{I'm Sorry Petey}

Requested by hazel_hlliu04 on ao3: omg this was so cute!! could u do a similar one with morgan and peter but like emphasis on the tony and peter father son relationship please?

Thank you for your request <3<3. And I refuse to believe that Morgan could ever hurt Peter and vice versa, so this'll not be too much angst since they're both geniuses and know the meaning of communication. And Tony Stark is a stubborn little shit.

TW: Sad Peter(not too much). Slight angst(y'all know by now how incredible I am at angst, right?). FLUFF. Lots of it at the end.

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(Morgan is 15, Peter is 25? I think yeah. Morgan goes to a prestigious all girls' school.)

There are gonna be pictures in this chappie. I'm feeling very pictury.

"Mom, Dad, I have a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow," Morgan said, chewing on her spaghetti.

"Tomorrow?" Pepper exchanged a glance with Tony, "Sweetie, we had to get your Dad checked up tomorrow."

Morgan pouted a little but nodded, shrugging, "'S fine."

"Should we send Pete?" Tony asked after a moment, perking up.

"Yes," Morgan immediately said, grinning. She loved her older brother, but ever since he had been revealed as the heir of SI, he had been very busy.

"Done," Pepper said, smiling at Morgan's reaction, "He'll be there tomorrow."

**********

"Oi Stark, where are your mommy and daddy? Too busy for you?" Claire(no offense to any Claires), an immature bully shouted. Her mom and dad either didn't notice or didn't care about what she said. Morgan just rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Who's coming for you today though, Morgan?" Amelie, her best friend asked.

"Pete-"

"Surprise!"

Morgan jumped a little and turned around.

In front of her, stood her brother holding a cluster of gorgeous flowers.

"Hello there angelo(angel)," Peter grinned.

"PETER," Morgan squealed and threw herself at him. Peter laughed and hugged her back just as tightly, gently swaying her.

"Are those-" Morgan gasped as she took the bouquet.

"Middlemist reds?" Peter smiled, running a hand through his curly hair, "Yes. I remember you ranting about wanting to paint them, il mio amore(my love), so I did some digging, literally and practically, and got them for you. And guess what?"

"What?" Morgan asked, already giddy with excitement.

Peter pulled out a small packet of seeds out of nowhere and shoved it in her hands.

"You didn't," Morgan examined the packet with wide eyes, "YOU DID!"

"Like it?" Peter grinned, "These are an assortment of the seeds of the rarest plants in the world. Took a while, but now you can plant them and paint whenever you want, focaccina(muffin)."

"God Petey," Morgan giggled, blinking back her tears, "You're the best."

"I am, aren't I?" he asked, flicking his imaginary hair.

Morgan shoved him, laughing.

"Ahem."

Morgan stilled. Dam, I'm still in the school hallway for Christ's sake. She turned around to face Amelie. Is she... blushing?

"Hello there," Peter smiled at her, making her blush even darker, "You must be... Amelie?" Peter trailed off, facing his sister. Morgan nodded at him then whistled, wrinkling her nose a little when Amelie giggled.

"Dam Petey, who you dressed up for?" Morgan asked, examining him.

He was in a blue dress shirt with the sleeves and top buttons unbuttoned and black pants.

Morgan wrinkled her nose when she heard some girl whisper that her brother was hot. What the hell?

"You little..." Peter grabbed her and playfully wrestled her into a headlock, messing up her hair.

"I was complimenting you," she screeched, giggling.

"Oh," Peter sheepishly released her and ran a hand through her hair, "Sorry, I'm too used to hearing you insult me."

Morgan rolled her eyes but laughed. Amelie giggled again next to her.

Peter's phone suddenly rang. He checked the caller id and frowned a little.

"Is it alright if I take this call signorina pittore(Miss painter)?"

"Go ahead," Morgan smiled. Peter kissed her forehead and walked a bit further away, already scolding someone on his phone.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, Amelie slapped her arm.

"God, Morgan, why didn't you tell me your brother is even hotter in person?" she asked.

"What the heck, Ames, he's my brother," Morgan gagged.

"Girl, everyone in the hallway stopped to stare at your brother. I swear he's a piece of art," she declared.

Morgan turned around to look at the girls in the hallway and literally all of them were either blushing or fanning themselves, their main topic of conversation being Peter.

She shook her head. Who the hell would find her dork of a brother hot? They've never seen him roll on Legos because apparently 'I crave the sweet release of death'.

This was the moment when Peter decided to stroll back inside, still talking on his phone.

"Слушать. Меня не волнует, важны ли вы. Я со своей сестрой, ты меня не беспокоишь, если это не вопрос жизни или смерти(Listen. I don't care if you're important. I'm with my sister, you don't bother me if it's not a matter of life or death)," he growled and cut the call without waiting for a reply.

"That Russian company you're always ranting about?" Morgan asked sympathetically, deciding to ignore her thirsty classmates.

"да," he groaned, "Извини за это. Генеральный директор - кусок дерьма."

"Mr. Parker," Amelie hesitantly said, "You're still speaking in... Russian?"

"What?" Peter looked at her, "Oh yeah. I said sorry about that. The CEO is a piece of crap. And call me Peter."

Morgan gasped in mock outrage, "No cursing."

Peter rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Whatever Little Miss. Is it time to go meet your teachers and hear them praise you?"

Morgan blushed lightly and shook her head, "Two more minutes."

"Who're you with, Amelie?" Peter smiled kindly at her best friend.

She blushed, again, "My mom, she'll be coming soon."

