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Starker!Makeup drabbles for Peter’s return to the MCU… it’s a bit meta.
Part 1 and 2, Part 3, Part 4
I may have gotten a little Dom-y with this one, wherps...
Tony peers back out into the bedroom, frowning, “Peter?” he checks the kitchen and dining room, “FRI, where’s the kid?”
“Peter is downstairs, working in the lab, boss.”
“Jesus, you think he couldn’t stay out of there for one day,” he huffs, smiling and heading downstairs, pushing open the door quietly and slinking over to the workbench Peter’s standing at.
“You know I have super hearing, right?” Peter asks and Tony almost throws himself back dramatically, surprised.
He stops, turning to the one nearest and trying to feign innocence, “Uh, yeah, of course I do. Trying to sneak up on you would be really, really foolish. Especially since I’m a genius, I would never make that kind of rookie mistake, not in a million years.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
“You’re… oh,” Peter chuckles and glances at him, “Right, yeah, I guess so.”
Tony winks at him the moment their gazes lock, “Listen,” he clears his throat and moves over to Peter, “It’s been a few hours since I had my hands on you and, I gotta be honest… I’m going a little crazy.”
“Tony,” Peter gives him a look, “We can’t fuck /all/ day.”
“And we haven’t been,” Tony says innocently, smiling wide, “Not /all/ day. Just like… some of the day.”
“Tony-”
Tony moves in and kisses him, backing him against the workbench and lifting him to sit him on it, “I just want… you know, some attention.”
Peter sighs and looks at him like he’s /trying/ to be upset, but there’s the ghost of a smile that spoils everything, “Fine, fine. The sacrifices I make.”
“I know, baby, I’ll make it up to you,” Tony says lowly, palming the front of Peter’s jeans, “How about I take you out to eat tonight, hm? Something nice? Give the media a little tease of things to come… let them see that you’re back where you belong?”
Peter laces his fingers together behind Tony’s head, moaning when Tony drags his palms up the kid’s thighs, “I like the sound of that.”
“Mmm, I thought you might,” Tony pushes up the hem of his shirt, tracing his fingers up under, “My baby likes being the /center/ of attention, doesn’t he?”
“I-” Peter’s voice breaks off with a sharp whimper when Tony drags the rough pad of his thumb over Peter’s left nipple, “Yes,” he says helplessly, his legs clenching at Tony’s waist, “I… can… you…”
Tony lifts a brow, waiting, but Peter stammers more, “Take your time, baby. What are you trying to ask me?”
“Please…”
“Please what?” Tony breathes against his lips, their mouths barely touching, “Use your words.”
It’s always so easy to work Peter up from nothing. Taking him from mild interest to a puddle of goo in less than a minute. The poor kid couldn’t even speak properly.
Peter reaches out tentatively, touching Tony’s face.
“Ah,” he turns to nip a sensitive fingertip, “Better?”
“More,” Peter says, moaning when Tony takes his index finger into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the underside and then sucking slowly, “Mr. Stark-”
Tony smirks and pulls back, taking Peter’s small wrist in his hand and doing the same to each finger in turn until Peter’s sweating and tensing against him, clutching at his shirt with his free hand and tearing the fabric as he tries to rock forward.
“Nope, mm,” Tony holds his hip in place, moving his own back out of reach, “Not all at once, you know it’s better.”
“But-”
“Shh,” Tony touches his chin, turning his eyes back up, “I’m not gonna leave you out to dry, am I?”
Peter blushes and shakes his head, “No.”
“Right,” Tony confirms, “What does daddy give you?”
“What I need.”
“When?”
Peter shudders, “When… when I need it-”
“And not before,” they say together, Tony reaching out to run his fingers through Peter’s hair.
“Good boy.”
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Whumptober - 2. Explosion
1, took this second one a bit literal XP
Tony’s nearly knocked to the ground of his room, FRIDAY sending up an alert in the lab and he bolts out of his room, leaving the door open as he sprints down the hall
Down the flights of stairs and pushing open the lab door, it falls off its hinges and he quickly sees why.
