Living With the Starks (IronDad Oneshot Book)

Tony has the best kid

Haha, I'm back again with another trope!

Thor was on another visit from Asgard. He was just there to say hi, really, maybe eat everything in Tony's cupboards. Hang around with Bruce.

He wasn't exactly expecting children to be there.

But when he walked into the common room for the first time during his visit, he was surprised to see a teenage boy at the coffee table, writing furiously with papers all around him. There were two empty, coffee-stained mugs amongst the work and he was deeply in focus.

That is, until Thor began walking up to him, bringing attention to himself.

Peter did a double take, letting out a little gasp.

"Ohmygoditsthor."

Thor tilted his head. "Hello, youngling. What is your name?"

Peter took a moment to answer, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Peter— I'm Peter."

Thor nodded. "I am Thor, son of Odin. I hope you'll forgive my intrusion on your studies."

Peter nodded hastily. "It's not problem! It's an honor, sir."

Thor smiled. He rather liked this boy.

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Peter, as smart as he was, was also an oblivious mess.

He could solve equations in the blink of an eye, as well as strategize and react quickly. But sometimes he was also really... dumb.

He'd walk into glass doors when he wasn't paying attention. He'd throw his sandwich on his bed and try to take a bite of his phone.

Je'd grab things he didn't mean to grab, or mess with things he didn't mean to mess with. This is all very important information for later, mind you, but now let's continue our story.

It was an evening at the tower a few days into Thor's arrival.

The team (the members that were currently staying at the tower, anyway) was laughing and joking on the sofas while the television played softly in the background. The New York skyline was lighting up the outside world, which was at a safe distance and separated from them by windows.

The group was talking, lots of the conversation circled around Thor and what was going on back in his homeland.

They didn't really understand half the things he said, but it was nice to see him so enthusiastic.

"-but then again, Rataroskr was always a bit of a jokester."

Rhodey interrupted. "I'm sorry, who are we talking about again, exactly?"

"A magical squirrel," supplied Bucky, who was absently picking at a scab on his arm.

"A magical squirrel? I thought we were talking about an evil lizard," Clint interjected. Natasha was rolling her eyes at him.

"No," Thor corrected, "that's Níðhöggr, and he's a serpent."

"Nidhogg?"

"Níðhöggr."

"Alright, I'm lost," Rhodey said defeatedly, standing up to get a glass of scotch.