Aw really? How can you not like sweet baby Peter? :') and the prompt was gonna be something about how Peter's still a little shaken about Civil War and overwhelmed and not knowing what to do with himself really so Tony comes to visit and ends up tickling him to turn him back into the happy kid he was when they first met <3 ~ sherl
Hope this works for you, babe! And I dunno, I was never a Spiderman girl *shrugs*
“Kid?” a knock and a quick entry, Tony not hesitating.
“M-Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark, hi! Yeah, I was uh, getting some homework done–why don’t you sit– no sorry, haven’t had time to clean up or anything,” the nervous teen bumbled, scratching the back of his head as he seemed to scramble to put haphazard items away.
Tony held up a hand, “Hey, don’t worry about it. So, how’ve you been?”
Peter looked up at his idol and glanced to the spider suit hanging in his closet, “Fine,” was the curt answer.
Tony removed sunglasses he had on and hung them on his shirt collar, “No, you aren’t fine.”
Peter sighed, “Did Aunt May call you?”
Tony gave a slight smile to Peter and the teen groaned and slumped onto his bed, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn’t think she’d annoy you when you have bigger things on your–”
“Peter,” Tony cut off the rambling, “How are you?” he eyed him.
Peter took a second, knowing exactly what Tony was asking about. He looked at the floor and then folded his legs on his bed, his hands, Tony noticed, were shaking.
“How do you…. I mean, how are you?” Peter questioned, “Those were your friends. That-That can’t be easy on anybody.”
“Are my friends,” Tony corrected, sitting himself on the edge of Peter’s bed, “We’re…. going through a rough patch.”
Peter nodded, “Right.”
“Your aunt told me you missed class, and that you’re not focusing in anything you sit through. Granted, high school… that wasn’t for me. But Peter, you have to do better. Because I know you are better–”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have recruited me,” Peter snapped.
Tony let out a breath, not even glancing at Peter, just pondering.
“I-If you knew the amounts of anxiety I get from school alone and now crime fighting and what we did to the others, I….”
“Breathe,” Tony turned his body and rested a hand on Peter’s knee, “Breathe, Peter.”
The teen’s chest began to heave with short breaths, fists clenching.
“I know you can handle this,” Tony said and shrugged his shoulder, “That’s why I recruited you. You’re brilliant. And I suffer from…. heh, you wouldn’t even wanna know what. So don’t ever think you’re alone in this battle. Not the battle’s out there. The ones we face every day within ourselves.”
Peter’s eyes had filled with nervous tears but he wasn’t crying. He took a slow breath and laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark…”
“Wanna know how I get away from all the superhero bullshit?”
“How?” Peter asked, seemingly intrigued, “I thought you never get away from it.”
Tony grinned softly, “Told you you were a smart kid. Well, there’s this game I play with everyone else.”
“Yep. And it’s a total relaxation, happiness-restoring game.”
Peter just looked at the Iron Man, not following quite where he was going with this. But when he felt a curious poke to his side, he jerked.
“Ah! Hey! M-M-Mr. Stark, I think I understand what you’re– haha stop!”
Tony smirked, “You’re not ticklish, are you, Peter?”
“D-Deathly…” Peter swallowed nervously.
“Well, then you’ve already won the game,” Tony announced happily and he wormed his fingers into the agile teen’s sides.
Peter, taken completely by surprise, couldn’t even use his enhanced senses to predict this. Nor do anything to stop it. He was laughing. He hadn’t laughed since before the fight.
“Stahahahap! NahahaHAHAHA THIHIhihis isn’t f-fahahahahair!”
“Life isn’t fair. Neither is school, unfortunately, when you’re as smart as you are,” upon digging into Peter’s ribs, Tony discovered that particular sweet weak spot.
“TOHONY! ACK NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE EEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” Peter arched his back.
Tony grinned, “Spider’s got sensitive ribs.”
“COHOME OHOHOHON! HAHAHAHEHEHE PLEHEHEHEASE! D-DahahaHAHAD!”
Tony knew he didn’t hear mistakenly when those words spilled from Peter’s lips. Fortunately, the teen didn’t even seem to notice, too preoccupied with wrenching Tony’s devious digits off of his hypersensitive ribs.
Tony did take his hands away, “You okay, kiddo?” the name of ‘dad’ still had him slightly stunned but he tried not to let it show.
“Y-Yeahahah…. cahan you never doho that again?” Peter sat up, a much more actual childlike expression gracing his freckled face.
Tony smirked, “No promises,” he stood up, “I should be going, kid. Do you need anything else? Adjustments for the suit?”
Peter shook his head, “No, Mr. Stark–”
“Call me Tony.”
“Tony,” Peter smiled appreciatively, “Thank you. For everything. Get home safe.”
Tony grinned, “Always do. See you later, Peter,” he ruffled Peter’s hair with care before heading out of the tiny bedroom.