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mosswillow · 3 years

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Your Mask - (Dark!Tony Stark x Reader).

Warnings! 18+ adult content, Non Con/dub con, kidnapping, smut, Dark!, blackmail.

AN - If you’re new here this is for a collection of Dark!Avenger one shots where the avengers one by one manipulate/kidnap the reader. You can read this fic alone or with the others. I think it’s best to read them in order if you want to read all of them but you do you. Here’s the masterlist for that.

...ok yeah also I said I was going to do bucky but as I started planning out his story I realized it needs to go after most of the others. I have outlines for everyone now and (as long as I don’t change anything) It will go Natasha, Sam, Thor, Bucky, Loki.

word count: 2.7k

Strength. It’s been a theme throughout your life. You had to be strong growing up when your parents divorced and your father left. You were strong in school, graduating top of your class while working nights and weekends to help support you and your mother. You had to be strong when your mother died and you were left alone freshman year of college.You were strong when you landed a high level position in finance after graduation. You’ve been strong every day since, being a leader, someone whose confidence radiates through their entire being.

Sometimes though when it’s quiet and you’re alone in your thoughts you get tired. Tired of being strong, of fighting every second of every day to make it in a world that wants to pull you down. You’re tired of pretending because you know that underneath it all you’re not strong at all. You’ve put on this mask of strength and it’s carried your farther than you could ever dream. You know though that one day it will carry you too far and the mask will be knocked off, showing who you really are, just a scared little girl pretending to be someone she isn’t

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You look at the dresses your assistant pulled for you, picking out a long red one with a slit up the thigh. You pair it with a red lipstick and simple diamond jewelry. It’s perfect, you’re perfect you think looking at yourself in the mirror. You tell yourself that you’re everything you need before heading out the door and to your waiting car.

Stark tower is decorated from top to bottom with beautiful icicle themed displays. While magnificent the decor feels formidable, almost a warning not to walk in. You can’t stay on top without attending things like this. You take a breath before walking through the crowd, making your way to the bar, and ordering a red wine. A little liquid courage always helps in these environments. You find an acquaintance and smile, reaching your hand out.

“John.”

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here,” he says sarcastically

“Hey now, I show up to these things sometimes,” You joke.

“It has been a long time, which reminds me that we need to get together and talk business. I won’t let you get out of it this time,” you continue.

“You got me, I’ll have my assistant contact yours to set up a meeting.” John laughs and waves his hand before walking away.

You keep up a cheerful disposition as you make your way through the crowd, networking. It’s what you’re best at and how you came out on top after graduation. You have a way about you, always able to lure people in to get what you want. You head to the bar to refill your wine not looking as you turn back to the crowd. You bump into someone and spill a drop of wine on their suit.

“Oh I’m sorry.”

The man turns and you immediately recognize him.

“Mr. Stark. I swear it was an accident.” You turn back to the bar and get a napkin, dabbing the small spot of wine. You don’t want to think about how much his suit cost.

He gives a genuine smile and reaches out, gently stroking your arm before grabbing the napkin from your hand.

“It’s ok, I don’t think we’ve met?”

“Oh yeah, I’m Y/N.”

“I’ve heard of you.” He says.

You’ve heard that Mr. Stark is a flirt but as you talk it feels like more than that. There’s a look in his eyes that screams sex and you can’t look away. You feel like he could swallow you whole just with a look. You want nothing more in this moment for that to happen. You want him and you’re accustomed to getting what you want.

Tony reaches out his hand and you mirror him, ready to follow him to his room when a cough comes from beside you. Captain America smiles wide at you and you drop your hand smiling back at him. To his right is a smiling woman, hanging on his arm.

“And who is this?”

“This is Y/N. She’s caught my attention,” Tony says, giving a small nod as he says your name.

“You can call me Steve,” Steve says, smiling even bigger.

The woman slowly loses her smile, looking back and forth between you and Tony.

“No, Tony don’t.”

Tony clenches his jaw and Steve Leans over and whispers something in the woman's ear.

“My wife is tired. I think we’re going to head up now,” Steve says abruptly.

You make eye contact with the woman and she gives you a sad smile before turning away. They walk off together hand and hand and you make a face at Tony.

“Is she ok?”

Tony shrugs.

“She’s always been super weird. Steve loves her though so I let it be.”

You nod and look at your watch.

“Hey?” Tony says, pulling your attention back to him.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to see my room?”

“What are you implying?” you smile and he leans in.

“Sex?”

You laugh and follow him up to his room. He undoes his tie pulling it off and you slip your dress over your head and throw it on the floor, kicking your heels off. You pull Tony in for a kiss before knocking him onto the bed, peppering soft kisses over his chest. You move your hand down to his hardening cock, stroking it as it starts to throb. He pulls your face up and kisses you back. He nips at your shoulder as you line his dick up at your entrance and slide your body down slowly. You ride him, taking what you want. You feel an orgasm building, you’re so close. Tony slaps your thigh hard, bringing you out of the moment and you let out a whine, opening your eyes. He flips you over and thrusts deep and hard into you. You push against him and him against you, rolling around the bed. it’s the most passionate sex you’ve ever had and when it’s over you can’t help but spend several minutes repeating ‘what the fuck’ over and over again in your head. Finally, you get up and make your way to his bathroom, coming out several minutes later with an empty bladder and clean thighs. You pull your dress on and loof for The discarded red thong you had been wearing, ultimately deciding to just leave it, you can buy more.

“Where are you going?” Tony asks.

“Home,” you reply.

Tony’s face goes hard and he sits up in bed, crossing his arms.

“Oh, the sex was great sweety but that’s all it was. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

You watch something happen in Tony, the gears in his brain twist and turn. A sinister smile washes over his face and he lounges back in his bed.

“Have a good evening Y/N, I’ll see you soon.” He says casually.

You leave quickly, calling a car to meet you on the street.

On monday you arrive to a stoic office. Everyone looks at you like you have two heads. Your chest tightens and you start feeling nauseous. You don’t even sit down before your assistant shows up in your office telling you of an emergency board meeting that you’re required to attend. You sit in the meeting as the board explains that they have to let you go.

“I just don’t understand, is it something I did?” you ask.

“We just want to go a different direction.” the CEO answers.

You pack your things and head home, spending no time feeling sorry for yourself. You prepare your resume and start calling all of your many contacts from all over the globe. Nobody wants to hire you or even give an interview. Some won’t even take your calls and you start getting frustrated.

“Stark blackballed you, I’m sorry.” Finally someone tells you.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell anyone I told you ok?”

“Yeah of course.”

You hang up the phone and narrow your eyes. What an absolute asshole, you think. He ruined someones career because of sex. You stand up and storm over to Stark Tower demanding to be seen. Tony is obviously expecting you. He sits in his big office chair looking at you all smug and offers you a coffee. You don’t have the patience for whatever he’s doing and cut right to the chase.

“You blackballed me?”

Tony shrugs.

“I could go to the police,” you say.

“And say what? They won’t do anything to me, I’m a superhero and my wealth and influence is more than you could imagine.”

You want to punch him in the face, or maybe strangle him. If you had a pack of dogs you would definitely let them loose on him right now. Instead you raise your middle finger up and shout a very hostile string of vulgar insults before turning on your heel to storm out.

“I have a position available for you.” Tony says as you reach the door.

You turn back and cross your arms.

“Same salary you had before. Work here for a year and I’ll get you a job anywhere.”

“Why are you doing this? I don’t get your motivation.”

Tony taps his finger on his desk.

“I’ll send over the contract.”

It’s no use trying to get anything out of him and you know it. You go home and steam, pacing anxiously around your apartment and drinking. The contract arrives later in the evening and you look over it. The job is legitimate and good, actually better than your previous position. If he had just offered you the job you would have taken it but now, you shake your head, Now there’s nowhere else for you to go. You sign the contract and send it back.

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You arrive at work on monday and organize your desk. It’s a nice office with a big window and private bathroom. You can do one year, you’ve certainly done worse.

Tony wastes no time visiting your office. He drops off flowers and chocolates and sends you dirty messages. You ignore it, knowing that anything you do will just spur him on more. It all becomes worse when you’re forced to start bringing files to Tony's personal quarters. You take a breath and knock on his door. When he opens you shove the files at him and start walking away. Tony follows you out and stops you, shoving you against the wall. You make yourself tall, shoving him back.

“This is not ok Tony, you need to stop this weird obsessive behavior.”

“You like it, I know you do.”

He shoves you again and your head hits the wall. You cry out and a woman you don’t recognize appears from behind a corner. She wears an apron and carries a duster so you assume she’s a housekeeper.

“Is everything ok?” She asks.

“We’re fine, you can leave for the night.”

The woman looks back and forth between you and Tony. You give her a small nod and a big customer service smile and she nods back before disappearing around the corner.

“Seriously, this needs to stop or I walk.”

“You won’t find another job if you walk.”

“I have savings.”

Tony looks away and runs his hand through his hair.

“You win this round, I’ll stay away.”

He runs a finger down your cheek before stepping away.

“I’m patient.”

You visibly cringe. He’s patient? You don’t know what he even means by that. Does he think you’ll change your mind and come to him? You should walk right now. You can find a little house in the countryside and live a simple life. Your rational brain reminds you that he would follow you. There’s nowhere you can go outside of his influence. You glare at him and retreat, not looking back.

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The next several weeks are quiet. Despite everything, you like your job. The people who

work for Stark are well paid and happy. If it wasn’t for Tony you would stay in the company indefinitely.

There’s no way you could anticipate what’s in the letter you get, so sweetly wrapped up like a present. You open it expecting the same sort of stuff Tony always sends. Maybe it’s tickets to a basketball game or a gift certificate for a massage with a flashy and inappropriate message attached, always with the inappropriate messages.

It’s not what you expect at all. You start shaking as you read every last bit and at the end you pick your phone up and call Tony.

“Come on up,” He says.

You stand at the elevator. You could turn around right now and leave, get all of your money and flee the country. You turn around and see a security guard looking at you. He holds a walky talky up to his mouth and waits. With a sigh, you press the button and go up. Tony waits for you on an empty floor, smiling wide.

“Don’t the avengers live here?”

“They’re out right now, it’s just you and me.”

He walks toward you and you back away a step for every one he takes. You eye the elevator.

“You won’t be leaving this floor for some time. If you behave we’ll see about you going back to work.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you whisper.

“Watching Steve with his girl just… I want that.”

“So ask someone on a date?”

“I want you.”

“Why?”

Tony finally reaches you, taking your chin and pulling it up.

“At first it was like a game that I wanted desperately to win. Now It’s love.”

You want to throw up. You look back at the papers in your hand. He thought of everything. He has a detailed background check and list of every single friend and family member. He knows all of your passwords. He has a month worth of pictures of the two of you that he’s already started leaking to the press. To everyone else it looks like you’ve already been in a relationship. Worst of all he has video of you in your office holding files and carrying them out of the office. He has an intricate outline of how he’s able to frame you and send you to prison if he wants.

“It wouldn’t be a very fun game if I didn’t give you at least a chance to win. In one year I’ll ask you if you want to leave and if you say yes I’ll let you go.”

He raises his arm up and lands a slap across your face.

“You’ll break in a week though.”

Tears fall from your eyes for the first time since your mother died. Tony gestures for you to come with him and you do, following him without argument. He pushes you onto his bed and removes your underwear, lifting your skirt up.

“Open up baby,” He says pushing against your legs.

Your legs shake as you open them. He gives your pussy a small slap before climbing on top of you and thrusting in. He holds you down as he takes you, eyeing your tear stained face posessively.

“Hey, don’t be sad princess.”

He reaches down to your clit and starts circling it, forcing your body to betray you. You cling to him as your orgasm washes over you and he in turn comes, filling you with so much cum it starts dripping out. You try to go to the bathroom but he grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bed.

“This time you’ll stay.”

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You’ve always been strong, you had to be. Your strength is what got you into this mess and you realize now, crying alone in Tony’s room, that your strength is not enough to get you out. The mask you wore for so long was just that, a mask, and now it’s been stolen and worn like a trophy by someone else. You know you’ll never get it back, that in one year Tony will ask you if you want to leave and you won’t have the strength to say yes.

#dark!tony #Dark!Tony stark #dark!tony stark x reader #dark!avengers #dark!mcu

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Intense Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is 16-17, also ive really never written anything about team iron man so this was weird, someone needs to tell me i dont need every single movie detail in here

prompt: takes place from cacw and smhc

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

after the events in sokovia, you set up the relief fund for displaced sokovians and dealt with physical clean up while the avengers...

well, they had to deal with the press—and the governments of the world

getting to know your new suit AI, JOSHUA

briefly looking for bruce; no luck there

you ended up doing the MIT september foundation presentation with tony

and ending the presentation after pepper’s name popped up on the screen

“it’s probably best we get out of here”

you were his entire support system while he was going through his break with pepper

meeting charles spencer’s mother, who really gave your dad a piece of her mind

“my son died, but your daughter gets to live on. if you lost her, maybe you’d show some sympathy for murdering my child”

*awkward silence from you*

*awkward silence from tony otw to the compound*

HATING the sound of the sokovia accords, yet understanding why they’re being ratified

being torn between signing them or not and having a huge argument with the other avengers

“y/n, why dont you listen to your dad for once and sign the damn thing”

“uncle rhodey, you know why i dont want to sign. if they have us, they have access to our suits. you really think the UN should be telling us how to use them?”

“your defense doesn’t even make sense. i had the war machine or iron patriot or whatever the hell you want to call it, but the military was calling the shots”

“and look where you are now”

“right, well i wouldn’t expect a kid to understand”

“are you kidding me, rhodes? you’re gonna play the ‘im older than you’ card?”

comforting wanda while she feared being taken

and as soon as you heard about what happened in lagos

“think about it, maximoff. if you didnt do what you did, do you know how many more casualties there may have been?”

“but i killed innocents”

“no, rumlow killed innocents. you contained that blast better than anyone else could have and you prevented a whole bunch of deaths, give yourself some credit”

okay, so you weren’t the best at talking someone down while they were upset

staying in berlin with your father while the whole bucky thing began to get sorted out

but he sent you out to stay with nat while he had some “private time” with steve

tony keeping you close to him during the power outage at the base

until it turned out you brought your suit and tony did not!

everyone was looking at you to take down bucky, but it just seemed like a bad idea, you didn’t want to hurt him because you didn’t want to hurt steve

stalling to try and buy steve time to subdue his friend

“y/n, come on, for christ sake!”

“got it, dad! i know what im doing!”

“i dont think you do!”

feeling your stomach drop when bucky shot into your dad’s hand, if it wasn’t for his latest invention, he may have gotten seriously hurt

you had a slight change of heart after that, you couldn’t bare to lose your dad. not after all those close calls...

getting yelled at by secretary ross and the wonderful 36 hour ultimatum you, nat, and tony received

“i have a plan”

“don’t say the spider boy”

“fine, i wont say it”

a nice trip to queens :)

when this parker kid finally got home, tony left you to socialize with his aunt

small talk is sometimes unbearable

“so, what’s it like being tony stark’s daughter?”

“honestly? im always tired”

peter becoming a tagalong on your mission, which you didn’t really think was appropriate

“dad, i dont really think we should’ve brought the kid...”

“why? you’re about the same age as him, its not much different”

“um...no, i meant this isnt his battle. i don’t care how old he is”

face off between tony and cap where you literally just swallowed all your pride and apologized because you couldn’t handle the fact that the team was being ripped apart like this

team ups with Spider-Man

“so, uh, do you hate me or something?”

“hey, kid? we’re kind of in the middle of something, i’ll get back to you on that”

“it’s a yes or no question, y/n”

“pass”

so, things didn’t exactly go as planned...

your (former) teammates were taken to the RAFT and you couldn’t pull it together in front of them

they were pretty pissed at you

“im sorry, im so sorry, i should’ve done better”

they ignored you (up until scott lang)

“all you stark’s are the same”

“stay out of this, bugboy”

taking to the remote hydra base in another famous father/daughter teamup

“just like the old days, right kiddo?”

“i guess so”

“hey, cheer up, it’s not all that bad”

waltzing right in there to meet your friend and foe

seeing the video of your grandparents dying

*being killed

absolutely stunned by seeing such a gruesome thing

even after all you’ve seen, this really got to you

you were robbed of ever meeting them, which made you angry, but you couldn’t stay angry because there were so many things out of everyones control

realizing that this was a good time to hold tony back

“JOSHUA, lock down y/n’s suit. protocol: baby gate”

apparently your dad still had some old protocols in your suit that you hadn’t found yet

“JOSHUA? reboot! override protocol: baby gate”

“i’m sorry, miss y/n, but i cannot do that”

watching your father attempt to get revenge

and get critically injured

simultaneously working on opening the suit back up for a bad plan

finally getting the emergency release and stumbling out of your suit, rushing towards the conflict and throwing yourself in the middle of it

“please, dad. enough damage has been done.”

“y/n, get out of the way”

he saw you shaking and crying and he realized what he was doing

attacking the only family you guys really had

getting shoved out of the way so that they could end this fight once and for all

JOSHUA finally rebooting and bringing the suit over to shield you while you helplessly watched the end of this fight

when bucky and steve left, your suit disarmed and you crouched down beside your father

“come on, let’s just go home”

“im sorry”

“i know, it’s okay”

trying to comfort your dad after his defeat

you picked up cap’s shield and returned to your suit, it was time to go home

after a brief time of recovery (while you helped work on uncle rhodey’s prototype prosthetics), there was a slight change of plans for you

“okay, so for your punishment after what you pulled during my...divorce with cap, you’re going to babysit the spiderling so you gain some perspective”

“hold on, what?! what do you mean ‘perspective?’”

“i mean you dont know what it’s like to be in charge of the life of a teenager, so now you get to find out! congratulations on your promotion!”

it was not fun at all because peter kept blowing up your phone and you kept having to tell him there was nothing for him to do

Y/N: I’ll let you know when there’s a spider-level threat, kapeesh?

P. Parker: Yes, ma’am, sorry.

peter going behind your back to do some “superhero work”

and you having to swoop in to fix everything last second

“come on, you stole my thunder, y/n!”

“no, peter, i saved your life. next time you have a lead, call me first”

and then he didn’t 😌✨💕

“Y/N, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“put him through, JOSHIE...hey dad, how’s dubai?”

“taking care of a kid is harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

“don’t start with me”

damage control ahahah 🤡

“peter, why cant you just call me in? you don’t stop texting me for months but for this you go radio silent? you almost died. and you put a bunch of lives in danger! do you want me to have to go to your aunt and tell her you died?”

“im sorry! i just...i dont want to be a sidekick”

“kid, you’re gonna have a long time to make a name for yourself...but not if you’re dead!”

he started crying and you were very uncomfortable so you tried to hug him? it helped.

letting him off easy (just like your dad did to you growing up)

but apparently tony came back and took the suit anyways and you were pretty pissed about it

avengers moving day :) yes, part of your punishment was helping happy with moving day and hearing him gush about how you were “growing into such a responsible adult”

“happy i dont know if you noticed but ive basically been an adult since i was 12”

“keep telling yourself that, kiddo”

seeing an explosion and immediately knowing it was peter

“i’ll see you later, happy, love you!”

investigating the crash site and whaddaya know, there’s peter and his first bad guy, you were kind of proud

“peter, you okay?”

“nope!”

“okay, cool”

more damage control lmao (a/n: yall sick of damage control yet?)

a congratulatory call from your dad

“hey! you did pretty good, all things considered. why don’t you take the kid to the avengers compound for his special surprise?”

“aye aye, see you soon.”

“love you, kiddo”

“you too, dad”

quick fast forward to peter rejecting the position as an avenger while the press was outside, yes, you were surprised

but then your dad finally proposed to pepper, it was a pretty cool engagement announcement

“y/n, will you be my maid of honor?”

“duh!”

happily ever after (a/n: until the next part is up)

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enmy-writes · 4 years

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Baby Avenger

Summary: (Y/N) is one of the youngest avenger members and some government officials repeatedly let her know of “her position.” So, she lets them know exactly what her position is.

Word Count: 2100

Fandom: MCU Avengers

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Genre: Fluff, soft, slight angst and sadness, & family love.

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: profanity, death, abandonment, bullying, this is my first ever post of any fanfiction ever so it’s probably bad

**** This is my first ever imagine that I have ever finished and published. Please give me feedback and let me know what else I should write! I’m very excited and nervous so please let me know if you enjoyed this :) I’m thinking of making this Y/N character into a little “Baby Avenger” one-shot series, so let me know your thoughts ****

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Baby Avenger.

Baby. Avenger.

In her head, her stomping can be heard throughout the whole Compound and all of its residents and guests can hear her anger. They know she’s going right to the meeting room; not the team meeting room, but the meeting room they use when they have special guests in for a meeting.

The new government officials who are now “in charge” of the Avengers since The Snap Part 2 were in for the day to go over the general plans that the Avengers have been coming up with. They’re nicer than those in charge of the group from the Accords, but in no way were they nice to majority of the group as a whole.

(Y/N) (L/N) happens to be the second to youngest member on the team coming in at an age of 18, second only to her best friend Peter Parker

(Y/N) is an orphan, the typical origin story of any superhero. Her parents spent their last minutes pushing her out of their burning house in rural Pennsylvania. Actually, it was her father who got her out of the flames and by their fishpond 100 meters from the house. Her mother was inside, trapped under a steal beam in the basement.

