An-Peggy, Howard and Jarvis come from the past via time travel. Irondad angst

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Tony was tinkering away in the lab early Saturday morning. It was eight o'clock so peter was still sleeping. It was serene really, Tony had gotten a solid eight hours sleep, he'd even eaten breakfast. But all good things come to an end. He heard the crash behind him and whirled around excepting to find DUM-E or U messing with one of the suits. He definitely didn't expect to find his father, his aunt Peggy and Jarvis standing and looking around.

"What the ever-loving fuck is going on?" Tony breathed. Howard blinked at him and stepped forward, Peggy and Jarvis followed.

"What year is it?" Howard asked desperately, Tony blinked for a moment.

"September twentieth twenty-twenty." Tony breathed, if he was thinking right he was shitting his pants.

"It worked!" Peggy exclaimed excitedly. Tony fell back into his chair.

"I'm assuming you mean time travel?" Tony breathed, holding his head in his hands. This was far too much for him right now. Not with how much Peter had been going through.

"Yes! Where are we?" Howard asked, Tony dropped his hands and looked at Howard.

"You don't even recognise your own son?" Tony said quietly. Jarvis's mouth dropped open.

"But, but you can't be younger then forty master Anthony!" He exclaimed, Tony nodded shakily. Cringing at the use of his full name.

"It's Tony now. How old am I when you're from?" Tony asked. Peggy blinked before stepping forward.

"Five. I must say you've aged." She said with a soft smile. Tony nodded.

"The world has not done me well aunt Peggy." He breathed.

"Boss, Peter is headed your way. He is in distress." FRIDAY's voice rang out. Tony jumped from his seat.

"What was that?" Peggy asked, Tony waved a hand.

"FRIDAY, my artificial intelligence." He said swiftly, wiping of the motor oil from his hands and face.

"Who's Peter?" Howard asked.

"Your grandson." Tony said softly. The door slid open and in walked Peter, barefoot, baggy shirt barely clinging to his shoulders, stuffed animal held firmly to his side, knuckles rubbing his crying eyes. His hair was flying everywhere and his face was red and splotchy.

"Oh, Peter." Tony breathed. Peter had been having non-stop nightmares since the vulture, Tony couldn't bare to see his son like this. He hadn't had nightmares since he was five, and there he was having them with so much force even after his sixteenth birthday.

"Dad? I had another nightmare. I, I, threw up again and my sheets were all sweaty and I could fall back asleep. FRIDAY said to come to get you." Peter said shakily, Tony rushed over to him and pulled him into a firm hug. Peter pressed his fade into Tony's shoulder.

"Did you throw up in your bed again?" Tony asked gently. Peter shook his head into his shoulder.

"No, made it to the bathroom." Peter said quietly, Tony nodded.

"That's good Bambino. We're you back with Toomes again?" Tony asked quietly, Peter nodded shakily into his shoulder.

"Yeah, I was, I was under the building but this time I couldn't get it off of me. When I woke up I thought my sweat was blood and I could help throwing up." Peter cried into his shoulder, Tony rocked him lightly and shushed him.

"Shh, shh, you're okay. You're okay. You're not there, you're not under the building, you're here, in Stark towers, in the lab, and you're with me." Tony said firmly, Peter nodded into his shoulder, holding him tighter.

Peter sniffles and pulled back from him, pouring lightly, "I just put those sheets on too." He said with a small grin. Tony threw his head back and laughed.

"That's ok, we can throw em in the washer and have them dry by tonight," Tony said, Peter nodded, rubbing his eyes.

"I accidentally broke my glasses when I woke up, do you have the spare from my desk?" Peter asked timidly. Tony nodded, rushing past Howard, Peggy and Jarvis, opening the draw on Peter's desk and pulling out the case. Carefully pulling out Peter's wire-rimmed glasses and abandoning the case. Peter took them gradually and sighed.

When he turned on his heel and saw the three standing there and hid his stuffed toy behind his back. He blinked rapidly before turning his head, gritting his teeth and talking through them to Tony.

"I'm not still dreaming am I?" Be asked, Tony stepped closer to him.

"Wish you were PB," Tony replied, Peter nodded quickly.

"I'm going to have a shower and change clothes," Peter said, stepped backwards out of the lab and turning and running down the hallway. Tony blinked and smiled sheepishly at the three staring at him dumbfounded.