The entire room has been blown open to the elements, rubble and unfinished projects scattered everywhere, the grass around the outside charred like the rest of it.
“Peter?” he says numbly, stepping outside and then running out over the grass when he sees Peter laying out nearly twenty yards away.
He reaches him, dropping to his knees and tentatively reaching out, but not touching him.
“Peter? Hey, kid, hey-” Tony touches his face, cupping his cheeks, “Peter!”
Peter’s eyes snap open and he starts coughing, “Mr. Stark?” he asks, voice small, and then his eyes roll back and he passes out.
Tony tries to wake him a few more times, but Peter’s completely unresponsive.
“FRI, get the med team, I’m bringing him in.”
“On it, boss.”
My tabs are insane and overwhelming rn and I can’t
Whumptober - 3. Delirium
1, 2
Cleaning up after the explosion was easy.
The lab was back up and operating within a couple days and Peter was fully healed long before then.
But the effect it had on Tony was unprecedented. He did his best to keep it from Peter and the rest of the Avengers, drowning his panic in the middle of the night or leaving the room for a drink whenever the topic started steering in that direction.
Eventually, the lack of sleep caught up with him.
He woke at some point after passing out, tucked in his bed with the lights out, still fully dressed.
Once he watched the footage back, he realized that it was Peter that had found him and carried him off to his bedroom about an hour ago. It was a little embarrassing, but he’s been carried by women before, so maybe not really. Or maybe the reason why he felt bad about it was because, between him and his mentee, one of them was the mature one, and it wasn’t Tony.
He left his bedroom that night and grabbed a nice, aged whiskey from the collection with full plans of drowning his sorrows, but it wasn’t long before those silent feet carried Peter into the room at just the wrong time.
Tony peers up over his glass and smiles, leaning hard on the counter, “Hey, Pete.”
“I knew it,” Peter says and Tony can’t tell for sure, but the kid sounds kind of annoyed at him.
He might be a little delirious from sleep deprivation and the alcohol already working its way into his brain by the time Peter joins him, but he can still tell that something is eating at his little spider.
“The only thing that’s eating at me is you.”
Oh, he said that aloud.
Peter lifts his brows, looking unimpressed.
“Mmm, I don’t mind eating at you,” Tony mutters, taking another sip of his glass before he realizes it’s empty. He sets it down to pour more but Peter pulls the whiskey and the glass out of his reach, “Come on, Peter. Stop messing around.”
“What’s your problem?” Peter asks, brows narrowed, “I thought you were sober.”
“And I thought you were /safe/,” Tony says back, reaching out for the bottle, but Peter moves away fast enough that he plants his arm on the counter instead and nearly falls over completely.
Peter puts the bottle back behind him and turns to Tony, “This is about the lab explosion?”
“Peter… how many times do I have to see you die?”
“What?” Peter asks, startled by his change of tone.
Tony moves closer, reaching out and touching his face, “I just want you to be safe, that’s all I want… is that so much to ask? Really?”
“I’m a superhero, you need to respect that.”
“I respect-”
“I can heal, I have super strength,” Peter tells him, speaking too fast for Tony to keep up, “Why is it such a problem with you? Because I’m a kid? I’m not a kid, I haven’t been a kid for a /long/ time, and you can’t hover over my shoulder every hour of the day. I’m not your responsibility.”
Tony frowns, “You /are/ my responsibility.”
“No, I’m not!” Peter raises his voice, “I’m /my/ responsibility. I’ve been doing this since before you came along, and I’d be doing it even now, if you never had. I’m not your son. You can’t keep worrying about me-”
“Oh yes I can-”
“Why?!” Peter throws his arms out, “Why? You don’t act like this with Thor, or with… with Captain America. You don’t act like this with the Scarlet Witch or Natasha or Clint or-”
“Because I’m not in love with them!”
