Living With the Starks (IronDad Oneshot Book)

You Deserve It

This is just pure Irondad Fluff and Happy Times bc I know we're all suckers for it.

Peter sat on his bed, looking out the plexiglass window wall at New York. The view never got old, especially in the mornings. People rushing to get around as the sunlight shines between the cracks of the glistening glass buildings. He could never get this view from his apartment in Queens.

A knock on his door made his head snap away from the view.

"Hey, kid, can I come in?" Mr. Stark's voice asked.

"Yeah, come in."

Tony walked in to find Peter sitting on his bed in pajamas with his legs crossed.

"What's up?" Peter asked, looking at Mr. Stark happily.

Tony cocked an eyebrow and sat on the edge of the bed. "You really thought you could get away with this, huh?"

Peter internally panicked. "What? No-no. I mean, get away with what?"

"Just because you didn't tell me doesn't mean I didn't already know."

"Know what?" Peter knew it was hopeless, but he tried anyway.

"Get dressed, we're going out. I'm not letting you just sit at home all day."

"But I don't-"

"Nope, you and I, right now. Get dressed, come get some breakfast, then we're off. I've got some ideas." With that, Tony turned and left the room.

With a sigh, Peter climbed out of bed and went to his dresser. He pulled on some jeans and a science t-shirt, then walked out into the hall.

That smell... I know that smell...

Upon walking into the kitchen, Peter was met with a sight that made him smile. There on the counter was a large stack of pancakes and a little card.

I had Steve make these because I can't cook for shit, but they're from me. Happy birthday, Underoos. Let's start the day. Come up to the roof when you're done.

Peter, grinning to himself ridiculously, sat down and began on the pancakes. And oh, were they amazing. Steve was a great chef.

After finishing an ungodly amount of pancakes (for someone without enhanced metabolism, that is), Peter made sure his phone was in this pocket and walked up to a window.

"FRIDAY, open window 18 in the penthouse."

The window slid open, and Peter jumped out the 93rd story. He loved doing that, is was such a rush. He turned himself so he was facing the quickly shrinking roof, and shot a web from his watch. Tony had made him a watch that held his entire suit, so it held web slingers in it too.

Peter pulled himself up and eventually stuck to the wall. Sure, he could've just wall-crawled from the start, but where was the fun in that?

He pulled himself to a standing position on the roof. "Hey, Mr- Tony."

Tony turned, his hair being blown around by his helicopter's whirring blades. "You could just use the door, you know," he said, gesturing to the door that led to the roof from the penthouse.

"That's boring when you're Spideman," Peter explained. He turned his attention to the helicopter. "What's that for?"

"You and I are going for a ride." Tony was already climbing into the giant aircraft.

Peter, amused, followed suit. He was still a little embarrassed that he'd tried to hide his birthday from his mentor, but he knew that Tony would have no regrets about celebrating. The dude was a billionaire, he could do what he wanted.