Spider-Man One Shots

Stomy nights and baby haze

A/N: ngl I kinda missed it here, like I know I lost like half my readers bc I haven't actually updated in forever but no matter. Per usual for time being this is entirely unedited bc otherwise this will never be posted bc I get lazy do really sorry bout that. Anyway enjoy, Bon appetite, thanks for nearly 500k like what, I started this in eighth grade I think and now I'm a junior so like wow really thank you all ily <3
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Saturday night. Saturday night and Tony was alone in the tower. A rare scene really, but tonight was different. 

It was raining, and Tony didn't feel like going out and getting wet, and he had had a long week. Part of him wondered if the fact that he was in his penthouse, alone, watching die hard on saturday night was because his partying days were over, while the other part of himself shrugged it off, not wanting his glory days to become a memory just quite yet.

It was a rather uncommon thing though, to see Tony Stark only pouring one champange glass, a playlist of oldies substituting his usual ac/dc. 

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as Tony padded his way to the kitchen to get a bit to eat, and momentarily Tony thought of Thor, before pushing the thought back.

Tonight was a no work night. No avengers. No distractions. A spa night of sorts- though Tony wouldn't own up to that.

Yeah. Tony night. He could get used to Tony night.

"Sir, there's a package coming up." Jarvis spoke up.

"A package? Directly to the penthouse?" Tony asked, taking a small sip from his champagne.

"Yes sir."

"Ugh, is anyone acompanying the package?" Tony stood up a bit straighter. He didn't want a package butting into his tony time- he should really be branding this.

"Actually, no sir- but the package itself seems to be living, or have living contents." Jarvis explained nuetrally.

Tony blinked, "Okay I'm gonna need you to back up there bud- living? It's living?" 

"Yes sir, it appears so."

Tony grunted, moving to easily slip into one of his Iron Man suits before returning to his champagne.

"It's to late for this." He muttered, heading to the elevator.

"When did eleven o'clock become 'too late' sir." Even with Jarvis being a robot, you could hear the twinge of amusement in his voice.

"Mmhmm, I don't need this from you now Jar." Tony said, taking another sip from the champagne, "I'm still thriving through my glory days."

"Of course sir." Jarvis said smugly just before the elevator dinged open.

Tony looked forward, then directed his gaze down, and then more down, until his eyes hit a baby car seat- or whatever they were called, how would Tony know.

"Oh shit." Tony muttered, quickly grabbing the handle of the seat and lifting it inside.

Once he got back into the depths of his penthouse, Tony set the seat down on the island in the kitchen.

It was covered with a light blanket, a note sticking out of the side.

Tony slowly lifted up the blanket, revealing a small baby, sleeping quietly.

"Shit." Tony breathed again, automatically reviewing over anyone he had slept with around a year ago.

Noticing the note, Tony quickly snatched it up.

Tony,

Don't freak the baby isn't yours, biologically. His name is Peter, and he's two months old, as of yesterday. His birthday is August 10th. I initially wanted to raise him myself, but I know it's impossible for me. He's a little boy who deserves a good life, and you're my best guess at someone who will make, or find him a good home- maybe that showcases just how desperate I am. Please, make sure he's safe.