ok, but what if peter finds all those children’s drawings tony keeps and finds the one he sent to iron man after being saved by him at stark expo and tells tony he’s the one who drew that
tony would be weeping like a baby
Oh look my hand slipped
“Hey, this is mine!”
Tony looked up from where he was moving boxes around. The lab was getting a bit crowded with him, Bruce, Vision, and the bots in there already, and with Peter joining them more often, accidental bumping was becoming a more common occurrence. So, Tony had decided to clean out the back storage space of the lab so he could expand it, that way everyone would have their own little corner. However, that involved cleaning. Which meant going through a bunch of boxes and deciding what to keep and what to move into storage.
Peter was sitting hunched over a box he’d just opened, holding and slightly crinkled piece of paper in his hands.
“What are you talking about, kiddo?” Tony asked, dropping the box on top of the stack next to him.
Peter got up from his own box and brought the paper over to Tony, shoving it in his face.
“That box had a bunch of kids drawings and stuff and Iron Man stuff, so I wanted to see what all was in it,” Peter said, smiling at the paper in Tony’s hands, “and I found my drawing!”
Tony looked down at the drawing in his hands.
On it, a little boy in Iron Man armor was fighting off a bigger, clunkier suit of armor, standing next to a taller, more adult looking Iron Man armor. They stood side by side with their hands out, shooting repulsors at the cluncky armor. A speech bubble popped out of Tony’s armor, saying “Nice job, kid!”
Tony recognized the drawing. It had been one of his favorites. He’d gotten it not long after the Stark Expo incident of 2010, and it had really helped him feel better after the whole “Tony Stark, not recommended” fiasco. If he remembered correctly, the picture came with a letter from some kid, telling him that they were excited they got to see him at the Expo, even if “Mr. Hammer” had ruined it for everyone in the end. The letter was probably over in that box where Peter had found the picture.
“This was yours?” Tony asked, a weird, warm feeling spreading through his chest. His throat feels weirdly tight, and he’s sure it’s probably just dust or something kicked up from moving boxes that’s making his eyes water, too.
“Yeah!” Peter nodded enthusiastically, “look at the back.”
And sure enough, there on the back, printed in somewhat jagged child crayon block letters, was the signature P. Parker.
“I remember drawing it and sending it to you after you saved me at the Expo that year.”
Ice suddenly floods Tony’s veins as he flips the picture back over. The memory of a kid, a stupid, stupidly brave kid standing up to a Hammer drone with nothing but a plastic Iron Man mask and a fabric glove with LED repulsors built in. If JARVIS hasn’t called the boy to his attention as he flew by, that kid would’ve been—
“That was you?!” Tony practically shouts, his head swinging back up to look at Peter with wild eyes.
Peter doesn’t seem to notice Tony’s freak out in front of him, his eyes still dancing over the picture.
“That was the coolest day of my life, honestly. I couldn’t believe I actually got to see you in the armor. I don’t think Uncle Ben really believed me when I told him, now that I think about it, but he helped me send this to you to say than— Hey, Mr. Stark, are you okay? You look a little pale, do you need to— oomph!”
The breath is knocked out of him when Tony suddenly grabs onto Peter’s t-shirt and pulls him against his chest. His hands come up automatically to rest loosely on Tony’s back, the exact opposite to the way Tony’s hands are clenched in Peter’s shirt, his old drawing crinkling slightly in his clenched hand.
“Uhh.. Mr. Stark?” Peter says timidly, suddenly unsure of himself, “Are you okay?”
“Shut up, Pete,” Tony says into his shoulder. Peter’s eyes widen at how choked Tony sounds, and he almost thinks he feels wetness on his shoulder where Mr. Stark’s eyes are.
“Is this— is this a hug? Because if it’s not I don’t want to make it weird again—“
“Kid, just let it happen.”
Peter stands shocked for a minute before shrugging within the hug.
“Okay!” Peter says brightly. He brings his arms up to wrap tighter around Tony’s chest and he lets his head rest on Tony’s shoulders, a small smile pressing against Tony’s shirt.
Tony just clutches him tighter.