Peter stops and blinks in shock and Tony groans miserably, pushing Peter out of the way and leaving the room.
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Just rewatched IM and IM2 with my sister (she has memory problems so she forgets anything she sees over 6 months back, so it’s always like the first time...)
So I’ll be making some gif sets over on my Starker only blog...
This is a writing/tech blog at the end of the day so anything I write I post here, along with helpful tips, but my Starker blog is JUST Starker (and I mean just).
When you’re scared to write something as a fanfic because you want to write it as real fiction...
Whumptober - 4. Human Shield
1, 2, 3
(Flashback)
“Why don’t we ever get /creative/ enemies?”
Tony lifts a brow, “Are you seriously complaining that they came with real weapons and not… what? Magic?”
“I just mean that I’d like to see them do something different,” Peter says, panting loudly into Tony’s ear as he jumps and leaps around wildly, dodging bullets left and right.
“Sorry to disappoint, kid, but this is it most of the time,” Tony tells him, ducking a spray of fire and returning it.
Peter sighs, “That’s disappointing.”
“Want me to unlock your iron suit?”
“No, no,” Peter says, “I’d like to actually do this /without/ cheating.”
“How is it cheating to use everything you’ve got, kid?” Tony asks rhetorically, “They are. You shouldn’t be ashamed of using nanotech to deflect these kinds of things.”
He says that, but he’s been watching Peter from a distance and the kid is phenomenal at avoiding fire.
“Feels like… cheating because I’m not you,” Peter tells him, pulling a gun from one of the men and shattering it in his fist, slamming it over the thug’s head and knocking him out, “No offense, sir. But everyone has their own thing and that’s not mine.”
“Right, right.”
Peter chuckles, but stops when one of the men pulls out a minigun and aims it directly at him, “Oh shit!”
“Pete, get down!” Tony bursts after him, flinging himself into the line of fire and turning his back to cover Peter, wrapping his arms around him and holding him down to keep him safe.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter shouts, reaching up and watching him helplessly as the bullets barrel down, the armor quickly replacing and repairing itself in an attempt to stop any of them from breaking through. It can’t last forever, but it buys him some time to think of an exit plan.
Tony grits his teeth, “It’s okay, just stay put.”
“Yeah, yeah… yes… sir,” Peter nods, his hands on the armor just around the arc reactor as Tony lights up, plates of nanotech separating from him and blasting the gunman.
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Whumptober - 5. Gunpoint
1, 2, 3, 4
(Flash back)
“Mr. Stark!”
Tony grimaces when his neck snaps to the side and he glares up at the man above him, pulling back the hammer and pointing the gun at his head, “You shoot me and you don’t get what you want.”
“I shoot you and I get /everything/ I’ve ever wanted, Anthony,” the man spits at him, “But not before… a little test.”
Tony tenses when Justin turns the gun to Peter and steps slowly over to him.
“Don’t,” Tony warns him, “Don’t-”
“No?” Justin smiles sharply at him, “Don’t like the gun being on someone else?”
Tony shakes his head, “Kill me, leave the kid alone.”
“Or I could just… shoot him and then shoot you after,” Justin suggests, shrugging, “That’s a win-win if you ask me, Anthony.”
“Don’t hurt him, don’t you harm a goddamn hair on his head, I swear-”
“Or you’ll what?”
Tony presses his lips together, breathing calmly through his nose.
Justin reaches out, touching Peter’s jaw with the end of the gun and turning him to look up, “Looks like our friend Anthony is speechless. I gotta say, sport, that’s a first, even for me.”
Peter stares up at Justin, tears in his eyes, “Just take me, leave Mr. Stark alone.”
“My goodness,” Justin gasps and leans down, petting Peter’s hair, “You’re so /loyal/, and to such a scumbag. What did he do to get a pretty little boy like you wrapped so tightly around his finger, hm?”
Peter blushes.
