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I'd like to make a few announcements before you lovely readers dive into this fic. *clears throat and adjusts notecards* 

  1. I've never really written Tony Stark before outside of vanilla RP's, so please be gentle and don’t judge me too harshly on his probably terrible characterization. SOBBB.
  2. Peter's Spidey suit is more than likely equipped to handle fires/smoke, but let’s pretend that T Stizzle didn’t anticipate his Spiderling chilling in a burning building for like an hour, mmkay? :lol:  
  3. I headcanon that Peter still messes up from time to time even though he’s wiser about crimefighting now (he’s a teenager, come on!).
  4.  There WILL be spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming if you’ve not yet seen it. Fair warning!
  5. Please do not ask/request Peter Parker material from me, because I will not write it. He’s fifteen, my dudes, and I refuse to fetishize him in ANY way. Thank you kindly. 

With all of that now said... *tosses notecards out the window* Enjoy! :D

 

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Treason

by Spoo

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For the most part, things were awesome. Being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman wasn’t on ‘Avengers’ level or anything, but it still came with a thrilling sense of freedom and responsibility that Peter couldn’t get enough of. And yeah, okay, now that May knew about his secret the dynamics of the household had changed (Peter had to be home by midnight on school nights, but weekends were debatable so long as he didn’t ditch class or class trips anymore). So yup, things were awesome. 

…but soooometimes little ‘issues’ came up. They weren’t serious or anything! Just, you know, maybe going after a criminal that was a tiny bit out of Peter’s league (again), or stopping an out of control car from going off the Whitestone Bridge (and nearly falling off with it), or, in this particular case, webbing into a burning building and trying to save every single person on every single floor without passing out from smoke inhalation in the process. 

Karen dutifully monitored Peter’s oxygen levels and kept him aware of what was and wasn’t stable, but even that hadn’t been enough to prevent a hefty piece of debris from knocking an already woozy, somewhat disorientated Spider-Man out of the eleventh floor window and towards the unforgiving pavement below. Peter felt the rush of cold air enveloping him from all sides as he fell down stories upon stories, waiting for either his built-in parachute to deploy or the inevitable collision that would no doubt kill him. 

Neither happened. Instead, he vaguely sensed the feeling of arms enclosing around him before everything went as black as the billows of smoke rising into the sky. 

- - - 

The first thing Peter noticed upon waking sometime later was that he wasn’t alone. He could hear a voice, but it sounded like the voice was underwater. It occurred to him as he surfaced from the dark depths of unconsciousness that the voice belonged to a woman, but it wasn’t May or someone he regularly associated with. This lady’s voice sounded different. Kinda nice, actually. 

“…think he’s waking up now. No, you’re not going to kill him. Take a breather and get back here when you can.” 

Peter slowly opened his eyes; his blurred vision settled into focus, which granted him a view of a high ceiling. He flexed his fingers and brought a hand towards his face to see if he was still wearing his suit. Sure enough, the expensive red material clung to the digits as he curled them into and away from his palm. What wasn’t on him anymore, he realized with a frigid jolt of panic, was his mask. 

Fearful that he’d exposed his identity to whoever had kidnapped him, he frantically sat up and was surprised to see a familiar face looking down at him. 

“Don’t worry, Peter, it’s just me,” Pepper Potts reassured, easing the teenager’s anxiety. “You’re in a safe place.” 

Relief flooded through Peter, though as he went to respond he found himself doubled over and coughing instead of forming actual words. God, his chest hurt.

“You inhaled a lot of smoke,” Pepper informed, once Peter had managed to catch his breath. “At least more than your suit could filter out. It wasn’t made for longterm exposure to fire, but I have a feeling that’s going to change very soon. Here.” 

A glass of water from a nearby table was brought and handed over, which Peter gratefully accepted. He downed half the glass straight away and then took his time sipping what remained. His throat and chest didn’t feel back up to speed yet, but he was finally able to speak in a muted, hoarse version of his typical tone.

“How did I get here?” Peter asked, and then tacked on another question while he was at it. “And uh, where exactly is here?”

“Take a look around. You should be able to recognize it,” Pepper replied.

