#pepterony

i just...i cant stop thinking about that one post about Peter being in a relationship with Tony and Pepper and him just...not knowing about it

Tony and pepper take him out on dates, have movie nights, even kissed both of them once or twice, but he just DOESNT understand that they love him as much as he loves them

Pepperony giving him meaningful gifts on their two month anniversary and hes just SO CONFUSED because 'WHAT ANNIVERSARY???'

Imagine that sit down conversation they finally have, where peter finally breaks and tells them that hes in love with both of them and pepper and tony sharing a look because, 'for a literal genius, how can you be so stupid'

Pepper starting with 'we've all been dating for the past 2 months, what are you talking about???' and Peters brain just short circuiting lmao

Staying with Tony and Pepper on the occasional weekend overnight was like a dream come true. Well… Maybe a certain kind of dream come true? Peter loved how they treated him, always including him in their lives, never making him feel awkward or like a third wheel. Asking about school, how patrol had gone that week, inquiring into his life, and really sounding like they cared. The only thing that made it as terrible as it was wonderful, was the awful, terrible, debilitating crush he had on them. 

Of course, Peter was realistic, they were old enough to be his parents, in a settled relationship, and certainly didn’t have any use for his jailbait omega ass. They were just… Nice, was all. Peter cherished every minute he got to spend with them, either together, or one-on-one, in the middle of the night if Peter couldn’t sleep and Tony was in his lab, or if Peter was up bright and early when Pepper was still preparing for her day. 

It was one of those nights when insomnia had Peter in its grasp, he’d been tossing and turning for hours. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Peter quietly spoke to the ceiling. 

“Yes Peter?” Came the gentle response from the hidden speakers that were installed in every room. 

“Is Tony in the lab?” 

“No Peter, he is not.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said softly. “Do you want me to page him?”

“No-” Peter hastily said, not wanting to disturb him. “No Fri, that’s not necessary. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Peter.” 

Peter had been awake long enough that he’d gotten hungry again, despite eating way more than his fair share of the pizzas they’d had delivered earlier that night. He rubbed absently at his growling stomach, then quietly rolled out of bed and headed toward the kitchen for a midnight snack. His room was tucked down a long carpeted hallway, just across from Tony and Pepper’s master suite, and he padded silently in his pajamas and bare feet. As he rounded the corner into the living room, Peter gasped quietly and froze in his tracks. 

Summary: Peter has a crush on Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, too bad they're married, and out of his league.

Pepper and Tony try to figure out why their boyfriend, Peter Parker, is acting odd.

Didn't know they were dating Pepterony fic!

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Peter's favourite way to spend time was at the Tower.

He loved getting to work in the labs. Get more access to equiptment, a space to make things without upsetting may by lightly burning the carpet with a home-made soldering iron.

He loved seeing the bots. And the cat, Chewie, usually curled up on the couch in the common room. He loved giggling quietly when an avenger would try and sit down on said couch and immediately jump back up, having recieved a clawed swipe for their attempts, and Chewie somehow stretching to take up even more space. 

He loved going through the floors and helping out interns, and he loved the view from the top floor.

 But more importantly he loved seeing Tony and Pepper.

 They had given him an ongoing invitation to the tower. At first he'd thought they were just being polite but when it had been a week and he still hadn't come they had both called him, asking if he was alright, if he wanted some space from them, if something was wrong. He made sure after that to visit multiple times a week. Knowing he truly was welcome there.

 Tony and Pepper were amazing. Today Peter went up to the common room when he arrived to greet Chewie first. 

"Peter, you're here!" Pepper greeted him with a wide smile and a hug, gently pressing a kiss against the side of his head before pulling away. 

"Hi, Pepper!" Peter blushed. Still feeling the warmth of her arms around him.  "I can't stay away too long, Chewie would feel abandoned!" He hoped some humour would distract her so she wouldn't notice the pink colouring his face.

Pepper laughed, "Well we cant have that, now can we?"

 Peter crouched down by the couch, placing his hand on the cushion, Chewie hissed briefly, before noticing the pillow's shift was caused by Peter, and purring loudly. Peter gently rubbed the cat's fluffy cheeks before moving on to vigorously pet his body with both hands.

