#lee!peter

If you asked Peter about what happens in the Stark Tower over the weekend he truly wouldn't be able to give you a straight answer. It's not that he wouldn't like to give someone an answer, it was just that the weekend was always a surpise package. Sometimes he would train with the other Avengers, other days he wasn't there to whitness the happenings, somedays he would work with Tony on projects and every now and again it was a pure game and chill weekend...

This weekend wasn't supposed to be any of that but..

He had been working on a new formula for his web fluids, seated on the couch with both legs tucked to his body. His hands were flying over the keyboard with unpracticed ease as he ignored his surroundings. He didn't mind Sam bickering with Bucky, or Steve cutting in every now again to scold them for not watching the movie they had picked out together. Nor did he mind the occasinal side eye from Clint who leaned over to silently check out his progress like a curious hamster. And he certianly didn't mind Fridays announcement.

Wait

His head snapped up when everyone looked at him „Uh.. sorry what was that Friday?“ he asked, craining his head to the ceiling and tearing his eyes from his screen for the first time the past hour.

„The Boss requests your assistance in the lab“ Friday repeated steadily but Peter could've sworn if the Ai could sound amused she definitely would be. It wasn't every day that he just wouldn't pay attention to anything and zone out into his work.. With his senses dialled to 11 it was a task almost impossible to accomplish, still sometimes miracles like today happened.

Peter saved his work, promptly jumping to his feet „Coming“ .. he sent a short wave to the others before vanishing in the hall.

The elevator ride was silent, but his thoughts were everything but.

Tony had cancelled their weekly lab time after school a few days ago because he was moving things around a little to „fit a new adittion“ to it. Whatever his mentor had meant by that..

A chime and his feet automatically moved into the forespace that parted the lab from the outside. Through the glass he could see Tony standing over a display of a new spidersuit and a spark of exitement shot through him. He sped up and jogged a little way before walking through the door „Mister Stark“ he greeted lightly as he announced his presence to his Mentor. „Hey Pete“ Tony greeted and his eyes fell to him ever so shortly before he took a step backwards from his work space and made the small hologarmm bigger.

„what do you think?“ he asked with a cheeky smile.

Peter grinned, a twinkle in his eyes already speaking for him before he had even opened his mouth „Looks great Mister Stark.“ „Glad you like it kid, though i've ran into a few issues that we need to look into“ Peter raised an eyebrow, watching as Tony moved a few screens out of the way. „We already talked about this a few days ago, but your stickiness only works if the material is thin enough.“ „so we need to test how thick the material can be?“ Peter finished for his mentor who gave an affirmative nod. „How are we going to do that?“ „hm, come sit Pete.“ Tony said as he walked past a table, tapping it's surface with two fingers. The younger followed the order, eyeing the table. It was huge, he could lay down on it and roll around without issue, sure his legs would be hanging off partly, but still..

His eyes moved to a box almsot overflowing with different fabrics.

„We'll use the differnt fabrics and place them between your fingers and this metal sheet.“ Tony said, catching the attention of his trainee as he walked back with the thin sheet in hand. The sheet was shimmering in the lab lights as its smooth surface refelcted it ever so slightly. Peter took it as Tony handed it to him „I want to test both your hands and your feet, just in case they end up having differencies we don't know about“ Peter nodded, that sounded logical. His feet would obviously always have more tracktion but who knew if the hairs there worked just like the ones on his hands..

„Do you think we could see that under a microscope?“

The question had tumbled out of his mouth before he had even properly registered the thought. Tony stared at him, the bafflement on his face made Peter recoil sligthly „I-I meant like hypothetically! N-not like- y'know- gosh that- i..“ an amused chuckle cut Peters fumbling off and Tony moved closer to him with a chair.

„We could, yes“ Tony mused, looking up ever so slightly to see Peters full face. „But I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be comfortable for you.“ Peter grimaced.. yeah laying under a microscope was probably not the nicest place to lay down under. „Plus, I seriously doubt it'll be of any major importance“ „hmm..“ „Of course if you're curious I can-“ „nOOooo!“ Peter interrupted, shaking his hands in front of him and his head violently to make his position incredibly clear to his mentor who seemed all too amused with his outburst. „It's fine, you're right! Plus it's not that interesting“ He laughed nervously, as he held the back of his head.

Tony tilted his head, „No? You sounded pretty interested a minute ago.“ „mister staaaark..“ „heh, okay, alright“ his mentor soothed and leaned over to grab a piece of fabric. „Let's start from the thinnest and work our way up.“ he offered the cloth to Peter who held his hand out to grab it. „so i just put it over it?“ he asked, referencing to the metal sheet in his other hand. „Pretty much, yes.“

Peter nodded, doing as told. He fit the fabric perfectly over the metal before placing his hand onto it and letting go with the other. Tony hummed, „try shaking your hand a little.“ he urged, eyes fixated on the connection between his fingers and the two items. When he shook it, a tingle of cold rushed down his palm and through his lower arm but it didn't drop. „That felt weird..“ Peter commented and took the sheets away. „Oh? How so?“ his mentor asked, his eyes locking on Peter. „Well.. it was like.. I just felt the air flow a lot better?“ he fumbled out and frowned „I guess it was like ice went down one of my nerves?“

Tony nodded „That'd make sense, your senses are dialled up significantly and the airflow is getting condensed through the gaps between your fingers“ he murmured before turning to a screen, „We'll definitely need a fabric that's warm enough for you to swing in.“ Peter eyed the fabrics next to them, that probably already divided the number of fabrics tested by two if they left out the cooler ones.

Peter grabbed the next fabric, prepping it as his mentor murmured to himself about possible improvements.

Slowly they made two piles, one that definitely didn't work and one that worked just fine.

