#tiny!peter

Set a few days after what I’mma call the “Careless Pred” incident:

Peter had been coming in to see Tony almost every day since about week prior. Sometimes the demon tucked him away, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes, Peter even got to watch what he was doing in the lab. 

Today didn’t seem to be one of those days. 

As FRIDAY announced his presence, Peter stepped cautiously out of the elevator, listening for the tell-tale thumps of Tony’s footsteps. 

Silence. 

Curious. Tony usually told him if he was going to be in a meeting, and most-if-not-all other times, he was right there waiting for him. A bad feeling rose in Peter’s throat as he carefully ventured in, momentarily forgetting about FRIDAY. 

He made the hike to the kitchen, poking his head around the marble-countered table. Sure, meandering around Tony’s penthouse should have probably made him antsy, but he’d been around the place countless times... granted, that was with Tony, but everything was fine.

Peter needed to stop talking to himself. He was working up his own anxiety. 

“Mr. Stark...?” Parker called quietly, very nearly leaping out of his skin when the Irish voice from above answered. 

“Mr. Stark is asleep on the couch. Would you like me to wake him?”

Peter blinked, tilting his head with a slight scowl upward. WHICH COUCH? There were like... three on that floor alone, and they were all miles away (to him) from each other!

“No, no! That’s alright. Let him sleep.” God knew Stark needed it. 

Deciding to not risk waking the demon with FRIDAY’s loud voice, the young employee kicked himself into a steady jog, cold creeping up his legs. While the Prey to Go! uniforms were useful for many things, keeping warm was not one of them, and he preferred to keep his toes intact, thank you very much.

It took Peter twenty minutes—Twenty gosh darn minutes to find the couch Tony was passed out on, and by that time, he was shivering slightly and had given up on jogging, panting a little too much for comfort. 

Mr. Stark had sprawled out across the couch in the “common room”, wings not even tucked in and his tail curled over his legs. He was resting his face on his hand, and was dead to the world, snoring like a continental subduction. 

Must have been one heck of a day. 

Peter hopped up onto a cushion of the couch Stark was not sitting on, having to squirm and wriggle to get the better part of his body onto the flat portion. From there, it was a simple clamber up to the back of the couch, which was mercifully low to account for wings, and he could perch. 

He was still cold. 

Frick. 

While Peter could very well withstand a little chill, he had no inclination to sit there for hours, where the temperature would likely drop. 

Peter looked to Tony, cringing. Worst comes to worse, he got kicked out and went home... though, knowing the demon, he’d probably just get eaten again. 

So, swallowing his nerves, the Prey to Go! employee threw the upper half of his body over Tony’s shoulders, braced himself, and hauled the rest of himself up, very nearly overshooting and tumbling down Stark’s chest. 

Success!

And Tony barely stirred, muttering out a muffled noise that sounded like a soft growl or cat purr. 

Peter took a moment to get himself settled, carefully nestling himself in the little niche between the demon’s collarbone and his wing-shoulder, resolving to wait until his customer woke up and be there. 

As he settled, Peter came to a second unfair realization. 

Tony was like a personal heater. He radiated heat. The soft kind of heat that came from a warm breeze. So, not only would he never find a couch as plush as a stomach, but he also would probably never find something as comfortable as sitting on a demon’s shoulder. 

Maybe there were perks to being tiny.

WOOT another request done—

Writing Aunt May sassing Dr. Strange was quite fun :D

Warnings: Fear

This one is inspired by @iphoenixrising amazing Tiny Tim stories.

This is a MCU/Batman/Arrowverse. Michael Snart is the fanon character who is Leonard Snart and Barry Allen son.

Tim was vibrating with excitement today he was going to spend the day with Peter and their new friend Michael. Michael who didn't make fun of Tim for talking steadily about Batman, Robin, Nightwing and the epic Batgirl.

Michael who didn't make Peyer feel uncomfortable about being the son of Tony Stark, Captain America and the Winter Soldier, he treated Peter like a normal kid with cool parents but as he liked to point out not as cool as Captain Cold or the Flash which Tim and Peter didn't understand but didn't mind.

The three had met during one of Bruce and Tony visits to S.T.A.R.S lab they were working on a new medical treatment. The three boys had become instant friends.

Their adventure was going wonderfully until a new up and coming villain wanted to make a big name for himself target the place they were at.

They had no clue what waited for him.

The Three Musketeers as dubbed them by Dick knew they had to keep him distracted until help could arrive began messing with his traps.

JARVIS who would have been keeping an eye on his younger sibling without prompting from their father quickly alerted the Avengers to the situation. It was no surprise to anyone that Bucky was the first to react what with his main little man, his second favourite little man and the Snart kid who was really growing on him, it took everything in him not to go full Winter Soldier on the bastard endangered them.

Bruce or worried Batdad as Babs dubbed him of course had set the Bat computer to monitor Tim’s trip and with both Dick and Jason taking turns watching the feeds with Dick cooing about how cute Tim looked with his Nightwing backpack and Jason snarking back that it was his Robin on Tim’s shirt knew something was wrong the moment Jason started cursing.

Cisco might have teased Barry and Snart for being overprotective parents when Barry asked him to keep an eye on Michael field trip but when the alarm went off he hoped that Barry could keep his husband cool.

The would be criminal was angry that his brilliant traps were easily disabled by three brats one who was clutching a Batrang to his chest fear and determination in his eyes, another sporting Stark tech the same look in his eyes as his friend or the third who told him he better hope it is his dad not his pop who arrives to kick his butt. As he was trying to figure out what to do with these three little pains the lights went out for a second and when they turned back on.

Michael waved cheerfully from the Flash arms as Captain Cold and Heatwave levelled their guns at him.

Tim snuggled deeper into Nightwing embrace as Dick whispered “we are so proud of you Timmy,” while Batman and Robin glared menacingly at the man.

Peter sighed in happiness as he was tucked against the Iron Man armour as the Avengers glared at the man, Bucky itching to fill the man who threatened his Peter with holes.

“You better just surrender if you want to walk out of here.” Batgirl always the voice of reason piped up.

Once the would be criminal was arrested Jim Gordan shaking his head as he listened to the three boys explain how they delayed the bad guy, Michael piping up how lame he was with Tim and Peter pointing out the flaws in all of his traps.

Jim smiled at the three boys they his gaze drifted up to the three worried families standing behind them protectively, “They really are your sons.”

Bruce under the Batman cowl felt a sense of warmth of Jim calling Tim one of his son’s.

A mischievous grin appeared on Michael's face, “I can't wait for our next trip!”

DING DI….NG