 "Good god," A new voice. A familiar voice. Tony's voice. "How did you get that little monster love you so much? If I got that close I'd wind up bleeding again." Peter smiled up at the man in the doorway, quickly looking back down to hide his face's red hue once again.

Tony, clearly coming back from a work out, was in a black tank top, the fabric clinging to his muscles, his arms glistening with sweat. 'How can both of them be this good looking?' Peter wondered to himself.

 "She's a good kitty." Peter said, smiling at Chewie.

"No, she's evil. She just hides it more when you're here."

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  Tony pretended he wasn't fond of the cat. But she had grown on him slowly, Peter knew.

Once, on patrol, Peter had heard an odd noise coming from an alleyway. Coming closer and closer, trying to figure out what it was, he found a scraggly ball of fur in the alley's dumpster, a cat, making noises while trying to open a packet of old chicken. Peter's heart melted instantly, and spent the next hour slowly coaxing her into a box from the same dumpster.

He was late for his agreed upon visit to the tower, so he hadn't had time to drop her off somewhere before he was off to visit Pepper and Tony. 

He carried the box the whole way, walking softly to not disturb the upset cat.

"Hey Pete- What is that?" Tony was instantly suspicious of the rattling box.

Peter had looked sheepish and gently placed the box down, the cat quickly escaping, jumping on the back of the couch, and hissing at the room's occupants.

"Oh god." Tony groaned.

"Oh!" Pepper was interested at least.

"I'm sorry! I was gonna drop her off somewhere first but I didn't have time! She's just so skinny! And it was cold outside! And- Oh, wait, what should I even do with her? The apartment doesn't allow pets, I don-"

"Peter," Pepper's voice was calm and comforting. "Just leave her with us, Sweetheart."

"I- Really?" Peter blushed at the pet-name.

Tony shared a look with Pepper, a silent conversation, and gave a slight smile. "Yeah, Kid, our home is your home. We care a lot about you. And, well speaking of. We were kinda hoping-"

Peter zoned out, he was so excited! The kitty was gonna be so well looked after! The little fuzzball was going to be somewhere safe, and warm, where Peter could visit and shower her in love! At the back of his mind he noticed Tony had stopped talking.

Peter made a happy squeal. "eeee! I'm so happy Mr. Stark! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're both amazing!" He rushed to them both giving them tight hugs. "Oh!" An idea struck him, and suddenly he was running out the door. "I'm gonna buy some cat food! I'll be right back!"

Tony and Pepper were a little dumb-struck.

"Well. That went... Shockingly smoothly?" Tony said to Pepper. 

Pepper grinned.

The cat hissed.

"Well, I'm sure you helped in some way, Angry Cat." Tony replied to the animal with a wry grin.

 When Peter had returned Tony had smiled at him. Asked what Peter wanted to name the cat, ordered some pet supplies, and had been in a great mood since Peter had dropped the cat off, so Peter was sure Tony liked Chewie. He wouldn't have such a love-struck mood on his face otherwise.

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 "Tony, don't accuse Chewie of evil-doing." Pepper grinned good-naturedly.

Peter smiled, Pepper's grin was beautiful, he loved the sight of it.

Tony chuckled, and leaned over to kiss her.

Peter quickly looked down in shame. He shouldn't be pining over the two of them. They're married. He didn't have a chance.

"Peter?" Pepper asked worriedly, seeing his face.

"Oh. Oh! Not a fan of PDA?" Tony asked. Peter went to correct him but he barrelled on. "Ah. That makes sense. No problem. Want to go work in the lab for a while?"

Peter nodded, grateful they hadn't yet noticed his inappropriate crushes, and followed Tony into the elevator.

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 It was a week later, when Peter was out buying a snack at the supermarke5, that he noticed a newspaper on the shelves, who's front-page headline made his head spin.

TONY STARK ADMITS TO CHEATING ON WIFE?

What the hell?

No. No, Tony and Pepper were in love. They wouldn't do that to each other. Peter added the newspaper to his cart.  

