Someone on Discord suggested Tony staying up while Peter and Pepper go to bed and then finding them together in the morning, and it’s so cute I had to write it so here’s a lil drabble of it!
“Just a couple more minutes, Pete. Don’t wait up for me.” Tony waved a hand without looking up from his project to where Peter stood in his workshop just a few feet away from him, with Pepper leaned in the doorway across the room, hip cocked against the frame and her arms crossed over her chest.
She had probably sent Peter ahead to try and convince him, but when Tony latched onto an idea, there was no stopping him, and no sense in trying.
Peter exuded an exasperated energy when he stepped in and pressed a kiss to Tony’s head, his hand smoothing across the older man’s shoulder for a moment, before he pulled away and retreated.
“Night, Tony,” he said over his shoulder.
Tony just hummed.
Peter approached Pepper, who put an arm around him and walked with him toward the elevator. The look on Peter’s face told her enough, but she still asked.
“What did he say?”
“He told me not to wait up.”
Pepper made a noise as if it was exactly what she’d expected, and she squeezed Peter a little closer into her side. “Don’t mind him, Pete,” she said sweetly, “Let’s just call it a night.”
Tony didn’t realize that he’d been up all night until Jarvis kindly informed him it was a few minutes to sunlight, and if Tony wanted to switch from artificial light to natural light as soon as it was possible.
He gave a big yawn, eyes watering subsequently, and stretched.
“You know what? Turn everything off. Turn it all off. I’m going to bed.”
He rode the elevator up to the penthouse and dragged his feet as he slowly ventured through the living room and toward the bedroom further inside his personal quarters. He briefly debated showering, but after sniffing his own shirt for a moment, he decided that wasn’t necessary. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken care of himself, but it couldn’t have been too long ago.
The door to his bedroom swung open soundlessly, and when Tony lay eyes on the scene before him, he was glad that it hadn’t made a noise.
The curtains were only partially drawn, allowing the soft light from the early morning sun as it crept just above the trees beyond the premises into the room. The way it fell onto the bed made Tony want to grab his phone and take a picture, but he was frozen on the spot, watching.
In the bed there were two figures.
Pepper was balanced on one side of the bed, so close to the edge that Tony thought it was a miracle she hadn’t rolled over and fallen out yet. Her hair was fanned artfully across her pillow, the light falling in through the window accentuating its natural strawberry blonde. Her eyes were closed, expression peaceful, and her cheek rested on top of Peter’s unruly mop of curls where he had his face buried against her shoulder. Their arms were wrapped around each other, and with the placement of Pepper’s hand on the back of Peter’s neck, Tony could tell she must have been caressing his hair before they fell asleep.
Getting to find them like this was a treat.
Tony considered backing out of the room again and leaving them be – but the temptation to join them was far greater.
Tony stripped, and peeled one corner of the covers back so he could slide in behind Peter. And briefly, he wondered if they’d left that kind of space in the bed because they assumed he’d be joining them. He tried not to think about it too much. He was here now.
Peter was extraordinarily warm and inviting, as per usual. He sidled up against his back, draping an arm over his side, stretching out to lay his hand somewhere halfway up Pepper’s ribs.
Whenever he got to lie down with them, he couldn’t understand why he’d ever want to be anywhere else. Why did he choose to work in the workshop, or down in the lab, for hours upon hours until he had completely exhausted himself, if he could instead rest easy with the two loves of his life every night if he so wished to?
He could have probably thought of a few reasons why if he hadn’t been so exhausted, and so warm with his cheek resting against Peter’s shoulder, body relaxing to the sound of gentle breathing.
Neither of the other two so much as stirred as Tony settled in and closed his eyes, but Pepper’s hand on the back of Peter’s neck shifted to push gently into his hair, and Tony was done for.
He fell asleep within seconds, knowing that soon, he’d get the privilege of waking up the same way he’d gone to sleep – feeling like the luckiest man on earth.