„Alright, that was the last one. Do you need a break or can we continue?“ Tony asked as he dotted down the last few notes on his screen. Peter shook his head „We can continue“ „Then take off one of your shoes and socks please.“

Once Peter had gotten to that he found himself wrangling the fabric and the metal sheet under his foot. Tony sniggered at the sight of his trainee's rather clumsy attempts „what?“ Peter huffed, his supposedly annoyed tone getting overshadowed by his tale telling smile. „Here, let me help“ Tony offered and slid over, letting Peter drop the fabric and the metal sheet into his hands. „Ugh, I can't believe this..“ Peter groaned dramatically which gained a soft grin from his mentor. „stick to it webs.“ Tony huffed and squeezed the ankle slightly when Peter didn't latch onto the items right away „alright alright!“ the boy barked a laugh and let the experiments continue. He shook his foot and hummed „It feels like I can stick to them a lot better“ he commented, looking at Tony who nodded „that's good to know“ he said and caught peters foot again, trying to take the items from the foot, raising an eyebrow when Peter didn't let go.

„Pete?“ he asked and looked up at his trainee. The male looked at him with an almost too innocent face „what?“ „Let go.“ „I'm not holding anything.“ the teen mused, raising his hands. Tony raised an eyebrow but a smile etched itself onto his features „Sure kid, let go.“ he urged again, this time emphasised by a soft scribble to the top of the foot.

Peter gasped and flinched back with a panicked giggle „Hey!“

Tony's head snapped up at the reaction, not out of fear that he had hurt him but more out of the curiosity on why his trainee had reacted that way. „What was that?“ Peter shrugged „what was what?“

Smooth.

Tony squinted at him. „This..“ Peter squeaked and moved his leg underneath himself before Tony could even touch him and surprised by the reaction he studied the boy's features. Redded cheeks.. giddy smile and an anxious shimmer in his eyes. Tony hummed in amusement and Peter could only watch as a mischievious grin formed on his mentors face. „Right, let's continue.“

With noticable hesitation did the boy place his foot back into his mentors lap and Tony continued as usual until Peter felt himself in the clear... that's when he struck. „Ned told me something interesting yesTEHEHheHE-!“ Peter curled up in a heap at the sudden scribbles under his soles, tugging at his leg. „MIHiHIHIsTER STAHARK!“ he screeched through his hysterical laughter, shaking his head. Tony hummed „Would you like to tell me something Peter?“ he let up and let his trainee catch his breath. The male giggled loopsidedly and shook his head „Nohot reheally..“ Tony sniggered and rolled his eyes while patting the boys shin „You're aware that we'll need to test this right?“

Even to Tony himself he didn't sound serious and Peter clearly clocked it as well as his shocked glance was replaced with a playful one in an instant. „Oh yeah?“ he mused and tilted his head „Maybe if you can catch me!“ he exclaimed but yelped when Tony almost immediately grabbed him by his leg and pushed his chest to the table, followed by his hand squeezing his tigh while the other pinned the boys shoudler firmly to the table. „WohOhah! Mister- STAHARK!“ the boy yelped and kicked. Tony shook his head „Careful there! Don't kick me!“ he mused and looked at the boy who was flailing around with his hands, unsure if he wanted to fight and sit up, cover his face, try grabbing at his mentor or hit the table. „My, my Pete, don't tell me you're this ticklish everywhere“ The boy in question whined, cheeks blossoming in a red hue. Tony clearly seemed to notice as the grin turned to a smirk „I don't believe that... what would you rate this spot?“ „NoHohothing!“

„Nothing?“ Tony echoed curiously and hummed in mock ignorance „I don't know.. you're reacting quite a bit for it to be nothing..“ he shurgged „Well, guess i'll have to take measures into my own hands.“ „Ahactually mihister staHARK! HEHEY!“ the boy bucked when the hand moved to his hips, one squeeze there, then a squeeze on the other side, then a scribble on his waist. Peter squeaked at the last one and squeezed his eyes shut „MOHoHOhohove Spohots!“ he called out. Gosh he may only have been giggling but the touch at his waist had him reeling back at how much it tickled. „What? Why? I rather like this spot..“ Tony said, emphasising his statement with soft scriblles there „I don't think i've ever heard you giggle like this, you should do it more often“. Peter's ears flushed, not ony at what Tony had just said but also at his own giggles. They were highpitched and all over the place until the first hiccup preppred into them. „What was that? Think you can do that again?“ he sniggerd which earned antoher whine from the boy „Okay, okay haha“

Peter's body jumped again, the hands slowly trailed over his sides and his stomach, the distance they made was impeccably slow but the movement was quick, sending aftershocks through his spine. The funny feeling had him continously writher under Tony's fingers, and then they lifted.

Nothing happened for a good few seconds and Peter opened his eyes, regretting it immediately as the hands hovered over him „mihihister stahahark cohome on, we arent even through the farbics yehet“ he tried to reason but all reason seemed to just bounce off of the other. „hmm, we aren't through this test yet either.“ he mused and tilted his head „It'd be pretty bad if someone found out about this“ he shook his head dramtically with an almost comical worried expression.

Peter growled playfully „As if someone ever would.“ Tony raised an eyebrow „I did,“ he said as he let his hands drop. Peter screeched and sat up slightly, grabbing onto both hands... when had Tony let him go? Didn't matter! The older smirked, hands having faked the teen out and were now hovering even closer. Anticipating giggles left Peters lips and he groaned, falling back „Just do it!“ he squeaked „Your wish is my command“ „WAIT NO-HA!“

Peter bucked and kicked out, Tony that bastard hadn't gone back to his stomach, no. He had buried his hands in the hollows of Peters poor armpits. The boy threw his head back, hysterical, bubbly laughter filled the lab. Tony sniggered as he watched Peter flail and buck like a fish out of water, „You're way too ticklish for your own good bambino.“ The Peter wheezed followed by a wave of loud laughter „AHAM NOHOT!“ „Sure are, here look, if I do this..“ the hand scribbled at his waist, „NahahHAO!“ „You start giggling... or If i go here..:“ he squeezed his thigh making peter kick out like a puppy „You start getting violent“ Tony said, his voice practically dripping with playfulness. „ThAHAt'S YouHUhuHUR FAHAULT!“ Peter exclaimed which gained him a 'scolding' glance „Don't patronize the tickle monster Peter“ The boy barked a laugh and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a second which proved to be a mistake as tony used it to get back to his unportected armpits „And here you turn into a fish out of water!“ Tony grinned, he wondered if the boy had even heard him under his boistrous laughter but he figured the boy knew what he'd say..

„OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY! MIHISTER STAHARK!“ The male sniggered and finally let up „you okay Pete?“ the boy in question curled up and groaned „Youhu're ruthless!“ a snort broke through Peters giggles, making him look at Tony who had a shimmer of adoration in his eyes „Didn't go too far though did I?“ Peter shook his head „I'm fineee. If I had wanted to I could've stopped you.“

Tony stared at him for a second „So you liked it?“ „WHAT?!“ Peter exclaimed and sat up in a frenzy „I never said that!“ he squeaked and Tony raised an unbelieving eyebrow „Right, and your ears are totally agreeing to your claim.“ Peter spluttered and covered them „they have nothing to do with this!“ „Heh, sure.“ „Mister Stark!“ Peter yelped and jumped form the table to follow the genius „Mhm, let's dot some things down and then take a break.“ Peter huffed at the statement and crossed his arms. Tony, without looking poked his side, making him giggle and flinch „Stop“ Tony sniggerd „Alright one more thing“ he mused and looked at Peter, waiting for permission.

Peter huffed, „Fine.“ Tony lit up and hugged Peter close „You can be so adorable“ „I am no such thiHiHihehehe!“ Peter broke down in hightpitched giggles, shoulders jumping to protect his ears and neck from the nuzzle. Tony smirked down at him „sure whatever you say...“

It was storming outside, hail clattered against the windows of cars and houses, raindrops fell like someone was dumping buckets of water onto earth and the wind changed the direction of it all every few minutes.

Peter watched in silence as the white pieces fell past the huge windows of the 100th floor of SI. He watched the clouds that sometimes lit up which was followed by crackling thunder.

It was loud, sure. Being so close to the clouds and roof; things always sounded a little louder but the soundproofed walls gave a bit of relief to it all.

The thunder could be unsettling after awhile.. you’d think he’d have gotten used to his sensibilities by now but in truth it wasn’t something that he could just ignore.

His mind wandered as he watched the spectacle, Thor and Loki were currently in the tower..

Thinking of Thor and Loki, where were they anyways? His eyes lifted and flew over the rather quiet common room.

Steve and Bucky were watching TV on the couch, Natasha and Tony sat by the table, the billionaire busy with something on his hologram while the super spy was halfheartedly watching the Tv.

“Where are Loki and Thor?” He asked as his feet took him towards the table. His voice seemed weirdly loud.. It felt almost criminal to disturb the silence.

Natasha looked at him „Probably training while the training room isn’t occupied“ Tony looked up as well „Yeah, pretty sure point break and reindeer games are trying to get along a little better.“ he stated in a bored tone, probably having heard the two gods bickering earlier today.

If Tony didn’t hear them Peter was positive Friday warned him about it.

„Alright I’ll go have a look then.“ „yep, don’t get between them Pete!“ Steve called after him wich earned him a chuckle and a two finger salute „Sure thing captn‘!“ he called before turning around, putting his hands into his pockets and heading off towards the training room.

He was two corners away from his destination when he already heard bickering. Peter chuckled, how can two gods bicker so much? They’ve been at it for hours!

„THOR! Let me down this instant!“ „Brother, stop struggling already or we won’t be able to do get help!“

Peter’s curiosity instantly spiked and he jogged the last steps, head poking into the room.

Sure enough he saw Thor holding Loki up, ready to throw while the younger squirmed uselessly.

„You will not throw me you insolent oaf!“ Loki yelled before getting tossed onto the mats, taking out the smaller ones that were standing up mere seconds before.

„I still hate it.“ Loki grumbled as he sat up. „I find it rather amusing.“ Thor grinned at his brother who sent him a dirty look „no it is not. It’s humiliating.“

Peter sniggered, earning their immediate attention. „Little spider!“ Thor grinned happily „hey kid.“

„heya! That was an awesome move!“ he grinned as he walked in, his grin widened when he saw Loki roll his eyes.

„Indeed! I am glad you’ve decided to join us on the matter! Loki doesn’t seem to be on the same page as us..“ Thor grinned and eyed Loki shortly. Peter nodded animatedly „can you show me? The whole move I mean?“

„I am not doing that again.“ Loki growled at his brother who was already looking at him with expectancy and a playful grin. The boy huffed „aw, why not? It’s such an awesome move!“ he gushed.

Loki squinted at him, seemingly trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then his eyes caught Thors and he saw his own mischief twinkle right back at him.

Peter was about to ask something else only to gasp when Thor picked him up by sneaking under his arm „Let’s reenact the move together then litte spider!” He grinned.

The boy however could only huff. His feet were slightly off the ground and no matter how far he tried to bend his feet for his toes to reach the ground it just wasn’t enough.

With slight shock and bit of embarrassment he came to realise that was hanging there like a slack sack of potatoes.

An awkward slack sack of potatoes.

He was halfheartedly hanging over Thors neck and slightly his shoulder. The gods hand supported him by the ribs and the other held the arm that was draped over him.

Peter huffed at his predicament “can you lower me slightly? Please?” Loki sniggered at his question and shook his head as he stood up “Don’t worry Peter, it’ll get better” he reassured.

Peter did not feel reassured. The playful gleam in the tricksters eyes and the sly grin did nothing to reassure him- in fact his nerves lit up instantly and he shook his head. “No I’m su-HURE!”

The boy was interrupted by his own squeak and jump when the strong hand squeezed the spot by his ribs and he snapped to look at Thor with wide eyes and a betrayed glare. The god however just grinned down at him and winked.