Peter turned his head and glanced about, taking in the chrome decoration and floor-length windows and that huge letter ‘A’ on the wall on the other side of the glass—ah. 

“Oh God,” he rasped in realization, transferring his gaze from the recovery room of the New Avengers Facility to Pepper again. Everything suddenly made sense. “Mr. Stark brought me here, didn’t he?”

“He did,” Pepper agreed, spooning a long strand of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear.  

Noooo,” Peter groaned, knowing there was no way he was getting out of his current predicament scot-free. He foresaw another ‘disappointed dad’ lecture in his future. “I’m toast.”

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you’ll get it as bad as you would have if I hadn’t talked him down,” Pepper said. “He’s still not happy with you, though.” 

Peter handed over the empty water glass and rubbed his face with his hands. “I was doing so good, too,” he sighed, and then coughed again when the gesture aggravated his smoke-hurt lungs. “I seriously feel like I can’t go a solid month without screwing up somehow.” He looked at Pepper through sad brown eyes; it was the kind of pitiful expression a guilty child who was dreading their father’s impending return gave. “I don’t want to lose this suit again. Not when Mr. Stark basically just gave it back to me.” 

“Like I said,” Pepper started, taking a step towards the door. “I’ve talked him down from the worst of it, but you’ll probably get an earful anyway when he gets back from putting out the fire.” 

Peter watched as she started to leave the room, and before she could disappear completely he called out as loud as his damaged voice would allow: “Is there anything I can say to him to make it easier on me? You know, like, compliment his shiny shoes, or talk about how epic and smart he is?” 

Pepper couldn’t fight away the amused, fond smile that upturned her lips. “Probably not,” she answered truthfully, hovering in the doorway for another second. “But that’s not all on you. He has a cold but swears he doesn’t, so he’s been extra grumpy lately.”

Oh great, Peter thought despairingly, sinking back into a state of unease as Pepper finally left. Not only was Mr. Stark pissed off that Peter had once again bitten off more than he could chew, but the billionaire also had the sniffles. Talk about the absolute best timing in the world.

NOT.  

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“Hey, Mr. Stark! You’re looking great today.Yeah…the fire. I totally had everything under control, but you know things start falling everywhere when they’re burning, and I know I should have been more careful, which I will be next time, so uh, no worries?” 

Nope. 

“Mr. Stark, hey! How you been?…yeah, things are alright for me. Just saving people from crazy fires, which I’m sure you’ve done plenty of times before, so you know how unpredictable it can be sometimes.” 

Seriously? 

“Hi, Mr. Stark! Glad to see you’re back! My bad about getting knocked out. Should have been more alert, you know?”

Ohh, he was dead. So, so dead. 

Rehearsing what he planned to say to Mr. Stark in his recovered voice wasn’t going very well, seeing as Peter couldn’t seem to settle on what he wanted to spit out. Two hours had passed since he’d woken up at the facility, and by then he’d nearly paced a hole in the floor. He’d heard no word of Mr. Stark’s return, and Ms. Potts hadn’t come back into the room yet, soooo there was little else he could do aside from practicing potential dialogue. 

Peter had briefly—and VERY briefly, at that—considered slipping out of the facility before Mr. Stark got back, but chances were that would put him in even more hot water than he already was. So he stayed put. 

He’d nearly convinced himself that Mr. Stark wasn’t coming back until morning when the doors suddenly opened and in walked the man himself. Peter, who had been perched on a high spot on the wall, jumped down and tried to put together the words he’d recited over and over and over again. 

“Hey, Mr. Stark! I—”

“Save it, kid. I heard every variation of you trying to suck up for the last hour,” Tony said, approaching the couch and sinking down onto the plush piece of furniture. His nose twitched to the right as he sniffed and waited for Peter to respond in three…two…one… 

“Wait, you heard me? Didn’t you just…?” 

“Get back? Nope. Been here for about an hour now. Watching you talk to yourself on camera was highly entertaining, by the way. I miiiiight have even felt a shred of that thing—what do they call it…” Tony snapped his fingers a few times in a feigned way of trying to recall a word “—sympathy? But then I remembered that you almost got yourself killed, again, after taking on more than you could handle, again, and I had to save you, again. Did I say again? Because boy, it’s definitely again.”

