@thatrandomsomnia I started the fic oops
With Peter being a broke college student, and May having moved to Florida a few months prior for a job promotion, it only made sense for Tony to invite him to live with him and Morgan. It took a lot of convincing; Peter was afraid of imposing on their routine or bothering them with his presence.
Tony assured him that he was absolutely wanted in their home.
“What about Morgan, though? This is her home too.” Peter pointed out.
“I already spoke to her,” Tony brushed off his worries, “In fact, it was her idea.”
Peter bit his lip regretfully. “I can’t afford the rent.”
“Seriously?” Tony glared at him, “In what world would I make you pay rent?”
Peter relented then. In comparison to their past quarrels, he really hadn’t been putting up much of a fight. Admittedly, he was excited to live with the Starks. They were some of his favorite people in the world, and he didn’t get to see them very often.
Tony and Peter stepped into the penthouse with the latter’s meager two boxes of belongings. Tony had scoffed when he’d seen them, and proclaimed that they’d be going shopping some time soon. Peter didn’t bother to protest. Whether he agreed to go shopping or not, Tony would find a way to fill up his wardrobe and drawers.
“Petey!” Morgan slid off of the stool she was perched on and raced towards him, small arms outstretched.
Peter bent down and picked her up, hugging her close and twirling her around. “I missed you, Mo.”
“Guess what happened today?” Morgan wriggled around until he put her down and went back to the counter, on which a piece of paper was laying with a pack of crayons on top.
“What?” Peter exchanged amused looks with Tony, who was watching them with a small smile.
“Ms. Rachel told us we could draw our favorite superhero for the art showcase!” Morgan stood on her tiptoes and snatched her paper from the counter, which she presented to Peter proudly. “I said my favorite was Spider-Man, but Daddy said that wasn’t fair because Spidey was his favorite, too, and we couldn’t have the same one. He wanted me to draw Iron Man.”
“Your daddy just wants to be your favorite,” Peter snorted, heart melting as he took in the blue, red, and gold scribbles, “but I see you found a compromise.”
“Yeah,” Tony sniffed, pretending to be offended, “If she was going to draw you anyway, the least she could do was draw me too.”
“It’s okay, Tony,” Peter consoled, patting his arm, “You’re still my favorite.”
Morgan and Tony sent him identical smiles, and Peter had to take a moment to just take them in. In the time that they hadn’t seen each other, Tony’s hair had grown more specks of gray, while Morgan’s was now a couple of inches longer. They looked happier than last time; Tony’s stress lines were largely gone, and the brightness of Morgan’s eyes were proof of her contentment.
Peter supposed they were both glad that the divorce was over and done with. It had been a stressful period of time for everyone involved. Morgan had been confused and upset, wondering where her mom was going; Tony had been betrayed and in parts relieved; he told Peter later that he’d been thinking about leaving Pepper beforehand, because he could feel his love for her fading, and he hadn’t wanted to string her along.
Pepper’s unfaithfulness had still hurt him, though. Peter didn’t understand how she could ever do something that would jeopardize her place in this family, let alone go behind Tony’s back like that.
“So, what’s this art showcase you mentioned?” Peter asked Morgan curiously, following her into the living room with Tony at his heels.
“It’s on Friday, and the whole school gets to be in it,” Morgan explained, and then her eyes turned pleading, “Will you come, Petey? Please?”
“Yeah, Petey,” Tony sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to him, motioning for Peter to join him, “Will you come?”
“Hm,” Peter pretended to think, tapping his chin and trying not to laugh at the hope on Morgan’s face, “I guess I could spare some time for my favorite Stark.”
Tony perked up. “That’s me, right? I’m your favorite Stark?”
“Daddy,” Morgan scolded, “You can’t be the favorite Stark and the favorite superhero. Pick one.”
Tony looked affronted. “Well, why not?”
“You said that only mean people are greedy,” Morgan said slowly, as if Tony was being particularly stupid, “But you’re not mean.”
Tony put his hands up innocently. “Alright, alright. You can be the favorite Stark, Morguna.”
