A/N: So, these are mostly going to be little Oneshots and drabbles about the father and son relationship of Tony and Peter. They're completely unconnected and can be read in any order. Hope you enjoy these!

Summary: Tony's daughter Morgan is miserable with her new glasses. Thankfully her dad and her big brother know exactly how to cheer her up.


The minute Tony stepped through the doors of the elevator a piercing scream hit his unsuspecting eardrums and his hands immediately reached to cover his ears even as his mind matched a meaning to the sound. His hands changed path and instead went to the watch on his wrist, activating a gauntlet that covered his right hand in the blink of an eye.

"Pep?", he called out cautiously, raising his armed arm when he turned the corner to the living space. He could've cried in relief when his wife replied even if the high-pitched screaming continued.

"We're alright." A pause and then more soothingly, "Shh, baby. It's alright. Daddy's here now. You wanna say hi to daddy?"

The nanites retreated into his watch before they could scare his daughter and once the big brown eyes found him, she reached out her arms, calling for him.

"Hey baby", he greeted her with a tender kiss to the forehead. He settled her on his right hip and gently bounced her as she sniveled into his neck, small arms holding on to him tightly. "What's wrong?", he asked her. She simply shook her head and pressed closer into him.

Hadn't Pepper watched them calmly, albeit looking exhausted, he wouldn't have been able to stop the anxiety slowly rising in his chest. Knowing that she wouldn't be this calm if there was an actual threat, he tried to calm his beating heart and sat down next to his wife who brushed his lips in a quick kiss before dropping a long kiss to their daughter's head.

"What's wrong?", he whispered, never stopping his slight swaying while his hand kept drawing soothing circles into Morgan's red hair. Her pigtails were a mess and when she leaned back a little bit to rub her eyes with her hands, Tony could see her tear-rimmed eyes and tear-stained chubby cheeks. Her lip was still trembling but she held on to her mum's hand tightly when she reached out for her.

She squirmed until Tony let go of her and sat her down on his lap, where she curled up into his chest immediately.

"I don't wanna be ugly, daddy", she whispered, pressing Pepper's index and middle finger to her eyes to stop the tears that were still evident in her voice, even though Tony couldn't see her face.

Whatever he had expected, it hadn't been this.

From the very first moment they had laid eyes on her, they had known she was the most beautiful being in the universe and they had made sure to tell her so every single day. She had never questioned it, had never even been shy when all her various aunt and uncles had gushed about her or when Peter kept telling her that he would never find someone as beautiful as her when she asked him about a girlfriend. He couldn't fathom what had triggered this but he swore, if it was something someone had said, than he was going to kill that person dead. No one would ever get away with hurting his daughter.

"You're not ugly, baby", he told her, turning her in his lap so he would be able to see her better but she refused to look up at him. Putting his index finger under her chin, he tipped her head up slightly until her glassy eyes met his. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world, remember?"

"I was the most beautiful girl", she told him, her lower lip stuck out and trembling. "But I'm never gonna be beautiful again." At that she shut her eyes tightly and turned into Tony's palm who caressed her cheek gently. "No pretty girl wears glasses."

Glasses?

Over Morgan's head his eyes met Pepper's who nodded with a small sigh. "We went to the doctor today because Morgan had a headache when I picked her up from daycare and Mrs. Hudson told me she kept squinting at things. She's hyperopic and trying to accommodate her eyes all the time ended up hurting her head. She's gonna have to wear glasses for the foreseeable future."

He felt hot tears dripping down his right hand and moved his left hand to brush a few loose strands of her fringe back from her sweaty forehead.

"You're never ever gonna be ugly", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "You are wonderful." A kiss to her cheek. "You are beautiful." A kiss to her other cheek. "And mommy and daddy love you so so much." One last kiss to her forehead.

A giggle slipped past her lips and she scrunched up her nose when his goatee tickled her skin and although it still sounded wet, it was a lot better than the heart-wrenching cries he came home to. "And Petey?"

"And Petey, too", he smiled widely. "Do you want to know a secret?"

Her little head wobbled up and down, her still glassy eyes wide with excitement at the prospect of hearing one of dad's secrets.

"Daddy used to wear glasses all the time when he went outside", Tony told her in a conspiratorial whisper. It was surreal that this little ray of sunshine didn't know about the Tony Stark façade that he used to put up for everyone outside his comfort zone. While he still did that. While the world still didn't really know the real him – and he'd rather keep it that way – he had stopped trying to hide so much ever since she had come into their lives. He wanted, needed, to be a better man for his daughter.

"They were really cool."

"Really, daddy? Why'd you stop?", she asked, frowning up at him. Her little fingers were still curled around Pepper's and she alternated her questioning looks between her parents. "Did your head get better?"

He grinned, leaning back into the couch and dropping an arm lazily over the backrest, right behind Pepper. "I didn't need the glasses", he told her, "I just wanted to wear them because I liked them." And because his eyes had always been too telling, a too direct link to his heart, in this cruel world.

Tony felt Pepper press a kiss to his shoulder when she leaned into his side, wiggling her fingers in Morgan's grasp, and he felt a wave of gratitude rush through his body at having this wonderful family when he had never believed something like that could ever be in the cards for him.

His little girl didn't seem to be convinced, though, because she simply scrunched up her nose – something he was about eighty percent sure she had picked up from her big brother – and cocked her head to one side, trying to figure it out. "No one wears glasses just because they're cool. No one likes glasses", she told him matter-of-factly.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Pull up some of my greatest glasses-wearing hits up, please."

Thankfully he had baby-proofed the AI's settings before Morgan had ever met the bodiless voice and thus only the socially acceptable pictures started playing on the TV screen in front of them.

