The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.
Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.
“Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-” Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.
“Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don’t have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such.” Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.
Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.
“I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker.” His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys’ quick inhale of breath.
“Peter. Call me Peter.” He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, “But ah, you’re welcome, D-Doctor.”
And that really shouldn’t sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.
“Well, Peter.” The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.
“Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device.” Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.
“I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum.” Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter’s hand, eyes never leaving the others.
Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.
“Y-yes..” Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn’t leave and he really really didn’t want to embarass himself infront of this man.
“I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-” Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. “Or next week!” Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. “ I wouldn’t want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I’m sure you’re incredibly busy with stuff-”
“Peter.” Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy’s cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter’s attention up due to their difference in height.
“I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here.” And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.
“Yes, please.”
God help him.
no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak
time loop fans when the loop changes slightly
sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong
Prompt:
Tony never visits his parents graves. To many memories.
But one day he was out with Happy, on his Mother's birthday they neared the cemetery where they were buried. And he felt a strong urge to go there.
Even though he hasn't been here since the funeral he knows exactly where to go. Which is a surprise considering how plastered he was for it.
But what he isn't expecting is for someone to be at the tomb stones, cleaning it. Talking a mile a minute as if there was a live person there. Scrubbing and getting some of the grime off the headstone.
" I'll make sure to bring some flowers or plants next time I'm here. I just couldn't pass up the chance to NOT clean your headstone. You would think the grounds keeper would take better care. But since I was already here cleaning up, Uncle Ben's might as well fix you up too. Your son is doing great work, you know that? Course you do. But still I read his latest paper and it's really neat. I wonder if I could tweak some of the"
And that is how Tony met one Peter Parker.
nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
for some reason middle aged comic fans coming on the internet to defend their decision as to why they thought a twelve year old should have died or lived is so funny 😭😭😭
james buchanan barnes they can NEVERRRR make me hate you.
26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her 🩷💜🩵
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