Peter blushed- they were not actually about to team up on him after bickering the whole day through! Right!?

Peter heard the tricksters dark laugh rumble through his chest- if he wouldn’t have super hearing he’d only see him holding back his amusement.

“You have to stay committed little spider!” Thor announced happily as he nudged Peter’s ribs again, this time with a lot more intent as his knuckles rushed past his ribs.

Peter sputtered a laugh and he forced his legs up quickly to try and curl up. Loki grinned and shared an amused glance with Thor. “ahAhaha! nOhO! ThoHOhor!” The kid squeaked out between laughs.

Thor laughed with him and let up on the tickling. Peter’s legs lowered but before he could shoot Thor a dirty glare Loki walked closer to them “honestly Thor, don’t torture Starks kid” he mused and then squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “You need to call out for help to make it seem authentic”

Peter squinted at Loki “shouldn’t Thor be calling for help? I’m supposed to play the victim!” He argued. He was not about to call for help! Plus! He told Captain Rogers he wouldn’t get between them which basically translates do not get into trouble with them!

Loki clicked his tongue. “Details, details” he waved Peter off and went behind them.

The boy tried craning his neck as much as he could in his position but Loki positively vanished behind them.

“Y-You know what?” Peter blabbed nervously with a small grin “mihister stark said youhu were aharguing today morning-NA-HO!” He squeaked and batted at Lokis hands that were now right by his sides “come on guys I’m nohot calling for help!”

Thor hummed “Let’s help him out then why won’t we Loki?” The god in question sniggered darkly “Oh we definitely should brother”

Peter shook his head but the silly grin on his face only encouraged Thor with his and his brothers shenanigans.

“Nohoooo, come oh-HON! NoHOho!” The boy tensed and pulled his legs up again the second Lokis nimble fingers sprung into action, skittering over his sides over the thin shirt that Pete was now dearly regretting to have worn today.

“Come on Peter, just call for help and we can continue with the move” Thor tried to encourage, Peter cursed internally at the amusement in the gods voice. How dare he!

“Mmhm-noHOho!” He giggled, trying to at least make this hard for the gods by trying to hold his giggles, but alas it was all in vain as Lokis fingers sought out the spot that made him react most.

Peter shook his head and squealed when the trickster dug into his highest rib. “LOHOKIEHEE!” “My, my, seems I’ve found a sweet spot.” The god chuckled into his ear. “EHEhEYEE! nOHOh YOuhUHu HaHAveHEhen’t!” “Hmno? You’re saying there’s a spot worse than… this?” Peter bucked again when the god dug in with a lot more precision then before “NOAHA! IHI DiHIhidn’T SAHAhay ThAHAHat!”

“I don’t know young spiderling! Sure sounded like it!” Thor chuckled as he kept the boy off the ground. It was quite a task with all his squirming. Peter shook his head through bursts of laughter. Loki sniggered and let one of his hand slip to Peter’s hip.

The boy kicked out harshly and hit the poor god of thunder’s shin. The god grunted and hissed, kneeling down slightly. Loki halted before falling into mused chuckling.

“ohoho god IHi’m sohoho sohohorry!” Peter giggled as the god made his theatrics about his shin and let the kid go. Thor rubbed his shin with a soft groan “you have quite the kick little spider!” He goaded.

Peter gave a giddy smile and opened his mouth to say something before the god smirked “but not quite to take down a god yet!” He boasted and jumped the kid.

Peter screeched and grappled with Thor over the mats.

Loki shook his head at their antics. “Really brother? We had him perfectly trapped and great for the move!” He reminded and walked along the mats, watching as Thor gave the giggly kid little chance of winning.

“We still have to encourage the little spider brother! I’m sure this will be beneficial!” The god boasted.

Peter giggled wildly and fended off the gods hands as best he could “NOho! iHIhi’m not cAHalling for help!” Thor sniggered with him, the kid had a soft blush on his cheeks and playfulness was written all over his face. “But you have to! The move won’t be complete otherwise young Stark!”

Peter kicked out when Thor almost managed to pinch his ribs “THoHO-AAH!” He yelled in surprise when his leg was pulled and his knee was squeezed “LOhOKI!” He scolded playfully, sending the god a glare- but the god simply sent him a sly grin- damn his own traitorous smile!

With the short distraction Thor squeezed his ribs. “NAHAO! ThIHIHis IHIs UnfAHAhair! aHAAhAhahA!” Loki chuckled as he traced the boys knee, sending ticklish shocks through his whole system while Thor was on a journey down to his sides. “How do you mortals say, Pete? All is fair in love and war?” The trickster mused and swiped a finger up Peter’s sole at which the boy tugged at his leg harshly.

“nAA-HA! LOhOHOki!- ThOHoHOr! THIHiHIs IhIsnt fAhaHair!” Peter exclaimed again, his hands latching onto Thors wrists- yet he barely pulled at them.

“Cohome on Young spiderling! You just have to call out for help and that’s it” his amusement of the situation grew when Peter shook his head- what a stubborn little mortal..

“Alright.. well then..”

“NAHA! THOHOAHAR! CHEHEAHATEHEHER!” Peter threw his head back, fighting with his instincts to squeeze the god’s hands there which only seemed to make it worse- or try to grapple at them- which resulted in hilarious flailing.

Loki sniggered, but he couldn’t let his brother win this, mischief was his thing after all.

His slender fingers wrapped around Peter’s knee and his fingers scribbled along the backs of them.

The reaction was immediate, Peter’s leg slammed down on the mat only to jump back up with a high pitched yelp. “Oh? Are you hiding something Peter?” Loki mused and Thor let up on his tickles “what have you found brother?” “He- hehe found nohothing!” Peter protested but the two gods ignored him “See here..” Loki said which followed by his fingers squeezing and slightly wiggling into the spot. “NAHAO! LOHOKI! WehEHe can TAHAhalk Ahabout thIHIHIhis!”