"That's um, that my son. Peter-Benjamin Edward Parker. Hyphenated first name." Tony said awkwardly.

"Who's the mother?" Peggy asked, Tony reddened.

"Well you see, we don't know. I kind of had this wild child playboy phase, his mum fumbled him on my doorstep after he was born." Tony said nervously. Peggy nodded.

"You're good with him." She said, Tony nodded.

"I've don't pretty well." He said.

"So how old is he?" Howard asked. Tony shrugged.

"Just turned sixteen. And before you say anything about the nightmares he's been through a lot. He's still a kid. I'm not letting him grow up with the ideals you taught me." Tony said firmly, Howard stepped back in shock.

"What do you mean by that?" She sneered, Tony scoffed.

"Oh please, by the time I was five you were doing the hand thing," Tony said, flattening out his plans and showing Howard the ugly scars. Howard smirked at them.

"He's just as weak as his father then." Howard seethed, Tony stepped toward him, pressing a finger onto his chest.

"You can say that shit to me, but not my son. Peter is stronger then I will ever be. He had been through more than anyone his age should ever. You can either respect him and me in our home, or I'm throwing you out of my tower." Tony threatened, Howard blinked several times. Tony was much broader than him and slightly taller. Howard nodded tightly. Tony nodded stepping back from Howard.

"I um, I missed you guys. Not that you'll understand why I miss you yet." Tony said tightly to Peggy and Jarvis.

"I'm sure we will." Peggy said, Tony nodded.

"I always wished you guys were alive for Peter to meet. I always told him stories about you guys." Tony said, blinking away the tears.

"Well, he can now," Jarvis said gently. Tony nodded, turning away to wipe the tears, he didn't need this right now.

"Just warning you he has zero brains to mouth filter, so he'll like ramble for a while then shut his mouth and get flustered," Tony said with a small smile, Peggy and Jarvis nodded.

"He sounds like Tony from our time," Peggy said with a smile. Tony sighed.

"Yes well I hadn't lost my childlike wonder yet. I don't ever want Peter to lose that." Tony breathed. The room was silent for a moment.

"What's the machine in your chest?" Howard asked curiously, Tony let out a shaky breath, reaching a hand up to touch the arc reactor through his shirt.

"Arc reactor, it's basically my heart," Tony said, he didn't really feel like explaining the science behind it.

"Why do you need it?" Jarvis asked, Tony closed his eyes.

"I made a bomb, I was supposed to be at the testing sight but the car got taken. The terrorist group wanted me to recreate the bomb. I refused. And so the birth of iron man." Tony said flatly.

"Iron man?" Howard asked, Tony sighed.

"FRIDAY? Pull up a video." Tony commanded.

"Of course sir," FRIDAY responded. A hologram screen popped up informs of them, showing tony inside the suit, flying around, fighting enmities, killing aliens.

"Wow," Peggy said, Tony nodded.

"Who's this?" Howard asked, pointing to Spiderman. Tony sighed.

"That's Peter. Being a superhero runs in the family apparently. He was on a field trip to Oscorp industries and one of their specimens got out and bit him. The radioactive spider venom bonded with his DNA. He was sick for weeks, Bruce said he might die, but his healing developed before he could die." Tony said grimly, Peter was his baby, and those few weeks were terrifying.

"Have you done experiments?" Howard asked sharply, Tony let out a firm puff of air.

"We have done tests on his powers. But no, experimenting on living breathing humans is kind of frowned upon, although you seemed to enjoy testing things on me." Tony said firmly, Howard made to step forward but Peter appeared at the doorway, flicking his wrist and webbing Howard to the floor.

"You even blink threateningly in my fathers direction and I'll do more than web you to the floor." Peter seethed. Howard blinked in fear and stood down. Peter's back straightened and he held his hands behind his back.

"That's what I thought. I'm peter-Benjamin Stark. Lovely to meet you." He said firmly to Howard, who nodded shakily.

"You clean up nice PB." Tony commented, Peter slumped and rolled his eyes. He was in his nice school shoes, grey socks, cuffed jeans, collared shirt and blue jumper.

"Better than you." Peter said with a smile, Tony rose an eyebrow.

