Whumptober - 1. Shaky Hands

Whumptober - 1. Shaky Hands

Working on Whump-tober

Peter reaches out and pulls the soldering iron from Tony’s hand, “I can do it.”

“Peter,” Tony sighs, reaching to take it back.

“I can do it,” Peter insists and butts in against the workbench, smiling at the older man, “Really, don’t worry about it.”

Tony backs off and leans on the side of the bench to watch him, curling his right hand into a fist. Fortunately, Peter’s been patient with him over the past few months, but it’s been seventy-five days since the snap, he should be able to use his arm by now.

Peter glances at him and their gazes catch.

“Relax,” the kid tells him, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It /is/ that big of a deal,” Tony says, turning away from him and slamming his fist down on the metal surface, feeling it bend under his hand, “I’m a mechanic, this is my life. If I can’t do this-”

“There are plenty of other things you can do, if this is the end of the line here,” Peter says from behind him and Tony tenses when the hand touches his waist, guiding him back around, “You almost died, you’re lucky to be alive. Come on, your physical recovery has been practically unheard of-”

“It’s not enough.”

Peter sighs and takes Tony’s hand in his, “You’ve just gotta be patient.”

“Yeah?” Tony tests, brows narrowing, “And what if they’re always like this?”

“Then you’ll find a way to fix it,” Peter says confidently, smiling, “You always do. You’ll fix it, Mr. Stark. And if you can’t? You’ll find a way around it.”

Tony has a hard time believing it, but the kid’s optimism is a bit contagious.

“Why do you gotta be so damn positive all the time, kid?” he growls in annoyance, “Anyone ever tell you how /dangerous/ hope is?”

Peter shrugs, “No,” he motions back, “Now can you let me do this? You’re slowing down a process here,” he complains, mimicking Tony’s chiding dad-tone perfectly.

“Fine, fine, solder away,” he flits his hands out, “Don’t let me stop you.”

“I don’t plan to.”

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Oh gosh, ty. That one’s a little more out of context than the first one, and I haven’t finished or posted it anywhere but Patreon, but yeah, it’s coming down the pipeline eventually. I kinda love Dom!Peter in this sense. It’s some good shit.

From that convo about Dom!Peter being younger than Tony…

I wasn’t kidding @ironspiidey, it’s over here. But if anyone wants a quick fix (out of context) on the scene in question, here’s a bit:

“You would never,” Peter assures him, “/You/ would never. Let me treat you, show you what you’ve been missing. And, if you don’t want to risk it in the end, it’s our secret and it stays that way.”

Tony’s eyes have an unfamiliar ache in them, slowly breaking in front of Peter, redness, tears. He can’t say anything, he just nods.

“Oh, baby,” Peter leans up, hands moving over Tony’s stomach and chest as he crowds in close enough to kiss Tony. Their lips meet and it’s so much like the last time. Something Tony never loses is his /fire/, that same fire for doing the right thing is always twisted into each and every kiss they’ve shared. Even the small ones.

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Fanfic - Multiverse Shenanigans

More parts to come, if you guys have an idea for a universe, lmk, but I've got quite a few others in planning, most already written for the higher tier.

Me tries to aim for 500 words for my prompts:

Also me: has just hit 1.35k and I’m only 2/3 of the way through, with no signs of stopping.

Awh, thank you. I love it as well, I’ve written so much for it. Here’s another little snippy I haven’t shared to anyone (this one is from Earth 4, expanded, this is WAAAAY down the line):

Tony sets down the manilla envelope and slides it across the desk before standing from his seat.

He walks around, leaning back against the edge and crossing his arms over his chest, “Warm off the print this morning. It’s official.”

Peter stares up at him, brows lifting like he’s waiting for something else.

“Ah,” Tony loosens his arms once more, taking off the band on his ring finger and setting it down on the rosewood surface, “All for you, baby.”

“No.”

“What?”

Peter stands up from the desk, his fingers tightening around Tony’s tie, “No, you don’t call me that.”

Tony’s eyes widen, “What… do you /want/ me to call you?”

“Daddy.”

Tony lets out a weak moan and leans down to brush their noses together, “All for you, daddy.”

From that convo about Dom!Peter being younger than Tony…

I wasn’t kidding @ironspiidey, it’s over here. But if anyone wants a quick fix (out of context) on the scene in question, here’s a bit:

“You would never,” Peter assures him, “/You/ would never. Let me treat you, show you what you’ve been missing. And, if you don’t want to risk it in the end, it’s our secret and it stays that way.”

Tony’s eyes have an unfamiliar ache in them, slowly breaking in front of Peter, redness, tears. He can’t say anything, he just nods.

“Oh, baby,” Peter leans up, hands moving over Tony’s stomach and chest as he crowds in close enough to kiss Tony. Their lips meet and it’s so much like the last time. Something Tony never loses is his /fire/, that same fire for doing the right thing is always twisted into each and every kiss they’ve shared. Even the small ones.

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