The gods sniggered at the volume change each time Loki decided to continue his little game. “Aw, but we did talk Peter. You call for help and this aaaaall stops.” To let the kid talk he let up slightly The boy pouted at the god, his brown locks more disheveled then he’s ever seen them and slightly red cheeks. Loki sighed “I believe, brother, I should teach you a few things on tickling.” He stated, a sly smirk threatening to pull on his face when Peter’s cheeks flushed a tone deeper.

Thor chuckled “alright, have it your way.”

Peter gaped at him. NO WAY were they just AGREEING!

“W-Wait- Lohoki, come ohon we can fihigure this out- look youhu’re gettihing ahalong too! Mahaybe you can make uhup now??” peter blabbed as Loki moved closer and Thor away.

Loki chuckled darkly “your futile attempts of distractions are not working” peter couldn’t help the high pitched anticipatory giggle that slipped him as the god hovered over him.

“Ehe- you know- I-HAY!” Peter almost jumped out of his skin as Lokis hand rushed towards him.

“What happened Pete?” The boys eyes grew wide- oh. Oh.

He huffed and stared challengingly at the god. He’s heard of the wrath of the god of mischief. But.. he could handle it, he’s won Mister Stark’s attacks!

His challenging glare didn’t last long as the mischief practically dripped from the god. “What are you afraid of the tickles?” Loki asked as if it were like any other conversation.

Peter shook his head with a high pitched giggle. “N-no!” “No? So you shouldn’t mind..” Loki stopped above Peter’s stomach- surprised that the boy already flinched away.

Despite himself he moved his hand towards his side and flexed it- Peter, to his delight jumped again and moved closer to the god and away from the hand.

“Peter.” Loki stated and gained the boys attention.

“Whahat?”

“Are you by chance…. Air ticklish?”

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“uh oh” muttered Peter in utter disbelief before a steady stream of giggles escaped him. Loki’s collected expression turned to one of pure delight and mischief “oh boy.. this just got a lot more entertaining.”

Peter squeaked when the younger god made claws. “NOhOho!” The boy whined through his flustered and giggly predicament.

Thor suddenly jumped from next to Loki.

“EHEEE!”

The squeal echoed through the training room much to the gods amused and adoration at the boy- the boy himself- as if finally remembering he was free, turned around and tried crawling away.

He squeaked when a strong hand wrapped around his ankle “now hold on little spiderling!” Thor chuckled. Peter laughed at the silliness- before he could however think of how to make this harder for the gods, arms wrapped around his torso “Now I gotcha!” Loki growled and flung the boy back as if he weighted nothing.

Peter laughed without either of them even touching him- “are you laughing at us young Stark!?” Thor asked in disbelief and crossed his arms. “NOhOho!” Peter tried to reassure but failed expertly. Loki sniggered “I believe he is dear brother.. better give him something to laugh about huh?”

Thor grinned “I do believe you’re right brother” he mused.

Loki sniggered “ready to call for help yet Petey?” He muttered into his ear and the boy scrunched up with a barking a laugh “NEhEhEVER!” He declared boldly.

Loki tutted and looked at his brother. “Stark said his thighs and knees are ticklish.”

Thor chuckled at the protest of a shriek that came from Peter which though was quickly drowned by hysterical laughter as Lokis fingers went into his pits.

The god of thunder didn’t wait long for his own entrance and squeezed the boys thigh which, amusingly enough, with each squeeze they gained a higher squeal out of the boy.

Loki chuckled and shook his head, the boy could lean left or right and roll off, he could even put up a fight with his strength.. and yet..

“AHYEHE! OHOKAY!” Peter barked out and the gods let up.

Loki raised an eyebrow “you’ll call for help?” He mused and waited as the boy caught his breath.

Peter stifled most of his giggles before his hand went to squeeze Lokis own side.

To the boys surprise and glee Loki jumped.

The god sent him a warning glare “peter I’d truly advise against that” “why?” The boy grinned up at the god. “May I remind you that I am a god?”

Peter’s own mischief twinkled in his eyes “Thor will probably help me..” he mused. Loki raised an eyebrow “probably?” He mused “my brother is worse than me Buddy.”

Peter’s eyes widened at that “b-but we’ll be two!” He smiled timidly. Loki huffed “Are you going to call for help or not?”

The boy’s shoulders jumped as he chuckled through his nose.

Loki grinned “Unbelievable..” he hushed and looked at Thor. “You know, there’s a specific technique that got Thor to give in when we were children.” He said and watched as his brothers confusion morphed into surprise and glee.

Peter swallowed nervously and giggled “Thihis isn’t one ohof your Ahasgardian things right?” Loki laughed “No, this works all too perfectly on mortals”

Peter shivered at the sly grin. His silly grin fought its way right back onto his face “n-now hold on, no need for drastic- MEASURES!” He yelped when Loki suddenly rapidly squeezed and scribbled his side which sent sparks through his whole body. “HEHEY!” He squeaked and leaned away- falling onto the mats, front first, the gods hand on his back. “Uh-huh- Loki?” Peter asked and hoisted himself onto his elbows as he slowly understood his position- his face would lay awkwardly on the mats if he tried to shield his armpits. But if he kept his face from squeezing onto the mats they’d be open wide.

Loki chuckled at the giddy expression on the boys face. “You gonna call for help?”

Again. Peter shook his head.

It was fair to say that the god was not only surprised at the will to play but also at the stamina of the kid.

“Oh you’re asking for it.” He smirked down at the boy.

Peter squeaked in surprise at the demeanour change but didn’t get to dwell on it as the hands plummeted into his armpits.

“LOHOKIEHEHEEE!” Peter kicked his legs into the mats to try and relieve the tickle shocks even if only just lightly- Lokis nimble fingers found the sweet spot with practiced ease and vibrated on one armpit while on the other he scribbles.

Peter was probably loosing his lil head in the playful moment but the raging storm outside was positively forgotten.