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I call Peter/Tony/pepper Starkerpotts Tony's a cuck who enjoys watching Peter and pepper screw each other senseless or pepper takes Tony's ass with a strap-on while Peter fucks his throat also pepper still has extremis so thing get broken when Peter and pepper go at it
“I was going to say I have a present for you, but I can see you’re busy. Should I come back another time?”
Tony and Peter’s faces both turned toward where Pepper stood with a package in hand in the doorway at the same time. Peter looked embarrassed but not like he was about to move off of Tony’s back, and while Tony looked sufficiently sheepish, he didn’t make a move to push the other off either.
“No, no not at all. We’re never too busy for you, Pep,” Tony said so casually that Peter had to lift his head so that he could give him a puzzled look. What did he mean not at all? As if Peter wasn’t balls deep and Pepper had just walked in on it happening!
“Perfect,” Pepper said, and closed the bedroom door behind her on her way in.
Peter couldn’t help but hold onto Tony a little bit tighter, subsequently pushing in deeper, which had Tony making a soft, satisfied noise. If Pepper noticed, she didn’t comment on it.
Pepper put the brown package in her hands down and took the top off, and both men in the bed craned their necks to try and see what was inside.
The box itself was unmarked and didn’t give anything away, which in turn was already a hint for Tony.
Tony knew these packages. He knew what came out of them, and he knew what would follow, and just that thought alone had his cock twitch where it was trapped against the mattress.
Peter, however, had never seen them before, or heard about them, and thus was not prepared for Pepper taking out what looked to be a large dildo on first glance. Peter nearly sputtered.
“I thought you weren’t coming down from College this weekend, so I arranged for something to keep us busy,” Pepper said, other hand reaching into the box to reveal a harness, and Peter realized that it was a strap-on, which could mean one of two things. Either Pepper enjoyed something bigger every now and again… Or Tony did.
Or both, really. But if he thought about that then he might lose his cool and dump his load into Tony early, and he wasn’t planning on doing that. They had only just started.
That thought rang true more than ever when Tony suggested, oh so casually, that they demonstrate, since Peter looked as if he was about ready to burst.
“I think you’ll like it,” Tony teased him, “Look at you, you can’t even take your eyes off it. Do you want to see me take it, baby?”
Peter, knowing that it was of no use to start lying to himself and others now, nodded wordlessly instead of trying to deny himself this.
And by god was he glad that he accepted. Beside the bed, Pepper slowly undressed, looking absolutely stunning as ever. Peter’s eyes were drawn down as she picked up the harness and stepped into it, tightening it around her hips and thighs until the straps were pressed into her skin and would undoubtedly leave angry red lines once she removed them.
She disappeared into the bathroom briefly to clean the toy thoroughly before use, and when she came back she had attached it to the harness, and it swung dangerously low with the weight of it. No wonder Pepper had tightened the straps so firmly. It must have been heavy.
As if on cue, Peter crawled off Tony, and sat back on his heels to put his full, undivided attention on the woman approaching the bed. He preferred to top himself, but seeing her like that could have made him doubt everything.
Tony spread his legs wider on the bed, still face down, hole glistening and winking at them, still perfectly prepped from where Peter had previously been fucking him down into the mattress.
Pepper removed the box from the bed to give them all the space they needed, knelt down behind Tony, and started lubing up the head of the dildo.
It was large, mostly sizeable in length rather than girth, although even Peter would have felt small beside it if it had been real. It was a pale, fleshy color, and it glistened obscenely where Pepper’s slick hand moved over it.
Peter let out a shuddery breath, drawing Pepper’s attention.
“Do you like it?” She asked him softly, stroking the cock as if it were her own, as if she were trying to pleasure herself with the motion, and Peter swallowed.
“It’s really big,” he murmured in awe, and Pepper flashed him a grin and a wink.
“He’s never taken this big before.”
But Tony didn’t protest. He just arched his back a little farther, pushed out his ass a little more, and Peter watched as Pepper lined up the large head of the dildo and... Jesus. The way Tony’s body swallowed it up was just obscene. Peter reached a hand down and stroked himself slowly, just to be able to take off the edge a little, tension building.
