Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

Catch up with the cool kids

Peter and Tony sat on the couch together watching the news silently, usually Peter didn't watch the news but Tony has insisted that he listened to this story about a bear who broke into a house in Alaska only to raid their fridge and sleep on the couch.

"Honestly," Peters starts gaining the attention from Tony, "This bear is a whole mood."

Tony blinked at Peter, who's face never left the screen. Though he sensed his mentors gaze and had to stifle a laugh.

"A mood?" Tony repeated confusion dripping off his words like water.

Peter turned his face and met Tony's, nodding slightly confirming his words.

"Yes, a mood. I'm just saying that I relate to the bear pretty much."

Tony's brows furrowed and his nose scrunched up in fake disgust.

"Is this another example of your pop culture shit, I've told you to talk like an actual human being when you're around me."

Peter laughed,

"This is normal human language old man, you gotta start using your brain for something other than science at some point."

"I can't believe you just insulted me,"

Peter barked out another laugh,

"Trust me, my insults will be the last of your concerns if you don't learn my language."

"Hah! So you admit. It isn't normal human language!"

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Peter swung through the air, clutching the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground, whooping out shouts of glee.

Tony flew right past him, chuckling into the coms.

"You're honestly the only person this excited to fight a possum themed villain."

"Yeah, honestly. What was going through this guys head when he was choosing it?" Muttered Clint, his voice giving off nothing but annoyance.

"The weird ones are always the best ones Mr.Stark, I can promise you that," Peter chirped after successfully doing a flip in mid-air

"Oh I know kid."

"What do we know about him," Natasha asked, shutting up any other unprofessional comments.

"Well, he has razor sharp claws and teeth-" Steve was cut off with a loud groan from Sam.

"So keep attack's at a distance," Steve finished, panting from the amount of running.

Peter let out a soft chuckle at the sight of the villain, he was literally wearing a skin tight fur suit.

The suit covered every amount of its body save for the little opening wear the mans face stuck out. He mouth was pulled into a grimace, his blood decorated teeth seeping out from his lips.

"This is the ugliest suit I've ever seen, and I've been through a home-made onsie," Peter squawked,

Clint laughed into the coms, Peter could hear him struggle to pull out some arrows from his bag,

"To right you have,"

"You can't talk birdbrain, your first outfit had shoulder pads" Tony retorted,

Natasha puffed into the coms as peter lead civilians out of nearby stores and apartments.

"We don't talk about those dark times," Clint muttered gravely, Sam laughed loudly. The engine of his winds sputtering away softly in the back ground.

"Anything else we know about him?" Peter asked while helping an old lady from behind the counter,

"Yes," Steve replied, happy to be back on topic, "When he is tense/stressful or wounded he will pretend to be dead-"

"Now I'm seeing where the name comes in now," Sam adds,

"But honestly that's a whole mood," Tony laughs,

Peter sputters into the coms,

"Mr.Stark you did not,"

"I think I did,"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"What did you just say?" Asked Clint,

"I said the damn possum is a mood, come on Legolas. Catch up with the cool kids." Tony replied, Peter could practically hear his smile. So in return, Peter starting cracking up.

The kind of laugh that's infectious and seemed to be terminal.

"Karen, please tell me you recorded the coms."

"I have been Peter,"

Peter could hear Tony gasp one last time before dissolving into fits of laughter.

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