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Why Are You Up?

Pairing: Tony x F!Reader x Morgan

Summary: Morgan walks downstairs of the lake house to see Tony working on something in the lounge. You listen to the conversation from the top of the stairs

Morgan walks into your room to climb onto her father's empty side of the bed. "Dad's up again." you nod, getting out of bed and picking her up. You carry her out and drop her on the ground at the top of the staircase. "Go get information out of him." She walks downstairs and sits on the last step to see your husband working on something.

"Why are you up?" Morgan asks, making Tony look at her. "'Cause I've got some important shit going on here!" He leans against the arm rest of the couch. Morgan tilts her head with her eyebrows furrowed. "Don't tell Mum I said that word."

"Why?"

"Because she claimed that word." you walk downstairs with Morgan and Tony standing up. "Damn right I claim that word." you smile at them as Tony picks her up and places her on his hip. "Can I have a cheeseburger?" She asks. "We can cheeseburgers tomorrow." you say. You walk upstairs and into your bedroom.

Tony drops Morgan on the bed. She crawls up it and settles on Tony's side. "Scoot." He nudges her. She shakes her head. Tony looks at me as if you can do something. "Don't look at me. She doesn't get her stubbornness from her mother." I comment.

Morgan chuckles, rolling herself over to be in the middle. Tony settles of where she was and pulls the blankets over the three of you. "You're making waffles tomorrow morning." you close your eyes. "Why am I making them?" He asks.

"Because you said the word I claimed and woke our daughter up."

A sad fanfic

Tony Stark x Fem reader

Timeline : after the battle of New York, somewhere before Iron Man 3

I was about to sleep beside him, he had had a nice dinner and was actually intent on going to sleep.

I was happy, seeing Tony so relaxed calmed my nerves. He was so stressed nowadays, and sometimes he'd break down and cry, it broke my heart. The battle of New York had not taken a good toll on him, and I was going increasingly worried about his health.

Whenever I asked him why he was overworking himself, he would simply say, "I'm only trying to make sure you're safe and protected, honey."

And by overwork, I meant overwork. Even for him, who was used to working extra. Pepper, who was the CEO, was also concerned about him. But she had told me, that if anyone could save him, it was me.

But I didn't know how.

I fell asleep beside a snoozing Tony but was woken in the middle of the night by his scream.

I woke up with a shock, not sure whether the scream was in my dream or reality. But after I saw a shaking Tony beside me, I knew that it was real. I took a deep breath and hugged him.

He was tossing and shaking, not fully awake, nor fully asleep. I hated when he had to go through that. He couldn't fall back asleep nor could he be released from his nightmare.

"Tony," I whispered softly, shaking him softly. "Tony, it's okay."

He groaned in his sleep, and his face constricted. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

"Tony it's not real!" I said desperately, the only thing which could help him.

He screamed again.

"Tony!" I shouted loudly. He opened his eyes and was breathing loudly. "Oh Tony," I tried my best not to cry and hugged him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered, tears pooling down his eyes. He never cried in front of anyone, only me. Humour was his way of hiding his weaknesses, and he was vulnerable only in front of me. It was something which made me wanna comfort him even more.

"Don't apologise, love." I whispered softly. "It's okay, I am here. I am here for you."

He sat up straight and I handed him a glass of water. As he was drinking, I said nothing, just waited patiently. Sometimes it's not words which is important, the silence also matters. A lot.

"I should've been better. I should've done better. If I was better, then many more lives would've been saved." He sighed.

"Tony, you did your best. There's nothing more you could've done. Even the rest of the Avengers agree." I said softly, holding his hand.

"I know, but I should've-" he rubbed his hand over his face. "That wormhole. It felt like....I'll never forget what it felt like."

I squeezed his hand.

"I felt like I was drowning in a pool of darkness, a pool I'd never get out of. It was scary." He said and closed his eyes.

"Tony," I said, "It's okay. It's over. You're safe. And I am here with you."

"I often think about how I would feel if that darkness swallowed you." He admitted, tears forming in his eyes but he blinked them away. "It would kill me. It would kill me if anything happens to you."

