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nostalgicatsea · 2 years

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Body Talk

Sometimes Steve thought he and Tony were better at communicating through action than through words, more truthful. Whatever message that could get lost in transit, they could ensure its safe passage with one gesture, one touch, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Slamming the arc reactor into Steve's hand in answer to his letter.

Holding Tony by the crook of his arm to ask him to stay, to listen.

Shaking each other's hands, knitting back together again.

This is a very belated @marveltrumpshate gift for @acachette, who is one of the kindest people I've had the fortune of meeting in this fandom and who gave me a whole slew of fantastic prompts, all of which I wanted to write and some of which made their way into this story (pining Steve! Casual intimacy! Communication without a word!). Thank you for bidding on me and donating to a great cause, and thank you so much for your patience.

This took longer than expected because of everything that's been going on since 2020 and because I'm still sad enough about Endgame that it's hard for me to write Endgame fics even though I want to. I tried to work on this fic, then on another idea that was a lot of fun before I realized I had no idea how to write the whole thing, and then this one again for the past few years. Wash and repeat until yesterday when I was finally able to make a breakthrough! It took a long time to write it, but I think I’m happy with how it ended up.

Read on AO3 or Dreamwidth (2,499 words).

#stevetony #superhusbands #stony #my fics #marvel trumps hate #mth 2019 #natasha&steve #acachette #cachette

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juuls · 1 year

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Stark’s Moving Castle

Although I already finished my fill for @ishipallthings for @marveltrumpshate, I agreed to do another fill for them and their friend @lomku under MTH. A podfic!

The podfic of Stark’s Moving Castle is, of course, based on the fic of the same name, which is truly excellent and has some fantastic art attached to it! If you like sorcerer!Tony and small!Steve, you’ve come to the right fic!

Fic: Stark’s Moving Castle

Author and artist: @lomku /lomku

Podfic: [Podfic] Stark’s Moving Castle

Narrator: @juuls /Juulna

Rating: Teen

Words: 61,920

Chapters: 17

Relationship: Stony

Summary: Steve has the great misfortune of being the eldest son of the family, destined to fail miserably should he ever leave home to seek his fate. But when he unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Steve finds himself under a horrid spell that transforms him into a small and fragile man. His only chance at breaking the curse lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Stark's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Steve must handle the heartless Stark, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, he discovers that there's far more to Stark--and himself--than first meets the eye.

#marvel trumps hate #mth 2019 #marvel #mcu #howl’s moving castle #au #sorceror tony #small steve #stony #fanfiction #podfic #gift

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einsteinsugly · 1 year

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Old Lady Donna Pinciotti-Forman, circa 2023. Objects in White.

-Has been married to Eric for a million years (at least, it feels like it).

-She still buys his underwear, because he purposely buys it too tight.

-She's too invested in local and national politics to consider stepping down from her position as co-editor for the Chicago Sun-Times. Not yet, even though Eric won't get off her case about it.

-Eric drags her to every Marvel and Star Wars movie on a regular basis (since there are so many of them).

-She still hates Trump. His combover is less convincing than the one her father tried to concoct when she was a kid.

-Trump has her blocked on Twitter (shepersistedd), and she's super proud of that.

-Elizabeth Warren used to be her favorite politician, but ever since she threw Bernie under the bus, by claiming that he was sexist? Fuck her.

-She has a Gmail, a Spotify account, and Jackie made her get a Facebook and a Twitter.

-There's something special about flipping pages of a book, and putting a pen to paper.

-The book is almost always better than the movie, Little Women (2019) included. The 1994 version will always be her favorite, though.

-As a grandma (Mina) of four, Merida is her favorite Disney princess. Followed by Mulan.

-She was particularly upset when she found out Christine McVie died.

