So I’m rewatching IW before Endgame, and I noticed some Irondad moments that I missed before:
In that first fight scene in the park in NYC, Peter and Tony move around each other so seamlessly, alternating between blows and playing off of each other’s attacks with such familiarity that you cannot tell me they haven’t done this before–and clearly often enough that it’s almost second nature
Like, they don’t even have to talk while they’re fighting, they just read off of each other and I love it so much
And speaking of talking–when Peter gets beamed up, he calls out for Tony to help him… he’s already on his comms system. Their suits are pre-programmed to communicate with each other and this is a little thing yes but it means, again, that they’ve done this before
Also, can we just talk about how Peter gets tossed around in the park and Tony doesn’t overreact (and it’s obviously not because he doesn’t care, look at how quick he sends him home on the ship), but just imagine how many missions it took for Tony to not come running to Peter’s aid any time he so much as got a bruise
And, when Peter’s getting pulled into space… Tony is so calm
Again, it’s not because he doesn’t care or because he isn’t freaking out (I’m positive he’s freaking out), but it’s such a small detail and shows how far Tony’s parental instincts have come–he’s staying calm for Peter, downplaying the situation so Peter doesn’t freak out and panic
Also Tony calling Peter “Pete” always makes me smile because it’s just so cute
And lastly, when they’re talking on the ship, these two know what the other one is going to say before they say it… they’re bantering
All I’m saying is we’ve come so far from SMHC and if I don’t get more irondad I might actually kill someone
Imagine Tony writing a parenting book on “how to make sure your superhero kid lives to adulthood” but everyone thinks the “superhero” part is just like an extended joke because he’s Iron Man and it becomes a #1 seller. When he does an interview about the book they’re like “it was such a creative idea to have everything be related to superheroes” and Tony is just like “no I meant that. My kid literally is a superhero” and no one ever believes him.
Chapters include:
“Obtaining your superkid: if you don’t have one of your own, adopted is fine”
“Stitches first, panic attack second: dealing with injuries”
“Bonding activities for when your kid is literally climbing the walls”
And “So, your kid broke curfew cause they were out fighting crime”
“This is our little secret: Keeping a secret identity”
“Trust is a two-way–street: Basics of communicating with teenagers (including Vine, Snapchat and other platforms)”
“Popular culture as inspiration: Battle strategies are 90 % extempore”
“Even superheroes might get sick: Breaking down NDAs, emergency first aid and symptoms”
“Don’t do anything I’d do and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do: A collection of dad paradoxes tailored to a vigilante”
After Ragnarok, the Revengers travel back to earth, which includes everybody meeting up with Loki again. As prompted by the post by @artemxmendacium Loki meeting Peter goes a lot better than a certain Irondad feared.
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“Thor, why on earth would you bring Loki here?”
Stark was angry, and Thor had to admit for good
reason. The last time the Avengers had seen his brother he was in chains after
attacking New York and was trying to kill them. But a lot had happened since
then and Loki was no longer the homicidal maniac, as some may have put it; he
was getting better, which Thor tried to explain to his friends.
“I understand your hesitation, but believe me when I
tell you that he has changed.”
“He threw me off a building!”
“I am aware, but…”
“Do you remember how many people he killed?”, Natasha
continued.
“I do.” Thor knew it would be hard to convince them of
Loki’s changed nature. They hadn’t seen him back on Asgard and Sakaar, how they
worked together, side by side. “I also do remember how many people he saved on
Asgard.”
“And we’re just supposed to believe that?”
“Tony, I know it’s hard to believe, but I actually saw
it with my own eyes”, Bruce explained, “we did fight together.”
Thank Frigga for Bruce. Maybe Tony would trust his
word.
“I’m sorry Bruce, but I don’t trust Hulk’s judgement
on fighting.”
“You know, I don’t either. But we have travelled
all across the galaxy together, and, as weird as it is to admit
it, but we’re actually friends.”
Thor looked around the room, at his fellow Avengers,
as reassuringly as he could.