"Nothing is gonna happen to me." I said, stroking his hair, "I am here with you. There's no safer place for me. I know that you are worried, but don't push yourself over the limit. I need you healthy and alive, Tony. Only then I can truly be happy."

"Come here." He said and I lay down on his chest. He took a deep breath. "I was gonna say thanks but you would kill me if I do that, so I'm gonna stick to an 'I love you."

I laughed.

"I love you, sweetheart." He kissed my head, and I replied, "I love you too, metal man."

"Iron man is cooler." He insisted.

"That's why I don't call you that." I laughed and so did he.

I’ve been waiting for so long || Tony Stark x Pepper Potts SMUT

WORD COUNT: 1754

SUMMARY: Tony & Pepper’s first time.

WARNINGS: pure smut ☺

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

It wasn’t because she had any question about her feelings for him, or even any question about his for her. It was just a big change for both of them. They both had so much at stake- they had gradually become the center of each other’s universe, so to speak. Well, she knew Tony would always be his own gravitational force. But she also knew that he needed her, even if his world didn’t revolve around her, it couldn’t exist without her either. They both had a lot to lose.

Tony was being a gentleman, waiting patiently for Pepper to be ready for intercourse- even if it was really hard for him. Of course that didn’t mean they didn’t have some fun together. They were adults with a decade long relationship who were in love and very sexually attracted to one another. But Tony always stopped himself before it got too far, or else he feared it would be impossible to stop and he didn’t want to be a jerk or get testy with her.

 Pepper had spent the night several times, but they mostly kissed, fooled around and slept tangled together. He hated when she left for the night so even if it was incredibly difficult to keep his hands to himself it was better than her leaving him alone every night.

 After the invasion of New York, all bets were off, everything changed-including Tony. He almost died and Pepper didn’t want any regrets. She wanted to anchor Tony to something solid and good, he seemed worried and a little more distant. She wanted to take him in her arms and make him feel safe and loved and show him that she believed in his commitment to her. She began spending almost every night with him-afraid to leave him alone.

 It had been a week since the attack. They both had long days of work but Tony was focused on upgrading his suit for the next potential threat and she had to drag him from the workshop up to clean up for bed. She laid out his sweats for him and changed in the bathroom. He laid in bed, waiting for her to return, he was always happy she was there. When she joins him on the bed he immediately begins kissing her. It isn’t too much or an unwelcome advance, she needs him too.

 He touches a bit of bare skin on her hip between her pajama pants and where her tank top has ridden up to expose her tummy, he’s stroking it gently before he drags his rough fingers across the expanse of her midriff to the front of her stomach, right above her low hanging pants. His touch is like fire on her skin, he pauses. She leans up and whispers in his ear “don’t stop there- please don’t stop.”

 He pulls back and stares at her, mouth slightly ajar. She nods a little. She is ready.

He leans back down and kisses her again, slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, he sits up a little so he can position himself to remove her pants. She lifts her hips to accommodate his movement and he swears he can hear his own pulse pounding in his chest. When he’s tossed her pants off the bed she reaches for the hem of his shirt and removes it, tossing it beside her discarded pants on the floor.

 His skin feels amazing against hers. When he is back beside her, hovering just over her, she places her hand gently against the arc, feeling the faintest whir below her fingertips. The last time she actually touched it she was panicking and replacing it- an entirely different experience. His big brown eyes are locked on hers, they are both exposed and vulnerable. After a moment he places his hand over hers and brings her fingertips up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

 She moves her hand up to cup his check and pull him down for another searing kiss as he moves between her legs. She wraps her leg around his hip and begins to slowly grind against his growing hardness as they continue to kiss. She is getting really hot. He can faintly feel her nipples through her tank top. He reaches between them to trace his fingers over the soaked crotch of her panties. She is already so wet. The touch makes her jolt- but it is too brief. She begins to desperately tug at the waist band of his pants, she wants them gone, she wants more contact and less between them. After a few attempts to push them down she begins to grow desperate and frustrated and he pulls back to abide by her clear desire.