Peter could usually (sort of) handle Mr. Stark’s quick and sharp tongue, but in that moment the talking muscle felt ten times faster and way more lethal. How could Peter even respond to that? Fortunately for him, he was bought some time when his mentor turned to suppress a cough into a closed fist. 

Oh yeah, Pepper had said that Mr. Stark was sick. Made sense now that Peter was taking in Mr. Stark’s features beyond an anxious glance: his tired expression, the reddish tint to the man’s nose, the nasal undertone to his voice that Peter hadn’t noticed until then. His spectating stare must have been detected, because Mr. Stark wasted no time nipping Peter’s observations in the bud. 

“Look, whatever bogus hoopla Pepper fed you about me isn’t true. I’m running at full capacity here,” he defended, though the cough he gave after said defense didn’t exactly back up his not-so-believable argument. “Plus, last I checked this wasn’t about me. Spotlight’s still on you, Spidey.” 

Crap. So much for being bought some time. 

“I messed up,” Peter confessed, hoping that broadcasting his mistake right off the bat would make the situation a little easier to swallow for all parties involved. 

“Tell me something I don't know,” Tony replied, unimpressed, as he folded his arms across his chest. “Admitting your failure won’t earn you any brownie points at this stage.”

“But I couldn’t just stand there and not do anything! Those people needed help,” Peter protested, gesturing at the nearest wall as though it were the burning building he’d rushed into earlier that night. “I know I was really pushing it.”

“Oh, you pushed it alright,” Tony commented, rubbing his nose. 

“And I know I should have waited for backup or whatever, but I didn’t and things got worse and now you’re probably going to take this suit from me again, and I—”

Hhk’itschoo!

That…that was a sneeze. Peter looked at Mr. Stark, who was ducked into one of his palms, and said: “Bless you.” 

His polite statement was ignored, but it didn’t appear to be a deliberate action. The wealthy genius was far too busy sneezing twice more to respond. “Ihk’schhoo!—ihhschhoo! 

Peter looked around for a tissue box and didn’t see one in the nearby vicinity. Sheesh, for all the attention, detail, and money that went into the New Avengers Facility you’d think there’d be some kind of high tech tissue distributing machine built into each room. 

“Bless you,” Peter ended up saying again, and this time his courtesy was met with a waving hand of dismissal. 

“Still not—hh!—earning you any brhhhhownie p-points—ihk’tschhoo!

The fourth release appeared to be the last in the sneezy spree, and following its execution Tony kept a knuckle pressed below his septum while he reached into his pocket with his free hand. Procuring what looked like a small stack of folded tissues, he pressed them to his decidedly redder nose and snuffled into the cluster.

Silencio, Parker,” he demanded afterward, not needing to look to know that Peter had another ‘bless you’ fired up and ready to go. “Any comments from you are considered treason.” 

Peter nodded, eyes wide. “Yeah, okay. No comments here.” 

Tony gave his nose another swipe and pocketed the tissues with a clearing of his throat. “Anyway, back to you groveling.”

“What? Oh! I’m reallyreally sorry, Mr. Stark, and I promise if I’m ever in that kind of situation I won’t—”

“Change of plan,” Tony abruptly interjected, rubbing his temples as though he were nursing a killer headache. “Let’s skip the groveling and fast-forward to my sagely advice. Saves time and gets me into a bed quicker.” Sniffing once more, which sounded like a damper ordeal than before (at least to Peter’s ears), Tony concluded: “Don’t do it again, and I am taking your suit back. But only to give it an upgrade so smoke isn’t an issue next time you decide to be an irresponsible punk. Capiche?” 

Peter gaped in disbelief. He hadn’t expected Mr. Stark to be so forgiving and cool about everything—he seriously didn’t deserve it after the reckless stunt he’d pulled—but here the guy was, giving Peter a Get Out of Jail Free card. 

Not even a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade or brightly lit Christmas could compare to the huge smile that seized Peter’s boyish face. “Thank you, Mr. Stark! Seriously, thank you! You will not regret this!” 