Tony groaned as Pepper pushed in deeper, making him take inch after inch of the toy. She rocked her hips gently when Tony’s body seemed to seize, trying to pull away from the intrusion, but never actually calling for Pepper to stop.
What had to be a good eleven inches disappeared into Tony slowly but surely, with a lot of gentle coaxing and a lot of soft praise from Pepper, until the silicone balls of the toy were pressed up to Tony’s overstretched hole.
The scene from where Peter was sitting was incredible. Pepper looked beautiful, and Tony’s expressions as the toy inched deeper inside of him were forever etched into his retina, and his cock was straining so hard that if he touched himself now, he would certainly come within seconds, so he purposely kept his hand away from his crotch for now and allowed his cock to lay straining between his thighs.
“Such a good boy,” Pepper purred to Tony, lining up her chest to Tony’s back so she could kiss at his neck, at the same spots Peter had been putting his mouth on just minutes ago.
As Peter watched on, Tony shimmied a hand free from where he had them folded under his head, and he reached down. Peter assumed he was reaching for his cock but the hand came to rest low on his belly, and Tony sucked in a breath, and then moaned loudly, and Peter’s brows knitted in confusion.
“Can you feel it?” Pepper purred into Tony’s ear, and Tony nodded breathlessly. When he spoke, he sounded like he had the wind knocked out of him.
“All the way to my belly button.”
Peter, still out of the loop, watched on in confusion for a moment. Then Tony reached out, took his hand, and Peter moved closer when Tony guided it toward his abdomen. Tony sucked in a breath again, and at first Peter wasn’t sure what he was doing, what he was supposed to feel – if he was supposed to feel anything – but then Pepper pulled out a few inches and pressed back in, and Peter blurted out a moan when he felt the toy move through Tony’s skin.
“Is that—” he gasped.
Tony moaned in response.
“Oh my god…” Peter had never seen or felt anything like it before. He’d never thought that something like this could be so incredibly arousing either. But the thought of a toy deep enough inside Tony that he could feel it move through his belly… That took the cake.
Peter squeezed his thighs together, and Pepper chuckled against the back of Tony’s neck.
“I told you he was going to like it,” she hummed pleasantly, and Tony groaned in reply. “Keep your hand right there, sweetheart. Let me show you some more.”
Peter dutifully kept his hand on Tony’s skin just below his belly button, and watched as Pepper started to move in earnest now, pulling out and pushing back in with long strokes and languid rolls of her hips. Like she’d done it a thousand times before, which Peter started to realize now, she probably had.
And every time she bucked her hips, Peter could feel the toy nudge up against his fingers.
After a little while, when Tony’s once slightly pained moans turned into something softer, more relaxed, Pepper straightened up again and pet her hand through Tony’s hair, long nails scratching gently.
“Think you’re ready for a little more, Tony?” She asked. Peter narrowed his eyes. More? What on earth could she mean, more? The box was empty, and he honestly didn’t think that Tony would be able to take another couple of inches on top of what must have already thoroughly stirred his guts.
But Tony merely pressed himself back against the dildo again, and looked at Peter with a smile.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I think I’m thinking what you’re thinking. Peter?”
But Peter couldn’t for the life of him imagine what Tony and Pepper were brewing up in their shared hivemind. Only when Pepper wrapped her hand around the base of the toy and pressed her thumb gently past Tony’s already abused rim. If Peter hadn’t been sitting down his knees would have buckled seeing Tony stretched out so wide.
And Tony only moaned.
“Peter, come here,” Pepper said, and what could Peter do except obey?
She pulled out and held the toy in one hand. Tony let out a protesting groan and Peter’s mouth ran dry when Tony’s hole was gaping, clenching as it tried to close back up but to no avail. It looked so inviting. Slick down to Tony’s balls, open and waiting for him, as if he was just begging for Peter to fill him up.
“Go on,” Pepper encouraged as if she’d been reading his mind. Peter didn’t protest. He lined up and sank in with ease, marveling at how sloppy Tony was around him this time around, how loose and pliant. But not for long.
Pepper pressed up behind him, which already had Peter shiver.