 He pulls his pants down and his hard length bobs free against his stomach. He feels relief at the freedom. And the sight, and size, of him only turns her on more. She quickly removes her tank top and lays back down, mostly bare before him. The only barrier that remains is her panties. Her chest is flushed, a beautiful blush is creeping up her pale chest to her freckled cheeks. He is in awe of her. He places a wet kiss on her neck before he licks her and begins to suck at her pulse, marking her for his own.

She is rubbing her legs together attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. His hand trails up her ribcage until it reaches her breast. He massages he briefly before slowly tracing his thumb around her hard nipple. Her hand is at the nape of his neck holding him against her as she beings to pant and undulate her hips against the empty space between them. When he comes up for air, he looks at her laid out before him. He moves between her legs and pulls her panties down in agonizing slowness. She misses him against her already. His warm body pressed against hers, shoulder to toe.

 When the final barrier is removed, he places his hands on her hips in a moment of uncertainty. She reaches down and places her left hand over his right and gives it a gentle squeeze before slowly dragging his hand beneath hers to where she wants his touch the most. He touches her gently, watching her face, watching how her eyes close, her mouth gasps on that first contact. Her other hand blindly reaches out for his. Their fingers tangle on the bed beside her hip and she is gripping his hand fiercely as he slowly caresses her open and she moves her hips against his hand begging for more.

 He wants to taste her but as he leans down- she tells him she won’t last and she wants him inside her. He’s grateful. It’s been a long time and he could use some relief, and he settles for licking his fingers clean, savoring his first taste of her.

He reaches over into the night stand for lubricant. Her pulse is quickening, even though she didn’t think that was possible, as she watches him prepare himself for her. He is so hard, she hasn’t even gotten a chance to touch him. She reaches out to help stroke the lubricant over him, together they slide their hands over his length. It’s a brief encounter but there will be plenty of time for that later. He lays her back down and positions himself. She is incredibly wet as he is rubbing his head over her opening, increasing her anticipation in a slow tease she can barely stand.

 He finally takes mercy on her as he lines himself up and takes one deep, long, slow thrust inside. When he is fully embedded inside her he hears her squeak. He looks at her face for reassurance. Her eyes are clouded and unfocused, she asks for a moment to adjust. It’s been a long time and she is a little tight.

 He reaches out and pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear, and then places his hand on her neck, tracing soothing circles with his thumb, back and forth, until she is ready. He is waiting for her signal and taking in every feature on her face. When she lifts her leg over his hip he begins a slow, deep grind against her, not wanting to rush. They move their pelvises together, slowly building passion until he is desperate to pull back and thrust against her. She can tell what he needs- she needs it too. She trails her hand from his shoulder blade down to his supple butt- gripping it to let him know its okay. He follows her lead and begins a stream of harder thrusts against her.

 They make love hesitantly. When he feels he can’t take anymore he reaches down between them and slowly rubs her clit., hoping to make her cum. He bends over and simultaneously takes her hard pebbled nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. That does the trick and she cums hard, gripping him like a vice and crying out against him.

 He places his head on her chest, between her breasts, thrusts five more times and begins to cum himself. He pulls back and stares into her eyes as he is emptying everything he has inside her. He bursts over and over again.

 He lays his head back down and they don’t move for a few moments. He can feel her sweat begin to cool against his face as she rubs soothing circles on his exposed cheek before he finally moves. When they separate the cold air hits his drained cock with a hiss. Not wanting to leave for the bathroom, he fetches his sweats from the floor by the bed and moves to wipe them both clean before pulling the blankets up and over them. She is touched by his tenderness and already missing his closeness, feeling emptiness where he recently occupied.

 They lay in bed facing each other, her hand on the pillow beside her head. He reaches over and takes her fingers in his before scooting closer to her and rolling onto his back. He takes her hand and places it gently over the arc- resting his hand on top of hers before she snuggles even closer into his side and drapes her leg over his.

 “That was worth the wait” she says softly.

“Baby.. I never knew I was waiting for anything until you” he says back, smiling at her.



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HIS GRIEF || Tony Stark x Reader drabble

Summary: the action happens after events from CA:CW. Tony is full of grief and anger after he had found out who killed his parents. Reader is trying to calm him down.

