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chaos-mybeloved · 3 years

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S.H.I.E.L.D Business

Hello! I'm now fully on Summer vacation and I forgot how fun it is to write things without an academic purpose so I decided to try something new. I wanted to write my first ever fanfic but then didn't know where to start and this happened instead. I hope someone enjoys it! Its a reader insert, first time writing one of these. Also, I'm black so I had black reader in mind when writing but I didn't really describe anything in detail.

Word count: 1500 (ish)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female agent!reader

Warnings: There's some smut in there, not overly explicit but its there 18+ content

Agent Y/LN is one of SHIELD's best agents

She and her team are SHIELD's elite, even more so than the STRIKE team. She works directly with Fury and Agent Hill

Steve Rogers knows all of this. He's read her mission reports, watched her training footage, he even has every word in her SHIELD file memorized. He's a little obsessed

When Bucky turns up and with that the threat that Hydra might still exist within SHIELD, she is called into work with the Avengers; all of Fury's most trusted agents working together

Steve is more than excited to work with her, he's been dreaming of an opportunity like this since he's heard of her

However, things aren't working out quite in Steve's favour when it turns out that she has taken a liking to Bucky more than Steve. She laughs with him and brings him out of his shell better than even Steve has been able to since his return. Something about kindred spirits.

Steve shuts down a little, sinking into his pit of despair and self-loathing, so much so that he makes a bad call on a mission and nearly gets everyone killed

Y/LN takes over and gets the mission back on track, saving everyone's ass in the process

When they get back to the base she seeks Steve out to ask what has gotten into him. The conversation gets heated and Steve gets angry enough to tell her that she's the problem

She sees that Steve needs the release so she lets him when he reaches out and kisses her. She lets him stick his tongue in her mouth and taste everything she has to give

She lets him run his big, smooth hands from her face, down her neck and over her breasts to finally slip under the tank top she’s wearing. She feels him moan into her mouth and she swallows it down, knowing how bad he needs this. He almost got everyone killed because of how bad he needs this so she lets him

The first touch of skin to skin seems to break some of the restraint he had left because suddenly his hands aren't just exploring anymore, they're demanding. He grips the flesh on her tummy hard enough to bruise and she lets him do it simply flicking her own tongue over the roof of his mouth, giving back just as much as she's getting.

Her hands haven't left the confines of his hair. The golden strands slipping and sliding through her fingers like silk. She's in no rush to move any time soon, content to let Steve rush enough for the both of them. He seems to be in a fever now; his hands are hot and searing as they knead and squeeze every inch of skin they can reach.

When he finally makes his way back to her breasts, his finger immediately finds her nipples and pinch. The little sigh she lets out cracks him open even further. He wrenches his mouth away from hers and trails it down her jaw and neck instead. He bites and sucks and she knows he wants to leave marks, reminders that he was here, that he got to have this if even for a short time. The marks will stay for a while, she knows, and she lets him anyway.

When he starts mumbling incoherently into the junction between her neck and shoulder she knows he's too far gone to think about this anymore. She huffs internally thinking about how he's probably thought about this enough to fill a lifetime. She hopes her reality won't disappoint.

He bunches the material of her top up under her armpits and his mouth moves down to her fully exposed breasts. His sucking and biting continue there now too. His tongue feels just as hot as his hands did as it flicks over a nipple and then the other one as if he can't decide where to place his attention. His hands, however, seem to have an idea of their own. With his mouth now covering where his hands used to be, his hands move down, down, down, until he's teasing at the button of her tac pants.

He hesitates. He doesn't want to stop but somewhere in his desperation-filled brain, he can register that this might be too far. He was moving out of sheer desperation before but he finds that he needs the verbal confirmation that she wants this just as bad. Without removing his mouth, he opens his eyes and looks up into her own. The deep blue of his eyes has been swallowed almost entirely by black. He looks consumed and neither of them are even fully naked yet.

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me."

It's the most coherent thing he's said since he kissed her even if he did mumble it around her nipple. She looks down at him fully taking in his trembling fingers poised to strike the moment she says so. She's used to having power, she's even used to people giving up theirs to her but this feels different. This is almost intoxicating, and alarm bells start going off in her head because it feels just a little bit addicting too. It feels as if he stopped right now she might also, not fall apart, but definitely splinter somehow as if something is missing. Something will be missing. Goddamn you, Steve Rogers.

"Go on, soldier," she smirks down at him, "do your worst."

He nearly rips her pants straight down the middle with the force he uses to pry the button open. She chuckles but it quickly turns into a moan when he dives straight for her pussy. His fingers feel a lot bigger down there than they had on her chest. They're nimble though; artist fingers no matter how much of a soldier he is now. He rubs at her eager but slow, sensual. She's about to lose her damn mind.

She can't decide what she wants out of this. She knows his strength, he can give it to her hard and dirty if she asks but the pace he's set now is good. Slow and dirty and rough might be the way to go tonight. They don't really have the time but that all seems irrelevant as he slips one of those long fingers into her.

He's started mumbling nonsense into her skin again. He seems content with the work he's done on her breasts for now. The brown nipples are puffy and shiny with spit. Her entire chest really is covered in Steve's spit. It's a subtle claim but a claim nonetheless.

"What am I allowed to do?"

It takes her a second to register the question; his fingers haven’t stopped their slow attack on her pussy.

"Whatever you want, Captain," her breath rushes out of her as his thumb gently massages her clit. "You're the one who started it and I'm trusting you to finish it."

And finishes he does. She had caught him in an empty board room and so the large desk in the middle of the room will have to do. He removes his hand and her pants and then picks her up without any warning, almost in one complete motion. Before she even realizes what's happening she's on her back with her legs over his shoulders and a face in her pussy eating like it's his last meal.

She lets go after that. She doesn't keep track of her first orgasm of the night, nor the next one, nor the one after that leaves her clenching around the thick length of him. She doesn't keep track of the praises he whispers into her skin like prayers, words she realizes he's been saying the whole time. She doesn't actively process the feeling of his lips back on hers but she thinks she kisses him back. She must because he's moaning again, right into her mouth like the sound is only for her. It is only for her she realizes much, much later. When everything is over, when the heat has cooled between them and those dark blue eyes are no longer peering into her soul, and her body has stopped shaking with leftover pleasure that's when she realizes what just happened between them.

She drags herself off the table and back onto her two feet. It's a lot harder than she thought it would be. She slips back into her pants and top as Steve sits there watching her. She lets him do that too.

"What happens now." Million-dollar question Steve. She looks at him, really, really looks at him. The golden boy sitting at the edge of the desk naked as the day he was born. He's huge. All bulging biceps and tight abs. Tree trunk thighs and hulking frame. With all of that though he's still just a man. His shoulders are pulled up towards his ears, his arms are tucked against his torso, his head is ducked, and he's looking up at her through his golden lashes. He's huge but he seems so small.

She thinks she's going to ruin him. He's going to let her.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve has a crush and nearly gets everyone killed #it's okay though because the reader is badass and can handle it #steve rogers x female reader #reader insert #G takes on writing

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 9

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1556

Rating: E

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 10: Now

You had fallen into a slightly uneasy truce with yourself. The part of you that had been adamant that you not fuck up any kids’ lives had been soothed down by the part that was really enjoying being back with Clint again. Some things made it easier to compartmentalize. Children weren't by default terrible and the problem you had was never hating kids. It was hating your childhood. Besides, if there were any kids you were going to love instantly it would be Clint’s. Maybe it was never going to be in a motherly way, but they were his and you loved him.

Clint seemed to be making sure you never got put into the parenting role. You were never the babysitter or decision-maker when it came to things they should or shouldn’t be doing. If they wanted to go out for ice cream he’d decide if they could on his own and then ask if you wanted to as well, instead of asking you what you thought about the idea. That made things easier too. It meant you could avoid the step-mother role even if it did occasionally haunt you.

Cooper, Lila, and Nate seemed to take to you dating their father pretty well. They were good kids generally speaking, but the concern that they might see you as a step-mother worried you. The two older two definitely seemed to treat you as an entity in the house that they needed to be aware of. They didn’t come to you to ask for things, but they didn’t straight up ignore you. They’d say good morning when they saw you first thing and goodnight when they went to bed. If they were getting themselves a snack they might ask if you wanted some and they’d make general conversation about music or tv shows with you. However, it wasn't the same level of excitement as when they were with Natasha Romanoff, who they were very close with, or the same level of deference when Ebony was in the room. You hoped that didn’t mean they resented you, or they thought you didn’t like them.

Nate, however, seemed to be completely different. He’d seek you out more and want to share things with you, like what his favorite toys were or the pictures he’d drawn. He’d come and sit on the couch with you and flop himself against you. It was a little scary considering how you felt about everything.

Clint kept pushing for you to join the Avengers, taking you to the Tower and ‘randomly’ having you bump into people who would then lecture you about using your abilities for good. It had the opposite effect than desired. The longer the lecture went the less you wanted to be subjected to further lectures about anything ever again. You still kept going in - partially because it was funny to see how frustrated Clint was when you’d say no, but mostly because now you were burned, you were very interested to see where this data you’d helped steal went. Not that they’d tell you anything. You weren’t an Avenger, so you weren’t privy to that kind of information. It seemed to have something to do with the circus people, and you were curious to know why none of them had approached you about their underground dealings.

That was all for weekdays though - unless it was the end of the world, Clint was home on weekends. That didn’t mean you were free from him trying to recruit you.

“So you’re just not gonna get a job?” He asked. He was sitting beside you on the couch with Lila sitting in front of him while he put her hair in a halo braid. There were some half-formed plans about going out in the afternoon, but everyone was just taking their time. You were eating cereal despite it being 11.30, Cooper was still in his pajamas, and Nate was hanging upside off the side of the couch with only his underwear, a t-shirt, and one sock on.

“Maybe I already have a job,” you teased and he looked at you with his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t, do you?” he asked.

“No. I don’t,” you agreed.

“The Avengers have really good medical, and a great 401K,” he said.

“Yeah because no one ever lasts long enough to cash out,” you snarked.

“She doesn’t have to be an Avenger if she doesn’t want to dad,” Lila said.

“Yeah, Clint,” you agreed. “Listen to your daughter.”

“Gee, thanks for your help, Li,” he teased. “You should see her though, she can shoot an arrow while doing a handstand while riding a horse.”

“You can do that,” Lila said, sounding bored.

“Wow,” you deadpanned. “Ruined the only cool thing I can do with your over achievement. Thanks, Clint.”

He pulled a face at you and was just about to say something when his phone rang. He stuck a bobby pin in Lila’s hair to hold it in place as he answered. “Yeah? - No, but I can’t… Fuck! … Are you shitting me right now? Ebony is off today. I think she went… no, I get it. Yeah. Okay.”

He hung up the phone and got up. “Gotta go in. Can you watch them? It’s an emergency.”

“What? But Clint…” You argued.