“NAHAHAY! TOHOHOR!” Peter’s new protest made Loki look back and find Thors bold hands tickle the soles of the poor kid.

Chuckles from the door which ripped Lokis attention away from his attack and his hands slowed down enough for Peter to crank an eye open. “MIHIST- EHEY!” The boy scolded through his laughter and turned to look at Thor.

The billionaire in the doorway laughed “alright you two, let the kid up. I still need him today for lab time” Thor chuckled “do not worry stark! You’ll have young Stark with you in no time.” He mused. Loki rolled his eyes and sniggered “you good kid?”

Peter laughed but nodded and pushed Loki playfully “ahabout the move; IHi’m soho on your side- but I aham also so gehetting you back someday”

Loki raised a challenging eyebrow and then slowly, his ‘claws’.

Peter squeaked and rolled away “nohot today!” He laughed and got to his feet, hands in front of his body to protect himself.

The men laughed in choir.

“Loki we should continue training.” Thor stated, full of new enthusiasm. Loki glared at him “we are not doing get help” Thor grinned at him “we should.” Loki frowned “Peter—“

“NOPE! YOU GOT THIS!” Peter yelled with a laugh as he rushed out of the room.

The two gods laughed heartedly at the boys exit with Stark and got up. Maybe they could get along for awhile every now and again.

Meanwhile let’s hope Steve will be just as merciful as mister Stark was on Peter.

“Don’t get in trouble with them, huh?” His mentor asked with his smirk obvious in his voice.

Peter rolled his eyes with an obvious smile and flushed cheeks, his hand going through his disheveled hair.

Scanning the streets he could only see people walking, fortunately they were being blessed with a little peace from crime that day, but New York’s streets were as crowded as ever. The sky though was clear and there was no sign of another Spiderman swinging around.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a happy and giddy smile on his face. He was on high alert, ready to run away again.

Then he felt the tingle sensation in the back of his neck.

«Did you really think you were safe? I’m not that old you know?» the voice came much, much closer than he expected. He screamed and tried to run away, but this time an arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him closer.

«P-Pete wahait.» they both knew what was going to happen. Different universes and timelines couldn’t shake their common need for love and attention and how much they liked it in this specific form. And to be honest he did kind of literally asked for it.

«Man you want this too. I’m literally you remember? You can’t run away from yourself» he affectionately smiled and ruffled his hair, eliciting another small giggle from the young man.

He really did need a laugh. Since the event of the Statue of Liberty he had been the most emotional one. Saving MJ had made a lot of feelings emerge and he was being particularly harsh on himself.

This little game was Peter 2’s way to make him relax a little and free his mind for a couple of minutes. Or maybe hours, depending on how much this different body could take.

«If you actually want me to stop please shoot a web, okay?» he waited for the other to nod before adjusting himself.

He kept hugging the young man from behind, his hands directly positioned on his sides. He decided to begin slowly, not wanting the experience to be too overwhelming. He started by pinching with the tip of his fingers the other's sides eliciting small squeals.

«Yeah. You're just as ticklish as I am. So so so much.» Peter 2 chanted as his newfound brother blushed.

His hands travelled up to his ribs, making the boy hiccup under his touch. «Is this a bad place?» he teased, increasing the speed of his fingers.

«N-no» Peter 2 smirked as the younger turned his head all the way to avoid being seen in his face. Even if the sensation was maddening he forced himself to contain his laughter as much as he could just to prolong this game they were having.

«Oh so this is how you want to play? You know I can break you as soon as I want right? I know all of your weaknesses» he let one of his hands leave the hug and fluttered his fingers on his neck. Peter - nose scrunched and cheeks as red as his Spiderman suit - squealed again, twisting and gasping for air.

«I know how to make you smile.» he lightly scratched his side with one hand and the taller man flinched, the brightest smile beaming on his face.

«Or giggle.» he slip a couple of fingers right under the thin fabric of the Spiderman's suit, to reach the place where the neck met the shoulders. Peter had a much louder reaction than anticipated.

«Ohoho my Gohohod please pl- pleahahahse nohoho.» he scrunched up his shoulders, trying to protect himself as the light touch shifted from one side of the neck to the other, making him dance in the man’s lap.

«Okay maybe this was more than a giggle. Should I explore more our differences?» as the man's fingers kept tracing that point, Peter's laughter increased. «Nohoho no no nohoho plehehahahse I swear we're the sahahame.»

He stopped his torment on the neck and let the other take a breath.

Gasping for air Peter thought about a way to escape, not necessarily because he wasn't enjoying himself, but rather out of pure survival instinct, but has he was bringing his arms back to hoist up, two hands sneaked into his armpits.

His laughter was so loud he wondered how nobody was complaining or investigating the sound.

«Did you really think I would not anticipate that?»

«I WAHAHAHS HOHOPINH YOHOHOU WOHOHOHOHOHOULDN’T- OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STOHOHOP» he screamed.

Even the older one was surprised by this reaction and started to laugh along with him, happy to feel the other's muscles relax under his touch, as he leaned more and more on his chest. Peter knew this was the time to hit his worst spot, before he would be too tired to handle it.

«I hope you are ready for what is about to happen young man.» Peter 3 looked genuinely scared at that sentence.

They were now sitting on the roof, the younger man leaned on the older's chest, his hands free to move even if they had never tried to stop or relent his torment.

Peter 2 readjusted his hold on the boy. «Now I want you to put your hands up and hold them behind my neck, can you do that?» he asked, amusement tinted in his voice.

Peter (3) could feel the other's hands fixed on his sides, and even if his fingers were not moving he could not stop feeling the ticklish sensation all over his body.

«No no no mahahan nohoho pleheheehasee don't mahake me do thihihis.»

«Do you want to be tickled?» he asked again, as if he hadn’t repeated the question enough that day. The boy whined throught his giggles, hiding his face and trying to regain at least a bit of composure.

«Wohould you plehehase stop ahasking?»