(Y/N)’s mother was a scientist who worked in secret in a little band of scientists who tried to accomplish their own small victories in testing the alterations and limits of humans. The goal of these scientists is to stay out of sight of the CIA, FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., and other government agencies. Most of them are left alone and those who get found are either immediately sent to a high security prison or recruited to continue their experiments for a certain country/agency.

(Y/N)’s mother decided to give herself her treatment she was working on instead of potentially kidnapping someone in the everyone-knows-everything kind of town that they had been living in. Her experiment and life studies were all in trying to find a way to unlock the rest of the human brain so that more than that small percentage is being used at a time. It has been hypothesized that humans could do a lot if their brains just used itself more.

The only problem is when she gave the treatment to herself, she was unknowingly pregnant, and the treatment attached onto that small lifeform instead of her own. She created a super baby.

No one knew the exact answer to what is on the other side of that tunnel of science. No one knew what opening the mind could do, there were only theories to support ideas. Plenty of scientific evidence, but it meant nothing with no legit proof.

Well, turns out that those on the team of “you will gain the ability to read minds and shit unlike any human” were the correct guessers.

(Y/N) can read others’ minds, move things with her mind, slow down time in her mind to be able to successfully breakdown a situation and perform the best possible reaction to anything that comes her way. Oh, and the color spectrum is broader for her, allowing her to see a significantly more amount of colors than a normal human (including seeing the aura’s and heat that people give off. Very useful in the few missions she goes on.).

But her parents are dead.

After setting small (Y/N) down, her father ran back in to save the love of his life. Or, well, that’s what the towns’ people say to romanticize the situation. A brave man trying to save his family.

In the end, her father had shaken his head, laughing at the moment like a mad man with tears running down his face. He pulled (Y/N) in for the tightest hug that he had ever given the girl—which is tight considering how close the two really were. They were just like two peas in a pod, the light of each other’s lives, basically soulmates.

But love makes you do crazy things.

“You listen to me, (Y/N).” He gripped her face in a painful grip, cheeks sure to be bruised later. “I will always love you. Don’t doubt that, baby girl, okay? I love you so so so so much” By this time, tears are pouring off his face, the neon flames coming from the house reflecting off his wet face. “Mommy… mommy just needs me now, baby. I need mommy, too. We love you so much.”

It had confused her, his words. Nothing could prepare her to watch her father run back into the house, leaving her by the pond with nothing but a small bag of little family things like pictures, little stupid gifts, and a notebook she had stolen from her mom’s bookshelf one day.

Her mother’s grandfather had been friends with Howard Stark, both science men having been in the same circle of famous inventors since before WWII. While neither her mother nor father personally knew his son, Tony, he was still listed as the godfather to the child. With no close friends allowed in their secret circle, old bonds and pacts that her grandfather had with the older Stark led to a blind trust in the man.

Tony Stark had agreed to be the godfather during a one-week bender in his 30s, and when he was yelled at about it, he chose to just keep it there because “the chances of this happening is very slim.”

But here we are, Baby Avenger.

The officials who are here now actually were the same people that used to do check-ins and such with them pre-Accords, so they knew the team better than any government official save for the rare union that the team members may have with government officials. (Y/N) randomly has one with the Queen of England (she did a favor for Her Majesty once, and now they have tea every third Thursday of every month).

They knew that Tony suffered from panic attacks, and they knew Steve was going through a never ending loop of an existential crisis, and that Bucky will most likely always be having an identity crisis, and that Sam cries to sleep a lot around a certain time of year that renders him almost useless in his sleep deprived state he puts himself into. They know EVERYTHING vulnerable about the team.

So, that means they know how when she first got to the team and to Tony that she wouldn’t speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. It took her almost a year to be able to speak more than a sentence to every person she was around. No one was too upset, though, Tony was trying to figure out how to save himself and rebrand his whole legacy and the Avengers weren’t really a family family yet like they are now. (Y/N)’s shyness made it much easier on the adults to figure out their stressful situations.

The officials, though, never got why she wouldn’t speak to them. They actually pushed her progress back more and more with taunts and comments such as “Oh, the baby can’t speak?” or a “Get your phone out! She’s about to say her first words!” every time she did go to say something.

Tony soon got fed up with it and filed a lawsuit against them which threatened their agency enough to pull them out and let a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent be a liaison for them. After their presence was rid of, (Y/N) grew exponentially with her new family. She was still home schooled, but now she had Peter Parker as a friend and world geniuses as her teachers. She was an only child, but now she’s a big sister to Morgan and has plenty of people on the team that are dubbed her siblings (since they don’t act their age majority of the time to be considered aunts and uncles).

While she’s trained to fight, (Y/N) doesn’t go out on the field much unless they need her brain or her extended vision. She likes to remain behind the computer screen and help that way. She’s invented a way to make prosthetics like Bucky’s become more available to the general public and has started a school/home that’s three miles from the Compound for orphaned kids, mutants, super kids, and those who aren’t accepted where they come from.

In conclusion, (Y/N) is 18 and not useless in any way, shape, or form.

So why, why, do these absolute short dick idiots decide that they can come into here, her home, and push her around like she hasn’t contributed more to the Earth and society in the short 18 years than their middle-aged asses?

Eyes narrowed and seeing red, she stomps her way down the last hall, shoving herself into the door of the meeting room and throwing it open.

The team stays unfazed, knowing she’d show up pissed at some point. The officials, though, jump in their seat and turn to look at her.

It wasn’t the biggest meeting, the original Avengers plus Bucky, Sam, and Wanda sit around the table. Though, Rocket and Groot are here sitting along the back wall, looking bored as hell. Thor must have drug them along.

Fists clenched, (Y/N) narrows her eyes more. She’s been here since the first attack. Sure, she didn’t fight since she was like, 8 or so, but she was in charge of her man-behind-the-computer work. She’s been a part of the team since the beginning, and these assholes are too big of pricks to acknowledge that.

That’s what’s pissing the girl off. This could have been a meeting for every one of the fighters of the team, which she wouldn’t go to because that’s not her role. This meeting, though, was scheduled as “Originals plus the newly appointed leaders only.” She’s an original.

SHE IS AN ORIGINAL.

SHE. IS. AN. OG.

AND YET, they remained in telling her she wasn’t invited because “The Baby Avenger doesn’t need to join big kid conversation.”

She locked eyes with her adopted father and her best friend, aka Peter Parker, aka the only reason she knew this meeting was still being held.

Poor, lovely Peter. He grew confused when his best friend wasn’t sitting in between Mr. Stark and him for the meeting, especially when the officials referred to the meeting as they did. He was just there to take notes for Mr. Stark, not that the man wouldn’t remember it all. Pepper thought it’d be a good idea if Tony had written evidence to anything said in these meetings so that he wouldn’t be pouring statements out of his ass without proof, and poor, lovely Peter got elected to take such notes.

When he noticed you weren’t there, he had sent you a text asking where you were and that your drink that he brought you was right next to him.

“(Y/N)! It is so great to see you, my wonderful flower.” Thick arms wrapped around her as a golden man squeezed her tight to him. Thor and (Y/N) had a special relationship. They’re always close and do the most innocent of tasks together like flower crowns, step-by-step painting classes, and making those Tik Tok crocheted blankets made with that big yarn. He even had taken her to Asgard (back when it was a planet) for a royal ball where she was the guest of honor. They’re just soft together.

Though, rage blocked that softness that normally occurs between the two. Pushing off of him, she points her finger at the men in the front. The officials look like they’ve seen the devil and all of Hell and (Y/N) can see the fear pouring off of them.

“Let’s get this clear,” she says as she slowly stalks her way up to them. “I am an Avenger. I am an original Avenger. I know about 3,000 ways to kill you in this room at this very moment with anything. I drink tea with the fucking Queen on Thursdays, and I’ve created a better orphanage/school system in 2 years than this country has in the 250 years it’s been around. Don’t you EVER call me a fucking baby again, you fucking hear me?”

By this point, she’s right up in their faces, her glare unwavering and them sweating. The silence in the room was great and seemed to go on forever. The team held their breaths, some trying not to laugh and some scared of backlash that might be trust upon the girl.

With one last eye narrow (you could blindfold her with toothpicks at this point), she whips around and walks back to Thor, placing herself sideways on his lap and relaxing into his hold. Peter passes her (Drink Order) down the table, and (Y/N) takes it.

Clint, Bucky, and Sam try and hide their laughter when the meeting starts again as they look at their long-time teammate cradled and curled up in Thor’s arms, head on his shoulder and under his chin as she sips her drink with an angry look in her eyes and a pout on her face.

All wrapped up like a baby.

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starkerisendgame · 4 years

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Hi! This is weird to ask but can you make a starker fic with Peter being a camboy and he doesn't know that his idol is watching his shows. Eventually when Tony figures out that Peter is Spider-Man, he goes to Peters apartment like in the movie and they chat. After the whole civil war is over, Tony proposes to be Peters Sugar daddy. P.s. Love your fics 😘❤

I hope this is what you wanted! I’m so sorry WIPs are taking me a long time, I’m working across three accounts and I’m finishing up in college for the semester. Thank you sm for such an invigorating, exciting prompt!

[P.2]

Struggling financially sucked in general. Being a struggling student was even worse; because supplies weren’t cheap and textbook price tags made him whimper and there was only so much ramen a guy could eat before looking at the packets made him want to headbutt a metal spork.

Arguably worse, though, was being a struggling student who spent most of his nights running around as Spiderman, using expensive chemicals for his web formula (there was only so much he could steal from the school) and constantly having to repair his suit. Not to mention the eye-watering medical bills on the very rare times he actually dragged himself to hospital.

All in all, whilst he enjoyed his life; he also spent most of it envying the people who didn’t have to choose between their water bill and a new winter coat. Or patching up their secret superhero suit and eating something other than instant noodles for the rest of the month. When he’d received a message on his Instagram account from a supposed ‘director of entertainment’, alongside a link to what had turned out to be sexual camshow website, well. He’d almost immediately marked it as spam and moved on.

Except.

Peter had always been complimented on his looks. His ‘pretty face’ and the lithe way his body had developed, trim little waist and strong arms. His plush mouth and his wide eyes. At first it was as a young child, doe-eyed and chubby-cheeked. How cute other parents would coo, prodding at his long lashes and his tight little curls.

As a young teen, there had been some negatives thrown in. Sneers at his slightly feminine looks. Though it hadn’t stopped him from brawling about on the football field or going through that horrible phase where he didn’t give two genuine fucks about his clothing. Girls had asked if he wore mascara, if he curled his hair, had giggled over how pretty he was.

As a young adult, Peter’s looks were both a bane and a privilege. He had endless compliments, advances, all the sex he could want (and didn’t accept). People bought him drinks or let him buy the last of something at a bat of his lashes. And in turn, people sneered at him and called him gay. Told him he needed to ‘man up’ and that a face like that didn’t belong on a boy. He got carded for everything and the time the delivery guy for his dildo asked him for ID would forever be the single worst moment of his life.

And the sexual remarks…Well. Peter stared at his phone, at the site address typed into the search bar but unpressed, biting nervously at his lip. He’d been told before he’d be good at porn. That he was good looking enough to do things like sell nudes, or model. And it brought in a lot of money, even for basic stuff, right?

He hit send.

And that was how Tony found SpiderTwink2001. Not very creative on Peter’s part, but then again, the boy hadn’t actually expected his profile to go anywhere. At first it was filled with meh quality shots from his phone. Awkward playing the camera and fumbled editing as he learned.

But then he taught himself and used what spare money he could find doing odd-jobs and as thank yous from the people he saved as Spiderman and bought himself a pretty basic DSLR recording camera. Some mid-quality editing software and his videos became clearer. Smoother. He learned how to talk as though the camera was his partner and learned what angles worked.

By the end of the year, SpiderTwink2001 was the 55th most popular blog on the entire site, and Tony Stark was invested.

He hadn’t meant to find it. Not at first. Well. He’d been looking for porn, obviously, but he’d stumbled across Peter’s blog after searching for close up videos, full on scotch and overcome with the sudden desire to watch a cute little ass stretch open around a cock.

He was barely on page three by the time he found the video, apparently one of the guy’s most popular shoots. It begun with a shot of his lower back and the fat, round swell of his ass, sitting above one of the largest dildos Tony had seen in a while. A little bubble in the lower hand corner of the video informed him the toy was almost four inches in circumference, and almost eight inches in length. His own cock, of similar measurement, immediately made its presence known.

The boy begun to sink down in a controlled, slow movement, the camera at just the perfect angle to catch the toy’s shimmery blue body disappearing slowly, so slowly into the welcome embrace. The softest, sweetest moan Tony had ever heard drifted from the holo-screen, high and keening as the boy just kept sinking down, swallowing the toy inch by inch. The camera zoomed in as the boy then begun to lean forwards, bending the dildo and giving the camera a HD view of where it was hidden in the plush depths of his ass.

“Kid’s good” Tony grunted, digging a heel into the bulge of his cock. Knew how to perform. The kid was breathy but not the overly fake every-second-of-the-video moan/scream sounds that most porn contained. Just the odd sound at suitable intervals that had Tony sinking lower in his bed, thighs parting as he kneaded lazily at his arousal.

The boy rode the toy at a torturous pace, so much so that even Tony was impatient in his pleasure, intent on watching the video until it ended, but not wanting to cum too quickly into it. The boy’s raw little rim stretched around the toy, rosy and tight as he bounced and ground in turn. Greedily clinging to the toy on each upwards motion, swallowing it down with ease on each downward. He was a pretty thing, shaved and clean with tight, round little balls. Strong thighs when the video panned out a little.

About mid-way through Tony let his head fall back, lifted his hips to let his cock flop free of his boxers and against his hip, his own pre-cum hot on his skin as he reached down, wrapped long fingers around a longer length and squeezed just enough to stave the ache. On the screen the face-less boy had sunk deep onto the dildo and was rocking on it, no doubt grinding his prostate as just visible between his legs, he pumped his cock in time to his movements.

The boy was letting out desperate little unfs with each motion, quiet, almost like he was not home alone. Tony stroked himself firm and slow, more feeling the length than doing anything about the way it drooled over his stomach. The video still had a way to go, and he wanted to be there for the end of it.

Tony breathed out as he watched the boy, who was riding his sweet spot like he’d die if he didn’t. Tony found himself responding each time a sweet, high little moan or whimper came from his speakers, stripping his cock in time to the way the boy’s hips began to twist and grind faster.

And then the boy was slowing, staving off his pleasure, and rising to his knees. Tony was about to spit a curse - because how cruel was this? - When the camera cut, and the scene stole his breath away, fingers locking around the base of his cock.

Now, the boy’s front was to the camera, hips pushed forwards, low on his haunches so the dildo was bent backwards into his pert little body, the boy’s round, small balls resting on its base. His cock was a true thing of beauty, petite and slender, cut neatly. The tip was dusky pink and sheened with slick.

His hips rolled sensually five more times, and that pretty, pink dick jerked against a taut stomach and prominent hips, a cracked cry filling Tony’s ears and pearly globs of cum splattered against that slender stomach and began to dribble down the muscles slowly. Tony spat a curse and his hips hips lifted in response, barely managing to lift his shirt out of the way of his own cum.

It got worse from there. He followed SpiderTwink2001, and found it was his go-to blog. When he was tense and full of adrenaline after missions. When he came home from Galas in need of stress relief. When some little shit riled him up with no intentions of following through.

That pert little ass and pretty little cock almost became akin to an addiction. Tony set up a software that would send him an alert on any new videos, found that he’d more or less abandoned any and all other porn in favour of watching the boy, who never showed his face but was still the body behind all of Tony’s wet dreams.

He was in a meeting when his phone vibrated softly, just enough to draw his attention, in the specific three-beat pattern that he’d designated to SpiderTwink2001′s alerts. He sucked in a sharp breath and risked a glance across the room, making sure that Pepper was watching the slides and not him before he risked sneaking his phone from his pocket, just enough to see the top portion of the screen.

SpiderTwink2001: Face Reveal.

Tony nearly dropped his phone, leg jerking up and knee banging into the underside of the table. He spat a curse, cringing as he looked up to find the rest of the room eyeing him warily.

Except for Pepper. She eyed him like she was mentally throttling him with great sincerity.

“Lab stuff. Continue” he dismissed, waving a hand. The poor marketing employee was only three words into her sentence when he abruptly stood. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Continue, I just won’t be here”.

“Tony fucking Stark, sit down or I-”

“Will be receiving a very big gift basket very soon. Do enjoy the lunch!” Tony hastened to cut her off, darting passed before Pepper’s manicured nails could snag his arm. He could feel the irritation radiating off her, and vowed to upgrade her gift basket from ‘very big’ to ‘the biggest’.

He was barely in the safety of his own penthouse when he was waving up the holo screen, hands already unbuckling his suit pants as he moved towards the expensive couch. As an afterthought he asked JARVIS to lock down his floor, sinking onto the plush seat with a groan as he set SpiderTwink’s video to the screen.

It began with just a body shot, the boy naked save for a pair of sleek black shorts, like he’d been at the gym or in bed before deciding to make this. And then he began to talk. SpiderTwink’s voice was soft and lilted, a little higher than most men’s, but delicious to Tony’s ears. He’d heard that voice mewling out ‘Daddy, please!’ More times than he could count.

“Okay. Uh. So I mean this is kinda two things? At once. Two reveals, I guess. Firstly, I’ve decided to branch out into camming, and doing live shows. Which is kinda why I’m doing this video”.

Tony’s fingers stilled over his buckle, both invested and mildly disappointed. Clearly this wasn’t going to be a porny kind of face reveal, but it still meant getting to see the visage that belonged to every wet fantasy from the past four months. He let his hands fall away and shifted to get comfortable instead, listening intently.

“And, uh. I mean, I can’t really stop any of you trying to like, stalk me on Facebook and stuff, really. But…Please don’t? Its kinda weird, and-”

The talking continued for a little while, endless, cute rambling that bounced from topic to topic. Tony increased the volume and went to get himself a scotch, buckling his belt again as he went. He was back on the couch when the boy sucked in a sharp breath, stomach muscles flexing, and reached for the camera.

Tony brought the scotch to his lips for a slow pull, and inhaled the burning amber liquid when the single prettiest boy he’d ever seen blinked owlishly at the camera, nervous and shy.

He had a slender face, with a strong jaw and prominent cheeks. That was about as much as Tony could notice behind the blurring of his eyes, waving for the video to pause as he hacked a series of coughs, thumping at his chest.

“Sir, do you need-”

“No! No” Tony wheezed, shaking his head. Several more moments of feeling like someone had dropped a petrol bomb into his lungs, and he sank back against the couch, wiping his eyes and motioning for the video to continue. SpiderTwink gave him a sheepish, meek smile, like apologising for the incident.

“So. Uh. Hi”.

Hi indeed.

The boy had slightly mismatched eyebrows, one ticking upwards midway through, but it gave him a sweet, inquisitive look. He had a wide mouth and even wider eyes, dark brown and framed by thick lashes. He screamed pretty as much as strong, as Tony knew from his lithe, toned figure. Tony paused the video just to stare at him a little longer, transfixed.

Somehow, knowing he was so invested in someone so attractive only served to make it even better. The kid almost seemed too good to be true, such a perfect little body and a pretty face to boot. His fingers itched to type the command, to find out everything he could on the boy, but whilst he was somewhat of a pervert, he wasn’t a creep. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming against his whiskey tumbler.

“JARVIS. I want to be notified the instant this kid goes live. Every single time. I don’t care if I’m mid-battle or mid-meeting” Tony instructed, then he paused, and raised his free hand to rub at his jaw. “And hide any financial connections to this from Pep. And Rhodey. In fact…Make another ghost account. I don’t want another lecture”.

“Of course, Sir” JARVIS responded diplomatically, and Tony shifted, clicking off the video and onto one of his personal favourites. His cock had immediately perked up at the kid’s face, and wasn’t going anywhere soon. Besides, now that he could imagine that pretty little mouth and those gorgeous eyes while watching the kid fuck himself stupid, the videos were just so much better.

“Lock down all communications. I don’t want any interruptions for the next 60 minutes” Tony commanded as he began to open his belt buckle, tongue sliding across his lower lip in anticipation.

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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Can you do a hurt/comfort parkner story where Peter overworks himself cause someone died and he thinks it’s his fault so Harley has to help him. No rush at all 💞

It’s hard for Harley to really offer much, living so far away from his boyfriend.

When Peter stops responding to texts, stops answering his endless calls, cancels their virtual date nights, there’s not much Harley can do. It’s not like he can really force Peter to answer him.

The days without Peter, without his witty texts, his soft crackling laughter over the phone, the heart-eyes he gets whenever they have Skype Dates, it’s hard. Harley hates to be so far, still stuck in Rose Hill, with no way of getting up to New York for more than a couple weeks a year, but being without Peter, not being able to see him or hear from him or even get a single text to ease his nerves, hurts like his chest has been pried open, heart trying to escape and find it’s way back to his love.

At first, he assumes Peter’s just busy. They’re rounding on Exam season and Peter’s a Junior, so class loads are pretty heavy, not to mention the Academic Decathlon competition he’d been talking about the last time they called.

But even when Peter’s busy, he always remembers to text at least once. Especially with how nervous and worried his texts get as the days pass with no answer.

His boyfriend is a superhero. How could he not be worried?

He’s had the news on almost constantly at home, annoying the hell out of his little sister, and his phone ringer stays on high all day at school, getting him into a few detentions. But so far, nothing’s come up about Spider-Man.

After four days of radio silence on Peter’s side, nearly a hundred messages staying on Delivered, he finally caves and calls Tony.