She nudged Peter’s legs apart a little wider and his breath hitched when he could feel the toy in between his legs.
And then lining up along his own cock moving in and out of Tony, and—
Fuck. He knew exactly what Pepper and Tony had been thinking now.
Tony writhed helplessly beneath them as Pepper pushed the flared head of the dildo into him, his thighs trembling when his rim was forced to yield to both Peter’s cock and Pepper’s. It was a slow process, but gradually Tony’s body opened up, until it had both cocks swallowed down like it was nothing.
Peter’s hands dropped to the small of Tony’s back, and Pepper’s grabbed at the older man’s hips, and when Pepper moved, so did Peter, starting up a slow rhythm.
Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long like this. Tony had never been tighter around him, never been warmer, slicker, better, and it left him gasping mindlessly with every thrust.
Tony was a gorgeous mess beneath them. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off him. Every one of the man’s sounds went straight to Peter’s cock, and every nip of Pepper’s teeth against his neck had him shivering, until he knew he was about to reach his peak.
“I’m—” Peter managed, and Pepper nuzzled the back of his neck.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I know. Me too. Go on then. Give it to him. Give Tony your load.”
Peter instantly froze up as if on demand and could no longer hold back. He came to a shuddery orgasm, twitching in between Pepper and Tony, who both eased him through it with encouraging words and slow movements. He’d never been treated quite so wonderfully through the aftermath.
Pepper eased out of Tony to let Peter slink away and drop himself onto his side on the bed so that he could fling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and kiss him.
“Seems to me we made someone very happy,” Tony sounded a bit rough but wonderful, and his kisses seemed particularly sweet at that moment.
Pepper’s hand ran through his hair again and he felt like he was floating.
“Now,” Pepper hummed. Peter looked up to see Pepper sitting naked on the bed, having discarded the strap-on which was now nowhere in sight, and she was coaxing Tony onto his back, “Let’s finish this, shall we?”
She climbed into Tony’s lap and sank down on his cock with ease. There was no doubt in Peter’s mind that she was thoroughly wet and sloppy, just taking Tony down like she’d been the one speared on the toy instead of him. She wasted no time setting up a pace, rolling her hips and grinding back onto Tony’s cock.
Tony’s hands flew to Pepper’s hips and he moaned harder than Peter ever heard him moan before. Sensitive, probably. No wonder. He’d just spent half an hour with a toy larger than his own forearm moving in and out of him with not a single touch to his dick.
Pepper pinched at one of her nipples with one hand and rubbed at her clit with the other as she rode Tony hard and fast, purposeful, and while Tony was never going to last long, neither did Pepper.
Tony seized up and groaned loudly, and Pepper gasped, muscles visibly going taut, and Peter watched the display from where he lay next to Tony and committed it all to memory.
He knew that if his refractory period had been seconds quicker, he would have been hard again almost instantly.
Pepper moaned lowly when she eventually lifted her hips, Tony’s softening cock slipping out and falling limp to the man’s stomach, cum dripping from between Pepper’s folds.
Peter had to squeeze his legs together to avoid becoming hard again. With the scene playing on loop in his mind’s eye and Pepper’s cunt so sloppy and wet with Tony’s cum…
He had to at least try and think of something else. Not that that was really possible.
Pepper dropped herself to Tony’s other side and kissed him languidly on the lips before snuggling up.
The three of them were quiet as they all caught their breath, the sweat on their foreheads cooling until Peter shivered, and Tony reached an arm out to pull him closer into his side too.
Framed by the two people he loved most following a thorough fucking, this was Tony’s favorite place to be. He rarely felt luckier.
“So what do you say, Petey?” he asked eventually when the three of them lay sated and sleepy, limbs loose and eyes mostly shut, “Was that satisfying enough?”
Peter mulled it over for a second, cheeks tinging pink when an idea formed. How could it not, with everything he had just seen and experienced? It was hardly his fault.
“Maybe…” he started, although he hesitated for a moment before he continued, “Maybe we could buy another, and see how much you can really take?”
Tony and Pepper were quiet for a moment. Then Pepper pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at the two men in their bed with a growing smile.