Morgan beamed and jumped onto the couch in between Tony and Peter, forcing them to move apart and make space for her. Once she was comfortably nestled, she leaned into Peter’s side and stuck out her tongue at Tony teasingly.
Tony rolled his eyes. “I don’t know where you got all that sass from.”
“Oh, you don’t?” Peter asked dubiously.
“No one asked you, Parker,” Tony scowled, but the mirth in his eyes gave away that he was just as amused as the other two.
“What are we having for dinner?” Morgan asked her dad, swinging her legs where they were hanging over the edge of the couch.
“Anything you want,” Tony shrugged, before glancing at Peter, “Maybe we should go out somewhere and celebrate that Pete moved in with us.”
“McDonald’s?” Morgan pitched buoyantly.
“We just had that last week.” Tony shook his head.
“We can have it again…” Morgan trailed off suggestively.
Peter cut in then. “How about we cook something? I’m too tired to go out, anyway.”
“Pete,” Tony sent him a disbelieving look, “There’s no way you forgot how horrible I am at cooking.”
“And I had Aunt May to teach me,” Peter said pointedly, “It’s not like I’m any better.”
“I wanna cook with Petey,” Morgan hopped into the conversation, immediately changing her mind about McDonald’s.
“You two are always going to gang up on me, aren’t you?” Tony asked flatly.
Peter dodged the question and said, “It’ll be fun, Tony, come on. And we can all bond as new roommates.”
Tony rolled his eyes but agreed, and off they went to the kitchen. They figured they’d try something simple for their first time, and decided to make some spaghetti. Morgan pulled a silver pot out of the cabinet while Tony withdrew the packs of spaghetti. Peter hovered near the doorway until Tony pulled him inside, not quite ready to prance around the kitchen as if he owned it.
“You live here now,” Tony murmured, deliberately out of Morgan’s earshot, “You’re going to have to start getting comfortable.”
“Daddy?” Morgan called, eyes trained on the boxes in his hands, “Why’d you take so many?”
Tony set them on the counter with a quiet rattle. “Remember how I said Peter needs to eat a lot so he can be strong when he goes out as Spider-Man?”
“Oh, yeah.” Morgan nodded and pulled open the doors to the fridge, rummaging around until she found a green apple that she pressed into Peter’s hand, “Eat, Petey. You gotta be strong.”
“Thank you, Mo.” Peter grinned and bit into the apple, wincing slightly at the overwhelmingly sour taste.
They joined Tony in front of the stove, watching the water in the pot slowly boil. The three tore open the packages while they waited and, once the water was ready, let Morgan snap the long strands of spaghetti in half and drop them into the pot.
They all stared at the spaghetti silently until Peter spoke up. “Should we mix it? I think it’s clumping together.”
“No,” Tony said uncertainly, “I think that’s part of the process.”
“But then it’ll all be stuck.” Morgan piped up.
“You’re absolutely right, hon, let’s mix it.” Tony picked up his spatula and poked the food.
“Tony, you’re helpless,” Peter groaned and took the spatula from him, moving the spaghetti around the bowl and getting it to break apart a little.
“I feel like we’re forgetting something.” Tony said five minutes later.
Peter shrugged and turned off the fire. He grabbed the plates Tony held up for him and served them all big balls of spaghetti. Morgan scrutinized hers in fascination, and tried to pry it apart. It started breaking in her hands, and Tony quickly stopped her before she could do any further damage.
“Maybe you were right,” Peter acknowledged reluctantly, “McDonald’s would’ve been better than this slime ball of noodles.”
“It’s not so bad,” Tony tried to lie, placing a forkful of the unseasoned meal into his mouth, “but I did figure out what we’re missing.”
“It’s okay, Petey,” Morgan said through her mouthful, ignoring Tony’s reminder to chew, “Daddy cooks way worse than you.”
“Objection, your Honor!” Tony gasped, lips twitching when it made Peter laugh.
Morgan continued talking, “I’m glad you live with us now.”
“Me too,” Peter smiled warmly. Sure, their first meal together had failed, and it was probably his fault. But the whole point was that they were together now. “I think this is going to be really fun.”
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