“Wow, my second favourite young adult!” Tony says, sounding mostly chipper. As chipper as someone like Tony Stark can. “What’s got you calling? Normally, I hear everything through Peter.”

“So you’ve heard from Peter?” Harley asks, voice lifting almost an octave higher in his worry and panic. “He hasn’t answered me in four days and I’m kinda freaking out.”

Harley starts pacing the length of his bedroom, heart hammering in his chest. Abbie shoves open his door, rolling her eyes overdramatically at him, but she still sprawls out across his bed, watching him carefully.

“Um, now that you say that, he cancelled his last Lab Night with me. I didn’t really think much of it but he’s been kinda snappy with me last week too,” Tony says. There’s a few clicks of a keyboard, and then Tony sighs. “It looks like he’s been logging a lot of hours as Spider-Man. Like a crazy amount. Yesterday, he was out from four pm, when he got out of school, until five am.”

“Is he mad at me? Did he say anything?”

Even Abbie frowns at his question, laced in desperation.

“I don’t know, kid. I haven’t spoken to him in like a week. I’ll ask May, I’ll see if I can corner Peter into telling me anything and I’ll let you know, okay?”

Harley frowns, saying a quick goodbye and dropping onto the bed beside his little sister. “I hate this. I just wish he’d call me.”

“I know, Harls, but there’s nothing either of us can do. It might be smarter to just take your mind off everything. Weren’t you planning a trip up over summer? That’s only another two weeks out,” Abbie says, forever going to be the smarter, more logical of the two Keener siblings. She shrugs but still wraps an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a comforting hug.

“I know you’re right,” he says, still staring at his phone. “I just… I really think I love him. I do. And I’m scared he’s mad at me or that things are falling apart and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just really wish he’d call and talk to me.”

Abbie doesn’t say anything more, knowing there’s nothing more she can do to make it better.

* It’s another three days before Peter finally responds.

All he’s heard since then was a single text from Tony reading Peter’s acting weird, think you were right. He’s not talking to me or May or even his friends, falling asleep in class, getting detentions. I’ll try to talk to him or at least get him to talk to you. But I’m pretty positive it wasn’t anything to do with you. Don’t fret.

And then it had turned back into a waiting game until Peter finally texted him.

It was simple, small, sweet.

I miss you

It made Harley’s chest jump, and he immediately asked to go to the bathroom, ducking out of class and dialing Peter’s number again.

He waits and waits and waits, but Peter doesn’t pick up. He tries again, heart pounding and pacing down the hallway.

On attempt three, Peter finally picks up. “Harley.”

“Peter, honey, thank god. I was starting to get worried. You weren’t answering my texts and cancelling all our dates and I was- I just-”

“I’m sorry.” Peter sounds miserable. Tired and upset and confused. “I meant to but I kept freaking out and I didn’t know how to… Is there anyway I could convince you to come up to New York early?”

Harley frowns. He wants to see Peter, he’d drop everything for Peter any day but he has his own exams the following week, plus Junior Prom on the Friday. It’s not like he can really skip any of it. Plus, changing his plane tickets is going to be a hassle.

“I don’t know if I can. I might be able to fly up on the Saturday, but that’s still another nine days from now, and that only changes our plans by four. It’s not really…”

Peter sniffles. “I just- I really wanna see you. I miss you and things have been hard and I just want you here, you know. I miss you. It’s been, what? Three months?”

“I miss you too, sweetheart, I have exams next week. All week. I don’t mind skipping junior prom, it’ll probably be awful anyways considering the disaster that was homecoming last year. But I still need to be here until Friday.”

“I know, I know, I just-” Peter cuts himself off, voice trembling.

Harley checks his watch, knowing he’ll get another detention if he spends too much time out of class. “How about, for now at least, we’ll set up a Skype date for tonight, and then we’ll talk more about making another trip up.”

“Six?”

“Yeah, six is good. I’ll look up plane tickets for this weekend, but I can’t make any promises, okay?”

Peter sniffles again. “Okay. ‘m sorry for worrying you.”

“That’s okay, darlin’. Don’t you worry about me. Are you home?”

“May grounded me when she found out I was skipping curfew. And when she saw just how badly I was skipping curfew, just how little sleep I was getting, she made me take a sick day to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how much stress I must’ve been putting you under.”

Harley sighs, already knowing from Tony just how little sleep Peter had been getting. It makes his heart ache with the idea that he’s not there. He’s not close enough to wrap Peter up and protect him from everything, take care of him. He wishes, more than anything, that he could do that, that he could be there.

“I’ve gotta get back to class before I get a detention, but Skype call at six, okay? And we’ll talk about everything, make everything better, alright, honey?”

“Thank you, you’re the best, you know that? I really don’t deserve you, Harls,” Peter says, voice slipping into a quiet murmur. “You’re too good to me.”

Harley shakes his head, voice dipping too. “You deserve the world, darling, I swear.”

* Seeing Peter, through the old camera lens, makes everything make a little more sense.

The dark circles under his eyes, the puffiness of his tear-stained cheeks, his bloodshot eyes, the slight tremble of his shoulder, the bruises mapped out across the pale expanse of his skin. It makes Harley’s chest hurt so badly, makes his heart ache to be close to his boyfriend again.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harley starts, voice rough and pained. “Everything okay?”

Peter shrugs, bottom lip sticking out. “I miss you. I wish you were here. The only thing I want right now is a hug from you.”

“Oh, I know, honey. I’m so sorry I can’t be there all the time to take care of you, to protect you, to hold you. I’m sorry I can’t. I’m sorry this has been so hard on you.”

“I know this has been hard on you too,” Peter says, obviously trying his best not to cry. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant lately. I just- I got so caught up in- in feeling like this and working so hard to be better, I didn’t think I deserved to have your support.”

Harley looks down, not wanting to cry in front of Peter who obviously needs him to be strong and stable for him. “You deserve everything and more.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew.”

“Knew what?” Harley says and then quickly rephrases, “Whatever it is, that’s not going to change how I feel about you, that’s not going to change how much you deserve.”

Peter frowns, lip trembling and eyes watering as he turns his gaze to his hands. “Last week, I was out patrolling and there was this fight happening out on the streets and I went to go save them, I wanted to protect her. She was- She was young, like maybe mid-twenties, and she was so scared and alone and I tried- I tried so fucking hard but-”

“Honey-”

“I got shot,” Peter says, voice breaking. “In the hip. I fell- I didn’t want- I couldn’t-”

Harley shakes his head, wanting nothing more than to hug his boyfriend, press a kiss to his forehead, hold him and make all of his pain go away. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“She died,” Peter chokes out, tears falling down his flushed cheeks. “She got shot and I tried to swing her to the hospital and keep her awake and get the bad guy, but with my stupid hip, I- I didn’t make it in time. I can’t- I-”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s not on you. You can’t save everyone, you know that. I’m so sorry that happened, but just because some bad guy hurt a civilian, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be cared about. It doesn’t mean you have to overwork yourself to make up for something that wasn’t your fault.”

Peter lets out a quiet pained noise, shoulders shaking. “It was my fault. I was right there. I should’ve gotten up and saved her. I should’ve been faster, more careful, something. I could’ve saved her.”

Realizing just how bad this is, the overwhelming need to wrap Peter up in a hug, makes itself obvious so he grabs the emergency credit card Tony had given him, and books the next flight to New York, leaving the next day. It’s not cheap, but he’s sure Tony would understand.

“Darling, it’s not your fault. I know it seems like it is, but you weren’t the one holding the gun, you weren’t the one who put her life in danger, the only one at fault is that bad guy, okay? This isn’t on you.”

Peter sniffles, ducking his head. “I visited the family yesterday as Peter Parker not as Spider-Man, well I told them it was me, but I told them what happened, how sorry I was.”

“Did they say it was your fault?”

His boyfriend deflates, shaking his head. “No, they said exactly what you did. That it’s not my fault, I tried, I made sure she wasn’t alone when she went. I know logically, there was nothing I could do, but- I still feel like I need to work harder to make sure it doesn’t happen to anybody else. That I won’t lose anyone else.”

“It’s not up to you to save everybody, Peter,” Harley says, hoping he can get it through to his boyfriend for at least tonight. “You’re the only superhero within the Avengers who actually cares about the little guy, it can’t be just your responsibility to save everybody in New York. That’s not feasible, right?”

“Right,” Peter agrees, finally slumping. “I know you’re right. I know I’m being crazy. I know it’s not up to me to save everyone, Tony’s had that conversation with me about a thousand times. I know, I just- I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Harley nods sympathetically, offering a small smile. “You’re definitely sleep-deprived, that can’t help. How much have you been doing?”

“I’ve been patrolling for like twelve hours every night,” Peter admits quietly. “May’s been working overnights so as long as I can get home before she gets home around six, she wasn’t going to find out. But I’d only get like an hour or two of sleep before school and exam prep and homework- I don’t know. Too much, really.”

“I just bought tickets to come home for the long weekend,” Harley says, smiling when Peter’s whole face lights up. “Tomorrow night, I’ll be flying out and you’ve got me until Monday morning. As long as you promise we’ll spend a little time studying for our exams.”

Peter quickly swipes a hand over his cheeks, ridding himself of the tears that still linger. “You know you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve hung in there for another week or two.”

“If I’m being honest, it’s only half because of you. It’s also half for my benefit.”

“Because you need me to reteach you all of calculus?” Peter teases sweetly, smile making his eyes sparkle.

Harley rolls his eyes, smiling back. “Believe it or not, I have missed you too. Not for your genius brain, somehow understanding how to do stupid calculus, but for you. You know I’ve gotten more detentions these last two years than ever before because of how often I’ve been caught texting you or just daydreaming about you.”

“I don’t want to put your education in jeopardy,” Peter says, mostly joking but there’s an undertone of guilt.

“You’re not. That’s all on me. I think I’m really the bad influence here, not you.”

“You’re really coming all the way to New York? Just for this weekend? Just because I said I was upset?”

Harley rolls his eyes again, smiling softly. “You really doubt me? The things I’d do for you, Peter Parker, are so much bigger and higher than flying out to see you for a weekend.”

“You’re too good for me.”

“You won’t be saying that when I get there and physically force you to sleep if I have to. I’ll be your self-care enforcer all weekend. Eight hours of sleep, no Spider-Man outings, the exact number of calories your metabolism needs, everything.”

The love that fills Peter’s expression is so open and whole that Harley’s chest starts to hurt again, the same aching, fullness like he can’t possibly fit this much love inside his heart.

They talk throughout the night about what they’ve missed over the past couple weeks, of school and friends and Spider-Man and Tony, catching up on each other’s lives, until eventually Peter looks like he might pass out if he stays up for a moment longer, and Harley has to pack for the weekend, so they say their quiet goodbyes, see you soon’s bleeding into their every sentence with unbearable amounts of fondness.

And the next day, after a few hours’ plane ride, Harley makes it to the New York airport, dropping his luggage to catch his boyfriend in a tight hug, they finally murmur the three words they’d been holding close to their chest, I love you leaving their mouths between kisses like a promise.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Somewhere to Go

Peter Parker x Stark!Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1120 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Tony and Reader rarely fight but when they do, she goes to Peter's house to talk it through

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Having Tony Stark for a father had never been that bad, growing up.

Sure, it had its challenges but they had always been different than you assumed other kids faced with their ‘normal’ parents.

Instead of having to wake Tony up to make you breakfast before school, you had most breakfasts (homemade by Happy) across from whatever woman he’d had over the night before.

...Not to mention the fact that he was actually Iron Man.

You never had a shot at a normal childhood really, but now that you were older, you couldn’t have been more thankful for that. Not that it was always all sunshine and rainbows.

Tony had always been an arrogant, stubborn, egomaniac and you also shared in those tendencies. You were both brilliant and opinionated and that had resulted in some monumental arguments.

Usually, those fights were resolved before they could really be a problem, but that wasn’t always the case.

You and your single father had always had an incredibly open relationship, because he treated you like an adult but he was still your dad.

Sometimes you forgot that.

Today though, was not a day like that.

You had come home from school and immediately received the cold shoulder because hacking into confidential files while he slept was ‘a breach of private property’ and ‘unbelievably disrespectful’

You got all of that, you heard what he was saying but this was all coming from the man who taught you to hack in the first place. Were you really supposed to feel bad for using the skills he’d given you?

You didn’t think so, but explaining that had only made things worse.

Things were said, and threats were made, eventually ending in your storming out the front door. You had no idea where you were going but it didn’t matter.

Anywhere but that house was preferable right now. You and dad could work it out later, but you both had to cool down before that could happen.

It wasn’t until you were already driving down the road that you realized where you were going but by that time, you didn’t care enough to stop it.

You didn’t have a ton of friends, but one person you’d always cared for was Peter.

Peter Parker, a literal superhero who you’d met through your dad a few months ago, was the coolest guy you’d ever met. He was awkward, sure, but he always knew just what to say.

In a moment like this, you couldn’t think of anywhere you’d rather be, so you headed for his house and didn’t stop until you got there.

Peter looked shocked to see you at first, when he opened the door but you didn’t need to give him a reason to drop by. It wasn’t like he was going to leave you in the hallway.

“Hey Y/N, is everything okay? Does Mr.Stark need me for something?” he asked, whispering the last part as if it was some kind of secret.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at that. It was a reasonable assumption, considering Tony was the only thing you two really had in common but you didn’t have anyone else to talk to.

Peter was the only person you could be honest with.

“Everything’s fine, I’m actually just here to see you. Is that okay?” you hummed, wondering if driving out here was a bad idea.

Aside from his close relationship with your father, you and Peter didn’t really have much ground to stand on, but that didn’t stop him from opening the door for you.

Whatever was going on, he wasn’t going to just shut the door in your face. He wasn’t the kind of guy, it wasn’t in his nature and that was what you were counting on.

“Yeah, okay. Aunt May won’t be back till later” he shrugged, knowing that she wouldn’t really mind if he had a girl over, though she would probably have a ton of questions.

You nodded again, not really having thought this through past getting in the door. This whole thing was kind of odd, but just as you were about to forget the whole thing, you turned around to see Peter waiting for you by the door.

He had this look on his face, like he was waiting for something. It was almost like he knew something was wrong, but he wanted you to clear the air before he said anything.

“Dad and I got into a fight and I didn’t have anywhere else to go” you explained, your shoulders shrugging casually as if it was no big deal, though Peter knew differently.

Peter had never seen two people more in sync than you and Tony, but he assumed that father/daughter relationship was still challenging.

It was the last part of your sentence that really got to him.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go, but you’d still thought it through enough to come to him. It made him feel all warm inside knowing that you must have felt safe with him, though he chose to ignore that.

“Can I stay here for a little while?” you wondered, after a few seconds before you even knew what was happening. In any normal circumstances, you would never do that but Peter just made you feel secure.

You wanted to feel okay right now, to get your mind off of everything and he provided the perfect opportunity.

…And Peter wasn’t going to dare turn you down.

He had always had a, not so little, crush on you and he knew that he would never forgive himself if he closed the door on you now.

Not to mention that Ned would probably lose his mind if he found out about this whole thing later. He would never live it down if he made you leave now.

“Of course, the couch is there. I’ll grab us some drinks” Peter suggested, gesturing over to the living room before leaving to go to the fridge.

He felt this odd pressure, like he was on a date with his dream girl but this wasn’t that. You were still you, even when you two were alone and nothing bad could happen.

You weren’t some scary monster, you were just Y/N, and even if he didn’t know you all that well, you two had too much in common to not be friends.

That would have to be good enough, even if Peter did secretly want more from you.

Right now, he just wanted to make sure you knew that if you ever needed somewhere to go again, his door was always open for you.

As long as you knew him, you would always have somewhere to go.

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sdottkrames · 3 years

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Whatever It Is, Peter Started It!

@comfortember Prompt 26: Junk Food

Summary: Peter and Shuri meet. Hijinks and memes ensue!

Notes: This is just simple fluff and humor. I hope you enjoy! I am a millennial, so hopefully I do gen Z humor right :P Thank you thank you all for the love and support. It continues to amaze me every single day.

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Tony knew getting Peter and Shuri together was a bad idea.

The princess had come with her kingly brother to smooth out things with the accords, which had of course been deemed stupid and unnecessary in the wake of Thanos and the subsequent forgiveness from both sides of the “civil war.” He had tried to impress upon Peter the need to be respectful, and that no matter how many references to pop culture he thought the princess would know, he couldn’t just quote a whole bunch of vines (was that the word? Branches? Twigs? Something like that) just because they were funny.

“King T’Challa,” Tony said, shaking the man’s outstretched hand. “Welcome! This is my intern, Peter.”

“Yes. We have not met in person, but I have heard great things about you,Spider-Man.” T’Challa turned to shake Peter’s hand. “And this is my little sister, Princess Shuri.”

The princess greeted the others, shaking their hand as well. And, of course, Peter being Peter, he muttered the most cursed sentence Tony had ever heard.

“I like your accent, where you from?”

“Peter!” He elbowed the kid in the side.

“I’m Liberian,” Shuri said, in a strangely deep voice.

“Oh, my bad,” Peter said, his face breaking out into a huge grin. “I like your accent, where you from?” He whispered.

Then both teens laughed, and Tony just knew he would have a headache by the end of the day. But it was Peter, so Tony decided it was worth it.

He shook his head. “Kid, why don’t you take the Princess around the compound, huh? You know the rules in the lab, so be careful. Don’t do anything I would do-”

“And don’t do anything you wouldn’t do,” Peter said, grinning.

Tony ruffled the kids' hair affectionately. “That’s right. Grey area.”

And then the two ran off.

Tony took the king on a short tour of his own before joining the rest of the avengers. It got tense for a second when T’Challa shook Bucky’s hand, and Tony’s hand was very close to his nanosuit activator. But T’Challa simply shook the Winter Soldier’s hand, assured Bucky of his knowledge of the man’s innocence, and they all took their seats.

Tony breathed out a sigh of relief, and settled in to endure a couple long hours of being in a stuffy meeting,

***

The first stop on Peter’s tour was the lab. It was his favorite spot, by far, and he just knew Shuri would like it. Even if she probably had tech a thousand times cooler and more advanced.

“I bet this all seems pretty mundane compared to Wakanda,” he said. “I’d love to come see the tech you got in your lab!”

“Well, all I can say is,” Shuri paused before pointing at Dum-E and U and shouting, “What are THOSE!?

Peter couldn’t help laughing again. “I’m so glad they have Vine in Wakanda. You know, Tony called Vines branches the other day. I almost disowned him.”

Shuri patted his arm in sympathy. “I told T’Challa that I would die for him the other day, and he just said ‘I’d never let that happen.’ I threw my fork at him.”

Peter and Shuri goofed around in the lab for a while. He showed his web shooters off just a little, and Shuri helped him create an entire new web combination.

“This is a little different from what I usually work with,” Shuri admitted, beakers lined up in front of her as she and Peter mixed and tested the various formulas. “I feel a little like Bill Nye the Science guy.”

“Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!” Peter chanted immediately, making them dissolve into laughter again.

“Well, white boy, test it out!” she said once they’d gotten the formula right. Peter slipped it into his shooters and shot a couple test webs. They were amazing! Smoother, quieter, and stronger than he’d ever been able to make.

“Shuri, this is sweet!” Peter said upside down as he hung from the ceiling on the web

“Well, did you expect less?” She rolled her eyes.

“No, absolutely not!” Peter flipped back to the floor. “Ooooh! Let’s go to the training room and test it out!”

Peter might have fallen on his face once, not paying attention to where he was going.

“Shuri!!” he yelled, but he was laughing, so the princess wasn’t too worried.

Until she saw the blood.

“Spidey, your nose!”

So they raced to the kitchen, Peter pinching the bridge of his nose, and grabbed some paper towels. The bleeding stopped quickly, Peter’s super healing not to be deterred by the mundane-ness of the injury, and since they were in the kitchen, they were soon debating the best snacks.

“Well, bleach obviously,” Shuri said.

“What? You’re the princess of Wakanda. I didn’t expect you to be so basic. The best snack is obviously tide pods.”

Shuri gave a wicked grin. “We should ask Stark.”

“Oh, I like how you think,” Peter agreed, taking out his phone. “Done,” he said after typing for a second. “You should text T’Challa too!”

Shuri waved her phone. “Way ahead of you, colonizer.”

***

Tony’s phone pinged, distracting him from the meeting, and instantly filling him with trepidation. There were only two people who’s texts would be pushed through while his phone was in meeting mode, and that was Pepper and Peter. He glanced down and nearly groaned.

He stood up, glancing at T’Challa. “Sorry. I, uh, I need to go.”

T’Challa looked down as well before excusing himself, too, and the two heroes raced down the hall to find their teenagers.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure Peter started it.”

“You don’t know my sister, Stark.”

“Friday, where are they?”

“Kitchen, sir,” the AI answered, and the two heroes raced to the room.

They skittered to a stop when they saw the two teens, no bleach or tide pods in sight, laughing by the sink. The only thing concerning was a paper towel with some red on it that looked suspiciously like blood but the kids looked intact, so Tony took a breath as he leaned heavily on the kitchen island.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, what the heck did you do that for?” Tony demanded.

“Do what?” Peter asked innocently, and Shuri couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shuri,” T’Challa warned. “Was this your idea?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, brother,” she giggled.

“Let’s go, Stark,” T’Challa said, shaking his head, content that there was no danger.

“No funny business,” Tony added.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Peter said, eyes deceptively innocent.

Tony rolled his eyes and hurried to the meeting.

“See, Shuri, I made a mentor,” Peter joked once said mentor was down the hall.

