anonymous asked:

Do you do Marvel fanfics? If yes I would love to read about spiderman and ironman being in a father-son like relationship. I love you ! ❤️❤️

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It is, indeed, not my forte but I will have a go, why not?

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Prompt:

Swinging wildly through the city, there was a concert of both cheers and boos, as Peter–everyone's neighborly superhero: Spiderman!–swung with too many things he was carrying.

On one shoulder, his phone–which he tried to push his cheek against to keep it from falling, his spidey-sense letting him know his bag with all his school books was slipping and the zipper getting snagged on his suit.

Scrambling with his feet to keep his books from dropping out of his bag, he fumbled in the air, having to dodge building after building, while finally deciding to end the suffering and just string every article of his around his chest and squirted his string to the back of his phone and slapped it on his cheek.

Finally, he could swing well, "Sorry, Mr. Stark, I didn't quite get that last part-? Woah!" he dodged a speeding train, having not even realized his surroundings. Hanging on to one tethering string, he was being twirled by the momentum he had dodged at, and finally, crashed into an open garbage dump, with large trash bags to–hopefully–cushion his fall. "Offph! Did you say 'outing'?" He stuck his head out of the large green bin as he hit away from banana peels and jumped to get out, having to 'swim' at first to get through the grimey terrain.

"Listen, I don't have a lot to explain to you what a 'Camping trip' is," Tony, on the other hand, had his hands mostly loosen as he kept the phone up by his ear and kissed Pepper on the cheek as she walked by him and turned around to smile at him while he made his way down his multi-billion dollar hallway to work. "Where's my earpiece?" He looked down at a kid with his dad's reporter's pass and pulled it out of his ear as though it was a magic trick. "There it is." He ruffled the kid's hair, clicked a few buttons, then put the device in his ear.

Completely nonchalant in his sarcasm, as usual, he then shook both arms out as though to 'relax' and pressed on with his conversation, adjusting the cuffs on his nice business suits at the ends of his wrists, "But it's what grown men do to let out some steam and–I don't know, Parker–bond?" He waved to a man passing by and then put his hands together, "I'm aware it's your birthday coming up and you and I are going fishing."

Spiderman was now in the jaws of a vicious, mutated, humongous monster as he leaned out of its mouth, the phone still stuck to his cheek as both his hands and arms were keeping it from clamping down on him.

"L-Like a father-son outing, Mr. Stark?" He looked around before gauging he needed a hand… pushing the jaw open with only one hand now he sprayed into its eye and gracefully back-air-swaned out of its mouth. "But what will I wear?"

"Mosquito repellant, and for your skin, definitely any sunscreen higher than what's normally prescribed." Stark was making himself some coffee, picking it up and taking a sip, "Ah~"

Peter's voice answered with a roar of some monster and wind scraping through the microphone it sounded like, "Sunscreen isn't prescribed, Mr. Stark." he flew through the air to swing around the monster.

"It should be." Stark humorously spoke out in a neutral tone, "Now, I'll provide the camping stuff, you just bring your darling self." He smiled, "Oh, and one more thing."

Spiderman had now lassoed the monster in one hand, and with the other, put reins on it as it thrashed around the park. "Yes, Mr. Stark?" He looked around, as though wondering, 'What now!?'

Tony stopped in the hallway, looking straight ahead, "Finish him, already… I'm growing bored." Suddenly, the camera zoomed in to show Stark was watching the news on his glasses, thin holograms that were highlighting Spiderman's fight.

"M-Mr. Stark?" He looked around, having tried hard to disguise the fact that he was busy.

"I appreciate that you love talking to me so much that you wouldn't hang up the phone nor interrupt me." Stark smirked, "So do us all a favor and give us a showman worth rooting for?" He took another big and hard gulp of his coffee, lifting his head up a bit to do so. "You're losing me, kid." He encouraged, as though to give the audience a big 'BANG!' finisher.

Peter paused for a moment as the monster kept rampaging like a bull trying to toss a rider from his back, but he chuckled after realizing that he was aware the whole time, and jumped.

The Monster reared its head up, but Spiderman tied it's rex-like feet to the base of the ground with his webs, then swung up to teether different parts of its body to trees, then tripped it with a long string on the other side as it started to break free. "Timbbberrr!" he cried out as it came crashing down and hit it's jaw on the water-fountain.