-She still wants to travel, but in a few years. And not on a freaking sailboat, like Eric wants.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #donna pinciotti #eric and donna #eric forman #jackie burkhart #my moodboards

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stony-ao3-feed · 2 years

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We Drift Inside Each Other (All We Need is One Another)

Read it on AO3

by newtypeshadow

J-tech engineer Tony Stark dreams of piloting the Jaegers he builds to defend Earth from invading Kaiju. When decorated Ranger Steve Rogers moves into the L.A. Shatterdome and they prove to be Drift Compatible, Tony finally has a chance to live his dream—and starts falling in love.

Then a ghost from Steve's past arrives and ruins everything.

Tony's self-destructive heart only makes it worse: he's falling for them both.

Words: 917, Chapters: 1/42, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Agent Carter (TV), Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Nick Fury, Rose Roberts, Bruce Banner, Shuri (Marvel), Erik Killmonger, T'Challa (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Maya Hansen, Helen Cho (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Marvel Trumps Hate 2019, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Temporary Character Death, Getting Together, Polyamory, Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Jaegers (Pacific Rim), Jaeger Pilots, The Drift (Pacific Rim), Drift Compatibility (Pacific Rim), Sparring, Banter, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Team as Family, Pining, Mutual Pining, Requited Unrequited Love, Oblivious Tony Stark, Happy Ending

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-janefoster · 2 years

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We Drift Inside Each Other (All We Need is One Another)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NBGjuXQ

by newtypeshadow

Then a ghost from Steve's past arrives and ruins everything.

Tony's self-destructive heart only makes it worse: he's falling for them both.

Words: 917, Chapters: 1/42, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Agent Carter (TV), Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NBGjuXQ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ao3feed-stony · 2 years

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We Drift Inside Each Other (All We Need is One Another)

by newtypeshadow

Then a ghost from Steve's past arrives and ruins everything.

Tony's self-destructive heart only makes it worse: he's falling for them both.

Words: 917, Chapters: 1/42, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Agent Carter (TV), Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41233896

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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ao3feed-thor · 2 years

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VID: Light It Up

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dzFSwtZ

by mithborien

"Yeah, it's called the Revengers."

A Thor: Ragnarok fanvid.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Hulk (Marvel)

Relationships: Bruce Banner & Brunnhilde | Valkyrie & Loki & Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie & Hulk & Loki & Thor (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie & Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner & Thor, Hulk & Thor

Additional Tags: Fanvids, Found Family, reluctant found family, Marvel Trumps Hate 2019

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dzFSwtZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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nixie-deangel · 3 years

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For @nachodiablo, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This is the sixth, and finale aesthetic I’ve made for Nacho for MTH 2019!

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes - Star Wars AU.

Also on Ao3.

It’s the quiet that makes Sam draw up short, when he slides into the shadows and darkness of the hanger. Settling into lean against the durasteel wall, he presses his hand more firmly against his side — where his Commander’s blaster shot had skimmed him — and lets himself settle. Waiting, watching, to ensure none of his troopers had followed after him.

He goes to take a break, but finds a sob catching in his throat when the force — normally a soft, soothing lullaby of light and love and peace — twists with screams of agony and fear and pain.

His men had turned on him.

Which meant, his brothers and sisters, his family's men had turned on them as well.

Oh, he thinks, his eyes welling up with tears, that’s what he was feeling.

Their deaths.

Oh.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he presses his palm against the burning of his wound, and gives himself just a moment longer to feel the anguish and loss, before taking a breath and centering himself to release his feelings into the force.

There would be time later to properly mourn their passing, the loss of his people — of his entire culture's loss — but that time would come later. Once he was off Coruscant. When he was far away from the inner core, and this, this new Empire.

“Sam?”

Startling violently, Sam let out a hiss as he pulled at his wound, but didn’t let that stop him as he called his lightsaber to his free hand, igniting it as he moved into a defensive stance. It was only then, that he took in who was standing before him, staring like he didn’t understand what was happening.

It’s Bucky. He’s safe. He hasn’t been found by anyone he didn’t want.