“No, you ruined a perfectly good superhero is what you did. Look at him, he’s got anxiety!”

***

The teenagers turned their attention to raiding the cabinets. They pulled out the enormous bag of candy left over from Halloween, popped popcorn (shooting it into each other’s mouths. Peter won that little contest, but not for lack of effort or enthusiasm on Shuri’s part), and Peter pulled out both the Red Vines and the Twizzlers. He grunted in false disgust as Shuri immediately went for the Twizzlers.

“You are a disgrace,” Peter said. “Tony’s bad enough with the Twizzlers, but c’mon. Red Vines are where it’s at.”

“You are wrong. Twizzlers, all the way. And I like the black ones too.”

Peter gasped in mock shock. Luckily, the argument halted as Shuri saw a container of oreos.

“Spider, did you ever see the cookie challenge?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Peter said, already pulling them out.

And that’s how the adults found them, black crumbs all over their faces as they twitched and shimmied trying to get the chocolate cookie from their forehead to their mouth without using their hands. Shuri cheered as she triumphantly munched on her oreo.

“Eat cookie crumbs!” She shouted.

“I call a rematch! Oh, hey Tony!” Peter said, trotting over and curling easily into his mentor’s side.

“Shuri, we should be leaving for Wakanda soon,” T’Challa said.

“You always ruin my fun, brother. I was just going to suggest a rematch with all of you,” she said, holding out a cookie to each adult.

T’Challa shook his head good naturedly as he accepted the treat. “I suppose we have time for a rematch. Just as long as you’re prepared to lose, sister.”

“Excuse you, your majesty, but I will be winning this contest,” Tony interjected, taking his own cookie. “Friday, count us in!” He called once the kids had their Oreo’s ready, as well.

“On your marks, get set, go!”

Shuri won again, and T’Challa muttered something about getting a big head as they started toward the jet.

Shuri and Peter hugged goodbye, promising to send each other memes every day (they’d exchanged phone numbers much earlier) and he waved until they could no longer see the Wakandan planes.

#comfortember #comfortember 2020 #mine #I personally prefer twizzlers and I like the black ones too #comment whether you like twizzlers or red vines!

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louhooo · 5 years

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Surprises

Warnings: Swearing, adult themes (no smut), fluff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Sometimes, the best way to surprise someone is after dessert.

A/N: I’m really trying to get into the groove of writing one-shots. Props to everyone who does them regularly, because OH BOY, ARE THEY TOUGH!! Also, ‘Dear Theodosia’ definitely got stuck in my head while writing this.

Feedback is always welcomed! 💘

“No.”

“But, Bucky–” He bent until he was eye level with her.

“No.” Bucky could see the flame brewing in her narrowed eyes, but he didn’t care. He was perfectly okay with sleeping on the couch for a couple nights while she was mad at him.

Y/N clenched her jaw and balled her fist. Bucky had told her once that she looked “adorable” when she was pissed at him. She showed him just how “adorable” she could be after that.

Bucky raised a brow, anticipating a slew of crude words or gestures from his girlfriend. Y/N could have done a multitude of things that would have hurt him, but she took a deep breath and relaxed her body, making Bucky tense. He kept his face neutral, but inside, Bucky was terrified. She was calm. Too calm.

“Fine.” Y/N turned on her heel and walked out of their room. Bucky blinked before his mind snapped back. He quickly caught up with her just as she was leaving their apartment at the compound.

“Fine? What do you mean, ‘fine?’” She glanced up at him, a look of disbelief clearly on her face. He rolled his eyes, “Yes, I know what the word means, but when you say ‘fine’ and it does not usually mean ‘fine.’” She snorted and waved to Wanda as they entered the common room.

“I mean what I said, Bucky. It’s fine.” She walked into the shared kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the fridge.

“Right...” Bucky stood in the doorway, his brows pinched, trying to determine how much he should believe her. Y/N glanced at him and smirked. His eyes stayed on her as she set her glass on the counter and walked up to him. She brought her hand up to his face, and thumbed the crease in between his brows.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll get wrinkles.” Bucky’s defense fell, and he relaxed into her touch. She carried her hand down to his jaw, his stubble prickling against her palm.

“’M sorry. I really expected you to get mad at me.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling up at him. Bucky gave a lopsided grin back, his flesh arm looping around her waist to pull her closer.

Y/N wasn’t mad. Annoyed? Yes, but not mad. But Bucky didn’t need to worry about that. It would all work out eventually. He lowered himself and kissed her forehead, pleasantly surprised with how the events were playing out.

Y/N hummed and let him kiss her. They grinned at each other one more time before he announced he was going to meet with Steve and Sam to train. She gave him a quick goodbye kiss and returned to her glass of water, and started scrolling through her phone.

“You’re lying to him.” Wanda spoke from the doorway, an amused grin on her face. Y/N peered through her lashes at her, a faint grin still on her face.

“It’s not a bad lie, he just doesn’t know that yet.” She just needed to help him figure out that it was something he wanted, too. Wanda chuckled and shook her head.

“I hope that works out for you.” Y/N smirked and took another sip of water. Her plans always worked out.

Bucky had been gone most of the day for press. Had he of known being a “superhero” entailed talking to journalists about his “skin care routine while on missions”, he would have just stayed in Wakanda. He was ready to put on sweatpants and lay on the couch with his girl. He turned the handle to their apartment and was startled to see Y/N already standing there.

She smiled up at him. “Hi, baby. I was gonna get some ice cream, want some?” She stood in the entryway, blocking him from walking into their apartment. He smirked, and let her take his metal hand and pull him to the communal kitchen. She had F.R.I.D.A.Y. close their door and looked up at Bucky with a dreamy smile. “How was the press conference?” Bucky sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

“I still don’t understand their line of questioning. Do people really care where I buy my jackets?” Y/N smirked and patted the chair at the counter for Bucky to sit. He sat down while she zoomed around the kitchen gathering everything she needed for sundaes.

“They’re snazzy jackets, babe. People just wanna dress more like ‘Bucky Barnes’.” Bucky raised a skeptical brow at her as she slid two blue ceramic bowls on the counter and popped open the carton of vanilla ice cream.

“I think people just feel the need to know everything, nowadays. I don’t remember wondering where Cary Grant got his suits.” He watched her get scoop after scoop and plop them into the bowls.

“You would’ve looked good in those suits.” Bucky snorted and reached to open the chocolate syrup. He went to stick his finger in for a “taste test”, but Y/N pulled the jar back. “Not just ours, Buck.” She gave him a warm grin and drizzled it on the frozen dessert. She added all of the “fixin’s” that he liked: nuts, chocolate and caramel syrup, a dollop of whipped cream, sprinkles and three cherries.

She made hers, stabbing a spoon into each bowl before sliding them towards Bucky. She put all of the ingredients away and sat next to him at the counter. Bucky pushed her bowl towards her and thanked her for the treat, clinking their spoons together before taking their first bites.

They devoured their food, Bucky helping Y/N finish hers when she was too full to do so herself. Y/N kept at least one hand on Bucky the entire time, whether it was his back, his thigh, or his bicep. Her touches were innocent, but the looks she was giving him weren’t. Bucky cleaned up the bowls and deposited them in the dishwasher, before turning his attention back to his girlfriend, who was now perched on the edge of the island.

Bucky smirked and placed both of his hands on either sides of her, resting between her legs. She licked her lips, her fingers working the top buttons of his shirt. She unbuttoned two, just enough his chest hair was peeking through. He watched Y/N scratch her nails over the tufts of hair and his chest grumbled with contentment. She looked up at him, her free hand wandering lower and lower until it hooked on his belt.

“Know what I was thinkin’…?” Bucky hummed, her fragrance intoxicating him more and more with each second. She leaned in, her forefinger tracing arbitrary designs on his chest, “We should go lie down,” he hummed, “preferably without clothes on.” In one motion, Bucky picked Y/N up and attached his lips to hers, and started stalking back to their apartment. The chocolate on her tongue only added to her already sweet taste. His digits gripped into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her closer to him until he was positive there was no space between them.

She felt her back go against their door, and she moved her hand from his hair down to the handle. She needed to convince him to go to her old room, or really anywhere that wasn’t their apartment. Bucky’s lips worked over her jaw and down her neck, softly nipping at her pressure point.

“Baby?” He hummed, the vibrations sending a shiver up her spin. “Can we–” Bucky paused, separating from her neck to look at her. A very distinct meow came from behind the door. Oh… fuck. Bucky stood up straight.

“Y/N...? Why am I hearing meowing right now?”

“I don’t know…. We should go find Tony and tell him about that.” She was still being held up by Bucky, her grip on the handle tightening. He tilted his head just slightly, not believing her in the slightest.

“Baby.” She batted her lashes at him. “Open the door.” He felt her muscles tense.

“I… don’t want to.” Another meow, and her resistance started to waver. “Okay, I will, but,” she gave Bucky a pointed look, “you need to stay calm, and remember that you love me.” He lowered her to the ground and she kept her eyes on him. He finally nodded, and she slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Bucky’s eyes immediately landed at the foot couch, where two orange kittens slept, and a black kitten ran from, scurrying underneath the coffee table. Y/N walked in quietly and lowered herself to her knees by the coffee table and held out her fingers for the frightened animal. A large orange cat, presumably the mother, came out of their kitchen and eyed Bucky.

“Y/N–”

“No one would take them, Buck, and the kittens are still too little to be away from their mom.” He looked over at her and saw her staring up at him with big, hopeful eyes. Bucky let out a deep sigh and gently shut the door. He walked over to his girlfriend and kneeled beside her.

“Stark said no more after the last dog you brought home.”

“Mr. Bojangles was an old man who needed a nice place to retire with people who would love him.” The mama cat hopped on top of the coffee table and meowed for her attention. Y/N smiled and scratched behind her ears, the sound of purring filling the silence. She looked back at him with a look similar to a child who got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. “Please, Bucky? It’ll just be until they’re old enough.” Goddammit. Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek, and felt little pricks digging into his thigh. He looked down at the black kitten who meeped up at him before clawing up his leg.

He sighed and picked the tiny ball of fur up, bringing them closer to his face. They stared at each other for a few moments before Bucky sighed again. “Okay.”

Y/N squealed and threw her arms around his neck, almost toppling them both to the ground. She peppered kisses along his jaw and up his cheek, proclaiming her love for him after each peck. He laughed and let her continue until she was satisfied. Stark wouldn’t stay mad for long once he saw them, Bucky was sure of that.

Well... seventy-two percent sure.

A few hours later, the three kittens and their mom laid on plush dog bed in the corner of their bedroom. Y/N laid horizontally across their bed, propping her head up with her hands to watch the cats wind down for the night. Bucky came out of the bathroom, his shorts hanging low on his hips.

“They’re gonna keep us up, ya know?” Bucky laid down beside her, his feet hanging off the bed. Y/N grinned.

“We’ll be fine.” Bucky smirked. She looked over at him, “So, the other people called her ‘Cat’–”

“They called her ‘Cat’?” Y/N rolled her eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I know, and I don’t think it was to be clever or anything. Anyways,” she rolled so she was on her side facing Bucky, “I think we should call her ‘Fitzgerald.” Bucky gave her a dubious look.

“‘Fitzgerald?’” She hummed with a grin.

“Like Ella.” Bucky chuckled. “‘Fitz’ for short. Her song came on in the car and she seemed to like it.”

“And the kittens? I’m sure you’ve already picked out names for them.” She grinned bashfully and rolled back and pointed out the kittens as she talked about them. The orange kitten with all white legs was Theodosia (Y/N really just liked to sing her name to her), and the other one was Astaire, because just like Fred, he too had big ears. The black kitten had been following Bucky around all night, and was very quickly making a spot in Bucky’s heart.

“I think you should name the other one.” Bucky glanced at her with a raised brow. “She likes you best.” Bucky snorted and looked at the animal in question. He pursed his lips and thought.

“I don’t know, baby…”

“C’mon, Buck! They’re your furry babies, too!” Bucky stored that conversation for another day. He hummed and tilted his head, hoping that would help him come up with a name.

“What about…” Bucky was bad at naming things. He had a gold fish when he was 12 and he named it ‘Spot’, because he desperately wanted a dog, but his parents said no. He watched the kitten chase her tail, before tipping over once she finally caught it. “I don’t know.”

“How did you name the goats?” Bucky shrugged.

“Well, I knew them for a while before I named ‘em.”

“We can wait on a name, so you can get to know them?” Y/N gave him that warm grin that he loved so much. He noticed on the first mission they ever worked together that she only smiled at him like that.

“Vienna.”

“Vienna?” Her brows pinched, “Why ‘Vienna’?” Bucky chewed on his lip before glancing at her.

“She kinda reminds me of you.” Y/N raised her eyes in amusement.

“Oh? Is that so?” She giggled.

“Mm-hmm…. You followed me around the first time we met, too.” She gasped and backhanded his shoulder in offense, but the smile on her face said otherwise.

“I did not!” Bucky laughed and laid on his side to face her, his flesh hand propping up his head.

“You did, though.” She scoffed, still smiling and mirrored his positioning.

“Okay, maybe I did, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Steve made me.”

Bucky chortled, “A likely story.”

“He did!” It was her first mission with the team. Everyone had already partnered up, so Steve paired her with Bucky. She was still young and scrappy, so working with a super soldier was a dream come true for her. Bucky, however, felt like he was going to have to babysit her the whole time, so he was less than thrilled. She exhaled through her nose, fighting back a smile, “Doesn’t really explain her name though.”

Bucky smirked and plucked off a piece of orange hair from her shirt. “That mission was in Vienna.” Y/N blinked before an unhurried smile spread across her face. She always told Bucky he was more romantic than he claimed to be.

“I like it.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “And I like you, too.” Half of his mouth lifted.

“Only ‘like’?”

She smiled and kissed him softly, “I love you, too, I guess.”

“You guess? You guess?” Bucky sprung onto Y/N, tickling her until their bedroom was filled with loud laughter and quiet meeps of curiosity.

Bucky would tell her later that she was right for not listening to him, and getting the cats anyways.

But not yet.

He’d save the “I told ya so’s” for another day.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes x Y/N #Bucky x Y/N #Bucky x You #Bucky x Reader #Bucky Barnes

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sciencelings-writes · 5 years

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Iron Man Bingo: Tony Stark & Harley Keener

this is part of my 5+1 series of Tony and his kids, this one has less Tony in it which was not what I was planning but I’m mostly trying to show how much he cares, even from afar.

Every Christmas, Harley got a ridiculously expensive gift that he knew his mother couldn’t afford. It was always labeled that it was from ‘Santa’ but Harley was anything but stupid. There was a billionaire out there that still felt bad after several years of putting him in danger once. Okay, maybe twice but Harley honestly didn’t dwell on it. He actually liked helping Tony out when he was twelve, his life was boring anyway.

Usually, it was a custom kit to build something that gradually got more and more complicated. They would be robots and other machines that kept Harley busy for a few weeks before he ended up modifying it to his own design for the rest of the year.

It was a single armed robot with gold lettering on it that cheekily spelled out ‘ANTHON-E’ or ‘TON-E’ for short. Tony wasn’t discrete. And he had a strange sense of humor.

Okay, Harley thought it was funny and the golden stickers could’ve spelled out anything he wanted. Harley was the one that thought it was funny to call the bot TON-E. But Tony did send a note with ideas for names that were just as bad. Mostly puns that ended in ‘-E.’ Most of them were not FUN-E. In fact, they were borderline SHIT-E.

But one year, the year after the shitshow that was Ultron and the breakup of the Avengers, Harley got something a little different. There was a huge box of parts and Harley audibly gasped when he took a look at the blueprints. It wasn’t a little project or a robot, it was a full-on Iron Man suit. Tony had included several colors of paint and literally everything Harley could ever hope to need to make the suit perfect, although the weapons were understandably less powerful.

They weren’t like nerf guns instead of actual guns, but they weren’t going to destroy his whole block if he fucked something up.

The only thing fully put together in the kit was the arc reactor. Sure, Harley had seen it up close, hell, he had put it back in Tony's chest that one time but it had been a few years and now that he had a better idea of what it was, he was fascinated by it. There was a note on it from Tony, it gave a personal phone number and an invitation to ask for anything else that he would need and a suggestion for a free visit to New York.

Harley was a little bit excited. When he wasn’t being watched by his little sister and mother, he literally jumped up and down with a ridiculous grin pasted on his face. It took him a full month to stop smiling and he started working on the suit immediately. He also started regularly texting Tony after years of not talking him.

Their conversations ranged from dumb shit that Harley was not ashamed of talking about to deep shit like the effect of the loss of the Avengers. It took a few months and several reminders that Harley knew how to deal with the man's panic attacks that he opened up again.

Harley may not be a therapist or anything like that, but he was the type of person that could listen to people. He listened to his mom when she broke down when he suggested she try dating again, he listened to Tony during his panic attacks and the adults always felt bad for unloading their trauma onto him but he didn’t care. Sometimes people needed someone to listen and think for them when they couldn’t think straight and Harley honestly didn’t mind being that person. He seemed to stay calm when other people would freak out.

Right before spring break, Harley finished his suit. He had fully tested it and wanted to see how it would fare for long distances, so he decided to surprise Tony by visiting. He wasn’t an asshole though, he told his mom that he was going to go visit, he just didn’t tell her that Tony didn’t even know.

Honestly, Harley only knew that Tony was going to be in the country because his AI connected to FRIDAY and she had told him Tony’s schedule for the whole month. He specifically took a few weeks off to chill out and Harley was planning on ruining it. Eh, Tony would forgive him.

He was kind of surprised that his mom let him go at all, but it turned out that she had talked to Pepper Potts and she had promised that she would make sure that Harley would be taken care of as she was sure that Tony couldn’t even take care of himself. Okay, he could but a lot of the time he forgets that human bodies had needs that had to be met every day. Like sleeping and eating.

Anyway, Harley left as soon as he could. And now he could say, flying was pretty fucking awesome. He topped out at about one thousand miles per hour, faster than a normal plane, but it would still take a while to get to New York. So he enjoyed the ride. For one, the view was beautiful, by being so high up, everything just looked so small.

Harley didn’t even think before he flew in loops and just played around with the whole concept of flight. The ducks in the air could probably hear him whooping from outside of his metal mask. But he didn’t think that they had the brain capacity to care.

He was in the middle of a swan dive when his visor turned red and text flashed in front of his eyes. Thankfully, it wasn’t a problem with the suit or anything like that. It was an alert for something happening nearby.

By then he had been flying for a while and was already above West Virginia. The alert just said that the AI had sighted a mugging using a nearby security camera. The guy had a gun and his AI had deemed it safe enough to be his first act of heroism. He didn’t have much else to do and if he actually wanted to be some sort of superhero, he would have to actually do some hero-ing.

He continued his dive until he was about as high as the nearby building. He slowed his descent and heavily dropped on the ground. He almost lost his balance but he didn’t fall so it was fine.

“Iron Man?” The criminal guy froze in his tracks and dropped the old woman's purse.

“Not quite.” Harley shot a low powered repulser blast at the man and surprisingly hit him. His arm but he fell to the ground. “I’m more like petty-crime Iron Man.”

The criminal was passed out on the ground so Harley paid attention to the woman.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Thank you so much, young man, before you shoot off into the sky, would you mind taking a picture with me? My granddaughter loves Iron Man!” Well, she got over that quickly…

“I guess…” He helped her after she struggled to take a selfie with him and after a few minutes, the lady had a picture of the new black and gold Iron Man. She seemed pretty pleased with the picture. He told her to call the police to report what happened before he shot off into the sky to make his way to New York.

This wasn’t the only stop he ended up having, he ended up stopping a robbery in New Jersy and distracted a potential rapist so that a girl could get an uber home. He wasn’t aware of how many pictures were taken of him and by the time he got to new york, there were several news sites that wrote about him. Most had headlines like ‘Iron Boy?’ or ‘Is there a new Iron Man?’ and dumb shit like that but one had ‘Tony Stark has a child who fights crime?’ So it could’ve been worse.

He landed at the Avengers compound in the middle of the night. He was exhausted but excited at the same time. Conflicting emotions were annoying. He popped out of his iron suit and stretched a bit before strolling into the compound with slightly hunched shoulders. Pepper met him inside, apparently, she had stayed awake waiting for him.

“Tony is just in his workshop and he’s going to stay down there all night if you don’t get him out of there. I’m going to bed and if you just join him, I’m going to sic FRIDAY on you guys.” Pepper threatened with a yawn. Harley was physically exhausted enough not to even think about denying her.

Pepper showed him to the workshop and excused herself to go to bed. FRIDAY let him in and Tony didn’t even notice. Tony seemed to be intensely examining a glowing holographic screen in front of him. Harley sat by him for a full five minutes before Tony even realized that he was there.

“Kid?” Tony looked like he hadn’t slept in a week so Harley was surprised that the guy even recognized that he was a kid.

“Hello to you too, it’s been a while.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Chill out, it’s spring break, I just decided to stop by.” Harley smiled and stood up. “Come on, you look like shit. Your girlfriend wants you to get some sleep.”

“You know I haven’t had enough sleep when I consider that you’re a hallucination.”

“Why the fuck would you hallucinate me? Maybe in the morning, we can reunite properly but personally, I’m about to pass out so…”

“Yeah yeah, no need to make me feel guilty… goddammit, you have gotten better at that…” Tony stretched and stood up in a way that strangely reminded Harley of a cat. “I saw you didn’t waste too much time to go play vigilante.”

