the first prototypes of his nanotech suit and gestures for Friday to open the window.
“Tony, what–?” Steve is cut off when Tony blasts out of the room full tilt.
“What’s going on?” Ellis asks, sounding bewildered. The remaining Avengers, save for Rhodey who knows what the watch means, exchange glances.
“We don’t know,” Steve says, sitting back down in his chair next to Sam and across from Natasha.
The second time Tony is caught hiding something-slash-acting suspicious was a few days later on Friday at noon. He has a phone tucked between his ear and shoulder while he scrambles around the common room, grabbing papers at random. The team had seen scraps of notebook paper with complicated looking equations on them sitting around for a few days, but since they’re still very iffy with Tony, they just ignored the papers and didn’t touch them.
“I don’t see the papers you’re talking about!” Tony mutters into the phone, stepping around Natasha who’s sitting in a nearby armchair with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ‘Black Wid-oreo’ ice cream. A few moments of illegible mutters and Tony stops, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Pete, I can’t hear you! Why are you even calling me while you’re in the cafeteria? It’s not like I have super hearing!”
A few more moments go past with Tony waiting for whoever is on the other line to move to somewhere quieter. Some clearer but still illegible mutters and Tony bends down next to the couch, pulling a few papers from under it. “Who the hell sticks metal alloy equations under a couch?” Tony mutters to himself, tossing all of the papers into a red and blue folder. The team just watch as Tony heads into the elevator and disappears behind the doors.
“What the hell was that all about?” Sam asks Steve–who is sketching from a love seat next to Natasha’s armchair–and Natasha who’s nearly finished with the ice cream named after her.
“Language,” Steve comments, not even looking up from where he’s sketching the Compound. “And it’s not our business who Tony talks to.”
“Oh, c'mon!” Sam says, throwing his arms up in exasperation. “Don’t tell me that you're not interested in who he was talking to? And what about the other day during the meeting when he sped off in that new suit of his? What do you think, Nat?”
“I think the two are connected,” Natasha says, sticking another spoon of ice cream in her mouth. Why does Stark even have ice cream named after me in his freezer? Natasha thinks to herself before sticking another cookie loaded spoonful in her mouth.
Before anyone else can speak, the elevator doors ding open, revealing Tony in a pair of jeans, a band-t, and one of his jackets. He’s still on the phone as he heads into the kitchen. “What do you want me to bring?” the group hears him say into the phone from the living room. A few seconds past and Tony snorts. “Really, kid? Skittles? What are you, ten?“ The team can barely hear a muffled “Hey!” from the phone as Tony heads towards the elevator, a large bag of skittles in his hand and his phone in the other.
Tony turns to the group. “Okay, gotta go, Pete. See you soon,” Tony says, not even waiting for a response as he hangs up. “I’m leaving for the weekend, so don’t break anything or do anything stupid. Got it?”
“Where are you going?” Sam asks, trying to dig for some information. Tony just lifts an eyebrow, whips on his shades, and says:
“Nowhere that you need to concern yourself with.“ Before anyone can say anything, Tony jumps into the elevator. “Bring me to the garage, Fri." The elevator doors shut and the group exchanges suspicious glances.
The third time they caught Tony hiding something the man in question wasn’t even there. The Compound was being fumigated so everyone had to spend a week at the Tower. It is a few weeks later on Friday again, though this time it’s a little later in the day.
The group has just arrived at the Tower and what they really want to do is drop their stuff off and relax. Maybe watch a movie or something. "God, it’s been too long since we’ve last been here,” Sam says as they walk into the Avenger’s private elevator.
“Where would you like to go?” Friday asks the team as the doors shut behind them.
“Can you take us to our floors and then take us to the common room?” Steve asks. Without saying anything, the AI takes them to their rooms. It barely even takes them a minute or two to drop off their stuff and then they’re speeding off towards the common room. The doors ding open and they all freeze at the sight of a teenage boy sitting at the newly added dining table covered in papers and his backpack.
“Hey, Mr. Stark, do you think I can come down to the lab, now? I’ve nearly finished all of my homework and I have all week–” the teenage boy freezes as he spins around, eyes wide and body tense as he meets their gazes, “–end. Uh, what’re you guys doing here?" The boy’s voice seems to raise a few octaves as the group walks towards him in confusion. "Friday? What’re they doing here? I thought they were at the Compound!”