“Dad, you haven’t finished my hair!” Lila yelped.

“You can finish it, right?” Clint said to you as he grabbed his keys and tried to evade Lucky who was now dancing around his feet.

“Clint!” You yelped.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t have to,” he said and kissed Lila on the top of the head and then you, before blowing a raspberry on Nate’s tummy. The little boy squealed and fell off the chair in a heap. “Thanks, sugar. I’ll owe you one.”

“The biggest one ever!” You shouted as he ducked out the door.

Lila sighed and started to unwind her hair.

“I can do it,” you said.

She rolled her eyes. “You sounded really excited about the idea.”

You flinched. “I’m sorry… it’s not… I’m not… I can do your hair.”

She looked at you like she was trying to get a read on you. “We don’t want you to be our mom either you know?”

“Lila!” Cooper scolded.

You ran your hand down your face. “I know. I know… that’s… that’s part of the reason I’ve been the way I’ve been. I don’t not like you guys. If anything it’s because I like you a lot and I hate that you lost your mom. But I don’t want you to think I’m trying to be your mom or take her place.”

“Well, good,” Lila said. “We don’t want that either.”

“You want me to do your hair and I’ll be real with you?” You asked.

She nodded and moved into position. “So here’s the thing,” you said, as you started taking up where Clint had left off. “Me and your dad… we had pretty crappy childhoods. The people who were supposed to care for us - they hurt us instead. And I guess… your dad decided that when he grew up he’d have a family and make sure they never got hurt the way he was. But I decided that I didn’t want to risk ruining any kids' lives. We ended up breaking up and going our own separate paths and they went just like that. I never had a family and he got married and got you guys. But now we’re back in each other's lives and I care about your dad. I always have. And I am really scared that that’s gonna mean you guys get hurt and I’ve been trying really hard to just… let you be so it won’t be me that hurts you.”

“You really never wanted kids?” Cooper asked.

You shook your head. “Not because I don’t like them though. I think you guys are awesome.”

“You can be our friend if you like? We have a mom. She might have died but she was still our mom. But we also have an Auntie Nat and an Auntie Wanda and an Auntie Kate and an Ebony. You can just be whoever you are,” Cooper suggested.

You smiled and laughed softly. “You’re pretty smart, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Cooper joked.

“Friends then?” You asked.

“Yeah, friends,” he said.

Lila nodded.

“Okay, but here’s the thing,” you said. “There’s a thing that friends have that adults in charge don’t. You’re allowed to tell me off. Okay? If I overstep, or I do something that upsets you, you can tell me. I won’t be mad and because friends can’t punish each other the way your dad can. Right?”

Lila turned her head and looked at you. “Right. Okay.”

“I’m sorry I’m dating your dad,” you said lamely.

She laughed. “No, you aren’t. But that’s okay. He… it’s been a while since he’s not just been faking being happy.”

You smiled and went back to fixing her hair.

“You should tell us about the criminal stuff you’ve been doing if we’re friends,” Cooper said.

You started laughing. “I’m sure your dad would love it if I told you about that.”

“Come on,” Cooper begged. “You said we have to tell each other stuff.”

You laughed harder and shook your head. “Okay… where should I start?”

// NEXT

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #it's you and me

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stark-tony · 5 years

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Uhm hi I am in desperate need of iron dad and spiderson fics. ASAP Or I might actually die. Pls help

i’m not for sure what type you want but here are some that I’ve read recently

* = incomplete

irondad bingo series* by hailingstars

summary:

pairings: pepperony, happy/may

tags: fluff

warnings: none

heart and nerve and sinew series* by blondsak

summary:

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: hydra, kidnapping, non-consensual drug use

Up Came the Sun series* by WhimsicalEthnographies

summary:

pairings: pepperony, stucky

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

irondad bingo 2019 series* by sahiya

summary:

pairings: happy/may, pepperony, ned/peter

tags: hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: torture

a very, merry unbirthday by ciaconnaa

summary: “What’s all this, huh?” Peter asks. His eyes don’t leave the table as he wanders over to stand by where Tony is sitting, wrapping him in a gentle hug and pushing his head into his chest. Tony smiles before he tugs gently on the sleeve. Peter gets the message and leans down, allowing Tony to kiss his temple in greeting.

“You threw me a birthday party,” Peter accuses, smile going all dopey.

“An unbirthday party,” Morgan corrects. “Like in Alice in Wonderland. For all the ones you missed!”

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The Hoodie™* by coconutknightshade

summary: The one in which Tony overhears Peter telling his roommate that the MIT hoodie he’s wearing is his dads.The one in which Peter never plans to call Tony ‘dad’ to his face but the universe has other plans.

pairings: pepperony, happy/may

tags: fluff

warnings: none

A Parent Apparent* by happyaspie

summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter’s relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

oh, darling. by luna_e_stelle

summary: "Peter?“ Tony’s voice wavered with an urgency that cut through the thick haze in Peter’s mind.

There was so much emotion in that one word that Peter wondered how he had ever doubted that Tony loved him. They had never said it out loud, just showed it in a way that spoke louder than words ever could.

–

Peter is taken, and he tries to find his way back home.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: torture, kidnapping, non-consensual drug use

Metamorphosis by art_deco_deity

summary: How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Sunlight by ArdenSkyeHolmes221

summary: “Stop pouting and ignoring me. You’re giving me a complex.”

“I am— I’m not pouting,” he sputters, avoiding his father’s gaze.

“Oooh, but you are ignoring me.”

***

Or the one where Peter struggles reintegrating in his own life after his dad lived five years without him.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none

forty miles by peterstank

summary: “I love you,” Peter says. “Father-son styles.”

Or: the one where Morgan is sick and Tony is in way over his head, so he calls his spiderson for a little bit of help.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

A Little Monument of Stones by YellowDistress

summary: Russia’s royal family has been executed. The little prince is presumed dead.

That is until a boy is brought to Stark Manor, alive, thousands of miles away in rural England.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

How to Repair a Broken Heart* by InfluentialPineapple

summary: The Mechanic has a lot on his plate; Thanos is coming, the Guardians of the Galaxy are marooned, Thaddeus Ross is reaching right down his throat, and a budding super hero deserves his full attention. He’s also dying. No big deal. He can fix it. He can fix anything.

And he can do it all without even opening that stupid phone.

Now, where did those notes on Extremis go…?

(06/25/19: expect an update within a week, and I thank you all for your patience!)

pairings: pepper/ happy

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: torture, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism

Outsider by PinkEasterEggs

summary: “You know,” his Dad mused when they were halfway through the bread and the ducks were all swimming around them. “I used to come here during the 5 years when you were … gone.”

Peter didn’t know what to say, he’d half expected his Dad to of brought Morgan.

“I never brought any bread,” Tony sighed. “I just sat on that park bench for hours. I thought about bringing Morgan one year but … i wanted this place to be ours and ours only.”

Peter couldn’t even say how much that meant to him.

“You’ve changed,” Peter admitted. His Dad had created a whole new life for himself, one that Peter wasn’t really sure where he fit. All of his stuff had been thrown out and the Tower was sold.

“I know,” Tony sighed, ducking his head down to kiss Peter’s crown. “But i’ll always be your Dad.“

Peter tries to find his place in the world after the Avengers defeated Thanos. As much as he knows he’s loved, he can’t shake the feelings of being replaced when he comes into a new world where his father is now married and had another child.

(No Spider-Man Far From Home Spoilers)

#10: Biological Child

pairings: pepperony

tags: angst

warnings: none

Appendicitis by tommyparkerr

summary: In which Peter doesn’t realize until too late that the flu shouldn’t be this painful, and Tony Stark is right there to both lecture and comfort him (and accidentally call him his kid in the process).

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Allston Christmas by Gruoch

summary: “You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside. “Really. I could have handled it myself.”

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane. “It’s like a little trip down memory lane. It’s nostalgic—it’s gonna be fun. Right, Rhodey?”

“Absolutely,” Rhodey agrees, with all the enthusiasm of a man being lead to the gallows.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

who ya gonna call? by pparker (vaselseok)

summary: He shrieks and stumbles backward on instinct, slipping in the soapy water. His arms flail out in hopes of catching himself, but instead he snags the shower curtain and ends up ripping it free from the rod as he crashes to the ground. A split second later, the metal rod smacks into his nose.

“…Ow.”

Or, Peter thinks he’s being haunted, and Tony’s just trying to get through the week.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

Do Spiderlings Dream of Iron Sheep?* by blondsak

summary: A mission leaves Peter with narcolepsy. Tony may or may not be freaking out.

pairings: none

tags: humor, angst

warnings: none

chocolate chip cookies (alternate words for i love you) by hopeless_hope

summary: Being a superhero, Tony has come to expect a lot of things. He can’t really afford to be surprised by too much; being flexible is just part of the job. Aliens attacking New York? Sure. People threatening to attack his home? Not uncommon. A teenage spider-kid baking cookies in his kitchen at almost three in the morning?

Completely unexpected.

“You know, kid, when I said you’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, this isn’t quite what I was expecting,” Tony says dryly.

The evolution of Peter and Tony’s relationship, as told through late night conversations and chocolate chip cookies. aka 5 times Peter baked cookies for himself and Tony and 1 time Tony did the baking.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

It Hurts to Become by seekrest

summary: “Peter, what is going on with you?”

Tony sees the look in Peter’s eyes – can recognize the hint of something burrowing behind them. A look of someone who is distracted but is desperately trying to focus.

Peter looked exhausted, more than usual. Something’s off with the kid, he’d noticed it but now – watching Peter as it seemingly took all of his attention to focus on Morgan – caused something akin to regret to churn in his stomach.

Something was wrong with Peter.

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: angst

warnings: none

The Chilling Realities Of Hunting And Being Hunted by Buckets_Of_Stars

summary: All Peter and Tony had to do was cross the mountains. That’s it. Just climb a few hills and get to the Convention. They didn’t count on the snow, or the wind, or the fact that neither of them have cell service.

And they definitely didn’t count on the fact that they would be hunted—stalked—as they sit, freezing and shaking, on the side of the road.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

For Pete’s Sake! by KitCat992

summary: Maybe he’d feel better if he closed his eyes, just for a second. It was too dark to see anything clearly anyway, and he’d be able to concentrate better without seeing how fast the ground was coming up to meet him.

A rush of wind sent goosebumps across his skin before two strong hands gripped his shoulders tightly, keeping him upright and from nose-diving straight into the alleyway cement.

Peter snapped his eyes open, blinking a couple times to clear his vision. Everything was blurry. Was that…?