Tony stood up from the couch and reintroduced the tissues from his pocket; his breath started to shake as he brought the handful to his flaring nostrils. “Leave your suit with Hahhh…Happy—hhk’ighschoo!—before you bounce.” 

“Will do, and bles—”

Treason,” Tony said firmly, eyeing Peter sharply over the rims of his aviators before the two of them headed out of the room together. 

 

END.

Edited by Spoo

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SleepingPhlox

Ohhh my god.  I made a weird strangled screechy noise and now my cat won't come near me.  Ohh my god. 

I love mentor Tony.   I love sick Tony.  I love sick Tony in denial.  And I LIVE sick Tony in denial having to deal with being a mentor.  And this was just right up my street holy crap.  Your characterisation is perfect and believe me,  I'm fussy about reading Tony,  if something doesn't strike me as quite right I'll stop reading.  This was so good.  And the descriptions,  the little touches like having the folded tissues in his pocket.  We must have very similar tastes when it comes to his character because I swear this almost feels as if it was written FOR me it comes so close to what I love!

I'd like to point out more that I enjoyed but I am getting ready for work,  but man thank you for posting this,  it brightened up a Monday morning! 

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Leafeon78   
Leafeon78

Oh wow this is very good loved reading this.

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@SleepingPhlox: Thank you so much for your lovely comment! :D (Hopefully your cat has forgiven you by this point, hehehe). I was actually TERRIFIED of writing for Tony, because not only is it new territory but his character also has veeeery specific mannerisms and dialogue. He's basically just...Tony, you know? :lol: I did like figuring out his voice on my own, sothere's a good chance I'll write a second part to this~ :whistle:  

 

@pikachu78: Thank you! ^_^ 

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5 minutes ago, Spoo said:

@SleepingPhlox: Thank you so much for your lovely comment! :D (Hopefully your cat has forgiven you by this point, hehehe). I was actually TERRIFIED of writing for Tony, because not only is it new territory but his character also has veeeery specific mannerisms and dialogue. He's basically just...Tony, you know? :lol: I did like figuring out his voice on my own, sothere's a good chance I'll write a second part to this~ :whistle:  

 

Well I hope you do because, yeah, like I said I'm really fussy about reading Tony because like you said, his character is very specifically him, but this has rapidly become one of my favourite fics of him, fetish or otherwise, and I have read it many times since it was posted.  It is just so perfectly him.  Which actually makes my jealous ass wish I could hate it a little bit because it's so far beyond anything I could have ever done!  But I can't hate it even a little because it's just too damn good.  :D  Seriously, long may inspiration strike you because it's so great to see an awesome writer bring my favourite characters to life

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WolfsBane   
WolfsBane

I LOVE THIS!!!! I really hope you continue! 

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Kenzarty   
Kenzarty

Yes please continue!

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helyzelle   
helyzelle

I love Tony Stark and his quick mouth! Your dialogue was spot on, and so entertaining. Well written! I'd love a 2nd part to this story!

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Finally got around to writing (a short) part 2! :D This is mostly Pepperony with a sprinkle of implied Stanner (Tony x Bruce) because I'm a sad, sad fangirl. :P Also, the phrase 'gamma voodoo' was originally coined by Garnet and I'm just borrowing it. :yes: 

Hopefully I'm still keeping Tony in character. :lol: Enjoy!  

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Part 2

 

Pepper had intentionally waited until Peter left to check on Tony, and even then she waited a little longer. Knowing her stubborn boyfriend as well as she did, she knew that he would want extra time to choke down some cold medicine, so that when she did see how he was doing his symptoms would be dulled enough to pass off as nothing. It was a bit ridiculous how he insisted on playing the ‘I’m-not-sick’ game every time he came down with something, but he wouldn’t have been Tony Stark if he didn’t put up some kind of fight.

Prior to entering Tony’s room, Pepper stood in the doorway to survey the scene. The lights had been turned down low and there was music softly playing—one of Staind’s slower songs, she noticed—while Tony himself, who had traded his suit for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, laid out on the bed. If he had taken medicine he didn’t appear much better. Even in the dim lighting Pepper could see how tired and unwell he looked. Poor guy.