“Guys, I’m sorry, but it is a lot to take in. You
disappear for two years which you spent as gladiator-style slaves on an alien
planet before blowing up your homeplanet to defeat your evil older sister you
never knew and oh, by the way, Loki is good now”, Clint summarized. “Excuse us
for taking a moment to process all this.”
“I understand”, Thor answered, “though if you put it
like that, my brother being good is the most believable of all this.” He
grinned a little and heard a chuckle from Bruce.
“It’s really not funny, guys”, Nat grumbled.
“It’s a little funny.”
“Maybe you had to be there…” Bruce gently patted his
arm, sort of pulled him back. Maybe humour was the wrong way to smooth things
over.
“Friends, we are not asking you to trust Loki. We are
asking you to trust us!”, he pleaded.
Tony locked eyes with Bruce. “You really trust him?”
“I trust that he is willing to better himself and I
trust that we can help him with that”, he nodded.
The Avengers exchanged a few glances, before Tony took
two steps towards Thor, who was getting a little nervous. What if they were to
tell them to leave?
“You vouch for your brother, Point Break?”
“I take full responsibility”, Thor nodded.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”, he grumbled and
shook his head, before looking back up. “Fine. We will give him a chance. But
the slightest slip-up…”
“Thank you, Stark, a chance is all I’m asking for.”
Gratefully, he smiled at the man, before he turned to Bruce. “What do you say,
we go and give him the good news?”
“That will not be necessary.”
Thor didn’t need to turn around to recognize his
little brother’s voice. Of course, he had listened in on the entire discussion.
And his friends looked mad about that.
“Loki, what about waiting outside?”, Bruce hissed at
him.
“But it is so much more fun here!” With a smug grin,
Loki greeted the Avengers. “Hello. Long time, no see. How have you been?”
Silence. Thor and Bruce exchanged a quick, worried
glance, before Bruce broke it. “How about I take Loki back to the ship and get
all our belongings?”
“That is a good idea, Bruce.” He nodded at his friend
and shot his brother a warning glance. Loki did a theatrical curtsy and
followed Bruce out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, it felt like all the
tension vanished out of the room. Everybody sank on a chair, leaned against the
furniture and Thor wasn’t sure what to do or say.
Summary: Morgan Stark likes learning new words. So when she stumbles upon an unfamiliar title, she’s determined to not just navigate through its millions of definitions but also understand its meaning. Or, the one where all the MCU characters are alive and happy and they discuss their takes on the s-word.
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[Barton Household]
Lila: You know, you’re lucky you don’t have any siblings. They’re an absolute pain.
Cooper: Not like we asked for you, either.
Morgan: What’s a “sibling”?
Nathaniel: *eating an apple while watching his siblings fight* Someone you’re unlucky enough to be in the same family with.
—
[Avengers Compound]
Wanda: *being set down on her feet* This is the third time this week that I had to save myself from bailing you out of jail.
Pietro: *kisses her on the head, grinning* Isn’t that what twins are for?
Morgan: *sitting on the couch* “Twins”?
Wanda: Siblings who came to the world together. And people who stick by your side through thick of thin.
Pietro: Or people you use as a personal form of transportatio—Ow! Wanda!
—
[Wakanda]
T’Challa: Bast, help me survive another day of my sister’s antics.
Morgan: You can ask her to stop. Maybe saying “pretty please” will help! It works for me.
T’Challa: *sighs* It makes her happy. Siblings are cursed gifted with the patience and tolerance with each other, even in the dumbest of things they pull.
Shuri: *barges in and dragging T’Challa to her lab* BROTHER, COME! I NEED A VOLUNTEER FOR A HUMAN TEST TRIAL!!
—
[Training Room]
Morgan: Why do you always let her win?
Gamora: *pauses* What do you mean? She beats me fair and square.
Morgan: But Mr. Quill says you “pull your punches”. That’s why it’s always a draw.
Gamora: *smiles* Nebula is a very strong opponent. Her capabilities are of exception. More so, she is my sibling, she is my equal.
Nebula: Another round, sister?
Gamora: Think you can deck me first this time?