“Sam?” Bucky calls, strangled and high pitch as his eyes adjust to the darkness and he sees the state the other is in. “ E chu ta !” He spits out, anger and worry twisting his face into a deep frown as he rushes forward. Gently, he presses his hand over Sam’s and lets out a low growl of anger. “Kriff, Sam, what happened to you?” he asks, as he moves his other hand up, to curl around the side of Sam’s neck, thumb pressing gently against the pulse point.

As if he needed to feel, to know, Sam's heart was still beating. Still thrumming with life.

“My, my men,” he murmurs out, words catching around the hard lump suddenly in his throat but cuts himself off. The words seemingly too much to speak into existence, even after living through what had happened. Instead, he swallows thickly, he tries to continue on haltingly. “I need to. I. I need to,” Sam cuts himself off with a low moan of pain, as he squeezes his eyes shut. He takes a moment, as long as he dares, before adding on, “Need, need to get off planet.”

Opening his eyes, he peers, pleads really, at Bucky, before quietly asking, “Will you help me?”.

Bucky stares, almost dumbfounded, before answering hoarsely, “Or course. Of course, Sam,” his tone laced with durasteel. “You don’t even need to ask. You know that.”

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blue-scribbl3s · 3 years

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Please ask before using my scribbles and do not repost.

Finally finished the last commission for MTH 2019, my lovely bidder had the patience of an angel waiting for me to fumble my way through this but it's finally done.

#mth #marvel trumps hate #mth 2019 #marvel trumps hate 2019 #commission #marvel #mcu #fanart #art #drawing #scribble #steve rogers #captain america #pre serum steve

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effervescentdragon · 3 years

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Celestial Rhymes Burning, a Captain America fanfic for MTH 2019

Here is my submission for @marveltrumpshate 2019. Go check them out - they’re absolutely amazing, and a joy and light in the dark.

Celestial Rhymes Burning by akirakurosawa aka moi :)

“In 1945, on a train in Austrian Alps, it's not James Barnes that falls to his presumed death. Steve Rogers does. The show, however must go on. Bucky takes up the shield, and the title, but still crashes the Valkyrie and ends up frozen in the ice for 70 years.

In 2014, on a highway in DC, Winter Soldier asks: "Who the hell is Steve?" and the collar that his handlers use to control him starts burning his skin. Bucky Barnes is having the best and the worst weeks of his life simultaneously.

(OR: When put under extreme pressure, Bucky Barnes' mind bends. Steve Rogers', though; Steve Rogers' mind breaks. Some say a clean break is preferable to the alternative. Is it, though?)”

I’m extremely happy to finally publish the first of three planned chapters of my first ever OTP Stucky fanfic. My amazing, all around stunning and insightful bidder @zepysgirl was extremely patient with my disaster self, gave me direction, debated merits of Asgardian Magic and hurt/comfort ratio tirelessly, and I just really hope you like this :) <3

@gwhells i love you like rlb, and that ain’t ever gon’ change.

Any comments are more than welcome, they make my heart want to beat in these trying, stupid, awful times. Let me know what you think :)

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eurydia · 4 years

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this is my illustration for @sofreakinmanyfandoms as part of @marveltrumpshate. it’s for her fanfic, “No Conditions, No Reservations” on Ao3. you can read it here: [link]

thank you so much for bidding on me!

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[short hair ver.] / [detail]

#mth2019 #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #mcu #bucky #marvel trumps hate #marvel trumps hate 2019 #couldn't decide which hair so I did both lol #I was listening to Lana while drawing this!#aesthetic <3 #national anthem and brooklyn baby c;

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musicalluna · 4 years

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touchy feely

This is a way overdue Marvel Trumps Hate fic for 2019! I hope I did justice to your request, @seleneaurora. SORRY IT TOOK 12 YEARS

Thank you to @onemuseleft for betaing!!

“You’re picturing Tony in that outfit, aren’t you?” Clint sounds smug.

Heat curls up Steve’s neck and into his ears. “Yes,” he admits, strangled. He and the rest of the Avengers—minus Tony—are in the front row at the 2014 Stark Expo welcome event in a specially roped off area just for them.