“I like the way you think, Peter. Oh, I definitely do.”
Ever since Pepper was fired from the med bay, she’s been finding ways to repay Peter for how he saved her.
She makes him snacks, pays a little extra attention to him, gives him backrubs when he’s been out Spidermanning and he comes back looking a little worse for wear. Overall, she gives him more affection than she had been before, and she thoroughly enjoys watching Peter soak it all up. She loves the way Peter has started smiling so sweetly whenever their eyes meet, his expression always going soft around her.
It only makes driving him a little crazy when she rides him that much better.
She adores the look on his face when she slams her hips down on his cock, the way he moans when she ruts against him, his hands on her hips squeezing as if he’s trying to get a grip. He’s been getting less and less shy and Pepper takes full advantage of it.
Tony knows what’s been going on behind closed doors and has been very accepting. Encouraging, even. And well… When he decides to walk in while Pepper has just sunk herself down into Peter’s lap, and joins them on the bed, neither Pepper nor Peter protest.
“I hear she’s been treating you well,” he purrs to Peter with a big smile, and runs a hand through the boy’s hair where it’s starting to stick to his forehead.
Peter barely gets the words out when Pepper doesn’t even give him time to gather his thoughts, continuing to rock against him. “So good,” he breathes, and it makes both Tony and Pepper smile.
With the way Tony crawls over to kneel down behind Pepper and press against her shoulder to slowly lower her upper body toward Peter, it’s clear that he thinks that Pepper deserves a bit of a treat as well. After all, she was still the person who had landed in the hospital in the first place, not either of her boys.
Pepper frames Peter’s head on the pillow with her arms, elbows sinking into the bed to keep herself up enough so that she can freely kiss at Peter’s neck and shoulders – which Peter seems to really enjoy, if the way he moans at it is any indication, although that can also be the chance of angle.
Tony has Pepper’s cheeks spread within seconds and wastes no time laving his tongue over her puckered hole right above where she’s sitting on Peter’s cock. She moans against the side of Peter’s neck, slowing down her pace almost to a full stop so that she can enjoy Tony’s tongue on her.
This is not something she’s used to, but that only makes it better.
Tony works her open on his tongue and an added couple of fingers while she slowly grinds down on Peter’s cock. Until she’s ready for more.
Tony undresses and sits behind Pepper with a bottle of lube in hand. Although he’s been thorough, making his intentions clear, Pepper still doesn’t expect to actually get more than his fingers. Those alone could have easily finished her off, but it doesn’t end there.
She hears the rustling of clothes first, and when she looks over her shoulder Tony is undressing. She turns back to continue peppering Peter’s neck in little kisses and hears the cap of the bottle of lube open, and then close again. She knows what’s coming next.
Tony’s cock is big when it first nudges at Pepper’s hole. For all the prepping he’s done, it still takes a bit of patience to get the head of Tony’s cock into her, but when he does Pepper’s cursing and gripping at the bed sheets, grappling for purchase. The feeling’s overwhelming. She’s never been so full before, sitting on Peter’s cock while Tony sinks his into her other hole.
Tony murmurs encouragement, and Peter looks on in awe. Tony stills when he hits home, but he can give Pepper all the time in the world to adjust and it still won’t be enough.
But she takes it like she takes everything; by straightening her spine and showing her boys who’s boss.
She rocks back, and both men moan in unison.
There. That’s what she likes to hear.
Tony takes the hint and starts to move, and she moves along with him, grinding her hips in gyrating motions to swallow up Peter’s cock with her cunt while Tony rocks into her.
She was never going to last long, but the speed with which she is approaching orgasm is astounding. She’s determined to stave it off to make sure that her boys are satisfied first though. They always come first.
Peter shudders beneath her as his orgasm washes over him. His hands on her hips grab so firmly that she’s sure they’re leaving prints in their wake, but she can’t bring herself to care. Peter spills into her while Tony continues to fuck her from behind, speeding up when Peter has softened and slipped out of Pepper, leaving her loose and leaking his cum.