—
[New Asgard]
Thor: And when we were kids, Loki would often disguise himself as a snake to stab me.
Morgan: *gasps* He can do that?!
Thor: *bellows out his laughter* It’s okay, young Stark. Despite all the evil misdeeds he has committed, I believe deep down, there is still good. Being siblings is all about acceptance, after all.
Loki: No matter how much you want to stab them.
—
[Stark Household]
Morgan: Are siblings supposed to be blood-related?
Pepper: A sibling is someone you hold special, sweetheart. He can be a brother to protect you or she can be a sister who takes care of you. Either way, you love them with all your heart—
Tony: —blood or not. Like Honeybear *blows a kiss to Rhodey who just shakes his head* over here. Or Auntie Nat to Uncle Clint.
Morgan nods thoughtfully. She perks up and hops down her chair to run around the table to a particular guest on the other side. The other Avengers who were present follows her movement in amusement as she pushes a confused Peter out of his chair and down on one of his knees so they were of the same height. Morgan stands straight in front of him and swiftly drops one hand on his right shoulder first and transfers it over his head to his left one, in a knighting fashion.
Morgan: Alright, Pete, you’re my big brother now.
Peter: *blinks, stunned* O-Okay.
Morgan beams, incandescence rivalling that of three thousand suns, and Peter’s heart bursts. He smiles so wide his cheeks hurt and he picks up his sister off the ground to spin her around. Morgan gleefully squeals in his arms and the way his eyes crinkles gives away how this was the happiest he felt in a long time. The whole room erupts in cheers while Pepper and May huddle to take a photo of what’s got to be the most adorable momentous event they all have witnessed ever.
Bucky: Wasn’t he already tho?
Steve: *elbows Bucky* Let the children have their moment.
Rhodey: *snorts* Tones, are you crying?
Happy: He’s crying.
Tony gallops across the room to engulf both of his kids in a big hug, ignoring the teasing he got from his teammates—no, family.
Tony: If you knuckleheads think I’d just stand there while the two of you got all the spotlight, think again.
Everyone laughs and the siblings giggle. When they were both tucked in his arms, he never felt more at home.
Avengers AU – If Tony was Peter’s biological father
Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).
“What do you mean you’ve never played in the rain before?” Peter asks, giving Tony an incredulous look.
Tony shrugs. “I’ve been caught in the rain before, which is basically the same thing, and I’d imagine it’s just as unpleasant.”
“But that’s different!” Peter protests. “When you’re caught in the rain, of course it’s unpleasant! You didn’t, like, consent to it.”
Tony stares at him, eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”
Peter cringes, face reddening. “Okay, not the best way I could have phrased that. But you know what I mean.”
“I really don’t think I do,” Tony tells him, eyes sparkling with amusement at the look on the kid’s face. It doesn’t last long, though. Peter’s face brightens suddenly with excitement, and Tony groans inwardly.
“Well, there’s no time like the present to fix that!” Peter says enthusiastically, looking to where the rain is pattering against the window.
This time Tony groans audibly. “Absolutely not. I’m – busy. Paperwork. You know how it is in the life of a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. Sorry, it can’t be helped,” Tony says, not sounding sorry at all.
Peter crosses his arms over his chest and scowls. “Come on, this is the best time for it! There’s not even any lightening or thunder.”
Tony toys with his tablet to avoid looking Peter straight in his puppy eyes, knowing that as soon as he does, the battle will be lost. “Sorry, kid. Things to do. Places to be.”
“You’ve been sitting here for the last two hours watching Cap’s PSA videos on repeat and laughing,” Peter points out. “I’ll tell Pepper about that time you lost control of your gauntlet and burnt a hole through her favorite painting and had to pay for the original artist to replicate it,” he threatens smugly.
“Oh, you little shit.” Tony narrows his eyes at him. He huffs, feeling himself already giving in. Brat. “Fine. But only for a minute.”
“Yes!” Peter cheers triumphantly, grabbing Tony’s arm and hauling him to his feet. “It’s be great, I promise.” The kid looks so damn excited as he drags them to the door leading outside the Compound that Tony can’t help the small smile that comes to his face.