“…ice cream man!?”

pairings: pepperony

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

#mcu #irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #my fic recs #Becca answers #justanothergurlwholovesmarvel #tw torture #tw kidnapping #tw hydra #tw nonconsensual drug use #tw alcoholism #tw suicidal thoughts #I think i'll probably put this as another in general rec list #cause it doesn't really have a theme going on

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ashthatdrmmrgrl · 5 years

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ANSWER ALL THEM YOU BITCH👩‍💻🤪

Ooh she's getting fiesty 😈😂 here you are, love ❤

1. What is your preferred place to write?

Laptop/computer, but since I dont have either anymore, my phone is my go to

2. When did you start writing?

I think it was 8th grade offically; my english teacher got me into reading and writing so that was the 2013/2014 school year I think

3. Favourite thing to write?

Idk, I like writing gay smut if that counts for something 🤷‍♀️

4. Fluff or angst?

I'm good at writing fluff but I love reading angsty stuff

6. Where do you usually find inspiration?

Ideas come to me in dreams, otherwise if I'm watching a movie/TV, listening to music, or just seeing something during the day will spark something.

7. Do you listen to music to help you write?

Yes! I would get soooo distracted if I didn't; that way I dont hear anything outside my head and I can focus on my writing (I'm listening to music now as I'm answering these too actually 😂)

8. What's the biggest "challenge" for you as a writer?

Finding time to write at all; I've got so many ideas bopping around in my head but life gets in the way 😭😭

9. Where do you usually go to write?

My room usually; it gives me privacy and a lot less distractions than my living room or outside the house.

10. Can you give us a sneak peek at your current WIP?

Yes!! I love this scene so much so you get to read it again;

My phone buzzed in my hands and I look down to see Sofia's face smiling at me. I pause my music and pull my earbuds out.

"The Kid's calling," I say aloud before answering. "Hey, Fi!"

"Hey yourself, is Steve available? I've got history questions that I need help with and he's not answering his phone."

I roll my eyes but put the phone on speaker. "Steve, Fi needs help with her homework."

"What's up, kiddo?" Steve asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Stupid history homework; about the Commandos and I thought, 'what better way to finish this then get it straight from the source, old man," Sofia says. Sam lets out a small laugh and Bucky shifts awkwardly beside me.

"Alright, shoot," Steve says with a shake of his head.

"Original 7 members? I only know 3 of them off hand," Sofia starts.

"Easy, Me, Buck, Dum Dum, Morita, Jones, Monty, and Frenchy," Steve says casually. There's a pause before Sofia's sigh echoes through the car.

"I don't think my teacher would appreciate it if I put their names in as if we were best friends," Sofia says offhandedly.

Steve cleats his throat awkwardly. "Right. Uh, Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Timothy Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabriel Jones, James Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier," Steve reiterates after Sofia's let's out little "uh huhs."

"Why were the Howling Commandos formed?" Sofia asks next.

"To eliminate and wipe HYDRA bases off the map; although it seems we weren't very successful," Steve says with a frown and I see his eyes flash towards the rear view mirror, to look at Bucky, I'm assuming.

"Who did the Commandos capture during a raid in the Alps?"

"Arnim Zola."

There was a pause and I couldn't help but look over at Bucky who almost looked startled that he had spoken.

"Who was that?" Sofia asks a moment later.

"Oh, uh, Sofia, that was Bucky," I say, my voice cracking at his name. Sofia stays quiet. I check my phone and see the phone was still connected.

"Bucky?" Sofia asks, sounding doubtful. "As in Stevie's Bucky?"

I feel Bucky almost stiffen in surprise next to me. "Yeah, that would be him," I confirm.

Sofia stays quiet for a few beats again before clearing her throat. "Right, well when do you think you guys are gonna be home? I hate all of this cooking I've gotta do now that you guys are gone, not that either of you were chef's," Sofia complains.

"I'm not sure, kiddo," Steve chirps from in front of me. I lean my elbows onto the front seat and rest my head near his shoulder. "We've got something really important to take care of."

"Okay, well stay safe, and don't do anything stupid; Sam, keep them in line," Sofia says with a laugh.

"Will do, Half Pint," Sam promises.

"Well, I'll talk to you guys later. And it was nice to meet you Bucky," she says.

Bucky doesn't respond, but the rest of us say goodbye before I hang up.

"Thanks, Steve," I say, clapping my hands over Steve's shoulders.

"Anytime; I don't mind helping the kid out," Steve says.

I ruffle Steve's hair before leaning back and laughing. Bucky was looking between Steve and I with confusion written all over his face.

"So the kid?" Bucky asks, his eyes resting on Steve for a moment before looking at me.

"Yeah, she's great," Steve says excitedly and flashes Bucky a smile.

"She's my sister," I say and look down to see Sofia had texted me.

I forgot to ask while on the phone but could you ask Steve if I can look through some of his stuff that the museum let him have back?

"Hey Steve, can she look through the stuff the Smithsonian gave back to you? She didn't say what for though," I ask.

"Yeah, no problem, tell her I've got stuff in the chest at the end of the bed."

"Cool cool, thanks," I say and pass the information onto Sofia.

"Not a problem," Steve says as he takes the off ramp and turns left. "Sharon's just up here," he points out a black car that was pulled over under the bridge.

Steve pulls over and ducks out of the car and greets Sharon with a smile.

Bucky sits up and looks out the front window, eyes flickering across the background, scanning the surrounding area. Bucky's knees hit the back of Sam's seat and he glares at the back of Sam's head.

"Can you move your seat up?" He asks for probably the 100th time this trip, sounding bored.

"No," Sam replies once again.

I roll my eyes and squish myself against the window. "Scoot over here more," I offer, pointing towards the leg room that I've got behind Steve's seat.

"Thanks," Bucky mumbles and scoots over so his arm is pressed against mine. It was quiet while we watched Steve and Sharon talk as she popped her trunk. "So," Bucky starts quietly, trying to exclude Sam from the conversation. "How long have you and Steve been together?"

Sam, of course, hears and snorts out a laugh, having to hold onto the door for support.

I felt my face flush and I reach over the seat to smack Sam across the side of his head. "Shut up, bird brain. Steve and I aren't together though," I say, turning to look at Bucky who looked embarrassed.

"Sorry, I just assumed…" Bucky apologizes.

"Nah, it's okay, everyone apparently thinks the same thing," I say with a shrug. "Steve's like a brother to me. Plus right now he's not swinging this way."

Bucky's eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me with wide eyes. "So like, he's..?"

"Gay? Yeah, basically. He still likes women, but he's actually with my brother, Graham," I say, pulling up a picture of Graham, Steve, Sofia, and I on my phone. Tony insisted on us having more family pictures even though we were the least conventional family on the planet.

"So being… a homosexual," Bucky says, almost sounding like the term was weird coming off his tongue. "That's openly okay now? I don't mind, but the 30s really pressed people down, so I didn't think Steve… at least I think, from what I remember," Bucky trails off and looks out to see Steve giving Sharon a hug before grabbing the gear from the trunk.

"He was hard on himself at first," I say, remembering how weird Steve would act whenever Graham would say something to try and test the waters. "I think knowing and befriending Graham really helped him a lot, seeing that it's not a mental illness, that you wouldn't be imprisoned or institutionalized for it."

Bucky still looks at Steve, but there was a small smile crooked at the corner of his mouth and his eyes seemed fond.

"I'm happy for him," is all Bucky says in reply.

"So am I," I say, patting Bucky's forearm with my hand. "So am I."

11. How many stories have you written so far?

Well I've only ever completed 1, (excluding oneshots) but I've got... at leave 7 going, a few that I've discontinued, and a shit ton of ideas that haven't been written yet 😂

12. What's your favourite thing that you ever wrote?

Well I'm honestly so proud of my Beauty and the Beast Lashton fanfic that I wrote and the only one I've ever finished. But I'm also sooo proud of 2 WIPs that I'm writing with the lovely asker

13. How many chapters does your longest series have?

I dont have any series yet, but my longest fic has like 200,000 words and no distinctive chapters yet (writing specific scenes then gluing them together)

14. What's your favourite character/person to write for?

I only really write Lashton or Stucky but I'm my cowritten books I have an OC be with Ashton Irwin and Bucky Barnes because DAMN they are kweens

15. "OCs" or "Reader" inserts?

I personally like writing OCs but I've been getting into readers lately

16. Can you tell us anything about your current WIP?

I suppose, but asker already knows since she's helping me write it 😂 it's a Marvel fic about these two girls and their brother who lose their parents in the Battle of New York in 2012. Brother is working for Stark Industries already when Steve asks my OC to join the Avengers but my OC and her brother keep that a secret from their younger sister (my friends OC). That's enough for now tho 😘

17. How long was the longest fic you ever wrote?

Question 13 kinda answered this question but its 200,000ish and growing

18. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and 5sos mainly, but I used to do Supernatural back in like 2015/2016. I also dabble in Shadowhunter stuff too

19. What is/are your favourite fandom author/authors?

Well the asker is such an amazing writer I love her work, um, @Larry_Lashton on Wattpad is good, @moonstruckbucky and @sunmoonandbucky are phenomenal

20. Have you ever written an AU?

That's basically all I write; I've only got one original piece and not many are real to whatever reality.

21. What is your favourite AU trope?

I have a weakness for Professor Seb/Bucky and I love stucky (and StuckyxReaders) so if you know of any hmu 😉

22. A fanfiction trope you can't help but love?

ENEMIES TO LOVERS FUCK

23. For how long have you been a fandom writer?

Shortly after I started writing, so like 2015?

24. Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it?

Absolutely! I usually loosely plot out the whole thing and try and hit the main points but by like... 1/4 or 1/2 way through depending on how long it is I'm like fuck I totally forgot I was going to add that (and by then it wouldn't make sense to add it in)

25. What do you do to motivate yourself to write?

Listen to music, but I also read what I've got to help myself get back into the flow of the story.

26. How did you find out you like to write?

Like I said it was 8th grade and my english teacher showed me this new side of reading that I didnt know about and then I was like fuck I can do this too!

27. Are there any writers (fanfiction writers or not) that have inspired you to start writing?

Well I used to only read the Twilight series, but then I read Cassandra Clare's books, and the it sorta branched out from there, so Stephanie Meyer and Cassandra Clare are who you should thank for that 😂

28. What's your favourite fandom to write for?

Does Stucky count as it's own fandom? Because that ship sails itself man #ExceptEndgame #FuckingSucked

29. Describe your style in three words.

Um... smutty... gay.... fluffy?

30. What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written?

Well I've got one on Wattpad with almost 20k but it's a continuation of a story that has like 300k, otherwise most of my other ones on there have 4k actually.

31. Blurbs or drabbles?

Both are great, dudes 🤷‍♀️

32. Have you ever written smut?

33. How long does it usually take you to write?

Used to be I could get like 20 chapters (decently long ones too) in about 8 months but now I'm not really posting anything and I'm slowly working on a current WIP

34. What's your favourite font to use when writing?

Ariel, size 11, 1.15 line spacing. Veranda is a nice font too though

35. What do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics?

I like long ones man; but I either write forever long ones or oneshots 😂

36. How do you keep yourself inspired? Seeing new things, listening to new music. Sleeping?

37. Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted it anyway?