Drinking the water… it suddenly started licking, then gulping… before getting up and seeming to grow larger…

"Ahhh, Mr. Stark!" He realized it a bit late.

"It's like one of those dinosaur pills you put in the sink and watch it form from a sponge." Stark commented.

"... What? That was a thing? Was that an old person's childhood toy, sir?" Spiderman stepped back a bit, but tried to keep the trip string and use it to tie its ankles so even though it was growing, it was still down.

"... How dare you." Stark pulled the earpiece off and directly spoke down to it at his comment.

"Bomb it, Peter!" he cried out, as Spiderman leaped towards it's guzzling mouth and sat on it's nose, tossing small spider-bombs into the water as it drank it down, "My Aunt May once had to take care of this pomeranian our neighbors kept, and she would mix it's medicine in with it's food all the time." Peter began to go on a mini-tangent before jumping away and running up the monster's back. "I think this is the same thing expect we're really not trying to help it-!"

"Get out of there, Peter..!" Stark looked out the window, and saw the massive explosion as the guts of the creature sprayed out with water all over his nice building's windows… such was the radius of the blast.

"... I just bought this place." He turned around and spoke into the earpiece again, "You better fish better than you fight."

The two sat in the great outdoors, the chairs very standard with a cooler in between them, and the fishing lines out across the bright, azure lake.

"... You know, Mr. Stark, they say that-" Peter began on a scientific rant about facts ranging from mountains, lakes, and urban legends regarding some of them.

Tony dipped his hat down, sighing as he seemed like he was about to fall asleep rather than tell the boy to pipe down, knowing it was something that made him happy.

However, peeking from under the hat, he saw another huge monster's tail in the water, and without telling Peter about it, immediately shifted his hand to a part of his Iron Man's suit and blasted it.

"Woah-Woah!" Peter scooted back, shocked at the beam. "Mr. Stark! The Fish-!"

Powering down, Tony flexed his arm and pumped it a second to make the Iron Man fist arm go away and convert back to himself. "Crocodile." he stated.

"B… B-But- Mr. Stark," Peter began to protest, "They don't live in waters like this." He looked between the lake and Tony.

Tony put the hat back over his head and leaned his neck back, "What were you saying… about the ecosystem here compared to europe?" He proved he was listening..! And smacked his chops before pulling out a can, popping it, and drinking it down.

Aunt May had told Tony he had never had a real 'guy's trip' before, and she always felt bad that she wasn't much of a hiker, skier,... Heck, even anything on a boat made her woozy.

Hearing that, Tony couldn't be happier than sending a drone out over the lake while Peter was busy, discreetly clicking some buttons on his arm before it flew down into the water, and Tony jumped up to point to Peter's rod.

"Look!" he cried out, "Reel it in, reel it in!" He scrambled to help get Peter to his feet, holding the rod with him as the Drone took the dead monster body, wrapped the fishing line around itself, and began to pull against the pressure.

"Woah! It's a big one, Mr. Stark!" Peter exclaimed, jawgapping as he tried to dig his feet into the ground to keep his catch.

"Must be one of your urban legends, Peter!" Stark summoned out his Ironman arms, "I can't hold him, Peter, we'll need your webslinger!"

"Right!" Peter shot into the lake as Tony pretended to fall back down behind him, and stuck out his tongue as he secretly, playfully, started putting in code.

"Watch out, Peter, hang on to it. We'll cook this one up for Aunt May, she'll see! We'll get a big ol'picture!" He just kept spouting out silly nonsense before the Drone flew half the huge body out of the water.

"Uhhh-aahhh, Mr. Stark, that's not a fish!" He cried out.

"Sure it is." Stark smirked and reached out to grab his can again, drinking some more. "Keep at it, kid, you'll reel it in. Don't worry, you got it."

Shooting out his string, deciding to trust him, he was able to hook it and tied the end of his string around the fishing reel.

They got a pic for Aunt May alright… with two big happy-go-lucky smiles on their faces, openly grinning from ear to ear as they held a secondary monster up out of the water with thumbs up. YT