"I'll ignore that comment," Tony said, Peter snorted, finally turning to Peggy and Jarvis.

"Hello, Master Peter-Benjamin," Jarvis said, Peter cringed, waving a hand.

"You don't have to use the whole name. Only my teachers do that. You can choose a name or call me PB." Peter said, Jarvis nodded.

"It is lovely to meet you PB." Jarvis said, shaking Peter's hand. Peter smiled brightly.

"Dad's told me all about you, he named his first AI after you. He used to babysit me when dad needed to go to a meeting or do iron man stuff. He had like all of your memories, and personality and stuff. Thank you for taking care fo him, if you weren't there I'm pretty sure he'd be dead. You're also just really really cool, literally like wow." Peter said breathlessly, Jarvis smiled softly.

"Thank you. It is a pleasure to hear that my methods worked." Jarvis said, his eyes flickering to Tony's, who smiled softly. The room was silent for a moment before Peggy stepped forward.

"You look remarkably like your father," She said, sticking out her hand for him to shake. He took her hand, clearly starstruck.

"He wishes." Peter breathed, Peggy smirked. Tony rose ane eyebrow from behind Peter.

"Peggy Cater." She said, Peter nodded quickly.

"I know, my dad tells me about you all the time. I just want to say that you're like literally the best. You're one of the most influential and successful women of the twentieth century, and you made a mark in a world built against you. You are like literally my hero, I had to write a paper on an influential woman of the 1900s, and I chose you cause you're like so cool." Peter blurted out, blinking before reddening. He pressed his loops into a thin line, "You're also just badass." He said finally. Peggy laughed and nodded.

"He's not joking, the paper was six pages long."Tony said, Peggy laughed lightly. The room was silent again and Peter shifted on his feet awkwardly.

"So. Time travel?" Peter asked with a grin, Tony rolled his eyes.

"No. We are not having this conversation. You cannot go to the future and see if robots have taken over earth. Go be weird somewhere else." Tony said, Peter turned to him and pouted.

"I just want to pay homage to our robot overlords," Peter said, Tony rolled his eyes, putting his hand over Peter's face.

"If I let him, he'd be able to make a time machine in three days flat," Tony grumbled.

"He sounds like you." Jarvis quipped, Tony rolled his eyes. Peter was protesting from behind Tony's hand.

"He is like me. Brains run in the family. He's a literal genius, moving to MIT next month. He wouldn't let me transfer him earlier cause he wanted to wait for one of his friends." Tony said, Peter finally pulled his hand away from his face.

"What is the point of having glasses if my dad just dirties them?" He said sarcastically.

"We could just get you contacts?" Tony said, Peter shook his head.

"Nope, they hurt my eyes too much. Remember we did that test with my night vision and the contacts restricted by pupils?" Peter asked, cleaning his glasses on his jumper.

"Hmm yes, you thought we were trying to kill you," Tony said, Peter huffed.

"No, I thought you were ripping my eye out. That's what it felt like." Peter said, Tony just shrugged.

"You let him talk to you like that?" Howard asked, Tony turned to him sharply, Peter beat him to it though.

"He is not only my father, but he is also my friend. I enjoy spending time with him, trusting him, sharing with him and having a meaningful relationship. Maybe you should take a leaf out of his book." Peter said firmly, he turned to Tony again.

"Now before we go along with this time machine business I was going to make cookies," Peter said, Tony blinked at him several times.

"You just shut down your grandfather, found out time travel is possible, and are meeting two of your lifetime heroes and you're thinking about cookies?" Tony asked incredulously, Peter shrugged.

"First, you've said it yourself before, he's barely your father, so he's not my grandfather. Second I already knew time travel was possible, you just wouldn't let me create a time machine. Third I will freak out about it later and probably pass out when it sets in. Fourth of all of course I am, I'm a teenager and I have advanced metabolism. Let me live." Peter said, Tony sighed.

"Who wants to join my maniac son making cookies? We can work on getting you back after." Tony asked, Peter turned to the others with a bright smile.

"I'll join, I want to know more about this Tony Stark is my dad business." Peggy said, linking arms with Peter, Jarvis nodded.

"And cookies do sound about right." He said, following Peter, Tony and Peggy out of the lab.

"Is anyone going to free me? Hello?!"