I don't think so. I mean I've posted stuff that I wasn't excited about, but I don't think I've ever hated anything I've written

38. What's your "strong suit" as a writer?

My OCD with punctuation and formatting?

39. What's your favourite trope?

Friends who are oblivious to the other persons feelings so they dont ever make a move until they're drunk 🤷‍♀️ *40s Stucky bonus*

40. How many likes does your fics usually get?

300 for 4k reads on Wattpad

41. Have you ever used a prompt?

Absolutely! Sometimes you just need a little help and there ain't nothing wrong with that!

42. What is your weakness as a writer?

I am obsessed with the small details that nobody cares about (especially height comparisons) but I think that comes from my artistical side.

43. Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you wrote?

Oh absolutely, all the fucking time!

44. Have you ever done a collab with another writer?

Yes! Only 1 other writer who is also the asker 😘😘

45. One thing you love about fanfiction?

I think it's an amazing thing to write because people already have deep connections with the characters so you dont have to waste the first part telling their story (unless it's an AU, but even then it's totally okay to just jump right into it!)

46. What's your favourite emotion to cause your readers?

I definitely enjoy leaving them on the edge of their seats, but I also love writing fluffy scenes that make peoples hearts flutter

47. What's your favourite thing about writing?

The creativity and ability to create a reality! There's endless possibilities and that's so fascinating and amazing to me

48. Do you post your writing on other platforms? I only post on Wattpad, but I have thought about posting things on tumblr too! Thoughts?

49. What app/apps do you use to write?

Either google docs or just in Wattpad itself

50. One thing you don't like about fanfiction?

Some people get the characters totally wrong personality wise and that sorta bugs me when reading because I get confused

51. Least favourite trope?

Coffee shop AUs are a little boring unless somebody brings something new to the table (like one of them is a vampire or witch or single parent instead of just like OH this barista/customer is cute). But if I come across a coffee shop AU I'm not going to NOT read it, you know?

52. Favourite words to use when writing?

No? I mean I know everyone's writing is different and unique to the person but I don't think I have any favourites.

53. Least favourite words?

When writing straight smut I get uncomfortable with certain words people use to describe the female anatomy other then that no 🤷‍♀️

54. Do you usually like what you write?

Yeah! And if I don't, I'll change it until I like it before posting it 😂

thank you @scaryaryanna for the lovely ask and thank you to anybody who stuck around to read everything ❤❤❤❤❤

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Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C20

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort, hospital/medical stuff

Chapter 20 - Work

Loki walked into the lab and found Tony sorting through his tools with little Peter balanced on his hip.

“Please tell me that soldering iron isn’t on”

“No, no, it’s not even plugged in” Tony said. “Hey, could you take the baby for a minute?”

Loki took Peter from him. “Hello, little one”

“Hi daddy” Peter yawned. “I’m all worn out”

Loki laughed slightly. “Have you been a busy boy today?”

“He’s been the busiest” Tony said. “We went food shopping, and then we went to the park, and then we’ve spent all afternoon sorting out and tidying up down here. Very busy indeed!”

“I don’t think you can call it ‘all afternoon’ when it’s only three o’ clock” Loki said.

“Coming from the person who says five o’ clock is the evening”

Loki shook his head. “Do you want to go and have a little sleep, chick?”

Peter nodded. Loki gave him a little squeeze.

“Oh, Loki?” Tony said. “Today makes six weeks”

Loki looked at Peter and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. “I know”

Tony sat down with Loki after tea the next evening. Peter was playing on the rug with his baby doll, changing its outfits and ‘feeding’ it with one of his own plastic spoons.

“This has been a really long six weeks, hasn’t it?”

“Yes” Loki said. “Being back at work makes it feel like it has been even longer”

“We’ve got a bit more of a routine going on now. We’re doing ok, aren’t we?”

Loki nodded. “Li said she was proud of us. She said we were doing brilliantly with him”

“My press manager keeps emailing me. There’s two magazines in particular who keep getting in touch, and a magazine show keep pestering him for interviews with us about this. One of them wants us to get together with some of the other kids Kindsprengen hit. I keep telling him to tell them no, but apparently they’re very persistent”

“Just keep telling them no. We don’t want our little boy under the spotlight any more than he already is”

Tony looked at Peter. He had his baby doll cradled in his arms now, and was very slowly reading a Mr Men book to it.

“He’s done really well with his reading, hasn’t he?”

“That week after my crash gave me a lot of time to sit down with him” Loki said. “He’s a clever thing; he picked it up quite quickly. He’s still very rocky, but, well, he’s done very well”

“How’s he doing with his writing?”

“He’ll write his name at the bottom of his pictures, but that’s about it” Loki said. “I don’t think he likes it very much. He enjoys reading, because he gets to find a story, and that’s exciting for him. He doesn’t find writing very exciting”

“Well, I guess that makes sense” Tony said. “I think we need to go and do something else with him. I know he loves the park, but I’m getting a bit sick of it”

“Yes, me too. He enjoyed swimming, so we could go again”

“Is there a space museum near here? He’d probably enjoy that” Tony said.

“We’ll have to look into it. I wouldn’t mind going to the pool again. I know we’ve got plenty to do with him here, but it’s nice to get out and about sometimes”

“Like you said; we’ll look into it. Maybe we could at least convince him to go on the playground at the park. He’d enjoy it if he gave it a chance. Big Peter’s always loved the swings”

They were both quiet for a minute or two, watching the toddler. The cuckoo clock sounded the hour, and Tony sighed.

“He needs a bath tonight”

“I’ll do it” Loki said. “You need to prepare for your visit to the office tomorrow”

“I might take the kid with me. Get him out of the house, show him off a bit”

“That’s up to you” Loki said, standing up. “Peter, darling? It’s bath time”

“Oh”

“Oh indeed. Come along now. Put baby in the cot”

Peter obediently put his baby doll in its little cot, tucking it in carefully. He rocked the cot gently.

“Will baby be ok?”

“Of course. I think they’re asleep already” Loki said. “Now come on; bath time”

Tony stood in the doorway and watched Loki drying Peter and powdering him and zipping him into his teddy bear onesie.

“I just had another email from my press manager”

Loki looked up. “Oh?”

“Oh indeed. It was from this company. I’ve never heard of them before, but they say that if Peter is a toddler, we should consider sending him to nursery or taking him to toddler groups. Something to do with it being important and the best way to enrich him”

“Tell them to mind their own business” Loki said, putting Peter’s hood up and tickling him under the chin to make him laugh.

“I might. I haven’t replied yet. I just started thinking about Peter’s friends. I know Liz sent the box, and then she wrote that letter after we sent her a box, but none of his other friends have really done anything, have they?”

“Quite a few of them texted his phone. Fact checking, I think” Loki said. “But I turned the handset off pretty quickly. Flo texts me sometimes, checking how he is. She says she wants to visit but I’m not sure if she should”

“I think we should talk about that” Tony said. “It might be weird for her. It’s weird for us, and the other Avengers. But they all saw it happen, so...”

“Clint said he’s going to pop in next time he’s away from home. Steve keeps offering to babysit, too”

“Have you heard anything from Thor since he went back to space?”

Loki shook his head, taking the bottle of baby powder from Peter and putting it up high, out of his reach. Tony sighed.

“He needs to stay in touch better” he said. “...Do you think Carol is gonna put in an appearance at some point?”

“I hope so” Loki sighed. “Peter asked for her the other day. I miss her too... I love her, and I know she loves us, but I also know that we’re not her first priority. She has everything she’s doing on other worlds, and then of course she’s got Maria and the girl”

“Monica” Tony said. “You can’t blame her for putting her family first”

“I don’t” Loki said. “I just miss her. And you know how close her and big Peter are”

“That lady is away for months at a time all the time” Tony said. “I think everyone in her life is used to that. Even big Peter”

“I need to put Peter to bed” Loki said, changing the subject.

“Loki...”

Loki picked Peter up, much to the little boys dismay.

“Hey! Daddy, put me down! I’m busy!”

“It’s bedtime”

“I don’t want to go to bed! I want daddy!”

Loki sighed. Tony came over and took Peter from him, cuddling him close, breathing in deeply.

“Um, Tony?”

“Hm?”

“You appear to be inhaling our son again”

“Hm? Oh” Tony laughed slightly. “Yeah, it’s just the best. Y’know when people are just out of the bath or shower and they’re all nice and clean and you can smell the soap on their skin? Ugh, it’s just such a good thing”

Loki just shook his head. “Are you putting him to bed?”

“Can do. Are you at the hospital again tomorrow?”

“They’ve asked me to do an extra shift, but I haven’t decided yet”

“Is Jo Jo working tomorrow?”

Loki nodded.

“I think you should go in” Tony said. “I’ll take Peter to the office with me, and look after him afterwards. Ring them up. Let them know you’ll be in”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, definitely” Tony said, setting Peter down on the bed and giving him his rocket. “I can ask Happy to pick you up in the morning?”

“I’ll just get a taxi” Loki said. “I need the thinking space while I’m bikeless”

“I still don’t think you should get another one”

“I know, but we also both know that the crash wasn’t my fault. I’ll look into it properly some other time. We’re both a bit busy to go motorbike shopping right now”

“Can I have a motorbike?” Peter asked.

“Certainly not!” Tony said. “You can have a good nights sleep instead. Head on pillow, please”

Loki smiled slightly, watching them. Tony was always so good with him, despite what he might sometimes think. Sure, they didn’t have experience with toddlers before any of this had happened - but then, they hadn’t had experience with teenagers before big Peter had come into their lives either. So maybe it wasn’t so different after all.

Peter wrinkled his nose at the new-carpet smell in the office building. He held onto Tony’s hand, his rocket under his free arm. He didn’t like it here. It was all weird and busy and he didn’t like all these strange people pinching his cheeks and ruffling his hair.

Tony was perfectly happy. He knew a lot of people who worked in this office, and some of them he even considered friends. They didn’t see each other very much, and even though the visit was supposed to be strictly business-related, it was good to have the opportunity for a bit of a catch up. Plus, he liked it when people fussed over Peter. People generally fussed over big Peter anyway, so this kind of fuss was a bit different - but not in a bad way. Tony was proud of his son, even the toddler.

Peter got bored very quickly. He didn’t want to be in this office. He wanted to be at home playing with his toys, or at the park watching the ducks swimming round the pond. He liked those ducks, even the one with the broken beak and the one with only one leg. He’d much rather be with them than with his dads workforce. It was so boring, and he felt like they’d been there for hours. Days, even.

“Still, it’s a shame he ended up in the firing line”

“Yeah, it’s not ideal” Tony said. “Still, we’re getting used to having a toddler about”

“He’s a cute little kid”

“Yeah, he is” Tony looked down at Peter, who scowled up at him. “What’s that face for?”

“This is boring”

Tony and the other man laughed, and continued their conversation. Peter tried to be good, but it was hard work. Plus, he was starting to feel funny, and uncomfortable.

