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The video opens to Peter, Tony, and Pepper sitting at the kitchen table. Tony is at the head, then Peter and Pepper are next to each other on his left. 

“Hey guys!” Peter says brightly, waving at the camera. “Welcome back to the Ironfam! As you all probably know, Mr. Stark and Pepper got married about a month ago, and they got back from their honeymoon last night. I know, right? Their honeymoon lasted a month. It was a little insane, and I missed them like crazy, but they’re back now, so we’re going to do a video! Now, I had a different video idea, but Pepper and Mr. Stark really wanted to do this one, so it’s what we’re doing! Today, we are going to be doing the Whisper Challenge!” 

“Pepper and I saw some of these while we were gone,” Tony explains. “And we thought it could be fun, especially to see what crazy things we come up with.” 

“How this works,” Peter goes on. “Is that one of us is going to put on these headphones,” he holds them up. “And play loud music through them, so we can’t hear what’s being said to us. Then one of the others will whisper a sentence that we found on the internet, and the person with the headphones on has to guess. Each person gets to say 3 sentences. There’s no winner or prize or anything; this one’s just for fun! So, let’s get into it!”

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Tony’s wearing the headphones. 

“I’m going to say sentences to Mr. Stark, first,” Peter explains. “Some of these are… really weird, so, I hope they’re not too hard?” 

“Can you hear me?” Pepper asks Tony. 

“What?” Tony shouts. “Have we started?” 

Peter waves his hands at him. “Ready?” he asks. 

“If you just asked if I’m ready, I am,” Tony says loudly, giving a thumbs up to the camera. “Get on with it, Parker!” 

Peter laughs, and looks down at his phone, before looking back up at Tony. 

“I got bitten by paper and scissors,” he says quiety. 

Tony squints at him. “What?” he shouts. “Say that again!” 

Peter bursts out laughing, while Pepper giggles from beside him, before taking a deep breath and trying again. “I got bitten by a paper and scissors!” he says again. 

“I wanna play rock paper scissors,” Tony exclaims, reaching up to take the headphones off. 

“No, no, that’s not right!” Peter waves his hands away, laughing harder. “I got bitten by a paper and scissors,” he says slowly, over eggagerating the enunciation. 

“I bought paper scissors?” Tony says, sounding confused. “That doesn’t make sense, Peter, scissors made of paper won’t work!” 

Pepper looks to be dying of laughter, as Peter leans back in his chair, laughing and shaking his head. “No, Mr. Stark!” he exclaims. “Come on, you got this! I got bitten by a paper and scissors!” 

“I got busy?” Tony asks. “That’s a silly question, Peter, I’m always supposed to be busy and never doing any of it!” 

Peter leans in closer. “I,” he says. 

“I?” Tony asks. 

“Yes!” Peter nods. “Got.”

“Got?”

“Bitten.”

“Bitten…” 

“By.”

“By?” Tony asks. 

“Yeah. almost there!” Peter nods encouragingly. “A paper!”

“A paper?” 

“And scissors!” 

“And scissors?” Tony looks at the camera. “I got bitten by a paper and scissors?” 

“Yes!” Peter cheers, giving Tony a thumbs up. “Okay, next one! Are you ready?” He gives Tony a questioning look. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready, get a move on, kid!” Tony says. 

“Okay, here we go…” Peter scrolls through his phone for a moment, before giving a shout of laughter and looking up. “I have a fear of jelly tots.” 

Tony gives Peter a shocked look. “Excuse me? Peter! I thought this was a family channel!” 

Peter starts laughing again, before shrugging at the camera. “What? Jelly tots are not natural, so I think it’s perfectly normal for me to have a fear of them. Okay, Mr. Stark, listen! I have a fear of jelly tots.” 

“I have a finger of jelly tarts?” Tony asks. 

“No, no, I have a fear of jelly tots!” Peter says happily, laughing even harder. 

“I have a figure of jelly… farts?” Tony asks. 

Pepper gives a shout of laughter, while Peter hits his head on the table a few times. 

“I… have… a… fear… of… jelly… tots!” Peter says, enunciating clearly. 

“I have a fear of jelly tots!” Tony shouts. 

“Yes!” Peter says, exasperated. “Okay, last one. Um… oh, this is a good one! You moved my cheese!” 

