Chicken Noodle Soup
Requested By: Both Anonymous
Hey :) How about a Peter X Tony sickfic ?☺️ That would be wonderful xxx
Helluu, a fanfiction where tony stark is sick and Peter cares about him. That’ll be great💚💙💜
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark (Dad goals af)
Description: Where Tony gets sick and Peter takes care of him with an endless amount of Chicken Noodle Soup.
Warnings: It’s really cute, slight swearing, and Tony is dad goals to Peter but we already knew that !!!
Word Count: 2,196
A/N: I hope you don’t mind, I added the reader into this also because I though it made the story flow a lot better and it was easier to write it that way :)) So therefore, I kinda changed the request up a bit, but it’s still so funny. Enjoy!
Incoming Call From: Y/N
“Shit, nononono end call, end call.” Peter whisper yelled, but he was too late, up on the screen came Y/N, and beside her was Tony.
“Mr. Parker!” Tony spoke casually, taking his glasses off nonchalantly, as you sat next to him.
“Sorry Peter, he took my phone since you wouldn’t answer his call.” You shrugged, picking at your nail polish as Tony rolled his eyes.
“Yes, next time, answer my call. Anyways I needed to talk to you.” Tony coughed, making you scoot away from him as Peter was cautiously looking around him.
The boat soon blew its horn, making Tony’s eyes widen and his eyebrows raise in curiosity.
“What was that? Where are you?” Tony questioned skeptically, making Peter nervously swallow as he glanced around and saw the bad guys meeting.
“I-I’m at band practice.” Peter nervously responded, but Tony wasn’t having it.
“That’s strange, Happy told me you quit band practice two weeks ago..” He trailed off, looking into the screen as Peter’s eyes widened.
“Yeah well, I gotta go, end call!” Peter shouted, before flying off the side and interrupting the bad guys meeting.
“Hey guys, am I late?” He asked casually, as the bad guys whipped their guns out to shoot him.
You on the other hand were stuck in the car with an angry Tony Stark, making you groan.
“He’s doing some stupid shit isn’t he?” You asked, making Tony nod his head and instantly call someone on his phone.
“Like usual, I’ll probably have to fix his mess.” Tony groaned, rubbing his forehead.
“Not to be rude or anything Mr. Stark, but you aren’t looking so good, are you okay?” You questioned, noticing how pale he had gotten and how he was starting to sweat a little bit.
“I think I’m coming down with something, Cap probably gave me it knowing him.” Tony rolled his eyes, as you did your best to hide your laugh.
You both soon arrived back at the Avengers compound, Tony flying off to save Peter’s ass like usual.
You on the other hand were watching the news, seeing a boat had been cut in half and was sinking in the middle of the ocean, and sure enough there was Peter, trying to save the day, before Tony flew in, fixing the ship.
He was so dead.
You eventually went to bed, you heard them both arrive late in the morning, around three am, Peter was being scolded by Tony, probably for the millionth time.
You decided to find out more in the morning.
Bright light soon shone through your window, making you cover your eyes before you forcefully made yourself get out of bed, going to get your morning cup of tea.
You spotted Peter sitting at the table, a distraught look on his face as he pushed his food around on his plate.
“Morning Spidey.” You smiled, making his head snap up at your voice, his eyes narrowing at you.
“It’s Peter, you know that.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes slightly, someone was in a mood.
“You know, if you want to be in a bitchy mood, you can go somewhere else.” You suggested, putting the tea bag in the hot water.
Peter groaned, covering his face before letting out a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that.” He glanced over at you, as you gave a slight nod in response.
“I know, I saw what happened, but just because it did, doesn’t mean you should take your frustration and anger out on others alright?” You sat down at the table, pressing your spoon against the tea bag.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, I’m just annoyed that Mr. Stark doesn’t trust me enough. He took my suit.” Peter sighed sadly, as you listened carefully.
“Well, you’re still great without it Peter, we all know that, I’m positive Tony knows that too.” You hummed, taking a sip of your tea, which was delicious by the way.
“I know something you can do, to make up for what you did, it’s not going to fix things instantly, but it should help bump you up.” You offered, making his face light up a bit.
“Tony is sick, and I have to leave, therefore, that leaves you, I bet if you help take care of him, you’ll work some magic.” You smiled, motioning towards the cans of soup.
Peter nodded, getting up and looking at all the different types of soup.
“Since that’s settled, I gotta go, see ya later.” You waved, before exiting to your room, and getting ready.
Peter on the other hand was still looking over all the soups, there were so many choices, and he had no clue which soup Tony liked.
He eventually decided on Chicken Noodle Soup, one of his favorites that his Aunt May would make him when he was sick.
He put it in a bowl, heating it up, before putting it on a tray with a glass of orange juice, before walking to Tony’s room.
He hesitantly knocked on the door, hearing a ’come in!’ before he entered, seeing Tony laying in bed, tissues scattering the area.