He kisses her when Tony takes over, hands on her hips and cock driving in deep with every thrust. Peter snakes his hand down to paw at Pepper’s clit, and while the angle is awkward it’s all it takes for Pepper to slowly lose it.
She clenches down hard and Tony stills deep inside her, dumping his load deep within while she’s still trembling through her own overwhelming orgasm.
She collapses on top of Peter and Peter welcomes her into his arms, chuckling at her satisfied groan. Tony sits back on his heels, cock softening between his legs, and admires the mess they made.
He almost wants to take out his phone and snap a picture.
And he would have, if Pepper hadn’t reached behind herself blindly to tug Tony down. Tony goes willingly to settle himself down against Peter’s side and drape an arm over Pepper’s waist, fondly watching her as she lies against Peter’s chest, smiling.
“That was really hot,” Peter murmurs when the silence stretching on between them seems to get to be too much for him.
“Pleasant surprise?” Tony asks in a teasing manner.
Pepper pulls him into a kiss, and then does the same to Peter.
She’s pleased. Beyond pleased. Satisfied, loose-limbed, and still basking in the afterglow. She can’t help but think that this is something she needs to keep in mind. There has to be a next time.
“Honey,” she chuckles, giving an exasperated little shake of her head, “That’s an understatement, and you know it.”
When Pepper wakes up, she does so slowly, taking note of everything she can one by one while she still has her eyes closed. She’s in a bed, and she’s warm enough although not entirely comfortably so, a thick blanket weighing the lower half of her body down while her upper half seemed to be mostly exposed.
She realizes she’s opened her eyes, but she isn’t really registering anything yet.
She blinks blearily, trying to focus on the room around her, and when she takes a breath her chest protests, sore and aching.
And with that realization, more details come bleeding in to her consciousness.
The room she’s in is sterile, walls a slightly off-white, and when she turns her head to one side she notices she’s surrounded by medical equipment. If it hadn’t been clear she was in hospital yet then it certainly hit her when she saw the heart monitor beeping away steadily.
She shifts her gaze down. Something is tugging at her hand, trapping it to the bed, and she thinks her hand might be stuck under the heavy blanket, but instead she finds a familiar mop of unruly curls and a warm cheek resting on her fingertips. There’s a jacket draped around Peter’s shoulders, a familiar leather, which means that—
“Hi Pep.”
Pepper turns her head to her other side and finds Tony, holding on to her other hand, looking equal parts worried and relieved. She gives a soft, tired smile.
“Hi Tony,” she sighs. Her voice is scratchy and she has to clear her throat, which makes her ribs ache some more. The deep breath she tries to take after doesn’t really help her situation.
While refusing to let go of her hand, Tony reaches out to grab a cup of water with a straw and help it to Pepper’s lips.
Although Pepper is in pain (which she assumes could have been much worse considering she’s probably on some pretty good painkillers right now) she still smiles at just how gentle Tony is being, and how patient. He holds the cup up until she lets go of the straw and doesn’t take it back into her mouth again after taking a few steady breaths.
“Glad you’re back,” Tony says.
“Glad to be back,” Pepper replies quietly, “How long have I been out?”
Tony looks on his watch.
“About… five hours. You almost woke up a couple times, but you’ve been sleeping for the most part.”
Pepper gives a hum of acknowledgement, and glances back at Peter again.
“Yeah,” Tony sounds a little amused, “Him too. He’s been dead to the world for the past sixty minutes.”
Pepper very gently peels her hand out from underneath Peter’s head to put her hand gently through his curls. He’s still in his Spider-Man getup, and he looks a little worse for wear even from where Pepper is standing.
“He should have gone home, gotten some rest,” she murmurs.
Tony smirks. “Believe me when I say I tried. He wouldn’t have it. Hasn’t moved from your side since you got here, Pep.” Tony leans back in the chair he’s sitting in while still holding onto Pepper’s hand, brushing his thumb across her knuckles gently. There’s some bruising there that he doesn’t want to aggravate, just soothe with a soft, calming motion of his fingertip. “I don’t blame him. And he did save you.”