“Leave him alone, Hammer,” Tony growls out, “I’m the one you want, I’ll give you anything, you just let him go-”
“Or is it the other way around?” Justin asks as he stands back upright, eyes filled with sick delight, “This kid got you around /his/ finger, Anthony? Come now, he’s just a child. Don’t… tell me it’s like that.”
“Its nothing like that.”
“No? Looks pretty clear from where I’m standing.”
Peter lets out a low sigh and turns to Tony, “My arms are getting tired, sir. I don’t think he knows anything, he’s just an idiot.”
Tony smiles, “Alright, alright. I think we’ve wasted enough time already.”
“What?” Justin asks in confusion.
Peter flexes his arms, snapping the ropes around his wrists, flipping his entire body up in the seat and slamming the chair against Justin’s head, knocking him out as Peter’s feet land back on the ground.
Tony stares up at him, clearing his throat, “Good job, kid. Mind helping me out here-”
He’s cut off when another man comes into the room, shouting in surprise when he sees that they’re making their escape.
Tony can’t do anything, still tied as the man leaps towards Peter first.
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Y'all this is getting out of hand...
I need to just put them all in a hat and pick one and FORCE myself to finish.
This is exhausting...
Whumptober - 6. Dragged away
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
(Flash back, cont’d from last)
Tony gasps when Peter’s thrown into his lap, the both of them flying back and hitting the wall, but not hard enough to break the wood of the chair Tony’s still tied up to.
“Augh, sorry, sir,” Peter groans, gasping and pushing the blade away just in time for it to stick in the wall at Tony’s ear. Peter pulls the man in, kicking him between the legs and twisting his arm as his body presses firmly against Tony, digging him harder into the wall.
It’s a little painful, but Tony’s too turned on by everything that’s happening to care.
Peter reaches down to rip one of the legs off the chair, hitting the man in the head as his large fingers fly forward and wrap around Peter’s throat, slamming him back, the kid’s head just next to Tony’s and close enough to brush their cheeks together.
“I think you’re doing great, kid,” Tony says, smiling, “I’d love to help, but you’re squishing me.”
“Sorry, sir,” Peter pants in his face as he reaches down between them (Tony’s breath catches for a second there), fumbling at Tony’s belt, “Mind if I take this?”
“No, no, go right ahead-” Tony groans as Peter rips the leather from his slacks, “Glad to be of service.”
Peter snaps the belt out, hitting the man in the face and throwing him off enough that he can leap up, feet going over their heads and sticking on the wall. He stands horizontally, toes just above Tony as he pushes the guard back and wards him off, but then a second one joins them.
“Get my hands, would you?” Tony asks, trying to be helpful and leaning forward.
“Right,” Peter reaches down, snapping the ropes and ducking to miss the blade when one of the men tries to stab him, “Oh my god, why does he have a knife?” he asks, tone mocking (there’s probably a reference there, but Tony doesn’t get it), flipping out and kicking the man in the face, “Don’t you guys have /any/ manners?”
Tony groans as his arms are finally back in their rightful place, rolling his shoulders and standing to help Peter.
He grabs the first guy, pulling him around by the collar and slamming an elbow across his jaw, reaching out to grab the knife from where it was embedded in the wall.
Peter guides him along, guiding him back through the hall, “We’re almost out, we just gotta-” before he can finish speaking, something slams into them from an attached hallway and knocks both of them off their feet.
Unfortunately, Peter takes the brunt of it, flying back and hitting the ground hard.
Tony recovers first, lifting his upper half from the ground just in time to block the short sword coming down at him. He hits the man in the stomach, the jaw, and is about to take the blade from his hands when something wraps around his neck and yanks him off his feet.
His back hits the ground hard, air flying out of his lungs as he chokes, hands reaching up.
He looks down to see the lines of dirt his legs are leaving behind, Peter still out cold on the floor as he’s dragged away.