 Peter sat on a bench outside the mall, reading through the article with disbelief and anger. 

The article claimed that during an interview Tony had been questioned on how his relationship was, and after some hesitation, began shamelessly speaking about a person who he had been seeing behind his beloved wife's back for a few weeks.

Peter was worried, he didn't believe it was true, but if Pepper saw the article before Tony could tell her it wasn't true she'd be heart broken.

He was full of rage that someone would say something like this about Mr. Stark, a hero, who loved his beautiful, brilliant, strong-willed wife with all of his heart. He wouldn't hurt her like that. And he wouldn't brag about it like this writer claimed.

He decided he needed to see the couple. Warn them of the article before it caught them off guard and caused issues in their relationship. He hid in an alley and changed into his suit, before swinging off to the tower.

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 "Chewie. Chewie please. I'm going to give you this, and in return, you let me sit down without any claws dug into my flesh, okay?" Peter's super hearing made it so he could hear into the common room long before the elevator arrived on that floor.

The doors opened, Tony looked up from his spot, warily scrunched to the side of the couch, Chewie taking up the other side, eating out of a large tin of tuna. "Peter!" He tried to shift to look more composed, but when the cat mewled in warning he went right back to his previous position. 

"Uh. Hey, Mr. Stark."

"Oh, hey Peter!" Rhodey came from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, sitting on one of the other seats in the room. The angle for the TV was worse, but there was no angry cat there, so it felt a fair trade.

Other Avengers slowly filtered into the room after him. Movie night, right. He had gotten distracted by the article.

"Peter?" Tony questioned with a soft voice. "What's wrong?"

"Uh." Peter felt a little awkward having others in the room for this. He passed Tony the newspaper.

Tony took it. Peter being one of the few people he let hand him things without complaint or discomfort. Pepper came from the kitchen with her own bowl of popcorn as Tony brought the paper to his face.

"What do you have there?" Pepper asked, leaning over her husband's shoulder, passing him the bowl, which he accepted with one hand. Peter's eyes widened in alarm, he wanted time to talk to Tony about this before she saw! She was going to be so hurt!

"Tony..." Pepper began in a dissapointed voice. 

"Fuck. I'm sorry Pep."

'Oh god no.' Peter thought.

"You know better than to talk to interviewers about stuff like this." Peter's mind boggled at Pepper's words. 'Stuff like this?'

"What?" Peter asked, mostly to himself. The Avengers staring at the couple's exchange.

"I thought for once they'd actually listen to what I said. I explicitly said it wasn't cheating and they cut that out! And- Okay this quote is entirely made up, what the fuck." Tony exclaimed pointing at the page.

"What?"

"Yes, Tony. You know better than to tell an interviewer: 'Oh I'm dating a guy in addition to my wife,'" She put on a deeper voice to imitate Tony, with a slight mocking tone. "You know how the media spins stuff like that."

"Wait." Peter sait a little louder, the couple -and the Avengers- turning to him. "Are you actually cheating on her?"

"What?" It was Tony and Pepper's turn to be confused.

"No, of course I'm no-" Tony's face was scrunched up in confusion. "I- You know that-?"

"Peter," Pepper began gently, glancing at each of the Avengers out of the corner of her eye. "You know that this isn't cheating, don't you?"

Peter looked confused.

Tony's eyes also darted to the other Avengers, looking as though he wanted to say something to Peter, without the rest hearing him. "We're- We're polyamorous? Cheating is violating your partner's trust, we're all aware and consenting?"

Peter's jaw dropped impercievably, taking in the information.

"So you are dating someone?" Clint asked from his spot on the back of Rhodey's chair.

"Yeah." Pepper responded. "Tony and I have... A boyfriend." She looked at Peter with a questioning look. Peter didn't know why.

 They were both dating someone? 

Wow.

 ----

Tony and Pepper kept eyeing Peter strangely, but as he snuggled in between them for the movie, and stole handful after handful of popcorn, their strange looks went away, changing to smiling at him. Tony kept rubbing his shoulder where his arm was draped over Peter's shoulder, Pepper coaxed Peter into resting his head against her shoulders as she gently played with his hair, and the rest of the movie passed without issue.