Words: 675

A/N: Hiya! This is my very first attempt in writing so please, be gentle with me. Also, this drabble is dedicated to my favorite blog, namely @thepaperpanda and their first writing challenge ❤

The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.

Tony Stark was sitting at a cold jetty thinking of last events that became his share recently. He sighed deeply slipping hands in his hair.

His heart was heavy. He felt he could barely breath and was struggling for each blissful inhalation of cold marine air.

You found him like that and your heart almost ripped apart.

You’ve been looking for him for few hours. You didn’t feel weariness, your whole body was filled with adrenaline.

When you answered a call from Natasha that Tony has left in a rush shortly after their return to the Avengers Tower, you knew something was not okay at all. You didn’t pay attention to fact it was the middle of the night and you had to get up early. The only thing you did care about was to find him and make sure he was safe and sound.

You approached him slowly from behind and you crouched next to him. You placed your hand carefully on his shoulder.

“Tony?”

He didn’t push you away but brunette also didn’t respond. He was sitting still.

“Tony.. What happened? Tell me. I’m by your side.”

He protractedly let out a sigh.

“I can’t stand this shit any longer, Y/N,” his voice has broken down before he ended his sentence. “And that fight today.. I am exhausted. And Rogers.. He knew. He knew from the very beginning..” he mumbled quietly ruffling his own bangs.

“Knew about what, Tony?” you asked stroking his shoulder.

“Who killed my parents,” he said simply like it was nothing.

You blinked.

“Who did this?”

Tony sighed again.

“Barnes. James Barnes. His beloved Winter Soldier, Y/N,” Tony crossed arms over his chest. “He knew.. And still was protecting that murderer! Can you believe it, Y/N?!”

You stayed silent giving Tony a room for reflexion.

“You good know they are friends. And I think that James didn’t do this because he has wanted it to happen. Wasn’t him under Hydra’s control back then?” you questioned.

He didn’t say a word.

“You know how huge was their influence over Barnes,” you added. “Even if it was him who…. Did this awful thing… He wasn’t himself.”

“You’re protecting this bastard!” Tony rose from his place flicking his jeans from dirt. “Y/N, you should be by MY SIDE, and all you do is defending HIM!”

Tony pushed you aside, he was so cold towards you. He simply passed you and went back to his Lamborghini.

“Tony! Wait!” you ran after him.

“Y/N, I have nothing more to say!” he didn’t let you grab his hand and in a rush he took a driver seat on his car.

“Where are you going, Tony?” you asked almost with tears in your eyes.

“None of your business,” he replied slightly.

“Just, please Tony, calm down, take a shower, maybe talk to someone in the Tower….”

He snapped cutting your sentence in a half.

“There are no Avengers anymore, Y/N. At least they are not united anymore.”

Tony pushed you away and pressed the button so door from his side has closed.

He drove away fastly leaving you alone at the parking lot next to the harbour.

“Dear God…” you felt a single tear running down your cheek. “Send us a sign.. I hope they will reunite again….”

You didn’t know then that evil forces was on their way to destroy everything you used to know…

amazingly written story! Simple, short but funny and charming. You have a talent for this, keep writing! Thank you so much for your participation. ~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️

Don’t mess with God of Thunder // Reader x Tony Stark (including Thor)

A/N: @thepaperpanda this one’s for you

Summary: Reader can’t sleep because of a thunderstorm outside. She meets Tony in the kitchen, and he seems to have a remedium for her problem.

Words: 920

It was your first night in Avengers Tower, and you were scared and frustrated. All trainings that you were about to have next day, all meetings…

You were simply overwhelmed by many tasks.

And a thunderstorm.

The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated street. Even shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness.

You were terrified of the thunderstorms.

You decided to go onto low ground floor, to the kitchen, to get yourself a cup of tea.

While you were waiting for water to boils, someone has stepped into the kitchen, too.

“Problems with sleep, huh?”

You looked around over your shoulder, and smiled.

Tony Stark was leant against door frame causally, his eyes were directed at you.

You nodded with a little smile on your lips.