Instead of working on any of the 10+ Starker fics I’ve ALREADY started, or WHUMPTOBER, or some other challenge I’ve signed up for... I’m starting another new Starker fic completely unrelated...
Whumptober - 7. Isolation
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
(Flash back, cont’d from last)
Tony’s been captured before, this isn’t his first rodeo.
In hindsight, it’s actually easier this time. Probably because he’s less of a civilian and has been working with the Avengers for some time now.
And probably also because he’s technically been captured twice at this point.
His biggest concern is for Peter.
Last he saw him, the kid was out cold on the floor and didn’t show any sign of waking up. Did they capture him too? Or did they leave him there?
If it was the latter, Tony tried to assure himself that Peter would be fine.
Peter’s strong and smart and resourceful. If he woke up alone, he would find his way out and he would survive. He didn’t need Tony to make sure of that. He would be fine on his own.
But if he was captured as well…
Best not to think about that.
They leave him alone most of the day, letting him spend his time slowly going mad with all the ‘what if’ scenarios he can think of.
He spends the time pacing the cell they’ve put him in, checking the walls, checking the floor, checking the bed in the corner and anything else he can get his hands on.
The problem always comes down to this.
Without the housing unit, he’s not much. He’s just a human that is too smart for his own good.
If he doesn’t have his armor, even if he still had the arc reactor in his chest, he would not be able to do much at all with it.
He needs the armor.
Meanwhile, Peter without his suit is /everything/ he is in the suit and more.
So all he can do is wait. Wait, and hope. And maybe plot some kind of escape, if they ever let him out of this damn cage.
Whumptober - 8. Stab Wound
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
(Flash back, cont’d from last)
The questioning comes, and then being shoved into ice-cold water when he doesn’t comply. See? It’s just like the first time.
The fourth time they shove him down, they don’t pull him back up.
Instead, he feels the hand let go of him and he’s tentative to come back up on his own, but he can only hold his breath so long.
Something sharp digs in at his back and he tries to fight the person off, but they back away and out of his reach.
His fingers slip back to the edge of the tub to push himself up out of the water.
Just as he starts to, he feels hands return to his neck and shoulder and he turns to shove them away as well, to attack, to do something. Maybe to make his escape, he hasn’t exactly planned it out just yet, but now seems like the best time to try something.
He throws out his fist, but his hand hits the shadowed figure as though he’s made of rock and the man doesn’t even have the decency to back away.
Tony reels in pain, still spluttering and coughing as he blinks to clear his eyes.
He first looks at his hand, then back up and he smiles in disbelief, “Peter?”
Peter’s arms wrap around him and Tony collapses against him, clutching at his skintight suit and still trying to catch his breath.
“Oh god, kid, you had me there for a moment.”
“I’m so sorry, sir, I came as fast as I could.”
“Nah, you did great,” Tony assures him, leaning on Peter as his vision starts to go black, his legs giving out under him.
Peter catches him, and Tony barely hears his panicked voice when he realizes that Tony’s been stabbed.
Earth 23 Expansion - AO3 Series
Apparently he has just that amount of restraint when around a nice pair of… legs, and a big, sexy brain. Male or not.
Whumptober - 9. Shackled
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
(Flash back, cont’d from last but not same memory)
They’ve been captured and tortured since too many times to count.
Tony’s always with him or determined to follow it through that most of the time they’re together. And any time they’re not, it’s the other that finds them eventually.
When they’re taken by aliens, they’re at a slight disadvantage.
Even the containment cell they’re put in is completely unusual and foreign tech that Tony ponders at, moving over to check how the bars of energy flow through from the ceiling, down into the ground.
He tests his restraints but they’re nothing like handcuffs on Earth, which is a weird sentence to consider and makes his gut churn.
Still, he tries breaking them with his feet - his bare feet. He tries to break them with his teeth, on the little cot, on the energy bars, on the toilet (or that’s what he’s assuming the thing in the back corner is, he’s still kind of unsure).