“The fly here was pretty boring.” Harley shrugged. “Hey FRIDAY, tell Pepper we’re on our way up.”

‘Of course.’ The AIs voice came from the hidden speakers. ‘Boss says that you haven’t gotten the high score for getting Tony out of the lab.’

‘What’s the high score?’

‘Fifiteen seconds due to an accidental alert from Spider-Man. He didn’t mean to press the panic button.’ FRIDAY replied and if she had a face, Harley was sure that she was smiling. Or rather, smirking.

“Well, I’m going to beat that record.”

“Good luck with that kid…” Tony groaned. “Please at least promise not to give me a heart attack.”

“You have a med bay here right?” Harley smirked.

“Jesus Christ…”

Pepper could hear the laughing all the way from the Iron Suite.

#iron man bingo 2019 #harley keener #tony stark #iron man #iron lad #kinda #Tony stark has a heart #irondad #iron dad #Harley POV #marvel #mcu #iron man 3 #tony stark defense squad #Tony stark is a good dad you asshole

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iamallyetnotatall · 4 years

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Circle of Life

Part 50 (wtf) of ? in my ‘Turning Tables’ series where Peter was dusted but Tony wasn’t.

Summary: Peter hangs up the suit for good.

AO3

"On behalf of Spider-man, I would like to inform you all that effective immediately, he will be retiring from the superhero gig... Going forward, Stark Industries will continue to work with the Avengers and provide them with support if the need arises..."

He sighs and shuffles the stack of flashcards back to the beginning.

He's in his black suit, his shoes are polished and his hair is slicked back. Pepper's in another room, giving him space to breathe and rehearse his speech. A few halls away is a room full of reporters waiting to hear his statement. He's never done a press conference before. There was that one time where Tony had asked him to do one after inviting him to join the Avengers, but he's still fairly confident (or in denial) that that was all fake and there were no actual people waiting to ask him questions.

Pepper had offered to do it, but although this is him speaking on Spider-man's behalf to the world, this is him actually retiring. It feels important that he be the one to say the words, even if most won't understand their significance to him. This will be his first appearance as heir to Stark Industries, it'll be expected of him going forward to do these sort of speeches.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been invited here today..."

Pepper did take care of a majority of the speech, and how to make it concise.

There are some ways to make Spider-man announce his own retirement well enough, but it was agreed that it would be better if the suit didn't come out again. If Spidey asked for a meeting, who knows what kind of people that might drag out of the woodwork and he wants this to go smoothly.

It's plausible enough that Spider-man and Stark Industries work together. Not only thanks to the IronSpider, a clear indication of their alliance, but from the moment he'd stepped out in an actual suit rather than his old onesie. He'll go out there on Spider-man's behalf and announce his retirement, and he'll soften the blow with plans to help the Avengers from the sidelines. Stark Industries will be much like Bruce Banner; there for support, but not on the frontlines. He'll continue working on their weapons and any upgrades he can think of, the Iron Legion will be available should they need it.

Morgan and Pepper will be safe. Rescue will be there to ensure it.

Natasha and Rhodey appear disappointed by his choice, and Pepper and Happy are relieved; all the more adult-y adults have their strong opinions but are trying hard to keep it to themselves so as not to influence his decision.

His baby sister doesn't know much about his superhero life although she's seen all of his powers at use. She has no opinions on the matter and at least that's someone not creating more guilt on his conscience.

"Spider-man has asked me to pass along a message. He would like to thank New York for the past five years, for all the support you've given him and the kind words and encouragement. Without you all, he wouldn't have had the courage to continue on as Spider-man, to do everything in his power to see you all safe against those who choose to use their intelligence and strengths for their own greed..."

The suits are all properly stored back in his lab. He's scared, but he's ready, too. He's been a hero so long that the thought of being regular Peter Parker is a little bit thrilling. He'll have plenty of hours to spend with his family and in the lab, and now he won't have to worry about getting stabbed and shot at every other day.

"To those worried about Spider-man's enemies and the ones that plague the streets of New York, once the Accords are signed and established everyone will be protected by the Avengers. People like Max Dillon and Aleksei Sytsevich will not be free from justice..."

He groans.

He sits on a small loveseat and tucks away the flashcards. His head falls back and he closes his eyes to try and calm his thoughts.

It's February 2022, the Accords will be official in the coming month. More importantly, Morgan is turning four in three weeks. He's got a full weekend of camping in store for the two of them, letting Mom off the hook to get some R&R, and he uses that as ammunition to keep on going. He's got this. He can do this.

There's a knock and he invites Pepper in, knowing it's her by the sound of her heels.

"Hey, sweetie. You ready to go?"

He stands with another groan. "Yeah, I guess so."

She wraps an arm around his shoulders and they walk out of the room side by side. They go through empty halls up to the main room where the conference is actually taking place. This is at the Tower, having an official room built for this very purpose. Morgan's upstairs with Happy, and he wishes that just once he could be there with them while the anxiety-inducing events are taking place.

Natasha had wanted to come but was held up doing something in Brazil, but Rhodey managed to make it down for the day. He'll be going up after Peter to provide more information about the Accords, finally getting the go-ahead from the officials.

He's waiting for them close to their destination, and he pats his shoulder and wishes him luck.

"You got this, kiddo."

He knows Rhodey sometimes sees Tony in him; it's frankly the greatest compliment. Tony would never do this. He couldn't lie to the world about his identity as Ironman, he wore his hero title with pride and honour. He would never be so selfish to only live his life protecting his loved ones while leaving the rest at risk. Peter doesn't think he's old enough to make that choice yet. Morgan's not old enough for him to put her life at risk and she's not old enough to make that decision. Pepper's suffered enough.

She gave him a home and a family; he needs to do this for her.

Even if it kills him inside.

"You remember the order?"

"Mhm," he nods, feeling his stomach knot as they near the room with whispering reporters. "You'll go on first, introduce me, then I go, do my thing, introduce Rhodey, and then I'm out of there."

"Exactly. Take a breath, follow the script, and you'll be okay. I promise."

The hall opens into the conference room and they can stay to the side hidden from view as she walks ahead. She stops in front of the podium. As much as the audience can't see them, they can't see them either. Pepper's still in their sights and she's standing tall and confident and he tries to take courage from her. Rhodey keeps a hand on his shoulder as she talks as a means of comfort.

After a couple of minutes, she speaks his name and his stomach drops. He takes in a deep breath. She turns towards him and her arm is out, inviting him to join her on the makeshift stage. The reporters are clapping politely.

He walks out into view and the clapping gets louder. She smiles warmly and he returns it, grateful for her presence. He takes her spot at the podium and she slips out behind him to join Rhodey offstage.

His hands shake as he places his flashcards on the podium for reference. He stares out into the crowd and isn't convinced he won't vomit then and there.

There's maybe twenty of them, maybe thirty. He's never done well at facing a large group of people. He hated presentations back in school and is thankful his particular field of study doesn't require facing stage fright. They all have their recording devices and notepads, and it's reminiscent of Marisol's interview which he reminds himself had gone well.

Another deep breath.

"Thank you," he says and takes to the mic. "Hello everyone, and welcome. Thank you for joining us, I'm sure you're all wondering why we invited you here today."

It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"As some of you may know, a concept of a decree of law called the Accords was introduced back in 2015. Dozens of countries came to the agreement that the superheroes, including the Avengers, needed to be more properly organized and documented. The idea would be that vigilantes would be criminalized while giving the world access to these people with amazing powers to help us in our times of need. More information regarding the Accords will come to you via Colonel Rhodes, who will come up here to speak after I've finished. For now, I'd like to keep us a bit more localized. You may have connected the dots here; the Accords will impact our local hero Spider-man."

A hushed whisper.

"You may all have opinions on him, but we're not here for that debate. It's become mostly common knowledge now that Spider-man works with Stark Industries, and I'd like to confirm that that's true, and I'm here to be his messenger regarding the Accords."

He moves aside the topmost flashcard and his eyes skim the next one. His hands are still shaking. He glances briefly to his left and spots Pepper's comforting smile. He breathes in deeply and continues, slightly off-script.

"As discussion of the Accords progress, it's become increasingly obvious that Spider-man would need to make a choice between signing the Accords, or leaving the superhero life behind. He had a lot of concerns about signing due to his secret identity. Signing the Accords would mean giving his name to these authorities, and there's always a fear that the information may get out."

Pepper frowns from her spot in the shadows and her hand rests on Rhodey's elbow. They'd both agreed not to discuss intricacies about why Spider-man wouldn't sign the Accords - or why he couldn't. That was deemed in-the-know information. After years with Tony Stark, she doesn't like people going off-script for any reason.

"Spider-man has a lot of people he loves and cares for, and he has to be cautious about revealing his name to people, even the most trustworthy of them. As much as he'd love to have the best of both worlds and protect the streets with his identity hidden, at this point in time that's just not feasible. And I'm here to say, on his behalf..."

He moves another flashcard. The room goes completely quiet. He's too off-script for him to go back to his notes.

"I... uh, actually, all I have to say is..."

The room slows to a crawl, which happens when his adrenaline spikes. The only danger is the thoughts in his head right now.

Pepper's hand squeezes tight and Rhodey flinches as her nails dig into his skin.

"He's gonna pull a Tony," she whispers anxiously.

He glances her way and then back at the young adult. He knows exactly what she's saying.

Peter looks their way and there's obvious uncertainty in his expression. Every part of him is exuding anxiety. They've spent weeks perfecting this speech, but it takes a hero with a too big heart to turn that to waste. While one hand holds way too tightly to Rhodey, she gives him a thumbs up with the other hand because he needs this courage.

"What I'm trying to say is... I am Spider-man."

The room bursts into life.

He gives it a moment, staring out blankly at the suddenly excited room. His heart's racing and his hands are still shaking while clenched around the crumpled flashcards. He raises his hand when a few seconds pass to bring them all back to near silence. They all have heads bowed and are writing his words down, despite the recording devices. He swallows thickly and he presses on.

"I'll be signing the Accords as Peter Parker, and will lend a hand to the Avengers whenever we're called upon. A discussion will be had about my involvement here in New York, however, my main priority will always be to keep my family safe. I would highly recommend to any of those who would like to make them a target, to think long and hard about that decision."

Whispering continues.

"That's all I wanted to say and I won't be taking any questions at this time. Thank you for coming. Please welcome Colonel Rhodes."

He walks off with their questions at his back. He blinks and suddenly he's a few feet further than he thought he would be and Pepper's in front of him. His hearing is fuzzy from adrenaline and he wonders briefly if he's about to have a panic attack.

"Mr. Parker can you-"

"What is-"

"How long-"

"Where are you-"

He doesn't respond to anything; he can't even hear them. Rhodey passes him by to take the stand and leaves him with a quick pat to the shoulder and a smile. When he meets Pepper's gaze, her expression is soft and a little bit sad. She wants to shout at him and call him irresponsible even if that's not necessarily true. She's upset and frustrated because she had been so close to him getting out of this awful superhero life. She forces herself to smile for him, though.

"Come here, honey." She pulls him into a hug and he falls into it with a deep sigh.

She needs to be there for him more than she needs to wallow in her own thoughts.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Mom, I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry," he mumbles into her shoulder. His fingers curl into the back of her blazer and he has to focus not to tear it on accident. He can't even remember his own words, but he knows what he's done.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay." She rubs his back with one hand and the other lands in his hair. "You did it because you're heart is so big and so full of love and it doesn't belong to just me and Morgan. We're always going to share it with the people of New York and that's okay. We're all going to be okay."

At this moment when the tears fall free, he believes her.

She has Rescue and the Iron Legion. She has Edith and Friday. Mostly - she's got Spider-man at her side. He'll keep his family and Queens and anyone who asks for him safe just as he has since he was fourteen and learning to be a hero. Hanging up the suit would have been like cutting off his air supply and he would never have recovered from it. They both know it.

He wouldn't be Peter Parker - the nephew May raised, the mentee Tony inspired, and the son Pepper supports unconditionally if he could ever abandon his city.

Hopefully, the world is ready for him.

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@ F.E.A.S.T After the Blip, Peter Parker spent hours and hours helping us build our shelter in New York and brought us food and supplies every other day. He's our hero, with or without the suit. #SpideyRules

From: Natasha Good job, Spider-man. Welcome to the Avengers.

@TheDailyBugle Stark Industries conspires with New York menace... no one is surprised! Listen to my podcast for more discussion about the rise in crime Spider-man has caused. (Link).

From: Cindy Moon WTF?!?!

@ZachTries Hard to believe the dorky high school kid Parker is Spider-man. My theory? Body double. Go to my Youtube channel for more info.

From: Gwen This explains. SO. MUCH.

@PetSociety #SpideyRules #NewYorkStandsWithSpidey Peter used to walk our dogs every day despite the busy schedule, half we didn't even know about! He's a true blessing to New York and gives honour to the Stark name.

From: Harry My dad is freaking out and this is the best day of my life. (Video). I've never heard him swear like this before. This is amazing.

@Pepper Potts Please see the attached conference notes for any questions regarding Peter and Spider-man. If you are a reporter and have further questions, follow the usual SI process. No one is to harass my son on the streets. Thank you.

#fanfic #mine #turning tables #irondad #ironmom #spider-man #peter parker #pepper potts #tony stark #rhodey #harry osborn #gwen stacy #avengers: endgame #fix-it fic #fanfiction

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secretblog1212 · 5 years

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Love is a Train Wreck, and That’s okay.

To @onceyoukaspbrakyouneverkaspback I hope you enjoy it! Don’t worry, it has a happy ending!

A story of hopeless idiots falling in love through many trial and errors. Many many errors. and miscommunications.

Prompt used: a soulmate au with reddie (eddie/richie)

Warnings for: not descriptive but some nsfw, angsty upset boys, them not understanding feelings, internalized homophobia, homophobia, repressed feelings and of course the big gays.

Richie chuckled thinking about how he and Eddie finally realized they were meant to be. It truly was a story from some romance book Beverly would read. But the six desperate teens sitting in front of the Losers, looking up to their Uncle Richie with big, hopeful eyes that meant he couldn't refuse.

“Well, my dear children, the story of how me and Your Uncle Ed's got together is a bit of a wild story, so buckle in. We didn’t figure it out as quickly as your parents all did. This one is gonna be a bumpy ride.”

Richie sent a loving glance to his husband. His beautiful, amazing, handsome husband then took a deep breathe and began to tell a love story of the ages.

Richard Tozier was fifteen when he figured out who he would love for the rest of his life. He had spent an entire half of the year waiting for some magical sign, or some movie scene where the light shines on some girls hair and time seems to slow down. Maybe she would walk past him and drop some books, and he would smile and help her pick them up then ask for her number and they would start dating.

That’s how it goes in the movies, right? But this isn’t a movie, and there is no way Richie's life could give him an easy win.

Richie found out one day when he was looking at the most beautiful, dedicated person he knew. They were in the middle of an argument with Bev over “Who the best superhero is?”.

Bev was immediately down for IronMan, an egotistical man changed due to trauma brought on by his own fame turned vigilante then officially turned superhero. Classic character turn around, and Tony Stark had the sass and sarcasm to spice up any movie or comic he was in.

She gave a strong argument. Tony was one of Richie's personal favorites so it was hard not to side with her straight out of the gate. But when he saw Eddie, red in the face, fully dedicated and willing to defend SpiderMan till his dying breath, Richie felt a swarm of butterflies escape into his entire chest. Since when was Eddie so pretty?

Maybe he always was, Richie decided, but he was too much of a dumbass to realize. It took a full five minutes for Stan to point out his staring problem, which, valid. Ben even went on to joke that he better be careful not to let any flies in.

Richie laughed it off like a joke, because maybe his mind was just playing a joke on him. Yeah he knew he played for both teams but he couldn’t ever date another boy. His parents would kill him! So no, no thank you body. He would have to find someone else, a nice, pretty girl to be soulmates with before the year was over or else he might have some trouble in the future.

Things only got worse the farther into the year they got. Richie was asked at least once a week if he had “Found the one” and he couldn’t very well say “Well yeah, but I can’t date Eddie ‘cause that might make everything weird.”.

So he just laughed it off, said some joke about how maybe it was that smoking waitress or Claire Welsman from history. Soon enough everyone stopped asking.

Things got easier to hide the longer this went on. He wouldn’t let himself stare when they stripped in the locker room or at the Quarry. He still forced himself to make jokes and kiss Eddie's cheek just to see him go pink in the face. He still cuddled up with everyone during movie nights and threw popcorn at Eddie and Bev till all the pieces were either thrown in their mouths or on the floor.

He just had to keep reminding himself that the lovey dovey feeling in his chest when Eddie laughed at his jokes wasn’t real. That Eddie wasn’t adorable, and neither was the dimple in his left cheek or the way he would curl into Richie's side and fall asleep, which really really wasn’t adorable. Eddie definitely was not cute when he would get so wrapped up in homework or studying that his tongue would poke out the side of his mouth. No most definitely not.

And his perfect world lasted for years. Richie was able to convince the others that there must of been a fluke because he had no idea who his heart belonged to. Until college at least. Well, he did manage to last most of it anyway.

Eddie's number just so happened to be twenty three, eight years later than Richie. By that point Richie had had many girlfriends and hookups at parties. If he was going to keep denying that he was in love he would at least play it well.

And when Eddie began to question the gut twisting feeling he had when saw Richie with girl after girl he thought nothing major of it. He just didn’t like to see his friend going with people who were just after a quick fuck.

But he could no longer deny it when he walked in on Richie and some slutty cop at a Halloween party and ran to Bill crying. The realization had just hit him in the face like a tsunami wave and he wasn’t sure how to interpret it.

Bill let him spend the night and they went out to the gas station to get a few tubs of their favorite ice creams (Bill’s favorite is Neapolitan while Eddie is much more of a Rocky Road type of guy). He didn’t ask any questions either. The next morning, both of the now adults (scary) woke up with brain freeze headaches and had to get ready for classes.

Eddie could pretend that this never happened. He didn’t feel sad when replayed Richie without a shirt, hovering over a girl who had no clothes on at all. His gut didn’t drop to the floor and his heart didn’t shatter when he replayed the sounds that came out of said girls mouth. He didn’t know her name. Did Richie even know her name before they had gone upstairs? He definitely didn’t feel betrayed when he saw Richie walking around with hickies over his neck weeks later and was making jokes about it to Stan.

No, Eddie didn’t want to know and he had to focus on the new diagram his Professor had pulled up with the different muscles on the human leg. He didn't have time to be having any romantic realizations or think about if Richie even liked him the same way. There wasn’t any time for his gay panic.

So with a lot of self control he pushed his thoughts to back of his brain and focused on learning about how legs worked.

Eddie's next birthday came and passed and no one mentioned how he hadn’t given a name to his mystery person like Mike had last year. Or how Ben and Bev had when they were both nineteen. Even Richie didn’t make a joke about it, maybe because he was the only other one who hadn’t spilled the beans.

But college was crazy and they all were stressed for exams so no one had enough time to try to weasel it out of the smaller man. Once the summer started though, that was free game.

Bill was the first to ask, they had been friends the longest and was just curious to know what would of kept his normally self assured friend quiet. And after a few hours of rambling and more than one drink Eddie told.

Bill swore to keep his secret until Eddie was comfortable, but at the next Losers movie night he couldn’t hold back the sly smile he shot Eddie's way when he cuddled up with the lankier man.

Life kept moving, and parties came and went. So did Richie's one night stands and short flings with various girls.

Eddie was stressing out. Maybe he really wasn’t Richie's soulmate. Maybe he was destined to love someone who would never love him back. Eddie wasn’t even sure if Richie liked guys that way, Eddie had come out years ago in high school but so far as Eddie knew Richie was as straight as a ruler.

Eddie got good at pretending. Pretending that he didn’t love how warm Richie was when he laid next to him during movies. Or think that his many, many freckles weren’t the cutest thing in the world. And his curly hair definitely did not make him attractive in anyway shape or form thank you very much.

It was only on their last few weeks of college that anything new developed in the relationship, or rather the lack thereof, of Eddie and Richie.

Richie was still fully convinced that there had to of been a mistake, Eddie would of said something otherwise right? So he allowed himself to find some random girl and take her upstairs. Being sad wasn’t fun but neither was having a broken heart. At least sex gave him an escape for a few hours so he could pretend to be normal for just a little bit.

Of course Eddie had to go looking for him half way through the deed. Richie didn’t have any clothes on and neither did his counterpart, he thought her name might of been Sarah but he wasn’t sure.

Richie didn’t know how long Eddie had been standing there but he definitely heard the door thud against the wall and saw Eddie Kaspbrak staring at him from the doorway. And yeah, maybe his heart broke a little on the inside when he looked through smudged glasses at his best friends face, but his heart shattered when he saw the man he loved one of his closest friends turn away from him and practically run down stairs.

Richie removed himself from his compromising position with Sadie and found his pants as fast as he could, grabbing his shirt to put on on the way to wherever Eddie was headed.

It didn’t take long to find him surprisingly. Richie had been prepared to search all night, but he was only maybe ten feet outside the frat house, staring into the darkness of the woods.

Richard Tozier walked up to his friend, he didn’t know what to say. What even could he say? I’m sorry? That wasn’t good enough.You shouldn’t of had to see that? No. Not good enough for Eddie. His Eddie who he ignored for over eight years now.

“I- I am so sorry Eddie. You deserve so much better than me.”

Eddie did not turn around when he cleared his throat and responded. His voice was strong, and he was sure of himself.

“Who said I wanted you in the first place.”