“Boss forgot to inform you that Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff are staying at the Tower for the week while the Compound is being fumigated,” Friday says easily, confusing the three Avengers further since only the Avengers, Tony, Pepper, and a few select individuals can use the AI.
“Oh,” Peter says, still tense. If he weren’t so shocked at suddenly facing three of his heroes, Peter would have been talking their ears off by now. The elevator doors open before anybody can say anything more. Tony runs into the room, looking slightly panicked with his watch flashing red and blue, wide brown eyes flashing around.
“Peter, are you okay? What’s wrong? My watch is–” Tony stops, his eyes locked on the three Avengers as if he’s just noticed them. He immediately walks over to Peter, squaring his shoulders as he hides his kid from view. Peter tugs on the sleeve of his shirt, peeking out from behind his form in a decidedly childish fashion.
“Mr. Stark?” he questions, his eyes wide as his shock at suddenly facing the Avengers fade, excitement taking over him as he grabs onto his father figure’s shirt. “Are those–What’re they–How–Oh, my God, is that Black Widow? Why does Captain America have a beard? Is that the Falcon?” Tony purses his lips and sighs, moving to the side and wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulders retain some form of protection over the kid.
“Yeah, kid,” Tony says. “That’s Black Widow. And I don’t know why Cap has a beard, and yes that’s the Falcon. I forgot to tell you that they’ll be staying here for the week." A few seconds of awkward silence with the slightly shocked Avengers staring at them. "Grab your homework and head down to the lab. I’ll be with you in a minute." The four Avengers watch as the teenage boy shoulders his backpack, grabs his papers into a pile, and walks into the elevator, all the while staring at the group with wide eyes. No one speaks until the doors close.
"Tony, what–?” Steve says, at a loss for words.
“You have a kid?” came Sam’s bewildered question.
“He seems sweet,” Natasha says, striding over to the couch and plopping herself down like nothing happened, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. Tony clenches his jaw.
“I don’t have a kid, Wilson,” he tells Sam, still tense.
“Then who was that? Spider-Man?” Sam asks sarcastically, pointing a thumb at the elevator doors with a scoff. He misses the way Tony’s face pales a little at the name before he crosses his arms over his chest.
“That was my intern,” Tony says steadily, defending himself and trying to cover up his reaction to Sam’s accusation. “Now if you’ll excuse me," Tony shoulders his way between Sam and Steve, "I have a particularly excited kid to deal with. See you later." The elevator doors close behind him a few seconds later, leaving the group to stare at themselves for seconds.
"Who the hell was that?” Sam breaks the ice, waving off Steve’s how-dare-you-cuss-in-front-of-me look,
“I don’t know but did you see the way he reacted when you called the kid Spider-Man?” Nat asks as Steve take their seats in the living room.
“What, you don’t actually think…?” Steve asks, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, my God. I dropped and airport terminal on a kid." His guilt is soon overshadowed by his outrage at Tony. "And Tony brought a kid to fight a war." Steve runs his fingers through his hair. I need a haircut, he thinks to himself as he stands up and paces around.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Steve,” Natasha says. “We don’t even know if the kid is actually Spider-Man.”
“But you’re the one that brought up Stark’s reaction!” Sam cuts in, making Natasha glare at him.
“We’ll just talk to Tony about it the next time we see him,” Natasha says, making Steve and Sam nod.
Turns out, the next time they see Tony is the next morning when they’re getting breakfast. He and the kid are laying on the couch, completely passed out with a random movie playing on the screen, bowls of popcorn strewn about. Instead of waking up Stark, because they see how tired he’s been since their return, they begin making breakfast. Not even a few seconds after setting the bacon on the frying pan, they hear a yawn.
They all look over from what they’re doing to see the kid, Peter they think Tony called him, rubbing his eyes and looking around tiredly. After a few seconds, his eyes snap over to the Avengers. The familiar colored eyes widen comically at the three of them cooking breakfast before he looks down at Tony, who’s still passed out by his side. Peter’s relieved when his sudden action didn’t stir him. Carefully, Peter removes himself from where he is curled under Tony’s arm, throwing the blanket back over the sleeping man.