«Is my baby bro too embarrassed to handle the teasing?». Peter actually lost it at this point. He felt his cheeks burning hot and hid again, as his heart pounded in his chest and not because of the tickling.

Peter 2 smiled softly.

When his breath had calmed down he slowly raised his arms. His senses were overloaded and he could feel a "threat" coming from everywhere. A colder breeze made him giggle and the micro movement of the older's hands made him slap his arms back a couple of times.

When he finally managed to put his hands on the back of the man's neck he felt exhausted.

«Ready?»

As soon as Peter nodded the other hero started to wiggle his fingers right in front of the toned abdomen of the victim, happy to see how such a simple movement was making his younger self wheeze.

«Ohohoh my Gohoohood.»

«I think you should save your breath now.» Peter couldn't think. He could feel his fingers on his skin even if he wasn't actually touching him. He started drumming his feet on the ground, his entire focus was devoted on keeping his arms up, to prove himself he could take it.

When he actually felt the wave of tickish sensation on his stomach though, all he could do was slam his arms down and lightly push the other away, boisterous laughter filling the air.

«NOHOHOAHAHAHAHHA» his protests were lost in his laughter. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so happy. Probably a long time ago, before all of the tragedies in his life. Before he felt like a mistake.

«IHIH CAHAHA- I CAHAHAHAN’T.»

The older started to giggle along «I hope yohou’re not talking about laughing, because that you can definitely doho.»

And laugh he did. He let himself laugh freely as much as he could, the feeling of the other's fingers dancing on his abdomen driving him insane in the best way possible. When he felt like he could not breath anymore he shot one weak web, not really aiming anywhere.

He immediately felt himself being embraced. A warm feeling of happiness made him relax even more, his eyelids starting to feel heavy.

«C'mon baby boy, I'm taking you back home.» he put both his and the other's man masks on and hopped him on his back.

«I'm not a baby.» he pouted «I'm older than the other one.» Spiderman laghed as he shoot his first web «Yeah you're right. You are a big baby.»

«I fucking hate you man.» he mumbled hiding his face in the other's neck. After a few minutes, before they could arrive at Happy's apartement, Peter shyly whispered «Thank you. You’re an awesome brother.»

Peter 2 was thankful to have his mask on since his cheeks were now burning and he probably had tears in his eyes.

«Anytime»

~

I am so proud of how this turned out! I was so worried about everything (my writing, my english, the way I was describing everything, the different ways to fucking call these men) but at some point I started enjoying writing and that's it. I hope you can enjoy this too.

The Holiday season is finally here. The time for caroling, decorating trees, playing in the snow, and most importantly, spending time with family. The Avengers family is no exception. The Avengers look forward to this time every year. Everyone comes to the facility a week before Christmas to decorate the facility and the tree, buy gifts, and to simply be with one another. Clint, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and Bucky are on cooking duty. Thor, Rhodey, Tony, Wanda, and Sam are on decorating duty.

Carol couldn’t make it because there was an emergency on another planet, even though she would’ve loved to sing Christmas carols (pun intended); Scott would’ve love to come, but he wanted to spend Christmas with Cassie since he couldn’t for 5 years; T’Challa had a kingdom to rule. There was one Avenger who couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with his teammates, and that was young Peter Parker. Yes, young Peter has been looking forward to this time ever since January. Peter loved everything about the holidays.

However, Peter wasn’t... Peter this time around. He had agreed to help Tony and the others decorate the facility and the tree, but he’s been cooped up in his room all day. No one knows what's eating him and preventing him from leaving his room. The others started to grow worried.

“Where’s the kid? He said he’d help out, and it’s 4 in the afternoon.” Sam asked.

“I have no idea.” Bucky said.

The Falcon looked at the others and they just shrugged their shoulders. Tony let out a sigh and set down a half-wrapped present. Standing up, he cleared his throat and started to leave the room.

“Where are you going, Tony?” Clint asked.

“To look for the kid and make sure he’s all right.” Tony said, leaving the room.

Once Tony was gone, the others looked at one another with faces of concern and worry. When Tony made it to Peter’s room, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Nothing. Tony knocked once more. Still nothing. Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door open and was met with a dim-lit room. Scanning the room, Tony saw his protégé laying on his side, his back facing him. Tony breathed out and walked up to the young Avenger.

“Peter...?” Tony asked, shaking the kid’s shoulder.

The kid moaned and shrugged off his mentor’s hand.

“Peter, what’s wrong? You haven’t left your room all day. Everyone’s worried about you; I’m worried about you... Talk to me...” Tony said, sitting on the teen’s bed.

Peter sighed and quickly wiped away the tears that started to form.

“I miss him...” Peter said.

Tony pulled away, wondering who Peter could be talking about.

“Who? Ned? You two talk more than Steve, Sam, and Bucky when they get into an argument.” Tony joked.

Peter didn’t even react to joke. Tony frowned at his failed attempt to brighten the teen’s spirit.

“My Uncle Ben...” Peter muttered.

Tony’s concerned expression quickly turned to a look sympathy. Tony knew good and well about what happened to his uncle, and to not have him during this time of year, again, must be hard. For a short time, Tony felt this way when his parents were killed. Now, he has a new family to call his own, and every day, Tony and the others always try to remind Peter that he is not alone; that he has a place; that he has a home; that he has a family. Now, more than ever, Peter needed this family.

“I know how you feel kid, and I’m sorry. Really, I am.” Tony said, placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder.

Peter breathed out a sigh and shifted his position to get more comfortable. Tony hated seeing him like this. If anything, when it was either him or one of the others, whenever they were upset, just Peter being in their presence will make them smile and forget why they were in a foul mood. Now, it was Tony’s turn to turn this teen’s frown upside-down. Luckily, Tony knew exactly how to do that. He just needed to bait the kid in.

“C’mon, kid. Don’t you wanna help us decorate this place. We could really use your help when it comes to hanging certain decorations,” Tony said.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Stark... I would like to be left alone if that’s all right with you...” Peter said, his voice sounding so sad.