"Tony," Pepper whispered, "Remind me later to sue that article's writer."

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 Peter's first action when he arrives back home is to google 'Polyamorous'.  He spends hours reading and reading, wanting to learn everything he can about it.

He goes to cook dinner, preparing enough for two though May is still at work. He'll put her's in the microwave for when she comes home.

As he sets the water to boil his mind starts to wander, he wonders what Pepper and Tony's boyfriend is like.  Is he handsome? Tall? Does he treat them right?

He imagines Tony and Pepper right now, they'd order in. But maybe if their boyfriend were there he'd cook for them?

Tony would probably sit on the counter, his StarkPad in hand, working on a new project, but still wanting to be close. 

Pepper would ask if he needed any help, and smile as she watched them both. He would smile up at them both, getting the sauce ready, like peter was doing now and he-

Oh.

He was picturing himself.

Peter slapped his forehead. "Just because they're polyamorous doesn't mean these crushes are suddenly okay. They're still not going to date you, Peter. They have each other and some hot guy, they're out of your league." He muttered annoyedly to himself, stirring the sauce.

But his thoughts continued despite his words. He imagined Pepper coming from the other room, enthusing about the smell of the food.

He pictured Tony coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Give a quick, scratchy kiss to Peter's cheek as he watched the food coming together.

He saw Pepper's beautiful smile before she kissed Peter's other cheek. Swatting Tony playfully for distracting their chef.

I hope this is what you were looking for! I really like this idea

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“Oh my god I am so sorry!”

Tony looks perplexed, and next to him so does Pepper, but neither of them seem particularly angry. Not at first, and then still when they focus on the boy in front of them, who looks like he wishes the ground would swallow him up.

Peter fully expected them to get furious, especially since the suit the man is wearing looks expensive, and the coffee that Peter just made him dump all over himself is probably the most costly mistake Peter has made in a while.

But instead of getting angry, Tony lets out a breath, and tugs at his wet shirt.

“Thank god that was barely lukewarm,” he breathes out, and Peter feels his heart skip at the mere luck of that. There is no way he could have paid for dry-cleaning some rich guy’s suit and pay for a hospital visit to tend to whatever-degree burns.

“I’m really sorry!” Peter squeaks again, hands flailing as if he can help the stain, make it better somehow. Truly, if he could make it go away with the snap of his fingers, he would. One of the lady’s hands reaches out to gently lower one of Peter’s hands, and she gives him an unexpectedly gentle and kind smile despite the fact that there are splatters of coffee on her pristine white blouse, too, Peter notices to his own horror.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Nothing either of us could have avoided.”

And she’s right, but that doesn’t make Peter feel any better. Their collision came out of nowhere, with the three of them rounding the same corner at the same time. Maybe if Peter hadn’t rushed so badly, this could have been avoided. But the lady gives him another smile, and he tries not to let the anxiety rise beyond his chest and into his throat, where it’s threatening to go.

“What can I do to make up for it?” He asks, albeit reluctantly. It’s the nice thing to do, even if there is no way he can afford anything they might ask him. Surely they can see, by the things he’s wearing. He looks like he lives in the sewers, and he won’t fool himself, he probably smells similar, too.

But what can you do, living rough in New York City?

The man and woman share a look, and she reaches into the purse slung around her shoulder to produce a card with a neat little logo and some information on it.

“We’ll leave that up to you. Give us a call when you’ve made up your mind,” she tells him, before tugging on the man’s arm to start leading him in the same direction they had been going previously, and Peter could swear that the lady winks at him as they pass each other.

Peter watches them disappear out of sight with a puzzled look.

Tony, next to Pepper, as he’s being dragged away to get a change of clothes at a nearby shop, looks just as perplexed.

“What did you do that for?” He asks her.

“He was cute,” she shrugs, “He’ll call. And when he does, we’ll see what he can do for us. Or what we can do for him.”

Tony watches her for a moment, and then grins.