Natasha smirks. “Oh, he has his own Ironette costume, take my word for it. Play your cards right, Cap.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” Bruce says from Steve’s left. Steve has no response because he’s pretty sure his brain is dribbling out of his ears.

Tony had invited them to the Stark Expo under the guise of all of them needing a vacation, but he’s been working night and day for months to prepare for the Expo and Steve knows he’s proud of what’s being presented. A few years ago they'd have all assumed—except maybe Natasha—that Tony genuinely didn't care what they think about his work, but these days they know better.

So they're here with him in Boston to show their support.

On stage, the Ironettes swivel their hips as one and Steve pictures Tony doing the same in those tiny, shiny shorts. His ears go blisteringly hot.

His crush is getting seriously out of control.

Finish on Ao3 or

When Tony's welcome ends, they make their way through the crowd to the back of house to meet up with him for dinner. Tony's brief speech had been electrifying and the audience fills the arena with an infectious buzz as they trickle out to join the opening night party.

“You know, I got pretty good at this flashy stuff during the USO tours, but I was never anything like Tony.”

“You find him dazzling, we know,” Thor says, with only a hint of exasperation. Steve's only a little embarrassed. Tony's incredible. He's not ashamed to let people know he thinks so. Even if his friends are maybe a little sick of hearing it.

The security guard at the curtain checks each of their IDs carefully before allowing them back.

Behind the curtain, it's like seeing Fury at the grocery store. All the polish and glamour is replaced with severe practical scaffolding and wires everywhere you look. Strange and not meant to be seen.

Bruce's shoulders relax a little now they're out of the crush of the massive crowd.

Steve spots Tony on the far side of the stage by a stack of black equipment cases. There's a man with sandy blond hair holding Tony by the neck with both hands as he kisses his cheeks and that seems normal enough until Tony plants his hands on the other man's chest and shoves him backward. Tony's face is twisted with anger.

“SECURITY!” he shouts and Steve breaks into a run.

He flies across the space, but security gets to the blond before he can, so he redirects and skids to a stop in front of Tony instead. He reaches out, then stops before actually touching Tony. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Tony says breezily, letting his elbow press into Steve's open hand. “I'm good. I just hate that guy.” With permission to touch, Steve isn't shy about checking to make sure Tony's really okay. His neck is a little red. Apparently, the other man had a good grip on him. Steve huffs, aggravated.

“Have a good time tonight, Anthony!” the blond calls in a nasally voice as Tony's security drag him out of the room. Steve glares after him.

“Goodbye, Justin! See you never!” Tony retorts.

“What the hell was he doing here?” Natasha demands as she and the others catch up.

Tony sighs. “Being a pain in my ass.”

“You know him too?” Steve says.

“We've met.” Natasha's mouth pulls into a wry line.

“Kinda grabby, huh?” Clint says.

“Yeah,” Tony agrees, rubbing his jaw. “Not usually a kisser, but it's been awhile.” He gives a full body shudder and shakes himself. “God, that guy. Can't believe he got in here. Anyway.” He swipes his hands downward. “Time for dinner, right?”

“Aye,” Thor says, “now we feast!”

Steve takes the lead, keeping an eye out for anyone headed their direction and Tony falls back to walk with Natasha, the two of them talking in low voices.

“Wasn't he in jail?” Tony's muttering, annoyance thick in his voice. He goes with it easily when Natasha gently pushes his chin to the side, peering at his neck. “I feel like I need a shower.”

“He was. Released for good behavior.”

“Good be—you're shitting me.”

“I wish I was.”

“Unbelievable.”

They're ushered through a back hallway in the building and step out into the cool Los Angeles evening air to find their limo and Happy waiting for them.

“Hi, Boss,” Happy greets, cheerfully. “Everybody.”

“Hi, Happy,” they reply in a disjointed chorus. They pile into the limo. Steve's mildly embarrassed by the way everyone leaves him a space next to Tony, but he's also grateful. He loves being in Tony's orbit.

