Hey guys. I am so glad I got responses last time. The new title of this story is Spider Son, in case anyone was confused.

Ch 1 has been fixed up a bit in case you want to see it. And that part with Peter and Loki was inspired by a Pinterest pin. As are half of the ideas I have for this story.

And I thought the titles of these chapters would be a better surprise once you've started reading them. There's a few more things I wanna say but will save for the end.

I do not own Marvel but I hope you enjoy.


#2- Ticklish Spider

Peter's moans. They echoed through the empty halls. From the quiet lobby, to the ride up the elevators, and as he ducked his head out an open window just to moan some more. He dragged them on as his head hung, his arms limped at his sides and moving about in a sluggish motion as he entered the living room.

"Greetings, Peter."

"Hey, FRIDAY."

"What seems to be the trouble?"

"Ugh … nothing."

"You don't sound well at all."

"It's nothing. Don't bother. Is anyone here?"

"Dr. Banner is in the lab and Thor is in his quarters. The others are currently on a mission. They will be back in quite some time. Shall I contact Mr. Stark of your current state?"

"No. Don't bother. I'm going to my room." He moved sulkily away, unaware that FRIDAY was doing exactly that.

OOO

Handling a crew of ruffians that got their hands on scrapped up alien weapons, it was a hustle. But now the baddies were going to be locked up for life, the weapons were destroyed, and the quinjet was heading on home. Everyone was tired but the whole week was just as tiring. Helping Thor move his people to the other side of the world was proving to be difficult.

Fortunately, Steve still had T'Challa's number, if kings had cell phones. This one does. And that led to many phone calls, Wakandan ships coming and going, too much paperwork and trying to build a new community for all these refugees. But Thor had to stay behind until the UN gave the all clear for him to go since Thor was technically an Avenger. Heimdall gave his word he'd look after everyone until Thor could join them at last. But that meant the team would eventually lose one of their heavy hitters. But Thor was a king now. He had responsibilities now. It wasn't good-bye. They'd see him again. At least Loki left with them; that mischief maker.

Tony was making idle chat with Cap when the call came in. As FRIDAY explained through his ear piece, he went from easement to growing concern.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Peter."

"Is he hurt?"

"No. Karen checked his vitals. He's just … moody."

"Well, he is a teenager, after all."

"And I'm his dad now."

"If you need any help, we'll be there."

"Thanks Steve." At least the two were slowly getting their friendship on track. Now to handle his little spider.

Tony made it right to Peter's door, knocking gently and calling out to him. All he got was a muffled moan so he gently opened the door and saw Peter face down on his bed. Tony closed the door gently before sitting down at the edge of the bed by Peter's thigh.

"Peter?" He got another moan as response. His hand rubbed up and down Peter's back. "What's wrong?" Another moan. "In words, not gibberish." Tony was relieved when Peter turned his head sideways so his face showed but he looked so down. "What's going on, kid?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing. Is it school stuff? Is that Flash prick messing with you again?"

"No."

"Is it your aunt? Something happened?"

"No."

"Is it about Spider-Man? Mission gone wrong?"

"No."

"We're getting nowhere with this, Pete. I'm gonna need more than just no. Come on, work with me here." Both Tony's hands shook Peter's upper arms, making him look frazzled which was kind of progress.

"I'm just not in the mood today, alright? I just don't feel like it."

"You're moody."

"Gloomy, but yeah. Just …"

"Teenage stuff.

"Yeah."

Tony's eyes narrowed as Peter's arm hung lazily over the bed, his expression devoid of all joy and life with a frown on his face. This was so not Peter Parker. This was not Tony's son. His always enthusiastic, happy go lucky, smiling son. This was not him. Teenage stuff or not, Tony will not stand for it!

Suddenly, Peter jolted from his position and tried scrambling away as a burst of giggles spilled from his mouth. His hips twisted as a pair of strong hands tickled his sides and he turned on his back, trying to grab them and pry them off, but Tony's strength was just as challenging.

"T – Tony! S – Stop – stop it!"

"Hmm, let me think about that." He then squeezed Peter's sides, making the kid squeal and kick his legs off the bed and almost hitting Tony. "Yeah, nope." His hands reached his armpits, making Peter's giggles turn to loud laughter as he curled into a ball. "This is just too darn amusing." Tony leaned over and kept his grip on Peter tight. "After all, laughter is the best medicine."

"Y – You're t – the w – worst!" Peter whined before chortling in uncontrollable laughter.

"Now that was just mean. Didn't anyone tell you to respect your elders?" Peter tried hitting him but only weakly in the chest. Tony's towering frame plus the devil smirking look on his face could only spell out doom for the kid. "Oh, you're just asking for it, aren't you?" Tony gruffly said. He pushed Peter on his bed before pulling up his shirt and doing the last thing either of them expected. A raspberry.

Peter's head snapped back as he laughed insanely; the raspberry plus Tony's goatee made the sensation intense and even more worse. His legs shoved against Tony's but that only made the iron hero grip the kid's waist tighter. "Yep, you're asking for it!" He did another blow to the stomach, making Peter laugh higher than before, thrashing his body as he chose now to use his enhanced strength to shove Tony off. He rolled off the bed, trying to catch his breath and calm down his red face, before taking a break for it. "Oh no you don't!"

Steve, Rhodey and Sam were the only ones lounging in the living room when they heard the laughter followed by Peter running past them then Tony. All three men exchanged curious, confused and amused faces. Then, they all heard a loud crash upstairs. Tony's holler followed after. "We're good!"

"They have to be related." Rhodey mused.

"Two Starks? Now that's scary." Sam shuddered.

"Maybe not." Steve smiled.

OOO

Both guys collapsed on the floor of Tony's living room, the couch flipped over as well as the coffee table, the couch pillows laying around them. Luckily, nothing broke. Both their chests were heaving and taking deep breaths, cheeks red but smiles bright. Their bodies were splayed out next to one another and too tired to move.

"Tony?"

"Y – Yeah?" He gasped out, still trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks." Tony looked over to see Peter looking at him, giving a tired smile. "I … I needed that."

"No – no problem."

"Next time, heads up, please."

"Okay." A few minutes passed, just them taking in the peaceful silence. "Heads up." Tony grabbed Peter and hugged him from behind, messing up his hair. "Now let's get this mess cleaned up, spider son."

Peter grinned. "Okay Dad."


How was that?

Now, I do want to feature Doctor Strange, Black Panther, GOTG and co in the future. It's a work in progress. But they're all in my ideas for this.

Thank you all for your support on this; it made me keep going on this little trilogy of mine. Until next time, bye guys.