“How’s not being sick going?” she asked, stepping into the room and approaching the bed.

Tony didn’t reply right away, but when he did he sounded about three times stuffier than he had when Peter was at the facility. “Just peachy, thanks for asking.”

“‘Peachy’, huh?” Pepper repeated, perching along the side of the mattress.

She extended her hand to settle it across Tony’s forehead, and when he didn’t bat it away she was genuinely surprised. He remained still and compliant as Pepper checked his temperature, which, she noticed, felt somewhat elevated. It wasn’t alarming or anything, but it was enough to know that Tony had caught something significant this time around.

“Are you still ‘peachy’ if you have a fever?” she pointed out.

Tony formed a closed fist against his mouth and coughed into it. When he recovered, he said: “You know I’m always hot for you, Pep.”

Pepper sighed and removed her hand from his brow. “Seriously, Tony?”

When Tony didn’t answer, she wondered if his witty quips were suffering at the behest of his cold. Although, that was before he suddenly lurched to the side, away from her, and shielded his nose and mouth behind steepled hands.

Hhk’ighschh’oo!

That one had some bite to it, Pepper thought, withholding her ‘bless you’ due to knowing more would follow. Sure enough…

Ihh’kschhoo! Ihhschhish!

A fourth sneeze teased him, but it receded before it could fully develop. Tony groaned into the cavern of his hands and stayed laid on his side, too fatigued to roll onto his back where he’d been originally laying.

“Bless you,” Pepper offered, rubbing his back through his t-shirt.

“What is it with you and Parker committing treason today?” Tony grumbled, snuffling. He lowered his hands away from his face and readjusted into a more comfortable position along his side. When Pepper didn’t move following his transition, he turned to give her an incredulous look over his bicep. “I’m actually giving you the opportunity of being the big spoon for once, and you’re not all over this?”

He did have a point.

Toeing off her pumps, Pepper laid behind Tony and molded against the curve of his spine cozily. He wasn’t the tallest person, but he was solid and smelled good as Pepper wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed the back of his fever-warm neck.

Tony shivered at the feel of her petal-soft lips brushing against him and shut his eyes. “Mmmn…keep that up and we won’t be spooning anymore. We’ll be forking.”

“No forking until you feel better,” Pepper chided, nuzzling into Tony’s dark hair. “Until then it’s just cuddles, which shouldn’t be a problem because I’m the best cuddler.”

“And you say my ego is outrageous,” Tony mumbled, suppressing another cough into his fist again. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re the second best cuddler.”

“Second best?” Pepper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Banner. No one tops Banner. Guy’s like a hot water bottle with all that gamma voodoo going on inside of him.”

Pepper shelved her chin over Tony’s shoulder. She knew that Bruce and Tony had had ‘a thing’ once upon a time, and the physicist’s sudden disappearance during the Ultron incident left a gap in Tony’s life. “You miss him, don’t you?”

“I don’t share my blueberries with just anyone,” Tony murmured. “And if you haven’t noticed, it’s kind of hard to find someone who actually speaks my language around here.”

The language in question, Pepper knew, was one only a fellow genius or scientist could understand.

“He’s probably in Bora Bora, laying low and soaking up the sun,” Tony speculated.

“Tony…”

“Then again Banner isn’t classy enough for Bora Bora. Knowing him he’s probably back in some rundown hhhole in th—hh!

Pepper felt Tony gasp in her arms; the sharp intake of air filled his lungs and had his back pressing into her chest. Like he did before, he collapsed forward into hastily raised hands.

Hhh’ittschh’oo! Ihh’szschhoo! Hh—igschhish! Ughhh, I hhhate sneezihhihd’schhhoo!

The mattress moved with each jolting convulsion, as did Pepper, and when it looked like Tony had finally been freed of his sneezy torment she kissed his shoulder blade and said: “Bless you.”

Too exhausted to gripe or refer to his vast arsenal of clever comebacks, Tony slumped, boneless, and sighed. “I’b dyig.”