Peter nodded pleasantly at her, and Morgan bit the inside of her cheek to stop bursting out in laughter.

"You're so awkward," she whispered, knowing he'll hear her.

He shoved her lightly.

RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING

He winced. Morgan gently rubbed his shoulder, cursing his super-hearing.

"Do you want us to wait for Mrs. Smith to come?" Morgan asked her best friend.

"No need Morgan, go ahead," Amelie smiled.

"It was nice meeting you Amelie," Peter shook her hand lightly, then pulled Morgan away, not noticing all the lovesick expressions he was getting.

**********

"So who's your first teacher?" Peter asked, intertwining their hands and swinging them wildly between them.

"Mrs. Wilson. She's my Physics teacher," Morgan said, laughing at his antics.

"Ah, yes, Fisiks," Peter said seriously, pronouncing it as 'Fee-see-eeks'.

"God, Pete," she laughed, pretending not to notice her classmates staring.

"After that?" Peter asked, now standing in front of her Physics classroom.

"Miss Watson, art."

"Ort," Peter immediately said.

"peTER."

**********

1 hour later

"Well that was fun," Peter said chuckling, stretching his arms.

"Sure was, if you consider TEACHING MY SCIENCE TEACHERS HOW TO TEACH SCIENCE FUN," Morgan screeched, still laughing at their expressions.

"Hey, they asked me," he shrugged, grinning evilly, "Should I do a Science seminar at your school? I'll bring a blackboard and chalk and everything."

"Get lost," Morgan laughed, pushing him towards his car.

"Ouch," he deadpanned, "I'll be here at 2:45. We're having an ice-cream and greasy food day. Don't tell dad."

"Ti voglio bene(I love you)," Morgan shouted, not able to help herself.

Peter paused and sent her a soft smile, "Ti volgio bene 3000, mia bellissima sorella(I love you 3000, my beautiful sister)."

**********

Time skip: 2:45 pm

"Hello marmocchia(brat)," Peter playfully said.

"Hey," Morgan mumbled.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"Nothing, Peter, just drive."

"But-"

"Stop being nosy for once in your life Peter. Just drive," Morgan snapped.

Peter blinked, shocked, but obediently revved the engine and drove.

"Which ice-cream place do you want to go to?" he asked after some silence.

"Nowhere with you. Just take me home," Morgan snarled, crossing her arms.

Peter quietened down, hurt, and didn't say anything for the rest of the way home.

**********

The moment they reached home, Morgan ran inside the house, ignored Tony who was waiting for them to come back, and locked herself in her room.

Peter slowly trudged out and collapsed on the couch.

"What's up with Morgan?" Tony asked, sitting down next to him. Peter automatically curled in his mentor's side, clutching his shirt sleeve. Tony ran a hand through his kid's hair, pressing a kiss in his soft curls.

"I don't know, dad. She was fine when I left after the parent-teacher meeting. When she came to the car, she was just cold with me. She didn't speak too much, but she seemed angry with me," Peter said, tracing the patterns on his father's metal arm.

Tony frowned and got up, laughing when Peter whined.

"I'll just go talk to her, Pete. Go change your clothes, okay?," he said, hugging him tightly.

Peter sighed but nodded, trudging to his room.

**********

"Maguna, open your door," Tony said, knocking lightly.

He had to wait for a second, but she eventually opened it.

"Hey dad," Morgan muttered, sitting on her bed. Tony sat down beside her and ruffled her hair.

"Would you like to tell me why you snapped at your brother today?" he asked calmly.

Morgan silently played with her fingers, opening and closing her mouth. Tony waited patiently beside her.

"There's this girl in my class, Claire," she eventually said, "After Peter left, she started saying stuff to me. I usually ignore her, but today she said that..." she bit her lip, "She said that Peter and you probably hate me because I am going to choose art as my career and not Science. I know that's not true," she hastily added when she saw her dad's hurt expression, "But I've always been insecure of this, and all of my anger just came out on Peter. And all the girls in my class were also pestering me about Peter being my 'hot older brother'," she gagged, "So that."

.

.

.

"Talk to Peter," Tony eventually said, "You both need to talk it out."

Morgan seemed like she wanted to argue, but nodded and left.

"God, these two are going to send me to an early grave," Tony groaned, falling back in the bed.

**********

Morgan knocked on Peter's door.

"Come in," he called.

She poked her head in to see him sprawled out on his bed. Softly padding to his bed, she sat down cross-legged next to him.

"Sorry," she whispered after a few seconds, fiddling with his shirt.

"It's okay, bambi," he said gently, "But what made you snap at me?"

Morgan bit her lip but retold what she'd told her dad.

"That's a lot to unpack there," Peter said after two seconds, "Numero uno: We love you Morgan, and we are proud of your career choices. You want to become an artist? We're proud of you. You want to become a singer? We're proud of you. Heck, you want to become a plumber? We're proud of you. Claire is just jealous because she's not as smart, pretty, or talented as you," he declared. During his speech, Morgan had laid down next to him, resting her head on his arm.

"Numero dos: Who would find me hot?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Even I don't know that. You're a dork," Morgan snorted, then yelped when he pinched her arm.

"Meanie," he sulked.

"Stop being dramatic," she rolled her eyes.

Peter gasped dramatically, then got up and picked up a pillow and threw it at her.

"You-"

Tony smiled and silently closed the door, letting the siblings fight. He took out his phone and typed for a few seconds.

Dumbass: Claire Montgomery.

QueenPepper: On it. Make steak for dinner.