Tony stops them right before they step out, staring dubiously at the falling rain. “Is this really necessary?”
“It’s practically a rite of passage, old man,” Peter insists.
“Um, who do you think you’re call-” Tony doesn’t get a chance to finish before Peter flings the door open and tugs him into the rain. “Jesus, that’s cold!”
Peter just laughs loudly and runs forward, holding out his arms enthusiastically as rain quickly starts soaking through his clothes. Tony curses under his breath as the cold water seeps to his skin, and he shivers lightly.
“Don’t be a baby, Mr. Stark!” Peter taunts with a mischievous look on his face. He quickly darts a hand out and taps Tony’s arm, and Tony gives him a baffled look. “Tag, you’re it!” Peter calls before running off.
Tony closes his eyes for a second, wondering how the hell his life has come to this. “Really? Oh, that’s not childish at all!” Tony says sarcastically, but Peter just looks back at him with a dopey smile.
And all at once, it hits Tony: Peter still is a kid. He just rarely gets a chance to act like one. Tony shakes his head and wipes the water out of his eyes, grumbling, “I’m too old for this,” before taking off after the kid.
Peter yelps delightedly, slipping and sliding on the wet grass as he runs. It’s an unfair game from the start – Peter is younger and more sure-footed as he runs, while Tony is struggling not to fall and bust his knees.
Sure enough, Tony hits a slippery patch of mud, and his feet skid before he loses his footing entirely. “Shit!” he curses loudly, and Peter stops and looks at him, eyes wide.
“Mr. Stark, are you -” Peter starts to go to his aid, but Tony pushes himself up on his elbows, cringing at the squelching sound. He doesn’t need to look to know he’s covered in mud. He glares at Peter, who looks like he’s biting back a laugh now that he sees Tony’s okay.
“You, Mr. Parker, are entirely too clean,” Tony tells him, and the smile dies from Peter’s face as horror takes over. Tony smirks playfully and lurches to his feet. He commands his suit to form around his feet and hands, letting it lift him into the air and hover above the ground.
“Wait, that’s not fair!” Peter whines, already taking off across the field.
Tony flies after him, staying close to the ground. “Who said anything about fair?”
As Tony gets closer, Peter starts zig-zagging, and Tony lets out a bark of laughter. “I’m not a damn crocodile, Pete! That’s not going to help you.” Tony reaches out to grab him, but Peter ducks his head out of the way and tries to double back.
“I don’t think so!” Tony flips in the air and follows him.
“Oh, come on!” Peter exclaims in exasperation. “It’s not my fault you can’t keep up and fell!”
Tony laughs in disbelief. “Well, now you’ve done it. No mercy from me, kiddo.”
Tony lines up next to Peter and snags his arm, retracting the pieces of his suit and letting them both fall to the ground, angling himself so Peter doesn’t take the brunt of the fall.
Peter yelps loudly and wiggles, trying to escape Tony’s grip as the man carefully pushes Peter into the mud, laughing at the look of disgust on his face.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter yells, swatting his mentor away, even as he grins widely, accepting his defeat. Content that the kid is now just as dirty as him, Tony pushes himself to his feet and holds out a hand to Peter, who clumsily pulls himself up.
“You played dirty!” Peter accuses him, giving Tony a mock pout.
“Literally, it seems,” Tony jokes. Peter rolls his eyes. “Oh, come here,” Tony says, slinging an arm around the kid and pulling him to his side.
“No, I’m mad at you.” Peter bats at his arm half-heartedly, even as he leans into the embrace.
“No, you’re not,” Tony says matter-of-factly, ruffling his hair as they head back into the building and out of the rain. He scrunches his nose. “You smell like a wet dog.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Peter says pointedly.
“Uh… yours, actually. It was your idea to play in the rain,” Tony reminds him.
“Whatever,” Peter says, and Tony laughs.
“Come on, kid. Let’s get changed before Pepper comes in and yells at us for tracking mud into the building.”