“Oh oh, I think someone needs the toilet” the man said, nodding towards Peter.

Tony looked down at Peter, who was squirming and pressing his legs together.

“Why didn’t you say, kiddo?” Tony raised an eyebrow at the man. “I’ll talk to you in a bit. Better get this one sorted before he has an accident all over your new carpets”

Peter was very nearly asleep by the time they left the office. He cuddled against Tony’s chest, looking cross. Tony laughed at him as he strapped him into his car seat.

“Now there’s a face! You look just like your daddy” he grinned.

Peter didn’t smile back.

“Do you wanna go and see daddy?”

Peter looked up at him, and then looked away. Tony sighed and ruffled the boys hair gently.

“Yeah, let’s go and see daddy”

Jo Jo laughed and kissed Loki hard on the cheek.

“You know you love me really”

“Not when you pull this kind of thing!” Loki said.

“Hey, winning a bet is not me pulling any kind of thing. Don’t be a sore loser” he stuck his tongue out at him. “Right, pay up. Where’s your locker key?”

Loki scowled and handed the key over. Jo Jo took it.

“Ooh, new keyring?”

“Not exactly. The toddler broke the other one last night, and I didn’t have time to fix it”

“Gutting, absolutely gutting” Jo Jo said, shoving the key in the lock and opening Loki’s locker, surveying the contents. “Hmm, let’s see, let’s see... Lokes, your locker is pitiful. I’ve never seen it so empty”

“In my defence, I have been off for a good few weeks for varying reasons”

“Yeah yeah, I guess so” Jo Jo said. “Hmm... Right, I’m having this”

He held up a can of cherry flavoured energy drink.

“You bastard, those are my favourites!”

“Exactly, that’s why I chose it!” he grinned, shutting Loki’s locker and handing the key back.

“Bastard, like I said” Loki said, putting his key back in his locker.

Jo Jo gasped, holding a hand over his chest. “You wound me”

Loki rolled his eyes.

“You know you love me really” Jo Jo said, sidling up to him. “Come on; give us a kiss”

Loki sighed, but gave him a quick peck on the cheek anyway. Jo Jo grinned triumphantly.

“I’m a god-whisperer, that’s what I am”

“A what?”

“A god-whisperer, yknow, like a horse whisperer, but for gods... You’ve never heard of a horse whisperer?”

“No, I don’t believe I have”

There was a knock on the staff room door frame.

“Oh hey, Mary”

“Are you planning on doing any work today, Jo Jo?”

Jo Jo shrugged. “I’m entitled to a break”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Loki, there’s someone here to see you”

Loki quirked an eyebrow and followed her out into the hallway.

“Hey Loki”

Loki’s mouth fell open when he saw Tony stood there with little Peter in his arms.

“It’s you! What are you doing here?!”

“Thought we’d drop in and surprise you” Tony smiled.

Loki couldn’t think of what to say, so he just laughed.

“Aww, you’ve gone all giddy” Jo Jo said, stood at his side.

“I didn’t expect to see them! Hey, little boy, come here” Loki said, taking Peter and giving him a big cuddle. “Aww, you’re so squeezy, baby! Oh, I’ve got to show him off. Come on baby; I’m gonna introduce you to a few people”

Tony laughed and shook his head fondly as Loki wandered off with Peter.

“I’ve never known a man look so good in scrubs” he said.

“Hey, what about me?” Jo Jo said, preening.

Tony gave him an amused look. “Hey, is that one of Loki’s energy drinks?”

“Ha ha, yeah. He lost a bet”

“Oh. What bet?”

“He said he was quicker at taking bloods than I am, so we got one of the others to time us individually, and I was three seconds quicker. So, energy drink” he grinned. “His locker needs stocking. You’d better remind him, cos there’s only so many instant pasta pots I’m willing to sacrifice, even to someone like him”

“You’re rubbish at hiding your feelings, you know”

“Oh, I don’t need to hide them” Jo Jo said. “I told him outright as soon as I realised anyway”

“Really? Wow. What did he say?”

“He said he wasn’t surprised. He said he was, of course, an irresistible deity, so it was only natural that I fancied him”

Tony laughed. “Good god, whatever am I married to? He’s so...”

“Brilliant? Funny? Absolutely insane? He’s flippin’ hilarious, that’s what he is. He’s so dramatic sometimes too. But he’s real good at keeping patients calm here, including the littlies”

“He’s great. He’s been so good with toddler Peter”

“Jo Jo!” Mary reappeared. “You’re due in theatre in twenty minutes”

“What? No, that surgery isn’t until three!”

“It’s been pulled forward. Go and get scrubbed in”

“Someone could’ve told me” he shook his head, and looked at Tony. “Scrub Nurse Johanssen is in high demand today. See you later!”

Tony finally tracked Loki down introducing little Peter to Doctor Shefska, who smiled at Tony when he approached.

“He really does look like you, you know” he said. “Have you considered a DNA test?”

“Doc, please. Literally every single DNA testing company has asked me the same thing”

“They keep offering us free tests” Loki said.

“They’re idiots” Tony said. “I adopted him, so he’s my son regardless. The resemblance is just coincidental”

“There’s only one way to be sure”

Tony smiled grimly and chose not to reply. Dr Shefska tickled Peter under the chin.

“He’s a cute little thing. I hear Thor is sourcing a reversal for this”

“He’s trying” Loki said. “We haven’t had many updates, so it’s not something we can put a time stamp on”

“Well, however long it takes, I’m sure there’s going to be a big wave of relief when it’s sorted. How many children were affected again?”

“Twenty seven, including Peter” Loki said. “It doesn’t sound like a lot, but that’s a full class, isn’t it?”

“It is indeed. It must be strange and difficult, especially for you”

“Why especially for us?” Tony said.

“You never knew the boy the first time round, when he was originally a toddler. I wouldn’t mind betting most, if not all of the other parents knew them from birth, so they already had an idea of what they were like and how to look after them as a toddler”

“Well, I suppose so” Loki said before Tony could respond. “But I think we’re doing well regardless of that fact”

“Oh, certainly. He looks incredibly healthy and happy, more so than the teenager”

“Hey, that’s not really fair” Tony said. “He’s got PTSD, and there’s nothing we can do about that, not exactly! This kid hasn’t been through the trauma, so of course he’s gonna look healthier and happier!”

“Tony, it’s ok” Loki said.

“No, it’s not ok! We’re good parents to normal Peter too!”

“He never said we weren’t”

“He insinuated it!”

“No, he didn’t” Loki said, looking at Dr Shefska. “Did you?”

“No, I didn’t. I fear I worded that statement wrong. I never meant to cause any offence, or make it come across as a judgement. I apologise”

Tony nodded, and took Peter from Loki, giving him a cuddle.

“He’s a very quiet child, isn’t he?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, especially compared to big Peter. Big Peter’s always so loud at home. He’s always got a lot to say. But little Peter...”

“He’s fine. You do get quiet children” Tony said, kissing the boy on the cheek. “I think he’s tired right now, anyway. I think I’m gonna take him home”

“I’ll take my leave of you. I’m due elsewhere” Dr Shefska said.

“Bye” Tony said. He gave Peter a squeeze. “Time to go, baby”

“Oh Tony, let me hold him a little longer” Loki took Peter back from him, giving him a kiss. “I’m not going to want to go back to work now”

Peter looked up at him. “Why?”

“Because I’ve seen you, and now I just want to go home with you”

“Oh. You’re coming home?”

“I’ll be back later, darling”

Tony’s phone started ringing, and he stepped aside for a few minutes to answer it. He finished the call and took Peter from Loki.

“Say goodbye to daddy now, darling. We’ve got somewhere to be”

“Oh” Loki said, taking Peter’s hand. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t you have work to be doing?”

“Don’t get snappy at me! It’s not my fault tha-”

He was interrupted by an alarm sounding, and people shouting for the crash trolley.

"That’s a crash. I’ve got to go”

Tony quickly turned and left. He didn’t want Peter to hear that kind of incident going off, and he didn’t want to hear it either.

Peter scowled at Tony when he was put back into his car seat.

“What’s that face for?”

Peter didn’t say anything. Tony sighed and shut the door. He was stressed out all of a sudden. He just had one more commitment, and then he could go home. He just needed to get through a few more hours. Just a few. He could do that.

No he couldn’t. He thought he could, but Peter couldn’t, so neither could he. Peter was ok for a little bit. He sat on Tony’s lap in the meeting, playing with his rocket quite happily, but it didn’t last long. He started squirming and whining, and then he started interrupting, telling Tony he was bored and asking when they could go home. He didn’t take kindly to be shushed, either.

Pepper leant over to him. “Do you want me to take him for a bit?”

Tony nodded, and handed Peter over. Peter went quiet for a little longer. He liked Pepper, and she gave him her little notebook and pencil so he could draw. He spent a while scribbling, and could have continued quite happily had his stomach not reminded him that it was way past lunch time already.

“Daddy?” he said.

Tony glanced at him for half a second, but he didn’t pause in his statement. Peter whined, and looked up at Pepper.

“Daddy’s busy”

“Yes, he is” Pepper said gently.

Peter went quiet for a moment, looking round the room at everyone. He didn’t want to be in this meeting. He wanted to go home, and more importantly, he wanted something to eat. His tummy was starting to hurt. He started whimpering. Pepper shushed him and cuddled him close, but it didn’t help much.

“Daddy!”

“Not now, Peter” Tony sighed, going back to the meeting.

Peter squirmed in Pepper’s lap, and dropped his rocket on the floor. The man beside Pepper picked it up and tried to give it back to him, but he wouldn’t take it.

“What’s up, little guy?”

Peter ignored him. Pepper took the rocket from the man and held Peter a little tighter.

“Shh, darling” Pepper sighed, wondering if she should abandon the meeting and take Peter outside.

Peter started squirming more. His tummy was really starting to hurt, and he soon started crying properly.

“DADDY!” he howled. “DADDY, I’M HUNGRY! MY TUMMY HURTS!!”

Tony closed his eyes for a moment and then stood up.

“This is going to have to wait. I’ll send an email out later” he said.

He took Peter and his rocket from Pepper.

“Mr Stark, we really need your input here. You can’t just abandon the meeting half way through” one man said.

“Is that so? Just watch me”

He grabbed his briefcase, and swept out of the boardroom.

Pepper caught up to Tony at his car.

“Tony!”

Tony stopped, turning to her. “Don’t start; you know I couldn’t stay in there”

“Of course I know that. I’m not that unreasonable” Pepper said. “I just wanted to check how you were. We haven’t had a chance to talk properly for a couple of weeks now”

Tony strapped Peter into his car seat and closed the door, muffling the boys cries.

“He’s not happy today”

“I can see that. Is he just hungry?”

Tony shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s been a bit funny all day. I think he’s a bit bored. I don’t think he liked the office visit much. He’s just fed up”

“What about you? Are you fed up?”