“Come on,” he groans when one of the guards passes by his cell, “What’s the point of being in a cell /and/ being handcuffed? Isn’t it all a little redundant? I’m not going-”
He backs away quickly, pressing to the wall when the bars vanish and the guards drag in someone else, throwing them down on the ground before him and Tony recognizes Peter immediately, still wearing his red and blue suit, but not his mask.
Tony runs to the kid to check his pulse, turning him over and his blood runs cold.
“What did you do to him!?” he shouts, standing up and running at the guard, but the guy shoves him away effortlessly and leaves them, the bars coming back down in place, “Hey! What did you do!?”
Whumptober - 10. Unconscious
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
(Flash back, cont’d from last)
Tony moves Peter to the only cot in the cell, mindful of how he lays the kid down. There’s no pillow provided, so he takes off his jacket and rolls it up, putting it under Peter’s head to give his neck some support.
He checks him over afterward, but even as he’s checking Peter, he can see the wounds healing and closing up.
For the millionth time, he reminds himself that he worries far too much for Peter. But it can’t be helped. It’s a burden he willingly takes on.
He combs the hair from Peter’s face and takes a seat near the end of the bed.
It’s been over an hour, and sitting on the ground to give Peter room to breathe is nice and all, but his back can only handle so much these days.
Unfortunately, he’s at the mercy of considering his future self.
No one comes back into the cell but the slide a couple of trays of food in. Tony moves everything over to one tray and immediately spends the time while Peter’s unconscious, testing the bars to see if the tray can separate the beams of energy.
It doesn’t work.
Instead, he ends up melting the tray along the edge he tests.
Peter eventually wakes up and Tony offers him the tray of food without another word, having not touched any of it himself.
He watches and waits as the kid eats every last thing on it, tossing it down with Tony’s tray and sitting back against the wall of the cell. A little color returns to his face, that fast metabolism kicking in and changing Peter’s entire demeanor before Tony’s very eyes.
“We getting out of here, sir?”
Tony smiles and nods, motioning to the wall behind Peter, “If you think you can do it, go ahead.”
Peter turns his attention to it and tests it, sliding his fingers over the surface before bracing himself. He reaches out, grabbing Tony and moving him behind Peter so that he’s properly guarded against any debris.
He slams his fist hard into the wall, punching through in one hit before he turns and grabs Tony, leaping out into the daylight beyond.
Whumptober - 11. Stitches
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
(Flash back, cont’d from last)
“Do I /want/ to know why you’re good at this?”
“Probably not, sir.”
Tony shivers at the brush of fingers on the back of his shoulder before Peter grips his arm to hold him in place.
“Not any more,” Tony says defiantly, narrowing his brows, “You get bad like this, you come to me, is that clear?”
“Crystal, sir.”
Tony feels his cheeks heat and balls his fist.
“I’m sorry,” Peter apologizes suddenly, “Did I hurt you? I’m trying to be as gentle as-”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Tony says, his voice coming out hoarse and ragged, “You’re fine, just… keep doing what you’re doing, it’s okay, Pete.”
Imagine, /he’s/ the one comforting Peter when the kid is the one with the curved needle, jabbing it into him repeatedly, granted he is certainly trying to be careful about /where/ he jabs that thing.
“A-are you sure? You just tensed up like a lot,” Peter explains, “If I’m doing something wrong-”
“You’re not doing anything wrong, christ, kid,” Tony growls out, looking back at him, “Keep going, okay? You’re doing a stellar job. Don’t worry about me.”
Peter presses his lips together and nods, determination set on his face as he gets back to it and finishes in less than ten more minutes, cleaning the stitching and wrapping it with gauze. Tony tenses once more here when the kid just barely ghosts his fingers over Tony’s right nipple.
He turns, taking the fabric from Peter’s hands and finishing it himself.
“Sorry, s-sir-I-!”
Tony stands up and pulls him in, holding him and wrapping his better arm around Peter’s waist, “Stop apologizing so much. You saved my life.”