Richie’s heart must not of broken before hand. What he felt was only a fraction of the crippling pain that throbbed in his chest at those words. But he deserved it. He fully deserved it.

There was not a single thing he could say as he watched his Eddie walk away.

And when Bill found him sitting on the curb a hour later he walked him to his apartment and told him to get some sleep, that he would call Bev and Stan and have them come over but Richie asked for Bill to go check on Eddie.

Bill hurried on his way over to his best friend. He had kept his secret all year, he was the only one who knew what was going on between them and he knew how much this must hurt both of them.

When he found Eddie he was sobbing on his porch floor, his hands were shaking too much and his vision too blurry to get the door unlocked and open. Bill let Eddie cry on his shoulder for days until he ran out of tears to cry. Then he just felt hollow and sore on the inside which might of been worse.

Eddie and Richie did not talk for two weeks. It was tense and awkward but Eddie decided he had enough crying and that he and Richie needed to have a talk so things could go back to normal again. Eddie hated unexpected change.

Eddie knocked on Richie’s apartment door, waiting patiently for his life long friend to answer. He was not expecting red rimmed eyes or tear stained cheeks to answer the door. That wasn’t his Richie, his Richie was the one who smiled and goofed off. His Richie didn’t cry.

“I think we need to talk Rich.”

Richie just opened the door further and Eddie walked in. They sat on Richie's hideous, lumpy couch in silence, both gathering their thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have-”

“It isn’t my place to-”

Their eyes met for a second and Richie chuckled for the first time in two weeks. “You first Eds.”

Eddie cleared his throat and looked down at his hands. They were sweaty and gross, no matter how many times he wiped them on his pants the clamminess wouldn’t go away.

“It isn’t my place to tell you who you can and cannot have… have sex with. And it wasn’t fair of me to be angry at you when I never said anything before and I really shouldn’t be jealous or angry because we aren’t dating but I- I think I love you Richie.”

Richie was at a loss for words. How could he tell this amazing person that he had every right to be angry. Richie knew he was in love with him since they were fifteen and he had practically been cheating on him this whole time! And wait- what did Eddie say. He must of heard him wrong.

“No! It’s my fault Eds. I. Ever since we were fifteen. I knew but I didn’t tell you. You have every right to be angry with me, be furious. I know I’m a trash human being and I’ve basically been cheating on you this whole time because I knew and-”

“Woah woah, you haven’t been cheating on me at all Richie. We weren’t even dating which is why me being upset is ridiculous and I wanted to apolog-”

“But it isn't. I knew I was in love with you when we were still kids and I thought maybe If I pretended not to be that you would get someone who deserves you. You should get someone so much better than me Eddie.”

Richie felt his throat closing back up, and his voice was croaky again. He didn’t want to cry right now. God why was he so bad at this. Eddie deserves so much better than some crybaby cheating bastard like him.

“Richie, I don’t want anyone else. I have no right to be upset with you and I did the same thing by pretending that I didn’t… feel anything towards you. You’re one of the best people I know and one of my best friends. It just hurts. Seeing someone else with something that you wanted so badly.”

“God Eddie.” Richie could feel tears threatening to start running down his cheeks but his face already felt sticky and gross and he didn't’ want to cry anymore. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to tell you that for years.”

They didn’t say I love you after that. Eddie held Richards hand while he cried and wiped away his tears. They turned on a movie but didn’t cuddle up this time, just watched it in silence, holding hands, before both of them passed out.

Things didn’t go back to normal immediately either. They were still stiff and figuring things out but they went back to being friendly to each other and after a few months explain to the very confused losers that Richie was Bi and had kind of been in love with Eddie since they were fifteen.

They laughed about it a few years later. Richie and Eddie were going strong for three years when they were able to laugh about how stupid they were as kids. Both were so much happier, and so what if Richie never told his parents or when Eddie told his mom and she cried and screamed about how he was sick and she would help him “Baby just please come home. Come home to mommy and let me fix you up.”.

They could live independent of Derry. They had for years now.

A couple more years passed and Babies started rolling around. None of them theirs yet. Adoption was an idea but that was for much later down the road. The Losers were all so excited. Of course those kids would be born with their own numbers that would tell them when they would find the love of their life. And like all curious kids they would ask questions to their Mom, Dad, Aunts and Uncles.

Another couple of years and Eddie would come home to Richie looking at babies with a wanting glint in his eyes. Sure Stan and Bill had kids with their wives and Bev was trying but Richie had always wanted a child to love and call his own. Papers were made and the two began the long process of finding a child who fit them perfectly. She was four and they both loved her with their entire hearts.

It took some getting used to but their lovely daughter loved her dads, and her dads loved her. They loved each other more than they ever could of imagined. They were scared. Scared of repeating their parents mistakes. It wasn’t fair, life hadn’t treated them kindly, they had to work for everything they got and they held it to their chest like every second meant to world to them, because it did. They had to fight before they could be happy, and they never wanted to need to fight for that right again.

“So yeah, we had a bit of a rough start but when it’s someone you love it all works out. So don’t stress about who it is or having the perfect romance together. Sometimes having a train wreck is what brings you together.”

#Reddie #Soulmates #soulmate au #it #fic exchange #happy ending #gay #angsty #my soul throbs because it hurt to write some parts #but also I love writing angst to oof #Thank you for being amazing #love you!#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #losers #fic

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stevie-steven-stevington · 5 years

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Febuwhump Day 12: amputated

Fandom: MCU Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James Rhodes Category: Gen Rating: T Warnings: none Words: 1.4k

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back at it with the less-than-direct interpretations. also i completely and entirely ignored the canon timeline of cacw because i. don’t care.

Tony Stark has been his hero for as long as he can remember.

Ever since the day Iron Man saved him at the Stark Expo when he was a kid, he’s regarded Tony Stark as the coolest person on the planet. And maybe he’s putting him on a bit of a pedestal, but it’s Tony Stark. Easily one of the smartest people on the planet. He built a tech empire after attending MIT at fifteen, he has amazing suits, and Peter really respects him. From a distance.

Until the superhero showed up in Peter’s own living room, flew him to Germany, gave him an upgraded suit, and told him to web up select member of the Avengers.

(The Avengers. Who apparently fell apart.

Peter doesn’t really know what happened, but he trusts Mr. Stark.)

Peter’s down for the count fairly quickly - he fought Captain America. And lost, rather miserably, but that’s beside the point. He tries to rejoin the fight, the desire to prove himself to Tony and the rest of the Avengers (disbanded or not) heavy in his chest, but he practically collapses in the process, ribs aching and head throbbing. He doesn’t really believe it when Tony says it’s okay for him to stay down, but who is he to argue with Iron Man?

Minutes later, there’s a noise like a laser blast, followed shortly after with an unbelievably loud crash.

Peter jerks upright, automatically searching for the source despite the fact that it was clearly pretty far away from him. His ribs immediately whine in protest and he can’t see anything important anyway, so he stays down like Tony told him to.

The fighting has stopped, he thinks.

Something is wrong.

Well, something was already wrong - his spider-sense hasn’t come off of high alert since he arrived at this airport - but something must be really wrong now.

Is someone dead? God, Peter hopes no one is dead. He can’t be involved in a fight where someone died, he can’t have someone kick it on his first Avengers mission.

Probably his only Avengers mission, seeing as the Avengers are currently brawling in an airport and he’s barely even fifteen.

Oh, well. He did pretty okay for his first and only mission.

No one’s dead, but it was a close thing.

War Machine - James Rhodes, also a legend in Peter’s book - goes into surgery as soon as the battle really ends. Peter doesn’t hear much about how he was hurt or how bad it is, but he sees the look on Tony’s face as Colonel Rhodes is wheeled away and knows it’s bad.

The fact that he has no idea what he’s meant to do now isn’t the reason that he goes looking for Tony after he walks stiffly out of the hospital wing, but it’s what keeps him from talking himself out of it. Tony probably doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now, what with his best friend being in surgery and all, but Peter knows how shitty it is to be alone after things like this.

He’s been where he’s sure Tony is now - scared and angry and hurting and blaming himself for something that wasn’t really his fault. Peter might not know Tony that well, but he doesn’t want anyone to go through this alone.

Wandering blindly around a foreign hospital is not exactly Peter’s idea of a good time, but luckily, he finds Tony fairly quickly. Luckily, the man didn’t get very far before he sat down on the tiled floor, back against the wall and face buried in his knees.

Careful to be just loud enough to announce his presence but avoid startling him, Peter walks slowly over to Tony, giving him plenty of time to tell Peter to go away. When Tony doesn’t even acknowledge him, Peter slides down the wall across from him, leaving a good foot and a half of space between them.

Peter doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t really know what to say. Almost didn’t expect to even get this far.

So he just sits. Sits and breathes and waits to see if Tony will accept the silent offer for company.

A solid twenty minutes pass. Peter tries his best to sit still, but he’s antsy by the ten minute mark. By fifteen, he’s taken to drumming his fingers against his thigh in an offbeat rhythm, and by twenty, he’s tapping his foot against the floor, muffled slightly by the suit he has yet to take off.

Eventually, Tony looks up at him.

It takes longer than he’s willing to admit to get past his surprise and school his expression into what he hopes is an open, sympathetic smile, because Tony Stark looks wrecked.

There’s a pallor to his skin that makes the bag under his eyes even more prominent. His hair is disheveled, as if he’s been running frantic hands through it. And his eyes are bordering on empty in the same way that Peter’s sure his own were after Uncle Ben.

Life, Peter thinks, is split into a series of Befores and Afters.

Before and After his parents died. Before and After Uncle Ben died. Before and After he became Spider-Man.

And now, for Tony, Before and After his best friend was shot out of the sky.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y was saying he’ll probably have to have his legs amputated,” Tony says, gaze focused on a spot just above Peter’s right shoulder. He doesn’t move as he speaks, seemingly frozen in place. “The damage to his spine was so bad that he might never walk again, even with prosthetics.”

Jesus.

“I’m sorry,” Peter says quietly. Then remembers how much he hated having people tell him how sorry they were after Ben died and hates himself for not having something better to offer.

Tony scoffs, shakes his head. “What are you apologizing for, kid? You’re not the one who shot him.”

Now, this, Peter recognizes. The guilt.

Tony’s not blaming the person who actually did shoot Colonel Rhodes, whoever that may have been. He’s blaming himself, likely for bringing War Machine into the fight to begin with, despite the fact that the Colonel is very much an adult and very much in charge of his own decisions.

Peter lets out a soft exhale and stares are Tony’s shoes. “You’re not, either.”

He’s definitely not. Even if Peter doesn’t know who it was, he knows it wasn’t Tony, even on accident. Peter knows guilt and he knows misplaced guilt; he’s gotten pretty good at telling the difference.

“Might as well be. I built Vision. I dragged Rhodey into this whole mess. Directly, indirectly, whatever you wanna say, he’s in that hospital room because of me. He might never walk again because of me.”

Vision. An added layer.

“You were just…doing what you thought was right.” Peter leans forward, elbows on his knees. Tony opens his mouth to interrupt, but Peter barrels on. “And Mr. Rhodes was with you on it because he agreed with you, not because - because you somehow forced a 40-year-old ex-Air Force officer to fight with you.”

His words don’t have much effect. Peter’s not sure Tony’s even fully listening to him.

Peter just hopes the message is in his head somewhere, ready to be dug up when Tony’s ready to accept it. It took Peter a while, though, and he gets the feeling that Tony’s guilt complex is at the very least on par with his own.

They sit in silence for another two minutes or so, and all Peter can think about his how small the man sitting in front of him looks.

Just when Peter’s starting to think the conversation is over and he should see his way out, Tony says, “I’m gonna fix it.”

Peter furrows his brow. Starts to ask what he means, but doesn’t get the chance.

“I’ll fix it. F.R.I.D.A.Y. only said that he might not walk again, and she didn’t take into account the fact that I can figure out how to make a better prosthetic than anything the doctors have now.” Tony nods distantly, and there’s a spark, finally, of…something, in his eyes. Hope, perhaps. Or maybe just desperation. “I can fix it.”

Then, almost in a whisper, “I have to fix it.”

And Peter is struck with the thought that Iron Man, that Peter’s hero, is so completely, unequivocally human.

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dawnchaser · 5 years

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The Picture of Peter Parker

Summary: "He doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear falls on the glass. He rubs it off with his sleeve. The Peter in the picture is so happy. Was so excited to be receiving the internship title, so that he could officially put on his college applications what he was already doing anyway: building things in the lab with Tony Stark. They saw each other almost weekly, by the end.

'I can’t do this', Tony thinks, gazing at the young face. He can’t recall the good memories without immediately remembering what that face looked like as he panicked on Titan, and then the resignation that crossed his features as he died.

He has to put the picture back face down."

A look into those five years Tony spent without the boy who he had come to view as a son. Complete with an alternate ending for Avengers: Endgame.

Read it on AO3. Endgame Spoilers!

Just as soon as he’s cleared from the hospital and has gained back enough weight to wear a tux again, they get married. Tony’s done waiting. He never should have waited this long in the first place. He’s reminded now, more than ever, that there are no guarantees about tomorrow. They do not have the big wedding they planned. It feels inappropriate now that the world is reeling from loss. They hire a justice of the peace and say their vows in front of Rhodey and Happy only. She still wears her dress and looks amazing.

She’s pregnant a month later. Tony’s terrified at first. Before he left for space, he had been warming up the thought of kids, almost like a new idea that wouldn’t leave his mind. He hadn’t acknowledged it at the time, but now he realized it was because of Peter. He had gotten practice feeling something close to a father, and he found he liked it. Now, all he can think about when Pepper tells him is the way Peter clung to him in his final moments, like the child he was, begging for his mentor to save him from a death Tony had failed to stop. What if he fails again? If Tony lost another kid, he would never come back. He would be utterly and completely destroyed.

So he does the best thing he can think of. He disappears into obscurity. He leaves the city, buys a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, cuts back on his possessions dramatically.

He lets Iron Man disappear.

Because if Iron Man is gone, Iron Man’s enemies won’t come for his family. Iron Man was a failure anyway. Maybe Tony Stark could be better.

They get the cabin set up, complete with a room for their upcoming daughter. It’s Pepper who puts out the framed picture of Tony and Peter. Tony’s knees give out on him the first time he sees it. He picks it up with shaking hands and looks at the pair of them, giving each other bunny ears as they hold up the Stark Industries Internship certificate, intentionally upside down. They’d taken a serious shot too, for the company newsletter, but Peter had insisted on a “funny pic.” This is the one Pepper chose to frame.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear falls on the glass. He rubs it off with his sleeve. The Peter in the picture is so happy. Was so excited to be receiving the internship title, so that he could officially put on his college applications what he was already doing anyway: building things in the lab with Tony Stark. They saw each other almost weekly, by the end.

I can’t do this, Tony thinks, gazing at the young face. He can’t recall the good memories without immediately remembering what that face looked like as he panicked on Titan, and then the resignation that crossed his features as he died.

He has to put the picture back face down.

Pepper must realize that he’s not ready for it yet, because the next time he finds the picture, it’s been moved to the garage. The problem is, Tony’s setting up the garage as a workshop. Nothing large scale. Nothing like his old labs. Just a space to tinker when his hands get too restless or his mind needs a distraction. He’s just finished setting up his equipment when he sees it, the glass on the frame reflecting the screens’ blue light. Peter’s smiling at him, just like he used to on their lab days.

“What do you think, Pete?” he hears himself say to the picture. “Not quite what it used to be, but we’ll make it work.”

That’s how it starts. He makes off hand comments to the picture while he works, like he used to in another lifetime to the real boy. Picture Peter can’t answer back, of course, but Tony can often imagine exactly what he’d say in his teenage, chipper voice.

That looks good, Mr. Stark! What would happen if you tweaked the power output?

“You know, I was just thinking that myself. Better watch that, Underoos. I can’t have you surpassing me just yet.”

He knows it’s crazy. He knows it’s just a way to work through his grief. But he’s not used to working alone anymore. Being able to voice his thoughts helps.

After Morgan is born, the picture starts coming with him more places than the garage. Tony takes it with him to do chores, sometimes. He just has to tell Peter how adorable his baby is. Seriously, how did he ever create something that perfect?

“Did you know she laughed for the first time today?” he says to Picture Peter while doing dishes one afternoon. “It was the most amazing sound. ...God, you would have loved her.”

He puts Picture Peter on a shelf in Morgan’s room late one night as he’s trying to get her to go back to sleep. He’s tried feeding her and changing her and walking with her, but he refuses to wake up Pepper because his wife deserves a break and it’s his turn anyway. When the walking and shushing don’t help calm the baby, he tries talking to her.

“You see that, Morgan?” he says, motioning to the picture with his head. “That’s Peter. He would have loved you tons and tons. He would have said something like, ‘Mr. Stark, how did you make such a pretty baby? Oh that’s right. It’s because you married Ms. Potts.’”

Morgan stops crying and looks up at him with wide eyes when he uses his “Peter voice.” Tony cracks a smile. “Yeah, you like that? He would say, ‘Morgan, you are the most beautiful, smartest baby in the world! Look at your tiny toes! How’d you get so cute!’”

Morgan smiles too. Then it’s Tony who’s crying, but his tears are silent. He puts his daughter down for the night. He leaves the picture in her room. Before going out the door, he taps the glass and whispers, “Watch over her for me, alright bud?” His thumb lingers over Peter’s smiling face.

There are rough patches, sometimes. This one comes on Peter’s birthday. Morgan is two years old, and Peter would have been twenty. He would have been in college by now. Probably on full scholarships for his brilliance. Surpassing them all. Tony spends most of the day in the workshop, but he doesn’t really work on anything.

Morgan finds him just after her naptime. Her little sneakers patter on the concrete floor as she comes up behind him. She knows she’s not allowed in the garage without shoes. Tony tries to school his expression before she reaches him, but she’s too smart. Too perceptive for a toddler. It’s the Stark genes. She sees through his fake smile and climbs up on his lap without a word.

Her tiny hand pats his chest. “S’okay Daddy,” she comforts, though she doesn’t understand what’s wrong.

Tony hugs her tightly. He doesn’t deserve her. Not after losing the first one. She points at the picture of Peter that’s sitting on the table in front of them. “Use your Petah Voice,” she insists.

“Not today, Pepperony,” he replies through a dry throat.

Apparently, Morgan decides to take matters into her own hands. “‘Misser Stark!’” she croons in a comically high voice. “‘Don’ be sad, Misser Stark! Spider-man will save you!’”

Tony lets out a wet laugh. Peter would have laughed so hard at her already high voice changing pitch to imitate him. Not really him, though. To imitate how Tony always makes him sound. She’d never hear his real voice. Unless…

“You know what? I think it’s time we watch some videos together. FRIDAY? Pull up old logs from the Spider suit.”

“Are you sure, Boss?” the AI asks cautiously. Even she knows these have not been played since before. Tony’s heart is hammering, but God, it’s been three years already. He should be able to do this. With Morgan tucked into him like a safety blanket, they watch some of Spider-Man’s exploits, and Tony tells her about the late webslinger.

“That’s Petah?” she asks in awe.

“Yeah. That’s him,” Tony croaks.

Spider-Man is her new favorite superhero.

Peter’s picture moves into the kitchen permanently when Morgan complains that she can’t see it all the time. She must have picked up on Tony’s habit of mumbling to it when he thought no one could hear, because he catches her talking quietly to Picture Peter on more than one occasion. What all they talk about, he doesn’t know. It feels wrong to eavesdrop on his kids.

One night, after Morgan has just turned four, she brings the picture to bed with her and sets it on her nightstand. “That’s my brother,” she says matter of factly.

Tony freezes as he’s tucking her in. “What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you love him. Tons and tons.”

Being a parent has opened his eyes to how amazing kids really are. The unique way in which they see the world. Morgan doesn’t know, biologically, what makes a person a father to another person. But she can clearly see the part that matters. She knows what adults often fail to grasp: that it’s not always flesh and blood that makes a family.

“Yeah, kiddo,” he whispers. It’s the first time he’s used that nickname since Peter. “Tons and tons.”

Cap shows up on his doorstep a few months later. He has Scott Lang with him, who they all thought was one of the Vanished, but apparently had spent the last five years stuck in the Quantum Realm. They propose something that Tony won’t let himself believe. Time travel. A chance to bring them all back. It isn’t fair to rekindle that kind of hope. He’s not in the business of taking risks anymore. He has to protect the only family he has left. He tells them, politely, to shove it.

But his head starts running equations the minute they leave. He doesn’t think it’s possible, but what if it is? He spends the rest of the day fighting with himself, weighing the risk. Picture Peter is in his customary spot in the kitchen, watching Tony do the dishes after dinner.

What if it were Morgan? Picture Peter whispers. If it were Morgan who crumbled to dust, would you take a risk to get her back?

Tony picks up the picture, staring at it thoughtfully. “If it were Morgan,” he answers silently, “nothing in the universe could stop me from trying to get her back.”

Am I any different? Picture Peter asks.

Tony’s stomach clenches. “No. No you’re not.”

He supposes it wouldn’t hurt just to run some simulations. It’s probably a moot point anyway. He works through some with FRIDAY. And—holy shit—they create a successful model. This might actually be feasible.

Later, after he puts Morgan back to bed and talks to Pepper about what he found, he sits in the garage, holding Picture Peter with shaky hands. There’s so much to do. He has a lot of things to gather up before he drives to the compound. The team is going to need new suits to keep them safe in the Quantum Realm. He needs to dig out Cap’s shield. He needs to triple check his math. But he can’t seem to get his legs to move. He takes a trembling breath.