He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet as he looks at the three heroes. “Hi,” he suddenly blurts out, ducking his head down as the sound gains the attention of the heroes and makes his cheeks turn pink.
“Hello,” Natasha says warmly, shocking Sam and Steve since she’s not open with people that she doesn’t know. “Can you help me shred these potatoes?" Peter scrambles over to her.
"Of course, Ms. Black Widow Natasha Romanoff ma'am!” Peter stutters out, plopping himself down on the chair and taking the shredder from Natasha. She stands up to grab the extra cheese grater, sharing a glance with Steve and Sam.
“So, Peter,” Sam says, leaning against the counter as he mixes together the ingredients for pancakes. “Yesterday Tony told us that you are his intern." Peter just hums a little, his brows furrowed in concentration as he makes sure he doesn’t cut himself. Sure, he can go through a whole night of patrol without getting a single scratch, but he’s not so confident about his cooking skills.
"I didn’t know that Tony takes interns,” Steve says, flipping over the bacon. “How old are you, son?”
“S-seventeen,” Peter stutters out, his face reddening because Captain America is talking to him. “I just turned seventeen a few weeks ago." Steve feels his chest tighten a little at that. That means that Peter was fifteen when they fought.
"When did you become an intern?” Natasha asks. “You seem pretty young for an intern.”
Peter shrugs. “About two years ago,” Peter says, sticking to the public story. “I applied for an internship but didn’t expect to be chosen. Mr. Stark showed up at my apartment and told me about how he wanted me as an intern despite all of the college student applicants. He said something about how–”
“–you’re smarter than all of those other kids,” Tony says, making Peter jump and nearly slice his hand on the cheese grater. Peter turns towards the man with wide eyes, looking like he was caught taking cookies out of the cookie jar. “Yeah, kid, I’m awake.”
“Morning, Mr. Stark!” Peter chirps as the man pushes himself off the couch with a low groan. Tony grimaces as he stretches, his back popping.
“Mornin’ kiddo,” Tony says, ruffling Peter’s curls. He ignores the looks the three rogues send him. Tony leans over Peter’s shoulder at the table. “What’re you making.”
“Uh…” Peter says, looking at Natasha with a questioning look.
“Hashbrowns,” Natasha tells Tony, raising an eyebrow at him. “Sam’s making pancakes and Steve’s making bacon." Tony hums and walks over to the coffee pot, beginning to brew a new pot of coffee. Peter finishes shredding the rest of the potatoes and places the cheese grater in the sink.
"Go wash your hands, Pete, and grab your backpack. You didn’t finish your homework last night,” Tony says, not looking away from the dark colored liquid that gives him life. Peter groans and wakes his way into the elevator, muttering under his breath about ‘stupid homework.’
It’s silent in the room for a few moments other than the cartoons on the tv and the sizzling of the bacon. “So…” Steve says as Steve piles the rest of the bacon onto a plate. “Is Peter yours?" Tony sputters into his coffee, setting down his mug and hacking as the hot liquid runs down the wrong pipe. He looks over at Sam with watering eyes while everyone looks at him in a mix of concern and amusement.
"What?” he croaks, clearing his throat. “No. No, of course not. Guys, I would tell you if I had a son!" Natasha just hums into her own cup of coffee, tilting an eyebrow at Tony. Tony just rolls his eyes and groans. "He’s not mine!”
“Biologically, maybe,” Sam says, flipping the pancakes. Tony just glowers at him.
“Peter’s not my son,” Tony says sternly.
“But do you think of him as your son?” Natasha pushes. Tony purses his lips and looks down at his mug, not saying anything.
“Yeah,” Tony says quietly. Before anyone can react to that, the elevator doors ding open and Peter pops out, mouth running a mile a minute.
"Hey, Mr. Stark! Do you think you can help me with my calculus homework? There are some equations that I can’t figure out. And then I have some chemistry that I think I may need help with, but–" Tony just smiles down at his mug as Peter continues rambling on about his homework, tossing the bag in the living room and beginning to pick up the mess they left there last night. The three Avengers exchange a glance.
So, yeah, Tony was hiding something. He was hiding a son.