“No, I’m not all right with that... I’ll give you a choice: you either leave this room smiling and help out the others and I, or do I have to make you smile and leave?”

Peter glanced at his mentor and rolled his eyes with a scoff.

“Do your worst...” Peter challenged tiredly.

Tony couldn’t help but smile at Peter’s sassiness. Cracking his knuckles, Tony started poking around the teen’s sides. Peter breathed in sharp and shifted away from Tony’s fingers. Seeing that the kid wasn’t going to crack, Tony started digging his into the kid’s side. Peter buried his face into the pillow he was clutching, all while letting out adorable giggles.

“Mr. Stahahahahark! Stohohop!” Peter said, his words muffled.

“Sorry, kid. Did you say something? I can’t quite understand you.” Tony said, inching his fingers towards Peter’s belly.

Peter squealed and his giggles started becoming louder.

“Honestly, Pete. I really can’t tell if you’re laughing or crying right now.” Tony said with a smug-eating smirk.

Once Tony’s fingers found Peter’s belly, Peter rolled over on his belly to stop the tickling, only trapping Tony’s hand underneath him.

“Bad move, kid...” Tony said.

Taking advantage, Tony straddled the kid and started attacking the kid’s torso. Peter bucked and thrashed, all while producing his signature giggles. At this point, the pillow Peter was clutching was already off the bed.

“Mr. Stahahahahahahark! Plehehehehehehease stohohohohop!” Peter cried.

“No way, mister. I’m gonna make sure that smile of yours is plastered on your face for the rest of the evening while you’re helping out.” Tony said, kneading the kid’s hip bone.

Peter yelped and tried to buck Tony off.

“That feheheheheheels sohoho weird! Stohohop ihihit!” Peter begged.

“Are you gonna leave this dreadful room and come join me and the others?” Tony asked.

When Peter didn’t answer, Tony took his silence as a no. Sighing, Tony stopped his assault and looked down at the young hero.

“Didn’t want to have to do this to you, kid, but you leave me no choice.” Tony said.

Peter panted as he glanced up at his mentor.

“W-Whahahat can behehe worse thahan tickling?” Peter asked, giggles escaping his lips.

Tony smirked and was able to flip the kid around on his back.

“I think you know...” Tony said.

Peter sighed and shook his head tiredly. That’s when Peter let out a loud shriek before letting out gales of precious laughter.

“NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT MY ARMPIHIHIHIHITS! STAHAHAHAP!” Peter cried.

“Sorry, Pete, but it’s for your own good.” Tony said as he clawed at the kid’s armpits.

Peter thrashed all around the bed trying to escape, but his laughter was making him weak.

“MR. STAHAHAHARK! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Peter begged.

“Ah-ah-ah. No can do, Spiderman. I wanna hear you say that you’ll spend time with the others and I. Say that, and I’ll stop,” Tony said.

“IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Why’s that now?”

“BEHEHECAHAHAUSE!”

“Because what?”

When Peter didn’t answer, Tony slipped his fingers through Peter’s T-shirt sleeves and started attacking the flesh underneath. Peter fell limp with laughter. He didn’t even have the strength to thrash around.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!” Peter begged.

“Did you say you wanted more? Well, since you asked so nicely...” Tony said.

Dipping his head down, Tony blew a huge raspberry on Peter’s belly that had been exposed due to the thrashing. Peter gave a wild buck and let out a new stream of laughter, his face turning a bright red.

“NAHAHAHA! THAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAIR! STAHAHAHAP IT!” Peter said.

“Kid, when it comes to tickling, anything and everything is fair.” Tony said before letting loose another raspberry.

Peter flopped around like a fish out of water. If Tony didn’t stop, he was surely going to pass out. Peter soon realized why Tony was really tickling him. Not only was he cheering him up, but he was also reminding him that even when he feels alone, the Avengers, his family, was there for him, day, and night.

“OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I’LL HEHEHEHEHELP! JUST STAHAHAHAP!” Peter laughed.

“You promise...?” Tony asked, clawing at the armpit flesh.

Peter threw his head back and let out a new stream of laughter that was louder than the last. Now this was the Peter Parker Tony had grown to know and love. Smiling and laughing without a care in the world. Seeing him frowning and crying, it just didn’t sit right with him or any of the other Avengers.

“YEHEHEHEHES! OH, GOHOHOHOD YEHEHEHES! I PROHOHOHOMISE! JUST STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!” Peter cried.

Tony released one more raspberry before stopping completely. Tony hopped off Peter and started down at his smiling and panting protégé. Chuckling, Tony opened the door and looked back at the kid.

“You have five minutes. Otherwise, I’ll come back with Sam, Bucky, and Clint.” Tony warned before leaving the room.

Peter sat up and panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking up, he smiled with a tear in his eye.

“Happy Holidays, Uncle Ben...” he said softly.

Wiping away the tears, Peter freshened up before heading into the common room. When he arrived, he saw Rhodey struggling to get a decoration on the ceiling. Smiling, Peter walked over to help.

“Let me.” Peter said.

Rhodey smiled down at the teen and gave him the decoration. Flipping on the ceiling, Peter was able to hang the decoration and hold it in place with his webbing.

“Thanks, kid.” Rhodey said.

Peter gave War Machine a quick salute before coming down from the ceiling. Walking into the common room, Peter began helping the others, just like he said he would.

“So, what did you tell him to get out?” Bucky asked.

“If he didn’t get his lazy butt out of bed, I would’ve called you, Sam, and Clint for help.” Tony said with a wink.

Bucky looked at the kid who was helping Wanda hanging ornaments on the tree and smiled.

“I’m still willing to help...” Bucky said with a sly grin.

One thing’s for sure, whether you feel like you’re alone, you will always have your family for support. Peter had forgotten that, but thanks to Tony, he remembered that he has this amazing family will never leave him.