Peter finally hugs him back, those tentative fingers gripping his shirt and holding onto him like a lifeline.
“We’ll get out of this, I promise,” Tony says, lips just next to his ear, “I’ll get you out of here if it’s the last thing I do, you have my word.”
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Whumptober
Aaaand, I gotta duck out. My ADD is all over the place, I’ve got like 15 things I want to write, but here’s the last of what I had written.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
12. “Don’t Move” (Flash back, cont’d from last)
Sneaking through the alien base unnoticed is easier said than done.
The damn place is like a fortress, filled to the teeth with armed guards and soldiers stationed around at posts every few feet. But Peter manages to climb along the walls high enough that they disappear in the darkness above, with Tony wrapped around him in the front like some kind of baby monkey.
It was a horrendous debate that did not end in Tony’s favor, but Peter was right in the end.
This position was best for his stitches, even though that meant that his dick was pressed firmly and rubbing against Peter’s abs - and it took all of his willpower not to think about it like that.
Instead, he focused on a science-y side of it, observing how effortlessly Peter climbed even with a full grown man in his lap, legs around his waist, arms around his torso. Peter handled it like Tony weighed nothing at all. Okay, maybe it wasn’t good to think of it like that either.
They got out of the compound with little effort on Tony’s part and Peter finally let him down once they reached an area that was not so densely populated.
Tony rolls his shoulders and stretches them to try and get the feeling back, “Not a bad idea, k-” he nearly shouts when Peter pulls him in, back behind some foliage and covers his mouth to keep him from making any more sounds than he already has.
“Don’t move,” Peter whispers, then drags him back even further, pulling him down and covering Tony with his body.
It’s a little weird for a solid moment there.
Tony feels the heat rising to his cheeks but keeps quiet and keeps down as, quite suddenly, a group of guards run past them at full speed. Tony feels Peter press even harder into him, keeping him tight to the ground and out of sight.
13. Adrenaline (Flash back, cont’d from last)
Once they’re gone, Tony starts to get up again but Peter slams him right back down and another group of guards pass along the road.
Tony’s at the end of his willpower, too, and he winces when he feels Peter shift against his erection.
The kid looks at him with wide eyes. There’s nothing accusing in them, but Peter’s definitely surprised by this outcome. Well, hey, so is he. This was the last place he expected to get aroused in.
“Sorry,” he mutters, smirking, “I can’t help it when people do things like hold me down against my will and show me that they’re stronger than me with such little effort.”
Peter blushes, but smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, sir.”
“No, no, it’s fine. It’s not appropriate at all, but we’re all human.”
“It doesn’t bother me, Mr. Stark,” Peter tries to assure him, it’s a valiant effort from the kid and it’s flattering, but Tony doesn’t respond.
He stands back up and takes Peter’s wrist, “Let’s-” he stops when Peter flips their hands, yanking Tony in and lifting him in his arms, “What… what are you doing?” he asks as the kid starts running.
“I don’t know, sir, my spidey-sense is tingling,” Peter tells him and Tony starts laughing, “Stop, quiet. Listen, okay, I know it sounds weird but something’s wrong. I just… I stopped asking questions-”
“No, I know what it is. I know what you’re talking about,” Tony responds, still laughing, “Happy told me all about it, but it’s called your Peter Tingle, right? That’s what it is?”
Peter groans, “Sir, please don’t call it that.”
“What, and ‘spidey-sense’ is any better?”
“Yes,” Peter says firmly and shudders, “Oh god,” he leaps just in time to miss the large blade that passes through where they just were, holding onto Tony firmly and leaping through the trees instead.
“They’re onto us?”
“I think so.”
Tony curses lowly, “We were so careful getting out.”
“Someone must’ve noticed…”
“To be fair, we weren’t exactly quiet.”
Peter frowns, “I’m sorry-”
“Don’t apologize, don’t regret. Just get us out of here alive, kid.”
“Yes sir.”
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