Narrator's POV

"Iron Dad! Iron Dad!" Peter bursted through the front door with a piece of paper in his hand. "Iron Dad! Iron Dad!" He kept chanting in the house, looking for his father. He ran into the living area, bumping against something hard, he fell to the ground. "Ow." He groaned.

"Peter! Are you okay?" Tony asked as the helmet of his suit disabled, revealing his face. "Are you hurt? Is someone after you?" Asked Tony. Stephen was right by his side with his glowing shields at his hands.

"No, no, no, no. Look!" He placed the paper in front of Tony's face. "I got a 98% on my math final."

"YASSSSS QUEEN!" Tony cheered and looked his son.

"Dad please-"

"No, that's wrong." Stephen said.

"What?" Tony looked back at Stephen.

"You're suppose to say "lit"."

"Okay, no. I looked it up on the Urban Dictionary." Tony snapped right back at Stephen.

"I actually talked to teenagers about it." Stephen told Tony.

Tony gasped. "Are you saying you're more committed to our son than me?"

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth." Stephen crossed his arms.

"dAdS PleAsE." Peter interrupted their argument.

They looked down at him. "Oh Peter, we're so proud of you." Tony said, messing up Peter's hair. Stephen took the paper.

"I'm putting this on the fridge." Stephen said, walking to the kitchen. Tony helped Peter up.

"Good job kid."

"Thanks."

"Tony!" Stephen yelled from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Tony hurried over to the kitchen. "What?"

"Why is one of the lights flickering?" Asked Stephen, pointing at the light in the fridge that flickered.

"It was from when Peter and I were home alone for a few days." Tony chuckled. "I left it like that because it holds that memory. I don't want it fixed."

"But it flickers and it bothers me." Stephen said, reaching for it.

"No wait!" Tony ran over to it and blocked Stephen's hand. "You don't have to take it out. Just tap it and it'll stop. See?" Tony did so, and it stopped. "You just have to do that every time you open and close to fridge." He said.

Stephen shook his head.

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"Tony I'll be back at seven. I've got the late shift today." Stephen said, grabbing his lunchbox. "You and Peter behave okay?" Stephen opened up a portal, Levi already rested on his shoulders disguised as a white lab coat.

"We will." Tony said.

"Love you." Stephen was gone.

"Hey Peter wanna see something I'm working on?" Tony nudged Peter.

"Heckin yeah I do!" Peter said.

"Come on. Step into the ID&SS Transporter." Tony pressed a magnet on the fridge, and the fridge moved aside, revealing a blue glowing tunnel.

"Whoa." Peter stepped in. "This is awesome." He smiled.

"I know. I built it." Tony said, closing the doors.

"What does ID&SS stand for?" Peter asked looking at Tony.

"Iron Dad and Spider Son." Tony smiled at him. "Just don't tell your Doctor Dad." He whispered.

"Iron Dad you're the best!" Peter hugged him. Tony hugged him back. "Now hold on to your butt!" Tony pulled a lever.

They began to fall down, fast. They zoomed past Tony's lab. "Whoa! Look your lab!" Peter pointed at it and smiled.

"Yup. But that's not where we're stopping." Tony said, pushing the lever father, they went faster. They went through loops and hills.

Peter laughed all the way, it was like an amusement park to him. Tony laughed with him. He looked at Peter, smiling. Oh he couldn't be any prouder of the son he'd raise so far. He loved Peter more than anything, more than life. He couldn't wait to show his son what he had in store.

They stopped. "We're here." Tony said. He opened the doors.

"Wow." Peter was amazed.

It was another laboratory. It was amazing. It had everything a young investor could dream of.

"Dad this is amazing!" Peter exclaimed. His voice echoed throughout the laboratory. "Omg!" He ran over to a table full of gadgets. "Oh, wow. What's that?" He ran over to another. "Look at that!" Then to another. Tony smiled. He chuckled as Peter became a kid at a candy store.

"You like it?" Asked Tony.

"Like it? I LOVE IT!" Peter said. He went over to Tony's side. "You've got all the latest tech to work with here. You will certainly be spending more time here than in your other lab."

"No, I actually I won't." Tony said.

"What? Why? But this is like one hundred times better." Peter looked at Tony.

"Because Peter." Tony took his glasses off and looked at Peter. "This one is yours." He smiled.

"No way. You're kidding me." He jumped back a little. He was trying so hard to not explode with happiness. He didn't want to put his hopes up too high in case Tony was really kidding him.

"It's true. All future geniuses need a basement to go burry themselves in and let their imagination flow in order to make the world a greater place." Tony said.

Peter eyes lit up. He jumped on his father and wrapped his arms and legs around, clinging like a baby koala. "I love you so much dad! Thank you so much!" Peter said.

Tony laughed and embraced his son. "I love you too son." He said.

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"Is it true that when something turns out right or is cool, you say "lit"?" Stephen asked, looking into a boy's ear as he checked him for an ear infection at the clinic.

///0///0

Tony and Stephen were in the living room. Tony was watching tv, while Stephen read a book. It was peaceful and quiet. All was calm.

"Tony do you hear that?" Asked Stephen.

"Hear what?" Tony muted the tv.

Far in the distance there was a scream.

"That." Stephen said again.

"Where's it coming from?" Asked Tony.

"I don't know, but it sounds a lot like Pet-"

"Dad watch out!" Peter's voice suddenly entered the situation.

Tony and Stephen turned around and Peter saw zooming toward them on a bicycle that appeared to have a rocket strapped onto it. The glass window bursted into a million tiny pieces. Peter crashed against the wooden staircase of the Sanctum.

"Peter!" Stephen ran over to him. He lifted all the wood that had collapsed on him and placed it elsewhere. Peter appeared there, with dirt all over his face, his hair was a mess. He removed his goggles. An outline of them appeared within all the dirt that covers his face.

"H-Hi Doctor Dad." He fainted.

"Oh my goodness! Tony get the first aid kit!" Stephen freaked.

///0///0

"Ugh... Wha-What happened?" Peter opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He sat up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. Peter stay down." Stephen said, pushing Peter down again, gently.

"Doctor Dad?" He asked, squinting at a blurry image that looked like his dad.

"You need to stay down for a few hours." Stephen said.

"You hit your head pretty hard." Came Tony.

"Iron Dad?" Peter asked.

"It's okay Peter." Tony said. "I've got Outshine juice bars right here. They're dairy free and really good." Tony said, handing one to Peter.

"Yeah, they truly are. They're made with one hundred percent real fruit juice, they're gluten free, an excellent source of vitamin C, fat free, don't use artificial colors or flavors-"

"Okay Stephen don't kill the fun of a popsicle." Tony said.

"I just want to make sure he grows healthy and strong." Stephen said.

"Dads, I don't like grape." Peter said.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Tony took it back. "I'll get you a nice glass of orange juice then."

"Thank you. I love orange juice." Peter said.

"You get some rest now, okay?" Stephen kissed Peter's forehead.

The grown ups left the room.

A few minutes later, Peter was sitting up in his bed with a glass of orange juice, watching tv. He was watching "CBS News".

"We're just in Tony Stark has bought Outshine and has removed the grape flavored popsicle. He has also bought every orange juice company. Wow, who knew a scientist loved orange juice so much." Laughed the new reporter.

"Right. I'm gonna miss those grape outshine bars Michael. They were my favorite." Another female reporter laughed. "Britain has announced the-"

Peter looked his orange juice and turned to the opened door of his room. "Uh, Iron Dad."