“Parker, what are you doing here?” Tony wheezed out, before coughing and groaning.
“I brought you some soup, y-you know to help you f-feel better.” He responded nervously, wanting this to be a start to a recovery.
“Oh, thank you.” Tony replied, sitting up as Peter placed the tray in his lap.
“It’s Chicken Noodle.” Peter smiled, proud of himself as Tony gave an approval nod as he ate the soup.
“Thank you Parker, this was really generous of you.” Tony smiled slightly, before laying back down.
“Everyone kinda left, so I’ll be here if you need anything.” Peter offered, as Tony nodded, before exiting the room.
As Peter walked down the hallway, he gave fist bump to the air, it was already working.
A few hours passed and Peter had given Tony some medicine, some more orange juice, and lots of Chicken Noodle Soup.
Peter was now in the kitchen once again, making another can of Chicken Noodle Soup, a grin on his face.
In a way, Tony was a father figure to him, he was someone that actually saw something in him, and it meant a lot.
Therefore, all the soup making and orange juice giving, it was like he was taking care of his own dad, something he never thought he’d ever do in his life.
“Knock knock!” Peter spoke through the door, as Tony allowed him in.
“Parker, let me guess, Chicken Noodle Soup?” Tony rolled his eyes playfully, a small grin on his face as Peter laughed, handing him the tray once again.
“How’d you know? It’s the special soup of the day!” Peter joked, making Tony laugh slightly.
Although Peter had made a lot of destruction in the past twenty-four hours, Tony was glad Peter was there to help take care of him, sure there was a lot of soup, like A LOT, but Peter was willing to look past everything, and so was Tony.
“You know, kid, I really appreciate you doing this, you didn’t have to.” Tony spoke up before Peter left, making him stop dead in his tracks.
“I know, but, I mean, you mean, you know?” Peter stammered, unable to find the right words, making Tony nod in understanding.
“I know.” Tony smiled, making Peter smile back before leaving his room, the smile never leaving his face.
Tony on the other hand, was having his sixth can of Chicken Noodle Soup, secretly praying he’d be feeling better tomorrow before he became a Chicken Noodle himself.
Eventually everyone returned back to the compound, checking in on Tony, before heading to bed.
Peter did the same, but not before giving Tony some orange juice, then heading to bed.
The night went by fairly quick, surprising Peter as he woke up to the smell of bacon cooking.
He stumbled out of bed, seeing Tony cooking breakfast, something that he wasn’t used to.
“Mr. Stark, you’re feeling better.” Peter spoke, as Tony gave a small smile, nodding at him.
“Indeed I am, please, sit.” He motioned to the table, where Peter sat down, unsure of what was happening.
“You know, being sick, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I’ve decided to give you your suit back, I know you were just doing what you thought was right, and when I was your age, I would of done the same thing.” Tony explained as Peter listened intently, playing with his fingers anxiously.
“Thank you Mr. Stark, I won’t let you down again, I promise.” Peter swore, making Tony chuckle as he put some food down on a plate and gave it to Peter, who was a bit shocked.
“I know you won’t, eat up kid, big day ahead of us.” Tony winked, making Peter’s smile widen, before he dove into the breakfast, which was amazing.
Tony soon left the kitchen, going to get ready himself, as Peter sat there eating his food, his heart racing with excitement.
He got his suit back, Tony wasn’t disappointed in him, he was proud of him.
“Hey Spidey, or should I say Peter?” You asked, walking into the kitchen, starling Peter, before a smile broke out on his face.
“Hey Y/N, your plan worked by the way, so thank you.” Peter smiled, making you grin, nodding in approval.
“I told you it would, Tony is a sucker for soup.” You laughed, once again making your cup of tea before joining Peter at the table.
“So you got the suit back?” You questioned, sipping your tea as Peter nodded in response.
“Yeah, I think I’m going on a mission in a few, Mr. Stark even made me breakfast.” Peter grinned, bragging to you, making you laugh slightly.
“Congratulations, you must feel very special.” You teased, making him blush slightly.
“You know, I couldn’t help but notice every time I see you, you’re drinking tea?” He commented, making you raise your eyebrows slightly.
“Sore throat, helps ease it.” You responded vaguely, watching Peter carefully as he processed what you said, his eyes widening.
“Oh my god, you’re sick! You’re the guilty one!” Peter whisper shouted, a smile on his face as you sipped your tea again.
“Shhh he doesn’t need to know.” You laughed, as Peter laughed with you, however Tony soon found out it was you and not Cap.
“Hey Y/N, I have someone that wants to see you!” Tony smiled wickedly, making your eyebrows raise slightly, you weren’t allowed to leave your room now since he’d discovered you were the one that had gotten him sick.
Therefore, this was Tony’s punishment to you.
“THe SoUP oF ThE DaY iS ChIcKEN NoOdLE!”