Stupid dust in my eyes, he thinks, ignoring the warmth he feels spread in his heart when Peter hugs him back.
upon learning Shuri is 16 in Black Panther, I quietly revise all my original shipping plans from “adults” to “Shuri is a hopeless baby lesbian with a crush on every single Dora Milaje and soon a big useless enormous crush on MJ, who is like a semi competent but mostly just grungy bisexual with a super popular twitter account that Shuri is obsessed with and MJ is s t o k e d about everything about Wakanda and tweets that she’s doing her senior research project on Wakandan tech and T’Challa, who follows his baby sister’s online crush’s twitter so he can forward Shuri the most embarrassing tweets that will make her furious (“YES BROTHER I DID SEE THAT SELFIE AND I DON’T NEED YOU TO REMIND ME OFF IT”), is like “this is the moment I was born for. This is why I became king” and tweets MJ like “we’re doing youth outreach, come to Wakanda, my very talented and smart and accomplished sister will give you a personal tour :)” and MJ and Shuri simultaneously die”
the Dora Milaje prepping for MJ’s visit by giving Shuri different and conflicting romantic advice until Okoye tells them it is against their sacred duty to torment the princess into a crush-induced panic attack because she cannot decide between her top twelve outfits and cool confident quips for making a good first impression
MJ meanwhile with Peter is repeatedly punching him in the arm because he just told her that he met T’Challa and she’s furious this hasn’t come up before, and also he’s Spider-man, but that’s not nearly as important as KING T’CHALLA WHAT, DID HE TALK ABOUT HIS SISTER AT ALL, MJ’S BEEN FOLLOWING ARTICLES ABOUT HER FOR YEARS AND SHE SEEMS DOPE AND CUTE AS HELL
Shuri, so excited and nervous that 10 percent of her attention is freaking out about how she can smell MJ oh no she smells so good, and 70 percent is on trying not to jitter so hard she thrums into a new plane of existence (and then the remaining 20 percent for figuring out cold fusion, nbd): HELOO M-UH-MMM- MICHELLE. DO YOU PREFER TO BE CALLED MICHELLE AND WELCOME TO MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY OF WAKANDA. WOULD YOU LIKE TO PHOTO WITH IT FOR YOUR INTERNET FRIENDS. I AM SHURI. YOU MUST KNOW THAT ALREADY. HAHA MY BROTHER TOLD YOU ABOUT ME. I WILL MURDER HIM.
MJ, who has spent the last ten minutes hiding in the bathroom applying deodorant to basically every non-face part of her body because she can’t stop sweating oh my god stop sweating you’re sweating on a three hundred year old chair in a sitting room in a palace in fuckin WAKANDA, and who is so stressed that she’s transcended the human for and is now astral projecting somewhere behind her own body, distantly pitying this new york punk gremlin who thought Formal Plaid was a good idea talk to a real ass honest to god genuine princess with a beautiful smile holding a small cat robot that she hand designed this afternoon on a whim: dope. I love murder. call me MJ
now, you might think a disagreement of such proportions would send fandom into a tailspin. whom do you believe? MUST WE PICK SIDES? IS THIS WHAT THE PLOT OF CIVIL WAR IS REALLY ABOUT?
luckily, the answer is simple
Steve and Peggy disagree on whether or not oral counts
The Avengers series ends with a fade to black and then the sound of paper rustling. We see a marbled notebook covered in hello kitty stickers. On the front, it reads DP’S SICK AVENGERS FIC VOL 5.
Deadpool is reading dramatically from it, reciting the events of the last few minutes, including bad sound effects. He closes the notebook and raises his mask eyebrows expectantly.
Across from him sits Tony Stark. Behind him we can see the wreckage from the battle of New York from the first Avengers. He looks blankly stunned until he starts blinking a lot.
“Yeah,” Tony says slowly, “no, you definitely can’t be an Avenger.”
Deadpool deflates, disappointed, but not for long. He perks up. “While I have you here, let me run this coffee shop au by you real fast-“
I’m already disappointed by however Marvel will crossover with Deadpool, because I know it won’t be as good as this
This is how my GBBO Superhero Charity Bake-off fic ended up being rated M.
what i do is not up to you 