“Yes” Tony said, and then sighed. “No. I don’t know. A bit, I think. It’s been six weeks, Pep. It feels like so much longer. It kinda feels like it could go on forever”

“I’m coming round tonight”

“What? Oh Pep, Loki’s at work, I’ve been out today, the kids being funny... It just doesn’t sound like a great idea”

“I’d be acting funny too if I hadn’t had my lunch by 3pm” Pepper said, glancing at her watch. “I’ll see you at six”

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 6 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader The Sparrow and The Winter Soldier 2/3

Warnings: violence, cussing, my first smut that probably sucks major ass. Don’t read if you’re under 18. Unprotected sex btw

A/n: I’m gonna write another part only because I wanna include Zemo in this. No, he doesn’t have romantic feelings for reader. Yes, I know he doesn’t. Yes, I know he had a family. Chill don’t worry. It’s a fanfic it’s not cannon nor will it ever be. Anyways, I love this story so I’m gonna keep writing it until Tumblr gives me the word limit because it’s been doing that with me.

Bucky’s senses were on high alert and his hands shook as he picked up the cup of coffee the waiter brought him. The small earpiece Sam had given him made it hard for him to concentrate since everyone was talking at one and the cafe he was sitting at was also loud. The rest of the Avengers were scattered around the area waiting and watching for any signs of Bucky’s fiancée.

He checked his watch; 6:15am. Bucky growled when the coffee machine whirled. It was so early but the cafe was packed and there was already traffic outside. It was New Yorker thing apparently. A custom Bucky could never get used to. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise outside followed by the screaming of civilians. The wrenching feeling in his stomach told him it was her. Bucky raced outside and saw people running the opposite direction from the source of the noise.

“I see her” Natasha said into the earpiece.

From a distance he could see her with ten shadows right at her heels.

“She’s not alone Buck” Steve warned.

“No shit I can see that!” Bucky took off across the street trying to avoid the hoard of people running away from her.

“We’ll try to distract them but get Y/n’s attention Serg!” Tony snapped.

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice. While the others tried to push the Hydra soldiers away from him, Bucky did what Tony asked him to do. It didn’t take long for Y/n to find him in the crowd of frightened pedestrians. She pushed past them, gun ready. Bucky stopped walking and so did Y/n, they looked at each other for a long time.

“Kill him!” The voice in her earpiece growled. Y/n fired her gun aiming right at his head but Bucky blocked it with his metal arm. She fired again but he tackled her and wrestled the gun out of her hands throwing it as far as he could.

“Y/n! It’s me Bucky, your fiancé!” He said trying hard not to cry while she tried to wrestle her way out of his grasp. Y/n ripped off the mask and sunglasses revealing herself to him. Bucky paused and stared at her angry face.

“Who the hell is Y/n?” She snapped and punched him as hard she could knocking him to the ground. Y/n was on top now and threw hard fast punches making him see stars.

“Alright doll you made me do this but it’s for your own good” Bucky closed his metal fist and punched her square in the face throwing her back a couple of feet. Bucky stood and watched her carefully as she struggled to her feet. Her chest rising from both anger and the wind knocked out of her. As soon as she noticed him Bucky took off in the direction of the nearest tallest building with Y/n right behind him. The civilians inside the building screamed and ran out when they noticed an armed woman chasing a man and for a brief moment Y/n lost sight of her target.

“Over here!” Y/n looked around and saw him racing up the stairs. She took off after him. Y/n took out another gun and cocked him firing it. Bucky ducked every time missing the bullets by millimeters but he wanted to get her to the top of the building. Y/n fired her last bullet. She hissed and threw it down the stairs. Bucky threw the fire escape door open and Y/n busted through it another gun aimed at him.

“Y/n at least try to remember me! I don’t want to fight you!” The girl threw the weapon to the side and took off her other weapons with only a knife ready to cut his throat. Y/n threw herself at him screaming, Bucky gripped her wrist and punched her with his real hand but it didn’t seem to do any effect on her. Y/n hit him harder though and every blow made his mind hazy unable to fight back any longer. If this is how he was going to die, in the hands of the only woman he loved then so be it. Y/n knocked him to the ground once again and got on top of him, hand on her throat, knife raised high above her head. She looked down at the bloody bruised man, “You’re my mission!” Y/n said seething.

Bucky chuckled. Steve had told him he said the same thing. How ironic and oh how the tables have turned. “Then finish it doll” His blue eyes locked with her e/c ones “after all you were right; Love will tear us apar...again” Y/n froze shock and horror spreading on her face, Bucky watched her beautiful eyes as realization hit her. She dropped the knife next to his head. Those words. Y/n heard them before and it was her that said it. She studied him and all at once her memories came back like a movie on a replay, reality giving her a more painful blow than the one he gave her. Y/n’s eyes filled with tears and slowly cupped his face, “Bucky? Is that you?” He laughed softly and caressed her soft arms. “It’s really me, my beautiful girl” Y/n crashed her lips against his and kissed him like she never had before. Bucky kissed her back with the same hunger running a hand through her hair while the other held her waist. Y/n pulled away and pressed her forehead against his, “I’m so sorry babe”. Bucky shook his head, “No I’m sorry for being late” she giggled “It’s fine. What matters is that we’re together again”. Bucky reached for her earpiece, “Retreat! Those ten idiots we sent with you are dead!” They looked at each other’s tear stained faces and giggled. “You heard em Y/n. Time to go home.” Y/n got off him and helped him to his feet.

“Hey Tony!” He said into his own earpiece “Mission save Bucky’s girl has been successful” Y/n smiled at him and together hand in hand walked back to meet the team.

Back at the Tower after meeting the rest of the Avengers except for Bruce Banner and Thor who were currently not there, Bucky and Y/n retreated to their room for some quiet time. Y/n had the curtains pulled to the side watching the world below her go by. She had taken a shower and didn’t bother to put on clothes, Bucky stared at her. He had her back and it was his Y/n not the assassin Hydra was so obsessed with. Just her. Bucky pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket and approached her slowly as to not startle her.

“Doll?” Y/n turned away from the window and gave him a small smile, “Yes babe?” Bucky fiddled with the box in his hand and Y/n’s eyes widened when she saw it. He swallowed, “I know we were engaged before but the way I proposed to you wasn’t how I wanted it. We were under the watchful eyes of Hydra but now that we’re both safe and away from them” Bucky took a deep breath and got down on one knee and opened the box revealing a simple but very beautiful diamond ring. Y/n gasped and covered her mouth, “Oh Buck...” He grabbed her free hand stroking it with his thumb, “Y/n M/n L/N, will you be my wife?” She nodded rapidly tears falling from her eyes, “Yes yes I will!” Bucky sighed relieved and slid the ring into her finger.

He stood and kissed her only this time slow and passionate. Y/n cupped his face and pulled him closer. Bucky’s lips left hers and traced his kisses down her neck earning a small moan from her, he kissed her shoulder his hands roaming her body. Y/n bit her bottom lip and fiddled with his shirt pulling it over his head. With her delicate fingers, Y/n traced his chest giving him goosebumps going lower and lower as she noticed his hard cock through his pants. Bucky stopped her before she could touch it and raised her chin to look at him, “Not today doll. You don’t get to touch me today. Its my turn.” He kissed her again their tongues battling for dominance. Bucky cupped her ass and wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed. He got on top of her and slowly kissed his way down to her chest, he took an erected nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Y/n moaned and slowly raked her nails down his back. Bucky let it go with a pop and began to trail his kisses down her stomach, slowly taking in the scent of her skin. A scent he had missed so much. He spread her legs apart and kissed the inside of her thighs making Y/n arch her back and moan. He stopped at her entrance and looked up, her face flushed and eyes full of lust.

“Sing for me, my little sparrow” and slid his tongue inside her wet womanhood. Y/n cried out in pleasure and gripped his hair squirming under his touch. Bucky moaned too as he tasted her for the first time in a year. He swirled his tongue around and threw her legs over his shoulders before he put his finger inside her. Y/n let out another sexy moan as her fiancé pumped his finger in and out and heard those sinful sloppy noises coming from his mouth. As the pit in her stomach tightened, Bucky stopped earning a small glare from his soon to be wife. He chuckled, “Oh my little porcelain doll, aren’t you impatient?” You giggled, “I’ve missed you Buck” he took off his pants and briefs revealing his cock hard with precum already leaking. Bucky put the tip on her entrance and said, “Ready?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll go slow. I know it’s been awhile” Y/n nodded again and Bucky slid in slowly. Y/n gasped her eyes widening. He waited until she adjusted to his size before she gave him signal that she was ready. Bucky slid inside her until he was fully in and began to move his hips, slow and sensual. Y/n spread her legs wider giving him more room and kissed him. Her hands roamed his back and hair biting his lower lip. His thrusts became hard making her moan his name over and over again, turning him on even more, Bucky bit and sucked her neck giving her lovebites and he smirked at this. Stark wasn’t going to flirt with her now. The sound of skin slapping and their groans filled the room until Y/n met her end and it wasn’t long before Bucky moaned her name into her shoulder as he spilled his seed inside her.

Bucky pressed his forehead against hers and tried to catch up on their breath. “I love you, my sparrow” he panted. Y/n smiled her eyes closed lost in her happiness, “And I love you”

#bucky barnes x reader #winter solider x reader

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Exploding Head Syndrome: A MCU Post-IW Fanfic | Ch. 3

(READ IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER.)

"I can promise you, it's no mistake — the Guardians and those who were behind on Titan, they will be arriving on Earth sooner than later," T'Challa later tells him, over the translucent feed glowing from the center island of his work space, and Tony's eyes flutter closed with overwhelming relief. Watching transfixed as the people he cared about reappeared in his life, sprouting like seeds after one hell of a metaphorical volcanic eruption? It was almost too much. He'd lived with the deaths of billions for far too long, and though the world is alight with celebration and confusion and everything in-between, the feeling hadn't settled between Tony's ribs until Sam Wilson walked his way into the room with a lopsided grin, or when doors parted and Wanda's furrowed brow and uncertain expression graced the halls of the headquarters. People were alive again, and all it cost Tony personally was a broken arm and leg and ribs and — okay, the healing process wasn't the best, but Wakanda sure did make it easier. Everyone had hoped the snap would be set straight the moment that purple bastard's blood bleached the ground, but not so — no, it took another month just to figure out how to reverse it, none of which would have been possible if not for Captain Marvel. She'd come and gone like an angel, and if Tony were a man toeing the line for an early grave, he'd offer a smooch of gratitude. Italian-style. He's got at least 10 or 20% in his bloodline somewhere. She'd taken the Power Stone and vanished into the stratosphere (too literally) with it. That leaves five stones that needed to be displaced securely. Thor would see to the Reality Stone. The Guardians wanted to return the Soul Stone. And of course Strange had a raging boner for the Time Stone. The Space Stone... The Mind Stone... who knows. Still working on it.