While Morgan, who had climbed into Pepper's lap to get a better look, watched the pictures, talking about them a mile a minute, he leaned back in content and watched her. The only evidence of her tears were her clotty lashes and the reddened skin around her eyes where she had rubbed them with her hands. But her eyes were shining with the childish joy and excitement that he had grown used to and every once in a while she let out a giggle at one of the pictures.

"Oh wow, those are ancient!"

All three of them turned around when they heard Peter's voice and immediately Morgan jumped down from her mum's lap and scurried over to the older boy, reaching up at him until he picked her up and she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"Petey!", she exclaimed excitedly into his neck, before turning halfway to the TV screen, "Daddy used to wear glasses!", she told him, her forehead crinkling in a frown, "Did you know that? He says glasses can be cool. Do you like glasses?"

Peter pressed a kiss to her temple and started walking over to the sitting area. "Hello to you, too, Mo", he smiled down at her, "I think Dad's glasses are pretty cool. Why? Don't you like glasses?"

When Morgan didn't answer for a while and returned to watching the pictures again, still with one arm wrapped around his neck, Peter turned his questioning look to Tony and Pepper.

"Morgan is going to have to wear glasses from now on and she's scared they'll make her ugly", the latter replied with a sigh and then a small smile, "I'm happy you'll be here over the weekend. Maybe hanging out with her big brother will take her mind off of it a little."

They stayed like that for a while. Tony pulled Peter into a side hug to the best of his abilities with Morgan still clinging to the kid and started carding his hand through the slightly longer than usual curls, watching in amusement when Peter started doing similar motions on the base of his daughter's neck. The kid told them about college and how much he enjoyed bunking with Ned but how glad he was to be home every other weekend. He usually alternated his home visits between staying with Tony and staying with May, though usually all of them ended up at the tower for sleepovers and family movie nights anyway.

The slide show continued – even Tony was surprised how many different pictures there were of him in glasses – and Morgan relaxed again after a while, trying to get all of her brother's attention by telling him every little detail of her day and about the cool colorful glasses that were so much better than the boring ones she had to wear.

"How about we go out for ice cream!", Tony suddenly interrupted them, an idea forming in his head as he watched their kids cuddled up on the couch. "We could make it a family trip and we're all going to be wearing cool colorful glasses!"

Pepper grinned at him with a little shake of her head but Morgan had perked up at the mention of colorful glasses. "You're gonna wear glasses, too, Daddy?", she asked, staring at him wide-eyed over Peter's shoulder.

"Of course I'm going to wear my cool glasses", he told her, leaning forward to brush a few loose strands behind her ear, "And we can color your glasses, too, if you want."

"Really?", she bounced up and down on Peter's lap in excitement, "Are mommy and Petey gonna wear glasses, too?"

"Of course! Everyone's getting cool glasses!"

And so it was settled.

Tony started getting to work on coloring one pair of glasses Pepper and Morgan had already bought while Peter was charged with dressing both himself and his sister into an outfit cool enough to match their hip glasses (although Peter kept telling him that no cool person would ever call themselves hip).

It didn't take much more than twenty minutes before both kids came rushing into his lab, laughing so hard they were both panting. Morgan jumped up on the couch and didn't even wait for her dad to show her the upgraded glasses before shoving a dark blue t-shirt into his chest.

"We picked something out for you, too", she told him, her cheeks flushed from their sprint and chubby with the big smile she was still wearing.

The billionaire merely raised a questioning eyebrow at Peter who had plopped down next to the girl and matched her grin as he shrugged innocently. They were both clad in dark blue hoodie jackets that were closed in the front but they sat there with their hands on the zipper as if they were about to reveal the next Eiffel tower.

Only when he unfolded the shirt and stared down at the huge capital T at the front of it, did they undo their hoodies, grinning at him so smugly that he needed a minute to put together a logical explanation for Morgan to be wearing a pink 'Q' and Peter to be rocking the dark grey Pi symbol on his chest.

"Really?", he asked them exasperated, though he couldn't help but chuckle at how happy they looked just then.

"Yup", Peter grinned, proudly pointing at Morgan, "It was Mo's idea and we originally wanted to give it to you for Father's Day but we thought it'd be really hip if we could twin. Complete with glasses and all."

Tony shook his head even as he stepped forward to encircle both kids into a big hug.

If someone would've told him some twenty years ago that he would end up having a family with two kids, who made him wear part of a pun on his chest in public, he would've rolled his eyes so hard they would've been permanently stuck.

Now though?

Now he felt his chest swell with pride and love for both kids as they stood in the living room, all wearing their t-shirts and glasses to match. Peter and Morgan had left their hoodie jackets hanging open while he had opted for a dark blue blazer instead.

Tony held Morgan on his right hip, his little girl leaning her head against his shoulder as she smiled brightly, eyes shining behind her green tinted glasses. His other arm he had slung loosely around Peter's waist, while the boy grinned down happily at his sister, eyes covered by a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses from Tony's collection.

"Okay, guys. Smile!", Pepper called out and he pulled both kids just a little bit closer, keeping his once trademark stern look for the camera for a total of ten seconds before he burst out laughing at Morgan and Peter trying to outdo each other pulling faces.

In that moment he wanted to tell everyone who had ever said otherwise, that it was possible to fit your whole world into your hands because as long as he could hold his family in his arms, there was nothing more he could ever wish for.

"So, anyone wants ice cream?", he asked and almost dropped Morgan who tried to leap forward with an excited squeal. "I'll take that as a yes."


A/N: Find some amazing art for these story (and other Irondad related art) on weartirondad on tumblr!