Now that is information that Pepper hasn’t gotten by. She doesn’t remember too much of what happened before she was knocked unconscious, aside from a pretty serious scuffle when she was trying to get into a building for an external meeting. But even the altercation itself is fuzzy, let alone what happened after that.
Tony clearly catches the look of surprise and disbelief on her face, because he speaks up again.
“Yep. Sure did. Swept right in when he saw what was happening. It was an ambush. You were targeted. We’re working on making sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Pepper is only half listening. Most of her focus is on combing back Peter’s curls and smoothing her fingertips down a bruised cheek. The poor thing…
“He really loves you,” Tony adds, “We both really do.”
Pepper believes him wholeheartedly.
She makes a mental note to be sure to thank him. Properly, once she’s out of the hospital and all her cuts and bruises have been tended to, although she’s tempted to start the second she can. She wants to make sure that she shows Peter his affection is reciprocated, and with the help of Tony she’s sure that she can get her point across. As she lies there, with Peter’s head against her outer thigh and her hand in his hair, she makes up a plan.
And when she proposes the plan that slowly forms to Tony, he is more than willing to help.
They’ll show Peter just how much they appreciate him.
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Pepper’s voice is clear through the haze of what appear to be nerves fogging up his rational thought, and he does as he’s told, lifting his chin a fraction to be able to look at the woman standing close.
Her hands are still on his tie, even though she’s finished knotting it. Tony could have done that himself, it’s not as if he doesn’t know how to tie a tie, but he appreciates the gesture nonetheless. He’s pretty sure that if he tried to tie a Windsor knot, he’d surely tie his fingers up with it in the process. Or while tying any other type of knot.
Pepper gives him a pointed look for a long moment, and just when Tony is about to ask her what she’s doing she opens her mouth.
“You’re thinking too much about this.”
And wasn’t that just the truth.
“Whatever happens following this, we’ll handle it. You know we will. Tony we’ve handled so much worse before. You remember Vegas with Rhodey?”
Tony’s previously tense expression softens into a smile, eyes crinkling at the corners with the memory.
Right. Vegas with Rhodey. They could handle this.
Pepper’s hand comes up to Tony’s cheek and he leans into it, allowing his eyes to fall shut. He breathes in slowly, and tries to let the tension in his shoulders bleed out.
“We’ve got this,” Pepper whispers warmly, and brings him in for a soft kiss, “Now go and get him.”
Tony straightens up when Pepper pulls away with a smile that is equal parts teasing and encouraging. He throws another glance at his reflection in the mirror but he knows he looks good; he’s just stalling.
“Right. Let’s do this then,” he sighs, “Wish me luck.”
Pepper wishes him luck, although it’s not like he needs it. He’ll ace it anyway.
After all, it’s only his first ever public date with Peter Parker.
Peter and Tony both stared at Pepper, wide-eyed and stunned into disbelieving silence.
Had they just heard that correctly, or was this some kind of figment of a hivemind they were previously unaware of?
When they looked at each other for a moment, the perplexed expression they found on each other’s face verified that they had, indeed, both heard it correctly.
A short while ago, they had talked about this, the three of them. It had come up after some commercial had interrupted their TV night and Peter had commented on it. It had been discussed, some fantasies were shared, but that’s where the topic of conversation stayed.
After that, neither Tony nor Peter had thought too hard on it again.
But it was clear that Pepper had, because she had just come into the workshop where Tony and Peter were bent over the same project, both covered in motor oil and soot, and announced that she had stopped taking the pill.
Which could only mean one thing.
Pepper tilted her head curiously at the silence that followed from the two men, and she shook her head fondly for a moment, putting her hands on her hips.
“Well?” She encouraged, her expression shifting into something challenging.
“Which one of you is going to try to put that baby in me first?”
Pepterony beachday date for @trashystarker. Happy birthday you fantastic human being you! I hope you like this lil something-something.
With weather like this on a very rare day off, Tony, Peter and Pepper know exactly how to make the most of the opportunity that presents itself. With plenty of delicious food and ample amounts of sunscreen, the three of them march out to make the most of the private beach Tony completely forgot he owns.
