New shop owners! Flow the sea slug runs the hats shop, Jelfonso the jellyfish runs the shirt shop, Bisk the spider crab runs the shoe shop, and Sheldon, the horseshoe crab, continues to run the weapons shop. (Now able to skip his weapon blabbering!)
Upon getting dressed, packing my gym bag and nibbling on some apples, I realized I didn’t have my shoes on yet. Needless to say, it’s been a few months since I have worn my gym shoes. Naturally I had a guy feeling to look inside my shoes because I had an experience before with spiders habitating in my shoes. Well, my gut instinct was right…. There was a semi microscopic eight leg freak in my right shoe. I tried beating the fucker out, no use. I took the hose of my vacuum and sucked every inch of my shoe out from the inside. I still have my doubts however that the spider isn’t gone so now I have thrown my shoe into the dryer to hopefully cook the little fucker to death. I actually have motivation to go to they gym and I’m not letting a house spider stop me!
Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a dad Tony fic where the reader is dating Peter before he gets his powers and reader is the only one he tells and the only one who knows and fast forward to when Tony discovers Peter is Spiderman (he knew reader and Peter were together) so he’s shook and discovers you knew all along and just some funny Tony stuff sorry that it is extremely confusing (I got carried away so forgot about grammar)
A/N: Sorry it’s so short! I’m not good at writing funny things lol, so I tried! I hope you like it nonnie :)
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“(Y/n), babe!” You heard, you groan and turn your back towards the phone that was on speaker. Peter called you at 2:38 in the morning, sounding so awake, when you could barely even lift an eye open.
“There– there was a spider!”
“Peter, just grab a shoe and kill it, it’s too early for this.”
“It bit me!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, suddenly awake, “are you feeling anything weird? What kind of spider did it look like? Did it look poisonous?”
“I’m fine, I’m just scared that there’s more spiders and that they’ll crawl into my mouth when I sleep.” You laugh, Peter was always quite scared of spiders, you would think he’d be more traumatized now that he’s got bitten.
“Do you want to come over? So no spiders would get you in your sleep.”
“Will your dad be okay with it?”
“Yeah, I mean, he’s not here right now. Currently out of the country for some business stuff. I think you’ll be fine.”
“Alright, be there in 10.”
You wake up to an empty bed. Propping yourself up to your elbows, you look around the room, half asleep, looking for your boyfriend.
“Peter?” you called.
“Over here,” you heard from above you. You look up and gasp. Peter was hanging upside down on the ceiling.
“Peter!” you whisper yell, “what are you doing up there? And how are you doing that?”
He falls from the ceiling and lands on your bed, you slightly bounced up from his weight.
“I don’t know! I wake up and then suddenly–”
He jumps onto the ceiling and walks down the sides of your walls like a spider.
You look at him confused, and then remembering last night.
“The spider! This is probably some weird side effect or something.”
You spend the day calling him Spider-Man, and he decided that that should be his superhero name. You laughed at the idea, but it stuck, and now he was famous for it.
Peter spent every night swinging across the city, sometimes taking you with him. Showing you around the city of Queens. You never really seen it much, you usually stay home, all day.
Peter would spend the night, or sometimes even day, saving the city. But sometimes, he would have those days where he doesn’t really have anything to do, and end up helping old ladies get around the busy streets.
One day, your dad saw a video of ‘Spider-Man’ stopping a car from hitting a bus with his bare hands. Of course, it got your dad intrigued, he wanted to find out who Spider-Man was and use him to help beat the old Cap in their little feud.
Your dad, the infamous Tony Stark, found out Spider-Man’s identity, by watching surveillance cameras and finding out where he lives.
Knocking on the door of Spider-Man’s apartment, Tony was shocked to see you answer the door.
“Dad?” you both said simultaneously.
“What are you doing here?” you two say again.
“You know who Spider-Man is?” he asked, a blush creeping up your neck.
“Babe, who is it?” Peter asks, walking up behind you to see who’s at the door.
Tony looked at you confused, then at Peter.
“Oh! Mr. Stark! Come in, come in,” Peter yelled, pushing you slightly to the side to open the door wider, letting your dad in.
As Tony makes himself comfortable on the couch, Peter sits by him, smiling widely, trying to be polite.
“So how are you Mr.Stark?”
“I’m… fine. How bout you, Spidey?”
Peter turned a deep shade of red, almost as red as his suit.
“You heard me.”
“Dad!” you interrupted, “seriously, what are you doing here?”
“I came to meet Spider-Man and ask him to join me in Germany.”
Peter and you silently look at each other and back towards your dad.
“Uhh– well– did ya find him?” you ask, trying to not let Peter’s identity be revealed.
Tony gives you a knowingly look, Peter sighing and throwing his hands up in the air.
“All right! All right! I’m… Spider-Man.” He whispered the last part.
“Oh? You don’t say.” Your dad says sarcastically.
“I can’t believe you knew Spider-Man and didn’t tell me!” He yells at you, his eyebrows slanted and his bottom lip pushed out into a pout, making you cringe.
“Ew dad, don’t make that face. And anyways, you never even asked.”
“So you would’ve told him if he asked!” Peter yells at you.
“No! I wouldn’t”
“You wouldn’t?” Your dad says, pressing his hand to his heart and looking really shocked and hurt.
“No– I– I don’t know!” you said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
“I can’t believe you knew all along and never told me,” he said, looking away from you, “I’m shook.”
Peter and your face instantly morphs into a disgusted one, body trembling into a full body cringe, at the sight of your dad trying to act cool.