My little brother got all shocked the other day when I said "I think not!" in response to something he said. Apparently, that's too fancy for me to say. I don't know how that is fancy, but I also don't own Marvel.

This was a request by @catlove1234568. I'm kind of curious why there isn't a 7, but I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: embarrassment and black mail.

"Don't do it. I'm begging you, Natasha." Peter was on his knees, his hands raised in a placating gesture in front of the Black Widow.

Natasha twirled her phone between her finger skillfully and flashed the photo of Peter stuck to the ceiling from a few days ago. "I don't know, Pete..."

"Please!" Peter shot her his best puppy eyes, even knowing that she was one of the only ones who could occasionally resist them.

"How about...I won't show this to the Avengers..." Natasha smirked. "If you call Tony dad for the rest of the day."

Peter's eyes widened. "No! Please, Nat, anything else!"

Natasha pouted exaggeratedly. "I guess I just have to send this to..."

"Fine! Fine, fine, fine." Peter stood up. "I'll do it if you delete the picture."

"That's what I thought." Natasha looked to the ceiling. "FRIDAY, keep the picture safe in case he doesn't follow through. I'll delete it from my phone, and then when he's done, delete it from your servers."

"Of course, Miss Romanoff." FRIDAY replied.

Peter sighed.

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"Hey, dad!" Peter called as he entered the kitchen, grimacing a little.

Tony dropped his coffee mug. He turned to Peter with wide eyes.

"I lost my flash drive the other day. You know, the one with the coding for an experimental spider drone? I was wondering if you knew where it was. It's probably in your lab, and I thought you might have seen it." Peter rambled.

"I-it's on the...the table by the doors, I think." Tony muttered, trying to process what just happened. He picked up another coffee mug Steve had helpfully made him.

"Thanks, dad!" Peter yelled, scurrying out of the room with a red face.

"He called me dad." Tony turned to Steve with a blinding smile.

"That he did." Steve glanced at Natasha. She was definitely behind this.

Natasha just smirked.

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"Dad, can you hand me the flat-head screwdriver? The one we were using a minute ago." Peter was glad that the gadget he was working on hid his face well enough that Tony couldn't see him blushing.

Tony worked up the courage to say what he wanted to say, then handed the screwdriver to Peter with a flippant, "here, son."

Peter hit his head as he jumped up and cursed loudly.

"Language." Tony admonished, gently steering Peter to a free lab stool.

"Y-you called me son." Peter mumbled.

"And you called me dad." Tony replied.

"So, your okay with that? I mean, Natasha told me to do it, but it is how I think of you, but if your not cool with it, I mean, that's okay, but I-" Peter didn't look at Tony or take a single breath as he ranted.

"Kid. Of course I'm okay with it. Your practically my kid anyways, I don't mind the titles." Tony interrupted.

Peter smiled. "Okay...dad."

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Natasha almost cried relieved and happy tear when the next day, Peter and Tony called each other 'dad' and 'son.' Her plan worked.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed!!

Bye!