We know Spider-Man and Iron Man were both incredibly famous super heroes, so they obviously had fans out there in their world. This also means that there were memes made about them, and probably fanart too. And, surely, fanfiction.

Come on, you can't tell me none of the Avengers never found at least one fanfiction about themselves! Makes no sense.

But Peter did, once.

It wasn't an accident, he had been told by his Instagram followers to download an app called Wattpad (abort mission, fandom. I repeat, abort mission), so he did.

He had been told to look for something: "Irondad". He had no idea what that was, but due to the amount of people telling him about it, he was certainly curious.

It was not what he had expected.

He wasn't even expecting anything, but he would have never thought about it. He hadn't been hoping it was that. He had definitely never dreamt of it. Nope.

Okay, that may be false (and it's not because I, the author, wanted it to be. No, that's cannon.)
(Fight me.)

And so Peter discovered the world of fanfiction, following the advice given by his fans and therefore avoiding "lemon" and "smut", whatever that was.

(No, I don't know what that is.)

(Alright, maybe I do, but Peter doesn't have to know about it.)

(Moving on...)

As happens to every person who discovers fanfiction, Peter became addicted. Soon, he had his library filled with fanfics of Irondad and Spiderson, but who could judge him? Clearly not us.

The problem started when he read at night in the tower. Now, he wasn't stupid enough to read fanfiction about Tony and him while ignoring real Tony, so he almost never used his phone when they were together. But at night? No matter if he was in his apartment or in the tower, he always read.

That in itself wasn't the problem. No, the problem was that Tony randomly decided to go check on him one night, only to find him using his phone.

"Peter," Tony started cautiously, "what are you doing?"

Said teen, who had been too engrossed in a story to pay attention to his Spidey Sense, snapped his head to the man and quickly blocked his phone. His cheeks flared in the dimly lit bedroom.

"Nothing," he stuttered out.

Tony's eyes went wide. He tried to say something but no words came out. "You-? Um-"

Peter's eyes widened too when he realized what Tony thought he had been doing. "No! Not that. That's disgusting!" He shuddered. Tony relaxed.

"Then what were you doing?"

"Uh-" Peter panicked. "I was texting my girlfriend!"

Tony stared at Peter. "You don't have a girlfriend."

The spiderling stared back at him. "And how would you know that? I may have recently gotten a secret girlfriend, for all you know."

"Peter," Tony started slowly, "you're gay."

Peter blinked.

"Damn, you right."

Silence.

"So you're not going to tell me what you were doing?"

Peter shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He was noticeably anxious. "No?"

Tony didn't press further. If the kid didn't want to tell him, the man wouldn't force him. He'd speak when he was ready, and Tony respected that.

But that didn't mean he wasn't curious.

Tony didn't invade Peter's privacy, he would never do such thing, but he did start paying closer attention to everything he did or said while he used his phone. It was a little difficult, since he only used it around him when Tony was working on something else and couldn't pay attention to him. But Tony managed, as one does when curious.

One particular afternoon, when Tony was finishing some boring paperwork, the man noticed Peter was smiling at his phone and perked up.

"Hey, Pete, what are you doing?" Peter snapped his gaze up at him, the smile faltering for a second before returning to the usual brightness it held around his father figure.

"I'm just reading," was the teen's simple response.

"You know you can ask me for a book if you want to, right? I don't want you straining your vision." Tony's such a Dad.

"These aren't in stores, unfortunately." Peter had, understandably, began answering evasively. Tony raised a single brow.

"And why's that? What are you reading?"

The spider kid glanced sideways for half a second, looking not uncomfortable but nervous. "Uh-"

"It's fine, kid. Relax." Tony intended to go back to the paperwork waiting in his desk, but Peter spoke up.

"It's- it's fanfiction." Peter paused. "I like it."

The teen didn't stop to see the man's reaction as he stood up and bid him goodnight.

"Jarvis, what is fanfiction?" And, as the AI answered him, he smiled softly.

Tony didn't press the matter any further; he could see Peter didn't want to talk about it and he had no wish to upset him, so Tony bit his tongue.

However, when they were both in the labs one morning, something else happened that caught the billionaire's attention.

He hadn't been doing anything major, just cleaning up his favorite working table, and so Peter stood back for a while (after offering help, of course, but Tony declined). Conversation hadn't sparked because MCR blared through the speakers and none of the occupants of the lab seemed interested in disturbing the atmosphere. Therefore, Peter fished his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through it for some minutes.

"Awwww," was suddenly heard through the room. It wasn't very loud, but still noticeable.

Tony turned around with a quirked eyebrow. "And what are you reading now?" he asked.

Peter blushed but answered. "The beginning of a chapter is adorable. The fanart is, actually."

"Can I see?" Tony wasn't trying to be invasive, he was actually interested and wanted to know what made the kid happy.

Hesitantly, Peter showed Tony the lit screen of the phone.

"It's... us. You have an Iron Man action figure," Tony said slowly, as a small smile graced his features.

Peter pulled his phone back a bit, nervousness and curiosity mixing up as he watched his father figure.

"It's cute, I like it."

Peter smiled. Tony smiled back.

"So, Irondad and Spiderson fan fictions, I'm guessing." The man smirked as he spoke. Peter's face changed colors to resemble a tomato, all the way up from his neck to his ears. He took an infinitesimal step backwards, but any other movement got stopped by the man. "I like those, too. They're unexpectedly accurate."

Peter's eyes snapped up at his mentor. "You- you-?"

"If I see you as a son? Pete, you shouldn't even have to ask."

Peter bolted right into Tony's arms, catching him off guard, but it was a good kind of surprised.

He didn't step away as he asked, "Are we there yet?"

Tony wrapped his arms tightly around the kid. "Yes, we are there, son."

(You hear screaming on the background? That's me.)