“Exactly. You know, I hate storms. All those noises.. They’re awful. I can’t sleep properly while storm’s raging outside the window.” You covered your shoulders with your fluffy nightgown. “I know it’s kinda late, but maybe you want a tea? I’m making myself one..”

Tony took a seat next to you, man shook his head.

“No. Thanks for asking. So. You’ll have your presentation tomorrow’s morning, am I right, Y/N?” Tony asked politely.

“Yep. That’s right.” You sighed. “To be honest, I’m stressed.”

Tony patted your back tenderly.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright. I assure you, Y/N.”

You smiled at him.

The kettle began to cheep, announcing that the water has boiled.

You rose from the chair, and you poured boiling water to the cup.

“Are you glad you’ve joined us, Y/N?” This sudden question made you confused a bit.

“Well. Taking I’m with you only since few hours… It’s really hard to tell. But yes, I’m glad. Why are you asking, Mr Stark?” You cocked your brow looking at him.

“Tony. Just call me Tony.” Stark smirked at you. “I was just wondering. Out of my curiosity.”

“I see…” You gave him a bright smile, but your smile quickly faded away as you heard a loud thunder. You shivered, wrapping your nightgown more around your figure. “Gosh.. I have to end writing my speech for tomorrow’s presentation… But I won’t be able to focus.. Those thunders, brrr!” You squeaked quietly. You were really terrified.

“Hush, Y/N. I think I know how to help you.” Tony also rose from his place grinning at you.

He went to the intercom, and pressed oblong button.

“Concierge! Bring me Thor here! Where?! To the kitchen. As soon as possible, I don’t have whole night!”

You blinked few times hearing the name of the most recognizable Avenger.

“Mr… Mr Odinson… Why do you need him? It’s a middle of the night..” You asked with eyes wide opened.

“You’ll see.” Tony responded simply.

Thor came to the kitchen after a quarter of an hour.

“What do you need, Stark? What was so important that you ordered that silly human being to wake me up?” Thor yawned, not covering his mouth at all.

Stark laughed shortly and pointed at you.

“This young lady needs a little help, and I think you’re the only one here who can do something to comfort her.”

You blushed throwing Stark the mean glare.

Thor frowned looking at you.

“What can I do for you, Miss?” He asked in deep voice of his.

“Well. I… I just…” You stuttered.

“Y/N is afraid of thunderstorms. And you’re the God of Thunder.” Tony shrugged. “The only person who can stop this mess outside the window, ya know?”

Thor smirked nodding.

Without any more words, he raised Mjolnir up in the air, and said something in Asgardian language. Within few seconds thunders faded away, only rain remained outside the window.

You were staying with a cup of tea in your shaking hands, your mouth half opened as you tried to express any word.

“I hope it helped, Y/N.” Thor yawned loudly, blonde man rubbed his bearded chin. “Now, excuse me, my dear, but I’m sleepy, so I’ll head back to my room, unless you, Stark,” he looked at other man, “needs something more from me.”

“No. That’s all. Thanks, the mightiest Avenger!” Tony bowed his head with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Thor only rolled his eyes, then he left the room.

Being still in a shock, you swallowed looking at Tony.

“Thanks… I… I’ll go to my room, too… Still have a lot.. A lot of things to take care of..” You mumbled waving hand at Stark, and then you left.

You got quickly to your room, you closed the door, and lied in bed.

“Ah, Thor..” you mumbled with languid voice. “He’s so handsome..”

“ODINSOOOOON!”

You heard someone was yelling on the corridor, immediately you recognized Tony’s voice, so you quickly got up and rushed to your door opening them wide. You stepped onto the corridor, and bursted into laugh.

In front of Tony’s door, just fee millimeters from them, Mjolnir has been set, amd taking Tony’s door were opening on the corridor, he was unable to enter his own room.

“This is what happens when you’re fooling around of God of Thunder!” Thor yelled loudly from his room.

Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed. “Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply. “Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head. “Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter. Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded. “Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey... if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer. “Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot. “Uhm... Sorry sweetheart...”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night. He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid... What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” It was Tony.

Peter blinked. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom... I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh... Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So... Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”