“Evil britches,” Tony says, completely serious. 

Pepper dissolves into laughter, not even making any noise, just kind of gasping for air while her shoulders shake. Peter rolls his eyes. 

“Come on, Tony, give the kid back his cheese!” Pepper laughs. 

Tony just looks confused. 

“You moved my cheese,” Peter says, giving Tony an accusing look. “Why’d you do that, Mr. Stark?” 

“You moved my shins,” Tony says decisively. “That’s a little concerning, kid, but whatever.” 

“No, you were so close!” Peter whines. “You moved my cheese!” 

Tony stares at him blankly for a moment. “Cheese?” 

“You moved my cheese!” 

“You moved my cheese?” 

“Yes!” Peter cheers, pulling the headphones off Tony’s head. “Finally! Who knew you were so bad at this?” 

“Oh, shut up, kid,” Tony rolls his eyes. “Move over, my turn.” 

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Pepper is now sitting at the head of the table. Tony is in Peter’s spot, and Peter is in Pepper’s. 

“Okay, Pep, ready?” Tony asks. 

“Ready!” Pepper says, just a little louder than necessary. 

“If you’re reading this,” Tony says, shaking his head slightly. “It’s too late.” 

“If you really listened you’d love me,” Pepper says. Peter laughs loudly. Pepper looks at the camera. “I mean, it’s true, you could really work on your listening skills.” 

Tony rolls his eys. “If you’re reading this,” he says, very slowly and clearly. “It’s too late.” 

“If you’re reading this it’s too late?” Pepper asks. 

“Yes!” Peter cheers. “Good job, Pepper, you’re way better at this than Mr. Stark!” 

“Oh shush,” Tony swats Peter’s head. “Next one. Your breath smells like onions every time I kiss you.” 

“Your breath smells like onions every time I kiss you,” Pepper says confidently. “That’s very rude, Tony.” 

“What?” Tony exclaims, looking offended. “How the hell did you get that so quickly?” 

“The music stopped right as you said it,” Pepper shruggs. “I heard you. Next!” 

“That’s cheating!” Tony exclaims. 

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“I threw a walrus at your grandmother,” Tony says. 

“I threw up on grandma,” Pepper responds. “God, I hope not, that wouldn’t be good.” 

“I… threw… a… walrus… at… your… grandmother,” Tony says, ridiculously slowly. 

“I don’t like walruses or your grandma,” Pepper says, before giving a knowing look to the camera. “I mean, that’s true. His grandmother was not a very nice person.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Tony snapps jokingly. “Just because it’s true, doesn’t mean you can go around speaking ill of the dead.” 

Pepper rolls her eyes. 

“I threw a walrus at your grandmother,” Tony says again. 

“I threw a walrus at youur grandmother?” Pepper asks. “Tony, that’s not very nice!” 

“Well, you got it,” Tony gestures for her to take the headphones off, which she does. “Now it’s your turn! Here you go, Pete!” 

Tony drops the headphones into Peter’s lap. 

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Peter is now at the head of the table, with Pepper next to him, and Tony next to her. 

“Alright, Peter…” Pepper looks down at Peter’s phone in her hand. “It’s nice to have black mice.” 

“I got hit by a bus,” Peter says, sounding completely confident in his answer. “Regina George, is that you?” 

“Why have you seen Mean Girls, Peter?” Tony asks, looking confused. 

“Why have you seen Mean Girls?” Pepper asks, turning to him. “For you to understand his reference, you’d have had to see it, too.” 

“Okay, Mean Girls is a hilarious movie,” Tony says defensively. “I just didn’t think it was one Peter would have seen. No need to get all accusatory.” 

“Guys!” Peter shouts. “Come on!” 

“Okay, okay,” Pepper turns back to Peter. “It’s nice to have black mice.” 

“I guess I gotta drive a black bus?” Peter asks. 

“No,” Pepper laughs. “It’s not about a bus, okay Peter? No bus! It’s nice to have black mice.” 

“It’s nessy grabbing a black… bus,” Peter says, looking sheepish. 

Tony and Pepper both roll their eyes. “You’re ridiculous, Pete,” Tony sighs. 

“It’s…” Pepper says, trying to go one word at a time. 

