Summary: Tony falls in love again after the death of Pepper. And somehow eventually, the pair of you start calling each other ridiculous nicknames.
WC: 580
Warnings: mentions of character death (pepper) otherwise i think its all fluff?, use of ridiculous pet names
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A/N: inspired by this ask from @nerdgirljen sent March of 2024.
You’d always had a knack for ridiculous nicknames. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist… and your personal punching bag. “Batsy Wannabe” when he tried to brood like a certain other billionaire. “Millionaire Daddy” when he strutted around in his Stark Tower office suits. “Iron-Clad Bod” when he flexed in a mirror and pretended he wasn’t aware of how perfect he was.
And then life changed a little. Pepper was gone—tragically, painfully—and Tony had been trying to figure out how to be a dad to Morgan, a partner to you, and somehow still… Tony. It wasn’t always graceful. It wasn’t always easy. But somehow, in the quiet hours of the night, the three of you found a new routine.
It started innocently enough: late one evening, Morgan had found Muppet videos online. She’d been mesmerized, eyes wide, and Tony, ever the nostalgic genius, had wandered over. You had rolled your eyes at the silliness, expecting to be bored out of your mind, but then Big Bird started singing, and Morgan had squealed, clapping her tiny hands. You had chuckled along, because honestly… it was kind of adorable.
“Okay, fine,” Tony had muttered, perched awkwardly on the couch beside you. “I guess… Sesame Street isn’t terrible.”
You snorted. “Not terrible? Tony, that’s like saying your Iron Man suit is just… ‘kinda okay.’”
He raised an eyebrow. “Hey—my suits are works of art.”
“Sure, sure,” you teased. “But I’m clearly Misses Piggy material.”
Tony blinked. “Wait, what?”
You flopped dramatically into the couch cushions. “I’m Misses Piggy! I demand a crown, a tiara, and my royal spot on this couch. Also, you will address me properly at all times.”
Morgan’s little face lit up. “Misses Piggy!”
Tony froze. Then slowly, he smirked. “You’re impossible. Fine… Misses Piggy.”
And just like that, it stuck.
Over the months, “Misses Piggy” became a running joke, a warm thread in your family’s chaotic tapestry. Tony would mutter it whenever you were being dramatic about the thermostat or refusing to share dessert. Morgan would squeal with delight whenever she heard it. Even video calls with the rest of the team would inevitably include teasing mentions: “How’s Misses Piggy doing today?”
Some nights, you’d all curl up on the couch, blanket forts surrounding you. Morgan would insist Tony read the Sesame Street books in the funny voices, while you orchestrated silly reenactments of skits. Tony, of course, would grumble but indulge you, tossing in little quips: “Misses Piggy, don’t steal my chocolate!” or “Misses Piggy, you can’t put glitter in the Iron Man suit!”
It wasn’t always perfect. There were nights Tony was tired, nights Morgan was fussy, nights the weight of everything felt too much. But even then, in the quiet, silly moments of Sesame Street and chocolate debates, you found your anchor in each other.
Years later, standing at the altar, your heart raced. Tony, looking impossibly handsome in his tux, caught your gaze. He smirked, eyes twinkling with the same mischievous warmth you’d known since the very first “Misses Piggy” declaration.
“You may now kiss… Misses Piggy,” he whispered, leaning close.
You laughed through happy tears, because some things, no matter how small or silly, carried through the years. That ridiculous nickname—born of laughter, love, and quiet moments of joy—was now a permanent part of your story. And as he kissed you, warm, steady, perfect Tony, you knew that, silly as it was, being his Misses Piggy was the greatest honor in the world.
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