But Tony couldn't care less about those shiny bits of misery; he's given up enough of his time the last two fucking years (and then some) in a cold sweat about stones that he'd lob into the sun if he could. No, he wants to see Peter. That's the last piece, the thing that he tosses and turns over, the one good thing that came out of Germany that day — meeting this kid, but also damning him by proxy, and fuck if he didn't want to fix that. Once Peter is back home with his ridiculously attractive aunt, goofing off and building weird robots with his pal Fred, stammering about some girl that looked at him funny while he helps Tony in the lab... that's gonna be the real endgame. That's when it all actually ends and he can close his eyes and actually rest.

"I'm eager to finally meet this kid without a mask, after all proud parent talk," Steve says from the couch in the break room. He hadn't been able to stand for very long anymore after what Thanos had done to his knee a month back, but Tony's at least helped hook him up with a prototype brace he'd started way back when for Rhodey. It whirs a little when he straightens his leg out. Despite the new scars that grace them — one on the arm here, another on the forehead here, the imprint of a stab wound— Wait a goddamn minute. He glowers at Steve. "It's not 'proud parent talk'." "If it quacks like a duck," Sam says as he walks by with a cereal bowl, like he's drifting along on conveyor belt that dispenses wise cracks. "Begone, Wilson, you wretched creature," is the apt reply, as Tony wags a hand for him to leave (he already has). "And he's a — good kid, so yeah, maybe I talked up a big game for him so he starts off on the right foot. Someone has to prep you so his awkward puberty-stricken self doesn't ruin his credibility right off the bat." Steve just shakes his head, smiling at the ground. He looks so much younger than he had even just a couple months ago. But maybe that's all of them. There's a light in their eyes, a feeling of victory they hadn't felt in over two years. We've won. Vision would think so, too. Him and his stupid sweater vests, and his terrible cooking, and his scarring everyone else by ignoring doors. ... He'd be proud of them. Tony's sure of it.

"Aaww, look at that... Proof that Tony Stark has a heart." And then, gone. Every night.

His heart is hammering in his chest when the Benatar touches down on the central landing pad, which is stupid and unprofessional; Tony Stark does not anxiously flutter around like a student worried about their test grades; he scores 101% every time. But now he's here, and his palms are sweating, and Pepper is telling him it's gonna be okay — "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good." — and to relax before he sprouts a couple more gray hairs to add to the others — "I don't wanna go, please, sir, I don't wanna go...!" — and Rhodey grips his shoulder, tight enough to hurt. He blinks. "Hey," is all his friend says, but it grounds him. Tony nods. I'm alright. There are few people in the facility that are aware of the post, or traumatic, or stress. Pepper and Rhodey and Happy are his key confidants when he detaches from all common sense and loses himself to places like Kunar, or the emptiness of space, or — or places like Titan. It's gotten better, but only before it's gotten much worse, and the months that followed the dusting of half the universe he was hardly capable of handling standing on his own two feet, let alone moving to solve anything. "Hey, it's all good," he'd tell them at 3 a.m. in the lab, "I took a Xanax." Beside him, Rocket and Groot stand transfixed, and Tony can only imagine how much more wrecked Rocket is about all of this — it's been two years since he's seen his family alive. He honestly wasn't sure if they were going to be able to pull him away from the tree-kid when he'd been flown back in, and though the raccoon will never hearken back to that moment he'd cried into Groot's chest, it'll at least be a reminder that good things come to those who wait. And drink excessively.

The doors of the Benatar open to a field littered with curious Avengers and workers, and the first to step out is Drax and Mantis — well, more like rush out, and Groot and Rocket are running to meet them with outstretched arms, as you'd expect from sweet reunions; and yeah, Tony's glad, Tony's grinning. More good news playing out right in front of him, fruits of their overworked, overwrought labor. From where they all stand, they can crane their heads to the side and listen for Rocket's wobbly, teary berating: "You freaking morons! How dare you guys just go off and get yourselves killed — this is what happens when you're not being babysat by yours truly, you bastards, you — " Quill emerges from the shadows of the craft's interior soon after, a sad smile gracing his lips as he drops a hand on Groot's jagged scalp. Not quite a whole family. Tony can see that in the weary lines of Quill's face. And he hasn't forgotten the desperation he himself felt, knowing that the Star-Lord had been one step away from exploding on Thanos back on Titan... knowing there was no way to turn the tide in their favor, once the floodgates were smashed into chalky bits. Quill turns, locks eyes with Tony, and... something shifts in his expression. Something drops. Worse — Something is wrong. The thought occurs to Tony, the moment he realizes that nobody should've been leaping out of that ship before Peter Parker. That kid had a hell of a time on Titan, yes — that'd be an understatement. But he's Pete, the teenager who can't seem to sit still for five minutes, the plucky one with a five-mile long list of shower thoughts and embarrassing factoids, the pain in the ass who doesn't do a single thing he's told, because he's going through a super-teen rebellion phase. Tony's worked too closely with him the years before Thanos; he knows him too well; he'd be out here already like a lightning bolt, smiling like nothing's wrong and cashing in on a real hug for once (and Tony'd let him and pretend it was grudgingly, but everyone knows better)— (— nobody is listening, they just talk about their day and nobody is looking at this kid in this photograph: the kid with the curvy brown hair and pinching, smiling eyes and thin lips, he's only a kid, he's missing, does nobody see that? But Pepper just puts her hands up at the sides of her head and shrugs like he's out of his mind, and she's talking about being behind schedule —) He dreamed this, like he dreams everything. Quill steps toward Tony and away from the Guardians as they stand on the ship's ramp, one hand out, placating, brow furrowed. "Stark, man, I'm sorry; we didn't want to tell you over some shitty line, but there's something..." His voice tapers off as Strange and Peter walk out from the darkness. Peter isn't smiling, he isn't frowning, he isn't anything. He's just looking at Tony — through Tony — and the scarred hand on his shoulder is doing all the leading. What do they mean? Something's what? He's whole and healthy, isn't he? There's not a scratch on Parker's head, not like the scars the Avengers have collected the last couple of months. He's fine, he's safe— (No. No no no, look at him, why - why are you not looking at him?" Tony asks, curled fingers pecking over the shirt on his chest, right where his blue heart used to be, and he's so fucking angry that Happy said it Pepper said it Steve said it Everyone says it, the same thing, different voices: "It's a black box, Tony. It's just a black box. The picture's not developed. Something got screwed up, sorry.) "Tony, something went wrong," Strange starts, in rhythm with the pounding of Tony's heart. "He didn't come back with the rest of us." If he doesn't breathe right now, he won't stay upright for long. Peter's eyes are looking right through him, and his arms dangle at his sides, which doesn't make any sense, because that kid could never keep his arms still for five goddamn seconds— ("Could you not move while I adjust these? Lord, do you want to plummet to your doom because they jam?" "Oh, oop, sorry, Mr. Stark!") Morgan whines uncomfortably in Pepper's arms, tired of standing in the heat. "Mama, m'tired." Steve hobbles forward, and he's saying something, but Tony can't hear it anymore. Peter was the endgame. Tony's having a hard time remembering how he crossed the distance from the grassy knoll to Peter, and he can't really recollect how his hands ended up on either side of the kid's face, looking for any sign that things are actually messed up — but before he knows it, he's gripping the kid's shoulders just as tightly as Rhodey had gripped his own, his hands trembling. "Pete, kid, c'mon. Say something. If you don't say something I'm gonna seriously lose it here. Don't fucking do this." A pair of headphones rattle around Pete's neck. Tony's shaking him. Maybe he'll come to, like a half-drowned puppy you pull out of the gutter. Then just as suddenly he's not shaking him, because Quill is prying his hands back from the kid protectively, and Strange's palm is pushing Tony's shoulder to put some distance between him and the boy. Everyone knows Peter is a special case, for him. A special mission set aside to complete. He promised May. He promised Peter. He held him while he disintegrated. He washed him down a sink and apologized in multitudes. Someone seethes, "What do you mean, he didn't come back? What do you mean?" and he recognizes it belatedly as his own. "Tony, look at me," Strange orders, and usually Tony would tell someone like the good doctor to shove his orders up his own ass, but for once he listens. Quill and Strange stand like guards posted at a gate, safeguarding the unresponsive boy, and Tony's senses come back to him like eardrums popping on an airplane. Strange continues in that agonizingly calm way, "You're having a panic attack. You're no good to the kid like this." He takes a step back, eyes burning, tongue heavy in his mouth. Usually, he has a funny quip he can sling to defend himself, or some jagged-edged retort that's bitter enough to cut through just about anything. But he has nothing to offer, right now. He just stares blankly, remembers how to breathe again, and turns his head away. Focus. Focus. Okayokayokay, you're a billionaire genius with a complex full of smart-asses, you've got magical glowy rocks, you've got Wakanda on speed dial. "What happened?" Answers, he needs answers. "He is not in there," Mantis meekly replies. It's not the answer he's looking for. "Judging from what we've gathered," Strange clarifies, "His body has likely somehow resurrected — without his mind." "What does that mean, exactly?" Happy asks, voice edged with frustration, with disbelief (when did he get there? when did he end up standing beside Pete with his hand hovering so helplessly?). "How does that happen?" ("I don't feel so good.") "Get him in the medical wing. Now," Tony orders, cutting through the quiet. He is more than ready to bury the coiling, ugly panic brewing under the surface now, turning to Bruce — who stands sheepishly to the side, concern and sympathy casting shadows on his face. He's told him plenty of stories, told him how excited Peter was to ever get the chance to meet him. The kid loved Bruce Banner more than he loved the Hulk; Bruce was beyond happy to hear it, smiling down at his work. Thor's not here — he's not here yet. Pete wanted to meet Thor, too. He wanted to meet everyone, without the mask. And that 'everyone' is here now, looking at him with little else they can do (this isn't a battle, they can't fight this), and Tony grits his teeth and promises Peter one more thing: he's not gonna lose it right now, when he needs him the most. He turns and plants a firm hand on Pete's shoulder again, this time looking into his eyes and steeling himself for the way nobody looks back. He tells Bruce, "I'm gonna need your help again. If this little asshole thinks he can Casper out on us, he's got another fucking thing coming." He'll have to call a rain check on that whole concept of resting. Good to know his nightmares are as reliable as ever, though.

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #spiderson #steve rogers #peter quill #stephen strange #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #mcu #infinity war #mymcufanfic #ehsfanfic

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thisnerdblog · 7 years

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@thassalia asked for the Fanfic Meme:

1. Things that Inspire you?

Music, almost 100% music, art and other authors. Actually honestly nearly anything and everything is inspiring, the littlest thing can can produce an idea at the drop of a hat.

