A/N: Hiya, fanfamily! This is a new story called We Take Care of Each Other, and it's Tony/Peter-centric. (I'm a little obsessed with Irondad and Spiderson, if you couldn't tell). I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
We Take Care of Each Other
Peter Takes Care of Tony
He was in Mr. Harrington's class when it happened.
Peter stared half-interested at his teacher, trying to pay attention to what he was saying, when his phone started blasting the National Anthem out of nowhere.
The teen hero paled as everyone turned to stare at him, including his teacher. Ned turned to him with wide eyes, and Peter coughed and reached for his phone.
The school policy was, you had to answer your phone if it rang during class.
And you had to put it on speaker.
"Come on, Peter," Mr. Harrington said, not rudely. "Don't be shy."
"Yes, Mr. Harrington," he said meekly.
He answered the phone and put it on speakerphone.
He cleared his throat, ready for whatever insulting comment Flash would have ready for him.
"Hey, Steve," he said. "You're on speaker."
"Steve?" Flash guffawed, his grin wide. "As in Steve Rogers? Yeah, right! As if you would know Captain America!"
Peter's face took on a reddish color.
"Peter?" a familiar male voice came from the phone, and the class went silent with shock. "Are you in class?"
"Uh, yeah, Steve, but that's okay. Did you need something?"
All eyes were on Peter, and he wasn't very comfortable with it. Flash was shaking his head in disbelief, and Mr. Harrington looked amazed. MJ looked… smug?
"Sorry, son," the super soldier apologized. "But… we're having a problem with Tony, and I didn't know who else to call."
"Tony?" Peter paled, and he stood up in his seat, forgetting about his class. "What happened?"
Steve could hear the panic in the teen's voice, and he was quick to reassure him.
"Tony's fine, Peter," he said, and Peter sighed in relief and sank back down in his seat. "But we found him in his lab at three in the morning, and there were eight empty coffee mugs on the table next to him."
Peter sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.
"Put him on the phone, please," he told the man. "Maybe I can help."
Steve sounded immensely relieved when he spoke next.
"You're a lifesaver, kiddo," he breathed. "Here, I'll put him on."
Peter rubbed his eyes, knowing what he was about to face. Of course Tony would consume innumerable amounts of caffeine just to keep himself awake. The man was a walking coffee maker!
"Pete!"
Peter winced at the loudness of the happy, wired voice.
"Hey, Mr. Stark," he replied kindly with a small smile.
"Hey, Pete, can you come tell the rest of the team that I'm fine?" the billionaire asked. "I don't need sleep, anyway!"
Peter groaned loudly into his hands. What was he going to do with this man?
"Tony," he said, his voice, void of all respectfulness, now filled with sternness, "when was the last time you slept?"
There was silence for several seconds, and Peter's class held their breaths.
"Umm," Tony answered, finally. "Two days ago? Three?"
"Tony!" Peter stood up again and began to pace in front of his desk, unaware of the twenty-some eyes that followed his every move.
"What?" Tony asked innocently. Then, off to the side, "Barton, give me back my coffee!"
"Don't give it to him, Clint!" Peter called, running a hand down his face. "Tony, when was the last time you ate?"
"Uh," Tony though for a moment. "Yesterday morning, I think."
"And what, exactly, did you eat?"
"…"
"Tony."
"Fine, fine!" the billionaire gave in. "Half of a pop tart."
"Okay," Peter sighed for the third time that morning. "Here's what we're going to do. Mr. Stark, put me on speaker so the rest of the team can hear me."
There was a crackling sound, and once Peter confirmed everyone could hear him- "Language!" Steve had shouted over the phone- Peter leaned against his desk and crossed his arms.
"Okay," he said. "I want all of you to listen carefully. I'm going to tell Tony what to do, and if he doesn't listen, it's your job to make sure he does, clear?"
"Crystal, pipsqueak," Clint's voice spilled into the classroom. "What are our orders?"
"Okay. Tony?" Peter asked.
"Hm?" The hero sounded bored.
"I want you to take a shower, and actually wash your hair, because only Odin knows what you've been doing in that lab." Tony grunted in frustration but agreed. "Next," Peter continued, "I want you to eat. Steve, this is where you and Loki come in. You two are the best cooks out of any of us, aside from me, but since I'm not there it's up to you two to cook Tony something other than sugary breakfast food. Make him enough food that not even I could eat it all."
"You got it, boss!" Steve replied, and Peter could practically see him saluting the phone.
"I'll do my best, Spiderling," Loki's suave voice said.
Peter nodded, satisfied. The class was silently freaking out. Peter was ordering around the Avengers?! And gods?!
"Good," Peter was saying. "Tony?"
"What?"
"After you eat, and you best eat all of it, I want you to go to bed. Clint, I want you to hide every single coffee cup, coffee maker, coffee crumb, and coffee creamer in the Tower. Hide every phone, tablet, and computer, too. Tell Jarvis not to listen to anything Tony says until he's slept at least eighteen hours."
"Eighteen hours?!" Tony yelled. "Pete, I thought you loved me!"
"Yeah, I do," Peter grinned, "and as your unofficial, nonbiological, honorary, amazing son, I'm telling you to take a shower, eat some real food, and sleep. Or do I have to call Pepper?"
A triumphant smirk grew on Peter's face when Tony screamed in response,
"NO! NO, DO NOT CALL PEPPER!"
"Are you going to do everything I told you?"
"YES! YES, I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE DON'T CALL PEPPER!"
"Okay," Peter's smirk grew. "Put Steve back on, please."
There was some more crackling, and Steve's voice entered the room once more.
"I don't what kind of magic you worked, Pete," the solder sounded amazed, "but he just ran into the bathroom like he was being chased by a killer animal."
"More like he was being chased by the threat of Pepper," Peter grinned.
"Oh, pipsqueak, you didn't!" Clint shouted over the phone.
"I did," Peter confirmed.
"Whatever you said to him, I'm grateful," Steve said with a chuckle. "You're a special kid, Pete."
"Nah," Peter replied with a fond smile. "This is just what me and Mr. Stark do. We take care of each other."