Pepper pressed her mouth into Tony’s back so she wouldn’t laugh, but it came out anyway. His inevitable admittance to being sick was always so dramatic. It could never be ‘I’m sick’ or ‘I’m not feeling well’, but ‘I’m dying’ or ‘This is the end’.

“Any last words before you keel over?” Pepper played along, humoring him.

“Tissues,” Tony replied.

Separating herself from him temporarily, Pepper leaned across the side of the bed to scoop Tony’s suit slacks from off of the floor. She found a travel pack of tissues in his back pocket and handed them over to him now.

While Tony worked on clearing out his nose, Pepper retook her previous languid curl around him from behind and settled the covers over their waists. “Sweet Child of Mine” by Guns N’ Roses started playing and she hummed along, low and smokey, against the curved shell of Tony’s ear.

Tony kept the crumpled tissues in a loose grip as he tried to get comfortable along the pillows his cheek was presently smooshing into; his eyes felt heavy and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he passed out, rockstar style.

Seeming to sense this, Pepper wrapped her arm around Tony’s waist again and tangled their legs together. There were a million and one things that needed her attention with the company and all, but laying down for an hour with Tony wouldn’t put her too far behind.

Besides, she needed to be with him in his ‘time of need’ considering he was dying and all.

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Arc Reactor   
Arc Reactor

I absolutely loved this! Good job!

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RiversD   
RiversD

YOOOOO guess who has finally seen Spiderman: Homecoming and is now so very Ready For This?!!

Spoiler

It me.

Spoo. Spoodles. Spoochoomoofoo. My sweet lil rice spooding.

This is adorbs.

Like, face-squishingly adorable.

Your Peter-voice is spot on, and the situation you set up with him was very believable post-movie (really super well described as well, nice job with the words there).

On 7/17/2017 at 2:38 AM, Spoo said:

“Save it, kid. I heard every variation of you trying to suck up for the last hour,”

Tony would.

I liked Tony's sneeze(-ing fit :p) interrupting Peter's flow. I can just imagine that he wasn't actually listening for a good half of the apologetic ramble because darnitgonnasneeze, but of course Peter wouldn't notice when he's that worked up, so it throws him right off balance.

On 7/17/2017 at 2:38 AM, Spoo said:

“Anyway, back to you groveling.”

“What? Oh! I’m reallyreally sorry, Mr. Stark, and I promise if I’m ever in that kind of situation I won’t—”

“Change of plan,” Tony abruptly interjected, rubbing his temples as though he were nursing a killer headache. “Let’s skip the groveling and fast-forward to my sagely advice.

Good dialogue, that. Made me smile.

And then Pepper and Tony in sweats being all sick and worn out and cuddles... I die.

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

“Are you still ‘peachy’ if you have a fever?”

ah, Tonyyyyyy... This thing has him so done with life, it's beautiful...

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

That one had some bite to it, Pepper thought

hnnff. Be still my beating heart.

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

Tony groaned into the cavern of his hands and stayed laid on his side, too fatigued to roll onto his back where he’d been originally laying.

LET ME LOVE HIM.

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

“What is it with you and Parker committing treason today?” Tony grumbled, snuffling.

Oh, sweetie, you don't make it easy not to.

And then spooning <3

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

Tony shivered at the feel of her petal-soft lips brushing against him and shut his eyes. “Mmmn…keep that up and we won’t be spooning anymore. We’ll be forking.”

“No forking until you feel better,” Pepper chided, nuzzling into Tony’s dark hair.

Tony. Stop. You've got a lovely voice for him as well. Good sense for the jocular veneer and the greater depth beneath. Not that you necessarily need that for cute cuddling, but it's good.

And just so you know:

On 8/12/2017 at 5:44 PM, Spoo said:

Hh—igschhish! Ughhh, I hhhate sneezihhihd’schhhoo!

This killed me. Dead. Straight through the heart, no prisoners taken. Ran down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. I bid you good day ma'am.

(Also ILU <3 <3)

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Leafeon78   
Leafeon78

Another fantastic chapter really good with this.

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MarauderFanGirl4Ever

Absolutely SO WONDERFUL! I really hope you'll do another chapter. Such great characterization...just ughhhhhh. Great. 

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