“Eeeeeeeee?” Peter shrieks questioningly. 

“Oh my god, Peter,” Tony rolls his eyes. “You are the weirdest kid I know.” 

“It’s nice to have black mice,” Pepper says, slowly and clearly, over egaggerating her mouth shapes. 

“That’s a nice kiss on black mice?” Peter asks, looking confused. “I don’t kiss mice, Pepper, sorry.” 

Pepper rolls her eyes. “It’s… nice… to… have… black… mice.”

“It’s nice to have black mice?” Peter asks. 

“Yes, Peter!” Pepper cheers. “Next one. The low light looks a little gloomy.” 

“It’s a little gloopy?” Peter asks. “Ew, gloopy. That’s such a weird word.” 

“The low light looks a little gloomy,” Pepper says again. 

“The low light looks a little gloomy,” Peter looks at Tony apologetically. “Sorry, Mr. Stark, the song changed right when she talked. I guess I’m a cheater.” 

“Yes, you are,” Tony snaps jokingly. “You and Pepper both are. My whole family are cheaters.” 

“Oh, hush, Tony,” Pepper says. She gives him a look, and he settles down. “Okay, last one, Peter,” she says. “I’m going to be a big brother.” 

Peter gives her a blank look, completely confused. “I’ve got a pig for uncle mother?” 

Pepper laughs lightly. “No, Peter. I’m going to be a big brother.” 

Peter still looks confused. “I’ve got a pig and funky weather. This doesn’t make sense, Pepper! What are you saying to me?” he shrieks, throwing his head back dramatically. 

“I’m… going… to… be… a… big… brother!” Pepper exclaims, once Peter’s looking at her again. 

“I’ve been a big bother,” Peter says, before gasping and pressing a hand on his chest, giving Tony an offended look. “Mr. Stark! You said I could never bother you!” 

“You’re bothering me now,” Tony says, laughing. “Come on, Pete, try again.” 

“I’m going to be a big brother,” Pepper says. 

“I’m going to be a big brother,” Peter says. 

“Yes!” Pepper nods. 

“Did I get it?” Peter asks. “I got it? Yay!” 

He reaches up and takes off the headphones. Tony and Pepper share exasperated looks, as it appears that Peter did not understand the message. 

“Peter,” Tony says, looking at him seriously. “Say the sentence again, and really think about it.” 

Peter gives Tony a strange look. “I’m going to be a big brother? What, does it mean something?” 

“Peter,” Pepper says gently, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “You’re going to be a big brother. You.” 

Peter looks at her for a moment. “I’m going to be…” realization seems to hit. “...a big brother? I’m going to be a big brother? You’re pregnant?” he shrieks, leaping to his feet. 

“Yes!” Pepper nods. “Yes, Peter, I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh my god!” Peter shouts. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant!” 

Tony and Pepper share a worried look, as they can’t tell if he’s excited or not. 

“Yes…” They say in unison, sounding cautious. 

“This is the best day of my life!” Peter shouts, jumping up and down. “Oh my god, is it a boy or a girl? Do you know yet? It doesn’t matter, I’m going to be the best big brother in the world! Oh my god!” 

Peter suddenly sits back down on the table, and drops his head into his arms. He appears to be crying. “Oh my god,” he says again, looking up, his eyes teary. “There’s… there’s a baby. Inside of you! I’m gonna… I’m gonna be a big brother!” 

Pepper and Tony both stand up and hug him tightly. 

“Yes, you are,” Tony says softly. “And you are going to be the best big brother ever.” 

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It’s just Tony and Pepper, sitting at the table together now. 

“Well,” Tony says. “YouTube is the fist media platform to hear the big news, so I hope you all feel honored. The Ironfam is having a baby!” 

“Peter’s a little… emotional about it,” Pepper explains. “So Tony and I are going to do the outtro.”

“We hope you enjoyed this video,” Tony says, having memorized Peter’s outtro. “Like and subscribe if you want to see more of… this. See you all next time!” 

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ILoveYou3000: Oh my god, a baby! I’m so excited! I hope it’s a girl!

SunflowersandIrises: Congratulations! I’m so excited for you all!

IronfamFan: This was so cute and funny! Congratulations, all of you, and I can’t wait to meet baby Stark!

DoritoGod: #Irondad for real this time