“We’re going to try, Pete,” Tony whispers. “I’m going to try. Please, just...give me one more chance.”

They get the stones, but not without great loss. Natasha gave her life so that everyone else could get theirs back. There’s no room for mistakes now. The cost is too high. Tony can only hope it’s all been worth it.

Hulk-Bruce puts on the new gauntlet. It’s trying to kill him, that much is clear, but he fights. He snaps his fingers. They think it worked, but they don’t have a chance to be sure before everything goes to hell.

It isn’t until Thanos’ army comes in full force and death seems imminent that portals start opening up. Dozens of them. T’Challa steps through one. Wanda comes through another. Person after person that vanished five years ago makes a miraculous reappearance. Then a sparking circle materializes and out steps Dr. Strange. With the background of Titan behind him, he is soon joined by Quill and the other Guardians that had died. And then a familiar red and blue suit swings in front of them and…and…

And Tony can’t breathe.

Peter finds him on the battlefield a few minutes later. He helps him stand up. “Holy cow!” the boy gushes with wild eyes. “You will not believe what’s been going on!”

Tony can’t listen to the words leaving his mouth a mile a minute because his brain has short circuited. He stares at Peter the same way he stared at Morgan the day she was born—like he’s the most wonderful gift he’s ever been given. His kid is here, he’s talking, he’s three-dimensional, and he’s alive. Everything he’s longed for in the past five years is in front of him, a babbling ball of teenage energy.

God, had Peter always been so young? At that moment, Tony could hardly see the age difference between Peter and Morgan. Both just kids, with round baby faces, brown eyes looking at Tony for guidance.

As soon as he can convince his legs to move, Tony surges forward and pulls Peter strongly to his chest. The boy stops talking, tentatively returning the hug. Tony realizes that he had never hugged Peter so properly before, so it must be disconcerting. He vows to make it habit from here on out. He looks up toward Heaven as his eyes burn, trying not to let the tears fall.

He has so many things he wants to say. Things he’s held inside all these years. But just like he had no words when Peter was dying, he has no words for his return. Some feelings just run too deep to be expressed verbally. He hopes he can convey that by tightening his grip. He thinks Peter gets it, because he squeezes too and says, “This is nice.”

Tony smiles. The battle is still raging around them. It’s not over yet. But all of it seems worth it just for this moment. He’s been given a second chance.

Thanos is going to take everything away. Not just half. Everyone. Morgan, Peter, Pepper. Tony catches Dr. Strange’s eye and sees him hold up one finger. There’s only one option left. Tony knows what he has to do. He hopes his family will forgive him.

Thanos grabs the gauntlet from him, but Tony’s already removed the stones. The nanites of his suit form around them on the back of his hand, holding them in place. The power surging down his arm is excruciating. He doesn’t have long to do this.

But suddenly, someone’s hand is on his shoulder and the pain lessens by a fraction. He moves his head just enough to see that it’s Quill. The energy from the stones is flowing through Tony’s shoulder and into Star Lord’s hand. He screws up his face against the pain, but doesn’t let go. The other Guardians—and a walking tree?—appear out of nowhere, quickly reaching to touch either Tony or Quill. It’s like they know exactly what to do, like they’ve done this before. The power is dispersing between them. But it’s not nearly enough.

The other Avengers move swiftly. They must have realized what’s happening. Steve is there in an instant, hanging onto Tony’s right arm. Bruce joins him, and Scott, and Clint, and Thor, and Carol. With each person that joins the chain, Tony is relieved of a little more pain. T’Challa and all of his troops form an interlocking web behind them. It must be a spectacle, all that light traveling through so many bodies. Thanos is watching, but with all six Infinity Stones right in front of him, ready to be used at any moment, there isn’t much he can do.

Finally, Pepper lands in front of him in her gleaming blue armor. Peter flips in from overhead so that he stands beside her. They both crouch in front of Tony and place a hand on either of his knees where he kneels on the scorched ground. Their cries of pain hurt worse than his own. But between so many people, superpowered and otherwise, the pain is bearable.

Tony looks Thanos dead in the eyes. “And we...are...the Avengers.”

He snaps his fingers. Everything goes white before his eyes. Fire travels up his arm and consumes his body. He can hear people screaming, distantly. He’s too overwhelmed to make a noise.

“Mr. Stark?” is the first thing he hears. He doesn’t know how long it’s been. “Mr. Stark, please!” Peter is crying. “We won, you did it! Tony, I’m sorry…”

“FRIDAY?” That’s Pepper’s voice.

He must still have his earpiece in because he hears his AI respond, “Boss has suffered third degree burns and has severe nerve damage in his right arm. But his heartbeat is steady.”

Tony cracks his eyes open just enough to tell that he’s laying on the ground with Pepper, Peter, and Rhodey kneeling around him. He makes eye contact with all of their teary, smiling faces. They each look worse for wear. Pale. He wonders if the stones did damage to everyone. His gaze lands on Peter, who’s both laughing and crying. He’s gripping his mentor’s good hand in both of his own.

Slowly, even though it sends knife-like sensations all down his left arm, Tony raises his hand to cup Peter’s face. Peter helps him hold it there. “Kid…” he croaks out. His throat feels raw.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter responds with a tremor in his voice.

I missed you, Tony wants to say. I love you. His mouth moves sluggishly, but his vocal chords don’t cooperate.

“It’s okay,” Pepper tells him gently. “We’re all okay. You can rest now.”

He trusts her implicitly, so he shuts his eyes and lets unconsciousness take him away.

The next time he wakes, it’s once again to the sound of Peter talking. But Tony’s far more comfortable this time. His head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. They must have him on some heavy drugs. It takes a lot of effort to focus in on what Peter is saying.

“Turns out most of them Vanished too, so I’m still in school with a lot of my friends. Ned and MJ are there, which is awesome, but Flash still is too, which sucks. It feels weird to be back though. Especially when half of the kids I knew are like 22 and in college now. It’s insane.

“You know what? I even found a memorial to Spider-Man in Queens. I can’t believe they’d remember me when so many other people disappeared at the same time! I took a selfie with it yesterday. I’ll show you when you wake up.”

It’s at that point that it dawns on Tony that Peter isn’t talking to some other occupant in the room; he’s talking to his unconcious mentor. Just like Tony used to talk to the picture.

“You gotta wake up soon though, Mr. Stark. They said you’re recovering. You’re breathing on your own now and everything. ...The school is already planning a summer trip to Europe. But I’m not gonna go if you’re not...if you’re still…” Peter sniffles.

That pinches his heart enough to crack through the haziness. With effort, he peels his eyes open. “You should go,” he whispers. It comes out like sandpaper on wood.

Peter jumps up from the plush chair at his bedside. “Mr. Stark!”

Tony drinks in the sight of his face. “Hey, Kid.”

Peter fidgets, suddenly nervous. “Hey. How, um, how are you? Oh! I should probably call a nurse.” He reaches over Tony to hit the call button attached to the bed.

Tony smacks dry lips. “How about some water?”

“Oh, sure!” Peter jumps into motion. “Just a sec, I’ll get you some.”

Tony’s head follows him across the room to the sink and that’s when he notices his own shoulder from the corner of his eye. He immediately starts, his body going rigid, and lets out a swear word he would not say around Morgan.

Because his right arm is gone. Just, completely gone.

And yeah, he’s panicking a little bit. Peter drops the cup of water. “It’s okay Mr. Stark! I mean, it’s not okay, but—”

The door to his hospital room flys open and Pepper rushes in, followed by a nurse. “Tony!” his wife cries as she drops down to his side. “It’s alright. You’re alright. Take a deep breath.”

He tries. He attempts to calm his stuttering heart as he studies the familiar lines of her face. She raises his hand—his only hand—to her lips and kisses his knuckles as she strokes his hair. “I’m so sorry, Honey,” she says calmly, but Tony is good at hearing the fear behind her composure by now. “I gave them permission to do the procedure. We had to act fast. You fell into a coma and your arm was beyond repair. They said there was no time to wait until you woke up. It could have killed you.”

“Okay...yeah okay.” Tony processes the information as he takes steadying breaths. Logically, he gets it. He knew the arm was bad. He wasn’t expecting to survive using the stones at all. One arm seems like a small price to pay for what they gained. He knows that. It’s just...a shock. “I get it, Pep. It’s okay,” he assures her. “It’ll just take some getting used to.”

She smiles down a him. “King T’Challa has already offered to make you a vibranium prosthetic.”

Tony scoffs at that. “I think I can handle building my own.”

She laughs, a wonderful, freeing sound. “Of course you can.”

The nurse asks him questions about his pain levels as she adjusts his IV and makes notes on his chart. She warns him that she’s about to feed more painkillers into his line and that it will probably make him drowsy. He just nods, because his throat is still dry. He’s about to ask for some water again when he suddenly remembers who was fetching it the first time.

Tony tries to sit up, but is immediately held down by both the nurse and Pepper.

“We need you to stay still Mr. Stark,” the nurse explains sternly. “You’re not ready to be up yet.”

“Where’s Peter?” he croaks, looking at Pepper. He doesn’t know how to explain to her the irrational fear that grips him at the thought of letting Peter out of his sight. He knows he won’t turn to dust again. He knows Thanos is gone. But losing him once was enough for a lifetime. He’s not ready to let him go farther than arm’s length yet.

“He slipped out while we were talking,” she tells him in the same calming tone she uses when she assures Morgan there are no monsters in her closet.

Tony tries to look past her to the door from his prone position. “Why?”

“I think he just wanted to give you a minute to adjust. You know how polite he is.”

Great. Tony probably scared him. He wished the kid hadn’t seen his freak out, justified as it may have been. He can feel the drugs starting to kick in and the world gets blurry again. “He ok?”

“He’s fine,” Pepper confirms, rubbing his hair again. “You just relax. He’s being taken care of.”

But I want to take care of him, Tony wants to say, even though he knows he’s in no condition to take care of anyone right now. The painkillers take over, and he drifts away.

Peter’s not there when he wakes up again. This time, Happy sits in the chair beside him, reading something on his Stark Pad. He looks up when he hears Tony shift his position. “Hey, Boss,” he says with a smile.

“Where’s Peter?” Tony asks sluggishly. He should have been back by now, right?

“Ouch. Okay, I see where I stand,” Happy responds dryly. “It’s a weekday. He’s at school.”

“Oh.” Tony must have been out longer than he realized. And school? Really? The government is already sending the Vanished kids back? Of course, he suddenly realizes, he has no idea how long it’s actually been since they were brought back. “How long I been out?” he asks.

“You mean total? About three weeks.”

“Oh,” Tony says again. Anxiety prickles at his chest. That was longer than he thought. “What happened? Is everyone okay? How’s Morgan?”

Happy’s smile is soft. He’s always had a weak spot for Morgan. “She’s good, Tony. Asks about you a lot. But she understands that you were hurt while saving the world and that you’re in the hospital getting better. Oh, that reminds me.” He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He opens it and hands it to Tony. “She wanted me to give you this.”

Tony takes the paper, fighting the wetness in his eyes. Morgan has drawn two figures with crayon. One is clearly a little girl with dark hair and the other is a crude rendition of Iron Man in red and yellow. Across the top and onto the side of the picture, she wrote (with only a couple backwards letters), “Daddy you’re my hero.”

“You see this?” Tony says, brandishing the paper. “My kid’s a genius! Four years old and writing in complete sentences. She even used the contraction! I want this framed. I want it right here by my bed and then when I get home it’s going in my living room.”

Happy laughs. “I’m sure that can be arranged. Peter’s the one who helped her with the contraction.”

Tony stills. They’d already met? And he missed it? His heart sinks. “He did?”

“Yep. Those two took to each other right away. It was like Morgan already knew exactly who he was.”

Of course she did. She’s known about her big brother her whole life. Tony just wanted to be there to see it. He sighs, leaning farther into his pillows. “I want to go home, Hap.”

His friend pats his shoulder. “Should be soon.”

He’s able to distract himself the rest of the time he’s awake by listening to Happy’s updates on the rest of the team and the world at large. Having half of humanity suddenly return has caused some issues with people trying to return to political positions that are no longer available to them. But overall, there’s a sense of euphoria that, for the first time ever, the entire world is sharing.

Happy confirms that none of the other Avengers were hurt by the Infinity Stones. They were all drained after the battle, but no lasting damage was done to anyone beside Tony. He tells him that the Cap has returned the stones to their timelines, then goes quiet for a moment as though deciding whether or not to share something else. He must choose not to, because he moves on to explain that the reunited Guardians have left the planet, taking Thor with them. Carol has also left, and everyone else is beginning to fall back into their routines. The rubble that used to be the Compound is being cleared away. They’re waiting for Tony to recover before they discuss rebuilding it.

“How’s Peter handling being back?” he asks as he feels his eyes grow heavy. “He adjusting?”

Happy looks thoughtful for a moment before answering, which causes Tony’s brow to crease. “I think so. Mostly. He’s been a little quiet. And...he’s been dodging Pepper’s invitations to come see you.”

Tony hates that this is the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.

He starts asking for Peter every day after that. He’s getting a little desperate. “Just let me talk to him,” he begs Pepper. “Give me a phone or my watch or something and let me call him.”

“He needs time, Tony,” she tells him. “He’s still getting used to the fact that he’s missed five years. Don’t push him. Let him come to you when he’s ready.”

That’s not an easy thing to do when his mind is constantly running through scenarios in which Peter is depressed, or is angry with him for some reason, or is maybe scared of him now. Oh God. What if he’s hurt and hasn’t told anyone because he doesn’t want them to worry? It would hardly be the first time. Tony knows May is with Peter, and he’s visited with Morgan and Pepper and Happy, so he’s not alone. But it’s not enough. Tony didn’t grieve for five years to just not get to see his kid.

Once Saturday rolls around, Tony spends the whole day staring at the door. It’s not a school day, and he knows Peter was invited to come. Tony is able to stay awake for hours at a time now. He should be released from the hospital in a matter of days. If Peter hasn’t come by then, he’s going to go to Queens himself and break down the Parker’s door. (And then he’ll buy May a new one).

Luckily it doesn’t come to that, because the door to his room opens at 1:15 in the afternoon and Peter shuffles in awkwardly. Tony can see May outside, almost pushing him through before she shuts the door behind him.

Tony feels like it’s the first time he’s breathed in weeks. “Finally,” he says casually, hoping that light-heartedness will keep Peter from running. “‘Bout time we saw your face around here.”

Peter fiddles with the strap of his backpack. “Yeah, um. S-school’s been crazy. They’re trying to figure out what to do with their enrollment suddenly doubled. Apparently, the answer is to load us down with work so we can catch up to what everyone else has already learned this year.”

“Well, that’s dumb,” he comments. “Bet you’re killing it, though.” He motions to the chair beside his bed, hoping Peter will take it. After a brief hesitation, he does.

Peter puts his backpack on the ground, but won’t lean back on the chair. He clears his throat and asks Tony, “How are you feeling?”

“Better all the time, kid,” he replies with what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “The pain get less everyday. Should be cleared to go home real soon.”

“Good,” Peter nods. “That’s good.”

Tony hates how surface level this conversation is, but at least Peter’s talking to him. He decides to go with it. “How about you? You been doing okay?” He tries not to make it sound like he’s prodding.

“Y-yeah, yeah.” Peter shifts in his seat. “It’s good. All good. Everything’s good.” He doesn’t elaborate.

His lack of incessant babbling is troubling. Tony’s chest constricts. He must have really done something to upset Peter for him to be acting this way. This isn’t the reunion he’d dreamed of. “Peter,” he says, voice low. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

The boy looks at him with round eyes. “What?”

Tony gestures to Peter’s head. “Whatever’s going on in the big brain of yours, it’s not ‘good.’ Something is obviously wrong. If it’s anything I did, I’m sorry. Maybe if you tell me what it is, I can fix it.”

Peter shakes his head quickly. “No! You didn’t do anything. Seriously, Mr. Stark, I’m—”

“If you say ‘good,’ I’m gonna lose it.”

“I’m...fine?”

Tony rubs his hand down his face with a sigh. “Is it this?” he asks, shrugging his right shoulder so that the empty sleeve below it moves. “Is this upsetting you?”

Peter’s eyes go even wider. “No, Mr. Stark! I don’t mind that at all! I mean, it sucks that that happened and I hate that you’re in pain and have to live without your arm now, but it doesn’t bother me!”

Tony scrutinizes him. He hasn’t made a move to bolt yet, so that’s a good sign. “You gonna make me keep guessing?”

Peter drops his eyes, his hands in his lap. “It’s stupid,” he mumbles.

“If it’s something that’s troubling you, then it’s obviously not stupid. Now c’mon, spill it.”

Peter picks at a hangnail on his thumb, refusing to look up. Tony debates whether to keep asking questions or stay quiet and let the silence pressure him. He decides to take Pepper’s advice wait for the kid to talk first.

Two ridiculously long minutes drag by before Peter mutters, “I’m just...trying to get used to not having you around.”

Well, that makes no sense. Tony frowns, cocking his head. “You know I’m recovering, right? I’m not going to die.”

“I know,” Peter answers. He chews on his lower lip. “It’s just...you have your own kid now. You don’t need me anymore. I’m still working on accepting that.”

The words twist in Tony’s gut like a knife. “Peter—”

“And I don’t want you to think that I don’t love Morgan!” Peter says quickly. He still won’t look up. “She’s perfect and adorable and so much like you. She’s everything you deserve. She’s gonna change the world someday, I just know it. But…” He pushes the heels of his hands into his eye sockets angrily as though trying to stop tears from forming. “B-but...you had her just as soon as you could after I died. Like, I died and then you moved on immediately and replaced me and it’s so stupid that I even feel like that! I don’t have any right to feel like that! Because you’re not my dad, you’re Morgan’s, so of course she deserves to have you and I don’t, and I just need to accept that.”

Tony’s paternal instincts are kicking into overdrive. Years ago, a crying child would have made him uncomfortable, but now he’s so used to it that he immediately reaches to try and get a hold of Peter. But the spiderling must sense him coming, because he shies away.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he cries, his voice unsteady. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. Please just forget it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Peter, stop,” Tony demands. Those two words out of Peter Parker’s mouth send his heart pounding and he can see red dirt under his fingernails and taste ash on his tongue. “God, kid, come here.” Peter finally lets him place a hand on his arm. But that’s not nearly good enough for Tony.

“No, come all the way here.” He tugs on the boy’s arm, trying to pull him toward himself. Peter finally looks at him briefly with red eyes before moving to sit lightly on the reclined hospital bed beside Tony. He’s still trying to keep his distance. “Nope. C’mon.” He puts his arm behind Peter’s shoulders and tugs him close so that he has no choice but to tuck into his mentor’s side. Peter seems uncertain with the position. Tony regrets that he was never this physically affectionate with him before. Morgan was the one to finally break down Tony’s walls and teach him how easy it was to show your child you love them.

“Okay,” Tony begins, “first of all, you should know that Morgan wasn’t planned. She was a welcome surprise. Second, if you think I didn’t spend every goddamn day for the past five years having flashbacks about how I lost you and regretting everything I did that led up to that point, you’re dead wrong. You’re the only reason everyone is back. You’re what inspired me to figure it out. If there was even a slight chance that I could get you back, I had to take it.”

Peter relaxes against him. He waits for him to continue, finally looking up at him.

“And lastly—and I probably should have led with this—you may not be my son biologically, but you are in every other way. Morgan’s already decided that you’re her big brother, so you’re just going to have to deal with that.”

Peter huffs out a small laugh and buries his face in Tony’s shoulder. Tony rubs his hand up and down his arm comfortingly. “I love you, kid. I’m done spending years regretting that I never told you that.”

“‘S okay,” Peter says, his voice muffled. “I knew. Love you too.”

Tony feels the same warmth overtake his chest that always comes when Morgan says she loves him. It never gets old. “Good. So let’s stop with all this abandonment nonsense, alright? As long as May’s still willing to share you, you’re going to be in my life whether you like it or not.”

He can feel Peter smile against him as he nods. They sit for a few minutes in comfortable silence. This is the kind of moment Tony would never take for granted again. Another thought occurs to him and he says, “I’m proud of you, by the way. You needed validation and you were brave enough to ask for it. That already makes you more emotionally mature than me.”

Peter looks at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I mean, that’s not very hard to do.”

“You are the absolute worst.”

“You love me though.”

“Yeah. I do. ...Tons and tons.”

The greatest day of Tony’s life is probably the day he comes home from the hospital and gets to see Peter and Morgan in the same room. Tony and Pepper had decided not to bring Morgan to the hospital where the four-year-old would have to see her dad missing an arm, scarred, and hooked up to wires. It means they’ve been apart for a month, but when Tony comes through his front door, he knows it was the right decision.

Peter and May had been staying at home with Morgan while Pepper went to bring her husband home. Morgan has been told that her father is now missing his right arm, but Tony’s not sure how much she really understood it. She eyes are wide and scared as she watches her parents enter the house. Peter has knelt down to her level and Morgan is clinging to him uncertainty.

“Look, Morgan,” he says to her gently as he points at Tony. “Dad’s home! You wanna go see your dad?”

Morgan leans further into Peter, uncertain. She’s eyeing the space where Tony’s arm should be. He can imagine how off-putting it must be for her. He also squats down so that he’s less threatening. “Hey, Pepperony,” he says softly. “I missed you three thousand.”