3. Name three favorite writers.

. @thassalia and @handypolymath , when you two get together you make magic, also super fantastic on your own. @ireallyhopethismakesuseven is fantastic and I love all her stuff ❤️

24. Favorite scene you’ve ever written?

From one of my first fics, the Avengers are hanging post battle waiting for the suits to give them the green light to leave. It’s snowing and cold and Hulk wraps one giant meaty hand around Nat’s shoulder keeping her warm. It’s terrible and silly and OOC but it was the first real thing I wrote since middle school and i have a soft spot for it. I suppose it wants me to post the scene here, but it’s more the entire damn fic, and I don’t need to bring that much attention to it 😬

46. Share a scene from a story you haven’t published yet?

I’ve been playing around with a Monster Hunter/ Steam Punk AU for the longest time, it’s something I would love to get off the ground.

Natasha Romanoff, leaned back in her chair, bringing the glass to her lips. The frothy head of the dark sweet beer tickled her lips as she took a long draw. The brew was thick and malty with a hint of honey, more of a meal than an actual drink. Setting the pint glass down she pulled the earthenware bowl of stew closer. The dark gravy was thick with barley and mutton. Peas, carrots, pearl onions, mushrooms, and cubes of potatoes hung suspended in the dark broth waiting her spoon. To the side was a loaf of soft soda bread studded with little raisins, soaked in butter.

To her left her partner sat hunched over his bowl, like a dog guarding a bone, shoveling spoonful after spoonful of stew into his mouth. Clint Barton was a stout man, broad shouldered and thick armed. He wore his blonde hair close cropped, and his heavy brows permanently drawn together. But despite the man’s permanent outward scowl, he was was lighthearted and forever a child.

They sat at a well worn and pock marked table, pushed snugly into the corner farthest from the bar. Despite being in the lonely gray village of Starks Hollow little less than a month, they had quickly claimed the little table as their own. Not only was it located in a prime spot by the ever roaring fire (the cold seemed a permanent thing in Starks Hollow), but it also provided an unobstructed view of the entire establishment. Being in their line of work required establishing certain habits if you wanted to live. It was the particular reason She and her partner where holed up in this little god forsaken Hollow.

There was something in the hills that spooked farmers and fouled their crops and animals. It was Natasha and Clint’s job to find out what. Natasha was fairly certain it was a lone wolf and a whole heaping pile of superstition, but Commander Fury had been adamant they go out and perform a full investigation. So far the duo had come across nothing but old wives tales and school house ghost stories.

Clint was enjoying himself, he considered it his first official on the job vacation, and intended to use Fury’s purse to fund it. Most days found her partner sleeping in until noon, interviewing the prettiest girls the village had to offer, putting on impromptu trick shot shows, and drinking the tavern dry. He was having the time of his life.

Natasha on the other hand felt her talents were being wasted in such a tiny village as Starks Hollow. She much preferred the work that made a difference. Natasha had a very specific skill set, she could blend in anywhere and everywhere using her short stature and fine features to fool just about anyone. She could lull men and women both into her web of false security, letting her prey believe they had the advantage before she would strike. Or on some occasions, place the target just so for her partner to take out with an arrow or two to the back.

A frigid sweep of cool late afternoon air ushered a patron through the door, briefly illuminating the dark bar with the low orange light of the setting sun. The newcomer closed the door quickly and headed straight for the bar. Even with his head low, nose buried into a ragged scarf, she could tell she hadn’t met this fellow before. She had managed to interview just about every citizen of the Hollow, even those secluded farmers, but she didn’t recall this man.

He wasn’t particularly tall, though he did have a full head of dark curling hair that just touched the collar of his coat. He had a scraggly mess of a beard, flecked with hints of silver. Under the beard his cheeks were hallow, the bags under his eyes were dark smudges on pale skin. His coat looked to large and hung off thin shoulders. His clothes were frayed, patched, and travel worn.

She watched as he sat on a stool and flagged down the tavern keepers wife. Frigga was a grand and stately woman, beautiful silver and blond curls elegantly piled atop her head while thin bits of silver dripped from her ears. Her Husband, Odin owned the Raven’s Jig, but Frigga was the woman in charge keeping her husband, two sons and a whole slew of patrons in line. There was none that Frigga didn’t know.

She approached the newcomer and stared him down, from where Natasha sat she couldn’t read the new comers lips, but he must of said something to Frigga. The woman gasped, hand flying to her mouth, a pleased smile slowly crawled across her face. She reached out and gripped the mans thin wrist.

She said something threw her fingers Natasha couldn’t read, reaching out to tweak the whiskers at his chin. He ducked his head hiding his chin back into his scarf.

“Sit tight, Dear. Let me fetch you something warm to eat.” She patted the mans wrist and turned toward the kitchens.

The man slumped back into the stool, hunching his shoulders and wringing one of Friggas cloth napkins.

A fresh pint was sat down in front of she and Clint, frothy head spilling down the side of the glass. Odin and Frigga eldest son smiled down at Natasha as he gathered up the spent pint glasses. With long golden hair and matching beard, Thor was easily the best looking man for miles around. Wide shoulders and even wider grin, the man was as strong as an ox and kind to boot. If he wasn’t already so besotted with Miss Jane Foster the baker, Natasha was inclined to take a page out of Clint’s book.

She reached out and grabbed at his sleeve. Motioning toward the newcomer she asked who he was.

Thor scratched his beard, left hand easily holding all their discarded dishes.

“I’m unsure, though mother seems to know him.” Frigga had returned from the kitchen, heaping bowl of stew in one hand and an over flowing glass of golden cider in the other. She sat down the meal before him and started chatting. Thor threw Natasha a cheeky grin “want me to find out for you?”

“If you don’t mind.” Natasha ducked her own head, tugging at her red braid. Let him think she was interested in the guy, things usually went smoother that way.

Thor’s laugh was like a clap of thunder, his big hand patted her slim shoulder. “Consider it done!”

Clint nudged her elbow, coming up for air. He quirked a heavy brow reaching for his new glass. Natasha jerked her chin in the direction of the man at the bar.

“New guy.”

He nodded, humming. They both watched as Thor sauntered up to the bar, golden braids swinging. He passed off his load of dishes to his dark haired younger brother, who scowled sourly. He swung his tree trunk like arm around his Mother kissing her temple. Frigga laughed, and swatted at her Son. She gestured to the Other man, than back to her Son. Thor stared at the other man, smile slipping and brows pulling together in thought. He studied the man for a moment more, before another exited and slightly disbelieving laugh and grabbing the the man and pulling him into as much an embrace as he could with the bar in the way.

The other man laughed a bit nervously, patting Thor awkwardly on his massive shoulder. Pulling backed Thor set about pelting the dark haired man with a rapid string of questions, which he answered, fingers fiddling with his spoon. The questions would have gone on all night if Frigga hadn’t shooed her Son off.

Thor went about some of his duties, though a giddy energy kept his usual swagger tight. Thor was not a subtle man. He returned to the table, pulling out a chair and settling down with his own pint. He looked like a school girl ready to share a bit of juicy gossip.

He jerked his whiskered chin over his shoulder. “That is Bruce Banner.” He said the name as if of course they should know who that was and be just as excited as he. Clint and Natasha flicked a quick sideways glance at each other.

“ I grew up with him, well we weren’t really close. He and Stark were inseparable, though. I wouldn’t doubt to see Stark storming through those doors in the next few minutes. Close as brothers he and Banner.” His younger brother, Loki passed their table with a disgusted snort. “Well most brothers.” His grin only widened.

“ His Father was Brian Banner and his Mother was Rebecca. I remember her, sweetest lady you would have ever met. Used to keeps sweets in her apron pockets.” He laughed brightly again “ Loki got the lot of us believing she was a Swan Maiden and Mr. Banner was hiding her skin. Stark, Banner, Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, Sif, Jane, and Pepper, all of us searched those hills high and low for hours. Ohh our clothes got so muddy, we all would have gotten a turn with the paddle if Mrs. Banner hadn’t found us first. “ he took a swig “ cleaned us up and stuffed us with bread and molasses. We told her the whole story, cried that we didn’t want her to stay captured, but that we didn’t want her to leave. She laughed and sang to us, her voice was like silver bells. She told us the even if she was a Swan Maiden she would never leave.” Suddenly Thor’s smile dimmed “She died a few short years later.” He played with the edge of his glass.

“What happens to her?” Clint asked around a mouthful of buttery soda bread.

“Mauled, by some wild beast. No one knows why she was out on the moors so late. But they found her the next morning along the side of the road with her throat ripped and her entire chest pulled apart. Gutted like a fish, not an organ in sight. Most believe she was the first human victim of the Hound.” Here Thor dropped his voice a bit.

Natasha nodded her head, she knew The Hound, it was the reason why she and Clint where stuck here. Supposedly there was a great black Hound, with eyes as red as hell, claws as long as pitchforks, and a howl that froze you to the spot. It was said he slept under the hills until the moon was full, then he would gallop across the moors dragging death in his wake.

Pure poppy-cock in Natasha’s opinion. There is no such creature in any guide book or grimoire she was aware off. At best it was a sick wolf, at worst some faery hound, but nothing she and Clint couldn’t handle.

“Any way, she died, Bruce didn’t take it well. Started quarreling with Brian Banner. It got so bad that one day Bruce had just up and left. We don’t know if Old Brian gave him the boot or Bruce left on his own. But he has been gone now a good fifteen years.”

“Brian Banner, that’s the name of the fellow who went missing?” Natasha leaned forward.

“Aye, he did. Hound came back for him, some think.”

“You don’t sound to sorry about Mr. Banner?”

Thor blushed lightly and look a mite ashamed. “ Ah, well he was” he scratched at his beard, thinking hard. Natasha knew these types, superstition ran deep in their blood. Best not say anything ill toward the dead, else they will rise from their graves and haunt you.

“He was particular.” Thor nodded sagely, proud of his diplomatic descriptor.

So Brian Banner was an unpopular ass hole.

“Was he always particular?” Asked Clint.

Thor nodded and drained the rest of his pint. “Ever since I could remember. Old Brian didn’t much care for children, he would run us off the moment he stepped in from his fields. Makes you wonder just why he would have a child in the first place.”

Clint nodded as well, draining his own glass. Then for the second time the inn door pitched open wide bringing in with it the chill of the night. Thor chuckled and rose from his seat.

“I told you.” He gathered up the rest of their glasses and bowls and headed for the kitchen, back to work.

Tony Stark entered the inn with an extravagant flourish of his long cherry red coat. He made a show of placing his fists on his hips and scanning the crowded tables and bar before landing on Bruce Banner.

“Odin, old man, since when do you serve mangy old dogs!” Odin rolled his one good eye and chewed on his pipe stem. Banner turned in his seat, a small grin painted his lips, dimming the shadows of his face and bringing back a little bit of boyish charm.

Stark gave a whoop and charged Banner, knocking his silk hat from his head as he crashed into the other man, pulling him tight into a brotherly bear hug.

Yo, if anyone want to talk Avengers Monster Hunter/Steam Punk AU, I need all the workshopping I can get!

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