It’s Magic, You Know!
Tony Stark wasn’t afraid of the unknown. He just didn’t like it. As a man who knew most of the worlds secrets, ones he didn’t were just... stressful.
So when he walked into Peter Parker’s room to see his kid floating above his bed, he was... stressed. Because he definitely wasn’t terrified out of his mind, and he definitely didn’t scream (no matter what Peter said). It was just not what he expected to see when all he wanted to do was ask the kid what he wanted to eat.
Peter landed back down on his mattress, smiling wide. He started to speak, completely glossing over the fact that he was just floating (Tony definitely was a hive mind for the ‘eccentric’, there was no doubt about that).
“You’re gonna have to say all of that again,” Tony said, as the kid stared at him. He blinked, shaking his head to wake himself up. This was just a dream, right? A weird, vibrant, dream that he just can’t escape. “Because I’m still a bit taken back over all of-,” Tony waved his hand in Peter’s general location, “that.”
“First of all, rude,” Peter said, flying over to where Tony was stood. He cackled at the man’s expression, “Second, Loki’s an excellent teacher,” and with the wiggle of his fingers, a small burst of fire lifted from his open palm.
“Oh no, no, no, god- this has to be a dream,” Tony said, mostly to himself. “Tell me that I just saw that wrong. Because Peter Parker cannot produce from fire from nowhere.”
“You saw that wrong.”
Tony stared, his face blank. He watched Peter’s smug little smile, and suddenly he wanted to find his way up to Asgard to shout some choices words to a certain sorcerer.
“You little shit,” Tony sighed, “This isn’t a dream, is it? You can actually do that now. This is a thing,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus, no wonder I have grey hairs. You’re going to be the death of me, Parker.”
“I think that might be because of old age, Mr Stark,” Peter winked, “Nothing to do with me, unfortunately.”
“You-,” Tony went to return an insult, but Peter wasn’t there. Right. He must’ve teleported. Yes, teleported, before Tony could even take a breath.
Peter knowing magic was not good for anybody. Peter being able to burst in and out of a room in a second, or throw fireballs, or fly, really, really, wasn’t good for anybody.
Especially Tony Stark. Because, apparently, Peter loved to prank his mentor at any given moment. And, wow, he was persistent, not letting a single day go by without something happening.
Peter ran into the living room one day, when all the Avengers were sat around for their weekly movie night. But, at that moment in time, Peter wasn’t Peter. He had shaped shifted himself into a kitten, one so adorable that even Tony would want to hold it.
“Oh my gosh!” A very excited Scott Lang said, picking ‘Peter’ up. He brushed the fur into a neat style, before he held the little animal up for the team to see, “Look! It’s a kitten!”
Tony eyed the new intrusion. There was no way some cat got into his tower. This was probably Parker’s doing, or something worse. He felt on edge, as if something was coming.
“Strange- check that cat,” Tony said, quickly. When all of the team stared at him in confusion, he almost flushed under their stares. “Look- what if its a villain disguised as a cat? I’m just looking out for our safety.”
“Tony...,” Steve said softly. It was patronising, actually, but Tony wasn’t ready to restart that argument all over again. “Did you get much sleep last night? Look- I know you like to make all our tech, but you really shouldn’t prioritise it over your well being..,”
“Right, okay, we’re not doing that,” Tony said... but did he? Because maybe he was acting delusional... but, no, his gut was always right. “Strange, if you would.”
With a flick of Stephen’s wrist, the little kitten in Scott’s hands glowed. Before their eyes, the animal turned right back into Peter Parker.
Landing in Scott’s lap, pushing them both to the floor, Peter giggled widely. Oh, he was having too much fun with this (even he did get caught out this time).
Scott groaned, his face smushed into the carpeted floor, “I’m going to have trust issues with cats now,” he mumbled.
“Ha!” Tony exclaimed, drawing the attention back to himself. “I really put the genius into-,” and Tony wasn’t able to finish gloating, as the kid ran over to him and transported both of them to the Pyramids.
“Uh-,” Tony blinked, staring at the world wonder. He stared at Peter, “Jesus christ, why on earth did you take us here?”
“Do you think you could make them miniature and steal them? I mean, they did it in despicable me. So, are you the smartest person on earth if you can’t?” Peter shrugged, eyes not leaving the little sparks he was producing in his hands. “Plus, they’d make a great gift for MJ. I wonder if they’d still be too heavy as a pair of earrings?”
Tony Stark once thought himself to be weird. Perhaps he was the weirdest person he knew. That was until he met Peter Parker. Because, what the hell? What went through the kid’s head? Seriously? Sometimes Tony worried about him.
“Yeah, we’re not doing that,” Tony said, leaning back on the floor they landed on. “Good view though,”
“Yeah it is,” Peter agreed, crossing his hands as he looked at it. “Well, I’ll see you later!” Peter grinned, before disappearing before the old man.
“What the fuck,” Tony muttered, glancing around. There was no way the kid just abandoned him in Egypt? Oh god, if he did... he was so grounded.
Before he could get the chance to think about it, Peter reappeared. He was laughing. Hard. “You should’ve seen your face. Oh my god,” he laughed, grabbing Tony’s hand. “You actually thought I left you behind!” He was still laughing, as be brought them both back into the living room.
“I’m never letting Loki around you again,” Tony groaned, trying his hardest to bite back his smile as Peter continued to laugh.
After a week, Tony found out some very important news. No, his kid actually wasn’t magic. Loki had just cast a spell on him that gave him his powers for a small amount of time.
When the God came down to reverse the spell, Tony brought him aside and asked him to help him with something. He got his powers back from Peter, only for them to inhabit Tony Stark for the afternoon.
And when Tony randomly appeared in Peter’s school that afternoon, Peter’s eyes went wide. Tony could see in his eyes that he just realised he had been caught.
Getting a big, sparkly, lunchbox out of thin air, Tony put it down on Peter’s desk. “Petey-Pie,” he smiled, “You forgot your lunch!”
Feeling the power in his hands, Tony started to plan the best revenge plan that he could in the small time frame.
Peter was going to regret messing with the great Tony Stark.