A tentative smile breaks across her lips at hearing his voice. She steps forward until she’s right in front of his face. After a few seconds of staring at him, she must find what she’s looking for, because she throws her little arms around his neck. Tony wraps his arm around her, breathing in the scent of her strawberry children’s shampoo. God, he missed that smell.

Morgan pulls back and starts tugging on his shirt excitedly. “Daddy! Did you see? Peter’s here!”

Tony grins. “I know he is! What do you think of him?”

“I love him five thousand!”

Pepper and May burst out laughing. Tony taps his ear and blinks as though he’s misheard her. “Excuse me? You love him five thousand but you only love your father three?!”

Morgan rolls her eyes and it’s such a Stark thing to do that Tony laughs too. “Daaad,” she drawls. “Peter’s special!” She says it like it’s the most obviously thing in the world. “‘Cause he used to only be a picture, but now he’s real!”

The room goes quiet. Peter gives him a questioning look, but Tony just smiles. For once, the lump in his throat is from happiness. “I guess you’re right.”

She skips back over to Peter, who scoops her up with a flourish. The sight of his son holding his daughter, something he never expected to see, is so precious that Tony gives in to the sappiness brewing in his chest. He stands and wraps his arm around both of them at once (and yeah he needs to get to work on that prosthetic; he wants to be able to do this better). In the moment where they’re all huddled together, content, Pepper snaps a photo.

It becomes the new favorite picture in the Stark house. It’s framed and hung in the living room right next to Morgan’s drawing.

#Iron dad and Spider son fanfiction #Endgame fix it #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #Avengers Endgame spoilers

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You Know Me

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader

Request: “Could I request something with the dad and daughter relationship with Tony (it's my favourite) where the reader was kidnapped by hydra and was brain washed kinda how Bucky was and was forced to fight the avengers and they don't want to fight her because she is just a teenager and can tell she is trying to fight the brain washing, and she ends up knocking herself out so she won't fight and Tony takes her in, does a blood test and finds out she is his daughter? Love your writing btw” by anonymous

Warnings: brain-washing, violence, self-violence, uhhh emotions I guess

A/N: dad!tony is my jam and this request was a treat

Masterlist

It happens on your way home.

You went with a friend who you know from Spanish class, got pizza and hung out at her place. You talked about everything and nothing, ranting about your teachers, about rude adults, about people who think they’re better than you just because they have money, eventually reaching the topic “Tony Stark and his superhero friends”.

Everyone in your school knows about Peter’s internship at Tony’s place, it’s something he gets a lot of jealousy induced snide comments from your classmates for but you secretly adore the fact that Tony has chosen one of the kindest and smartest people you know to work for him, instead of going with someone like that idiot, Flash.

A rumour went around in school saying that Flash immediately applied for an internship at Stark’s company when he found out about Peter but legend has it, he never got an actual reply from Stark Industries. The world does have its good moments.

It was already dark outside when you left your friend’s house and started to head to the Subway station. You got to the next corner, walked around it and didn’t even have the chance to look up as a hand laid itself over your mouth, pulling you back and causing you to lose balance. You stumbled backwards, tripped and got caught by someone who gripped your upper body with two strong arms.

At the same time, the hand on your face disappeared and you breathed in some air to scream but suddenly there’s something like a cloth over your mouth and nose. You tried not to breathe while you fought whoever was holding you down but your arms got captured by another person. They held them together in a death grip and there’s literally no way you could free yourself.

You tried to turn your head to get the cloth off your face but they made sure it stayed in front of your airways. Not breathing wasn’t an option anymore.

You didn’t know how long you fought, you just knew that you were getting more and more scared with every passing second and fell into a hole of desperation.

And then your vision turned dark and you blacked out.

---

You can’t say what’s happening.

You can’t say where you are or who is with you. You know there is someone with you because you can hear their voices, very muffled and echoing and far away, but you’re not alone. For some reason, that realization terrifies you to an unhealthy degree.

You don’t really feel your body, a strange numb feeling has overtaken your limbs but you perceive the surface underneath your head as solid and uncomfortable. So you must lie on something.

A sharp pain stings somewhere on your supposed body that disappears as fast as it came, immediately replaced by a sharp pain somewhere else, quickly vanishing after you notice it. It feels like someone is spinning a wheel and randomly injures you on spots that the wheel of torture chooses for you. It’s dreading and mind occupying and all you want is for it to stop.

There are odd images in front of your eyes, images of a dark-haired man with arrogant eyes, pictures of another man, blonde, with a stubble, another man with dark curls, a woman with blonde hair, another blonde man… You hate them. Are they better than you or do they just think that they’re better than you?

Someone needs to show them their place. But who?

“Y/N” Someone purrs into your ear, making your heart stop working for a few moments. The voice is so close!

“Y/N, I have a little mission for you. Don’t forget you want this and you need this, hear me?”

What to do?

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You stand outside a building and stare at the windows for a couple of seconds. Grant yourself one last free breath of air, one last moment in peace. The buzzing noises in your head seem to die down a little and allow you to indulge in this rather light state. The traffic sounds around you awaken a feeling of normality, ordinariness.

The feeling disappears shortly after you train your eyes on the entrance of the building.

It’s partly owned by the city’s officials and partly by Stark Industries. Sometimes used for meetings and galas but mostly press conferences. Just like right now, there’s a big press conference going on about the Avengers’ involvement in the Córdoba case and as it should be, the leader of said group is present to answer to the intrusive reporters and presumably to get his weekly dose of unshared attention.

You hate him, Y/N, after everything he has done to you? He deserves this. Do it!

They are right, he deserves it. He deserves every little piece of disaster that is coming his way today. After everything he has done.

Everything he has done.

Everything. Which is … Anything. Something. A thing. What thing? What is it … what is … What has he done again?

He deserves this! You WANT this! You know you’ll be in big trouble if you don’t do this.

He deserves this. Correct.

Jerking forward, you start walking over to the entrance of the building and see two bulky security guards standing on each side. The weapons on their waistband are hard not to notice. Fortunately, you look very unthreatening which gives you the extra seconds you need to overwhelm them.

One thing They gave you before releasing you to complete your mission, is some kind of serum that they didn’t really want to explain any further than “it’ll make you strong and fast and you’ll feel very good. If you get shot, don’t stop, your body will know how to handle it”.

From conversations you heard snippets of between the treatment phases how you have named them, you conclude they used some different form of this serum on other people before. You don’t know why they didn’t give you the same one and who these other people are but you know they wanted to make you evenly matched to them.

“You think … hold her own? … different but … fight fire with fire … optimise …”

“They are like her-“

“No, they’re not! … the formula. It’s … reacts divergent. You’ll see … tried that serum before … but … new experiments …”

You don’t think you have one single clear memory from the treatment. Irrelevant to your mission anyway.

You approach the two men with the most innocent smile you can master and put your hands behind your back in a shy-girl manner.

“Excuse me?” You say carefully and wait for the hints of suspicion in their eyes but find none.

They look serious and important and slightly annoyed at best. One of them raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. A sign he doesn’t take you seriously or at least not as a threat, otherwise he wouldn’t have removed his hands from his sides and impeded his chance of a quick way to whip out his gun.

Excellent.

The other one has his hands on his hips and watches you with mild interest. You will have to shoot him first.

“Hm?” The one with the crossed arms asks. You try another shy smile.

“I’m not from here and I have difficulty finding a certain street. Can you help me? Wait, I have a map” You say and turn your upper body slightly so you can reach the gun that is clamped between your waistband and your lower back.

You need to act fast now. How convenient that the serum gave you super speed.

“Here” You say and then you reveal the gun – silencer gun – set it onto a spot over the second guy’s chest and pull the trigger. They told you not to hesitate if you have to kill and rather encouraged you to strike down as many people as possible but in the last second something in the back of your head prevents you from putting a bullet through his heart, so you go for the shoulder.

Without leaving the other one time to react, you turn, aim and shoot his hip, arm and knee. He falls to the ground. The guy you attacked first still stands, so you blast a bullet through his knee and that’s when he goes down, too.

All of this took three seconds, max.

You are meant to do this, you were transformed to do this – but why, why, why does your heart beat so wildly and your hands shake a little, and why did you stomach turn for a second before you got a hold of yourself again? They would be so disappointed in you.

You take the ID from the first guy and avoid looking at them too closely. Especially avoid thinking about who is going to wait at home for them tonight.

Stowing the gun back into your waistband on your back, you throw a quick glance into the building but the foyer is empty. Another look over your shoulder tells you nobody saw what just happened over here. A good thing you chose the backway.

Kill him, Y/N. Do you think he hesitated when he killed all those innocent people?

You step through the glass door and stroll down the hallway, listen for voices, hear none and walk around the corner. Luckily, they put up signs to guide today’s press audience to the right conference room, so you don’t have any trouble finding it. Before it stands another security guard with a weighty look on his face and a dark-haired woman in a business outfit and a clipboard.

You step in front of them and show them the stolen ID as jauntily as possible. Thankfully, there’s no picture on it, just the name Hank Carlton. You hope they won’t look too close, you don’t really look like a Hank.

The woman’s gaze eyes the ID for a second but you already put it down again and show them a smile.

“Sorry, I’m late. I hope I didn’t miss too much” You say apologetically and make a step towards them to signal your intentions to enter the room.

“What’s your name, Miss?” The woman says friendly and looks down at her clipboard. You don’t know why you put up with all of this, you could just shoot both of them and proceed to walk in freely but there’s something, and you don’t know what it is, that begs you to leave the gun alone as long as you can handle this peacefully. Now seems to be the point where the peaceful part ends.

Why don’t you want to kill them? That’s what you’re here for, goddammit!

“Um … Sadie Carlton.”

She scans the list, drawing her finger along the paper and doesn’t find the made-up name you gave her.

You reach behind you, grab the gun and with a smooth movement you shoot the security guard and then aim at her. She doesn’t have a gun, so she’s not a threat to you and you want to give her the chance to escape. She shrieked and stumbled a couple of steps to the side and now stares at you with wide eyes, breath going heavily, hands shaking, the clipboard lying on the ground.

“Go” You order while aiming at her head.

She hesitates for a second, frees herself out of the shock paralyzation and then she runs as fast as her high-heels allow it, down the hallway and around a corner. She will call for security and the police, so you better hurry. You hear voices behind you and see two people who just entered your corridor, so you quickly step forward, lay your hand on the handle and open the door.

Holding the gun behind your back, you close the door.

The room is completely filled, you see cameras, laptops, mobile phones, and you see a stage, a microphone, a man with an odd beard standing in front of it, seemingly talking and smiling into the crowd.

Kill him.

Rage builds up inside of you as you take in his appearance and all the arrogance that comes with it. For everything he has done, he will pay today. Finally, he will pay.

You stand in the back, the last row in front of you, their faces turned away from you, so nobody really noticed you yet. There are other people standing next to you, so you don’t stick out.

Oh, this is too easy.

You take a step forward and scan the stage. You see Stark at the mic, further back on stage seem to be James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. All looking serious but disgustingly proud. Four in one go? Lucky you.

You wait a couple of seconds to convince your heart to stop beating so fast, it’s distracting, and put out the gun in front of you. You don’t raise it yet but hold it low. Slowly, you walk behind a tall guy, subtly, and use him as a cover. Thank god, everyone’s eyes are glued to Tony Stark talking about the mission while simultaneously going on an ego trip.

What’s holding you back? You’ve come so far! Shoot!

Shoot!

SHOOT!

No! Yes!

You raise the weapon. Don’t do this, please!

Do this please! You want this, Y/N, don’t you?

You close one eye and aim at Tony’s head, he hasn’t seen you yet and his colleagues haven’t either thanks to the sheer amount of people in this room. You can do this! Please don’t do this! You can do this!

Don’t forget you want this and you need this, hear me?

Breathe in slowly, breathe out slowly, aim, focus and …

“Oh my god, what are you doing??” Someone suddenly asks beside you, very loudly which causes you to quickly pull the trigger. Bang. The bullet hits Stark’s shoulder and that’s when the chaos breaks out.

You hear screams, loud footsteps, creaks of chairs being violently pushed backwards, shrieks. You see people starting to run in a dozen different direction, mainly opposite from where you stand, see them push each other, trying to be the fastest, the safest.

You crouch down, aim, and shoot at Steve Rogers who rushes over the stage bended down and your bullet only slightly misses him. He jumps forward. Damn it!

They haven’t figured out yet that it is you who fired the shots which is why you dare another shot at James Buchanan, who already jumped off the stage and scans the crowd for you. You hit his metal arm and he stumbles a step back from the impact.

The room begins to empty. Time to take care of the security.

You take out two guys on the right, one of which has noticed you and was about to whip out his gun. They go down. You look to the left and see four guards running towards you, all aiming at you. You aim back.

And that’s when you activate the invisible shield. It’s a little bigger than the Captain America shield and was given to you, so you could defend yourself in case you get attacked. Like now.

Their bullets bounce off the surface with strange metallic noises and you hold it up with no effort. Super strength, remember? You put out your hand with the gun, hold it next to the shield and fire at them until neither stand upright. You turn and ward off another salve of bullets from the right and reciprocate their treacherous attack.

“Stop!” You hear a voice coming from the front. The room has completely cleared at this point. You’re alone with Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James Buchanan Barnes, some of their staff and a couple of security guards. The owner of the voice stares at you from the passage between the audience chairs. He holds a big, red and blue shield.

You turn your arm and shoot at his head, his hips, his legs and his feet. Naturally, all bullets miss their targets and hit the shield instead. A security guard from the right fires at you and you duck, easily dodging his attempt to kill you. It does have its advantages to have every single of your senses optimised.

“Stop!!” Steve Rogers shouts again and the room goes still. Everyone has their weapons raised and aimed at you but they follow his order and wait. Your gun is still directed at him but you hesitate – god knows why.

You’re forgetting why you’re here, Y/N. You arrogate a position you don’t have. Kill him.

You look at Steve’s blue eyes and fight against the instinct to shoot them out of him.

Why are you resisting? Your hand starts to shake.

“You’re fast” Steve says and watches you cautiously.

In the corner of your eye you see James Buchanan Barnes slowly walking closer on the right, a huge gun in his hand. On the left, Black Widow does the same. Tony Stark stands in the front, pressing something to his shoulder, being supported by a military guy – but his eyes.

His eyes are on you. Watching your every move.

“I am fast” You decide to speak, ignoring the warning voice in your head, “I am fast, I am strong, I am here to kill you.”

Silence.

“Who sent you?” Steve proceeds to ask, exchanging looks with James Barnes that you don’t understand. You aim your gun at James.

“Don’t come closer! Don’t or I will fucking kill you!” You shout at him and for some reason there’s panic in your voice. Yes! Kill him! Why are you panicking? That’s exactly what you’re here for.

Don’t get scared to pull the trigger, Y/N, enjoy the view when you do it.

Barnes stops in his tracks and seems to think about what to do. “Who sent you? Answer him!”

The thing is, you don’t know that. You don’t know their names, their title, their anything. You only know they are there and you belong to them. Or do you? Your eyes fall on Tony Stark.

Without hesitating you pull your gun away from Barnes and direct it at Stark. Immediately, there’s movement in the room, clicking noises of guns being shifted in nervous hands, footsteps.

“Don’t shoot!” Steve says and you don’t know if he’s addressing you or his people, “She’s just a kid.”

A strange silence lays itself over the room while everyone waits for you to do something. You stare at Tony and try to build up the courage to pull the trigger. Just a tiny bending of the finger and this could be done. Just this. It’s not hard, no need to act like it is.

“I … I don’t … know” You answer Barnes’ question and keep staring at Tony’s face. Suddenly, your throat tightens.

Kill him! Kill him!

No.

Or maybe …

“Does Hydra have anything to do with this?” Steve asks. Your eyes go wide.

That word.

That word alone pulls your heart down to your knees, tears open your stomach, spins your brain around. Hydra. Hydra. Hydra. You know that word! What does it mean? What does it fucking mean?

You retreat one step, two steps, three steps. Your enemies follow.

Hydra.

You gasp for air.

Your eyes fall on Tony again. As if it just hid somewhere in the back of your brain and waited for the right moment there is rage again, incredible rage, consuming you, burning you, taking over your mind. He is responsible for this. Without him you wouldn’t have to do this. Without him you wouldn’t stand here and crave clearance.

You grip the gun harder – but still don’t shoot. But you can feel it inside, you’re gonna. The doubt of doing this slowly vanishes, your hesitation starts to wear off and you feel your inhibition dissolve. If you don’t do something now, you will shoot Tony and then you will die. You want to shoot him. It’s time.

You feel a small smile spread on your face, your hand stops to shake and you lift one eyebrow. And then you raise the gun, turn the gun barrel towards you, put it against the side of your head and pull the trigger.

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You awake with what must be the worst headache in the history of headaches ever. Are migraines something people have since birth or can they also start at the teenage years? Because this is … intolerable. A sigh comes over your lips.

“Y/N?” A man asks somewhere beside you and your heart stops for a second. Who the fuck?? Who is that, wha– why the fuck is there a strange male in your room?? Where’s your Mom?

You try to open your eyes but the light is too painful, so you quickly close them. Hm, odd. You never leave the curtains open overnight. You don’t dare to turn your head – pain, duh – but you strain your ears to hear what the heck is going on.

“Y/N, are you awake?” The voice carefully asks again and you hear footsteps coming closer. No, sir, please stay away.

“Y/N?”

He’s right next to you. Is that concern in his voice?

“Hm?” You answer and risk another eye-open-attempt. You squint your eyes and can actually see a silhouette leaning above you. Not creepy at all.

“How are you?” He asks. He sounds so worried and kind. Who is this?

“Hmm … shit” You answer and can’t stop the tiny smile on your face.

“I’ll ask Bruce to raise your dose as soon as you’re a little more … conscious. Can you open your eyes fully?”

You slowly open them further, leaving time to adjust to the light and blink a couple of times.

“Geez, what happened?” You moan and use one hand to wipe over your face. Which you immediately regret because that hand hurts like effing hell. You wince at the pain. What you see is a white bandage covering your entire palm, your wrist and the first three fingers.

Um, what the fuck?

“Maybe before I explain all of this to you, you want to sit up? And get out of bed? I’ll help you” The man says and you use that opportunity to see who the fuck he is. You need three seconds to recognize him, that beard is just too odd for a normal person.

“Oh my God” You whisper as you stare at him with wide eyes. He tries an apologetic smile.

“Oh my God!” You say again and lay a hand over your mouth. This is not real! This is a dream! Is this really happening?

“Hey, I know, this must be very weird for you but I’m not unbothered by all of this, too, so … let’s just …” Tony Stark doesn’t continue that sentence – not because he gets interrupted by someone but because he seems speechless which is something you never thought you would ever see. Press-conference-Tony seems to be on a break.

You sit up straight (regret, regret, regret) and lay your head into your hands while you try to sit out the waves of pain and sickness you have to endure now. Plus the injured hand pressed to your face. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your back, brushing up and down, admittedly quite woodenly. It makes you smile nevertheless.

“Y/N, I know this is weird and you’re probably asking yourself what’s going on-“

“Not probably, I literally just asked you what happened, Mr. Stark” You interrupt him but don’t look up. The hand stops and rests on your back for a second before disappearing completely.

“Please, call me Tony. Family doesn’t address each other with Mister or Miss.”

That catches your attention. Throwing a careful glance at him, you let your eyes wander over his serious face.

“Family?” You ask as if you didn’t hear right.

“Yup. We did a DNA test. Welcome to the family.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope, I’m serious. Bruce did a number of tests on you, one of which was a DNA test and we found that you and I are related. In fact, we are-“

“Are you fucking kidding me??” You ask again and raise your head. You feel your mouth fall open.

Obviously, Tony tries to be patient with you.

“Yes, as I said. You and I are related.“

Um…….. what?

“Related? How the fuck are we related?” You ask disbelievingly and look around the room. A closet, a chair, a small table, a door, that’s it. How nice.

“Okay, first of all, language. Steve doesn’t like it when we cuss, and I don’t like when he bleats into my ear the whole day. So please, try to restrain yourself.”

You just stare at him. He smiles back.

“What happened, Tony?”

“Okay, I’ll make this short because I lost my patience a while ago. Apparently, you got kidnapped by Hydra, brain-washed, transformed with some kind of serum, probably a knock off of the Super Soldier Serum judging from the tests. You got assigned to kill me and my colleagues, came to my press conference, shot a couple of security guards, shot me in the shoulder and Bucky’s arm – which he is kinda pissed about – and then you wanted to shoot yourself which the same Bucky prevented by firing at your gun – and I know that sounds brainless but he managed to move the barrel, so your bullet missed you closely. Though, your gun got knocked against your head from Bucky’s impact and also your hand got injured in the process. You got hurled to the side and hit your head on the ground, quite brutally. That’s why you have a big ass headache right now. That’s it.”

Listening to his wild explanations, some of your memory starts coming back and you start to shiver. This is the creepiest thing that you have ever heard. And it happened to you!

A hand appears on the backside of your neck.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re not mad at you, we know you got brainwashed. Bucky understands. Out of all people. He wants to talk to you by the way. I told him to wait until you’re back to life again, though, so no pressure. He can wait.”

You don’t say anything and simply stare at your lap. Is that a tear running down your cheek?

“I believe this must be traumatising for you” He says quietly and brushes his thumb over your skin. Comforting you. You just nod.

“How are we related?” You finally ask and look at him with teary eyes. You see a sparkle in his eyes.

“I don’t know if it’s too much for you now and I should tell you later but …”

You raise both of your eyebrows and wait for him to continue.

“Well, the DNA test has revealed that we are … actually father and daughter.”

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