“Your presentation was great, Tony. You're something else on stage.”

Tony smiles at him and then tips his head to the side, letting his cheek rest on Steve's shoulder. Warmth flushes through Steve's belly. “Thanks, Steve. Glad you think so.”

“I don't know how you do it.”

Tony huffs a laugh. “Practice. Lots and lots of practice. I used to be able to do stuff like that wasted, too.” He trails off thoughtfully.

Steve turns his head, trying to inhale the warm, metallic scent of Tony without being obvious about it, but he catches Bruce's eyes over Tony's head and feels his face go hot. He doesn’t have long to be embarrassed though. They’re only crossing a street to get to their hotel across from the convention center and they’ve already arrived.

Everyone piles back out of the limo and then into the garage elevator. Their dinner reservation is at a restaurant on one of the upper floors.

Tony starts to act strange not long after they’re escorted to the rooftop patio. Steve makes a joke, something dumb about LA versus New York, and Tony giggles like Steve's said something actually funny. He leans into Steve's shoulder, the way he used to when he still got drunk regularly. Steve has mixed feelings about it. He doesn’t like it when Tony drinks, but he misses how physically affectionate Tony had been when he drank.

“Tony, have you had a drink?” Steve asks.

Tony pulls his head back, frowning, and his hand comes off of Steve’s arm. “No,” he says sharply. “I’m sober.”

“Okay,” Steve says. He believes him. “You’re handsy tonight, that’s all.”

Slower than usual, Tony blinks. “Am I?” He looks down at his hands, then draws back further, the anger on his face turning to worry. “Is it bothering you?”

Steve catches his arm before he can back away too far. “No. Tony, it’s fine. Just something I noticed that’s all.” He glances down at his hand on Tony’s arm. The warmth of Tony’s skin feels… His hand flexes.

Tony looks up at him, his eyes seeming bigger than usual, gleaming in the patio lights. His eyelashes are so beautiful.

Tony shifts, and it’s like Steve can feel it through his whole body, even though they’re only touching at the one spot.

“Hey, you guys gonna dish up or what?” Clint says, waggling a silver kettle with a narrow spout. Tony raises an eyebrow at Clint, making no move to take it, so Steve does.

Clint is apparently the most familiar with how to eat this food, so Steve watches him to see what's next. Clint has another kettle and he's pouring a golden yellow liquid into a glass bottle Thor is holding out. It has a long narrow neck and a wide, round base that makes Steve think of the volumetric beakers in Bruce's lab. There's one in front of each of their plates. Natasha, on his right, holds out hers first, so Steve fills it, careful to touch the spout to the tiny opening of the bottle. He fills it to the top, same as Clint's doing, feeling Nat's hand on his lower back. Everyone's a little handsy tonight, apparently. He moves to fill Tony's next and Clint catches hold of the kettle, pushing it back.

“Not for him. You want tea or coffee, Tony?”

“Coffee.”

“Why'd I ask?” Clint says with a grin and raises his hand, pointing at Tony's place. “Can we get a coffee for this guy?”

The waiter nods and whisks away the little glass bottle, disappearing back inside.

Steve pauses, realizing the drink must be alcoholic. He glances around the table. “Hey, this is okay with you, Tony?”

“Huh? Oh, sure. This stuff isn't really my thing. Too sweet. Go on. Enjoy.”

Reassured that they're not making things unnecessarily difficult on Tony, Steve pours some for himself.

The waiter returns with Tony’s coffee and a companion, who carries a massive round silver tray covered in piles of bright colored food. Behind him is another guy with six plates carefully balanced on both arms. Those have rolls of something thin and brown. Up close, it kind of reminds Steve of a crepe.

The big platter is set down in the middle of the table and Clint and Tony immediately dive in, tearing off chunks of the thin brown sheets and pinching a bit of whatever’s closest to pop in their mouths.

Tony groans and it feels like Steve’s hair stands on end. “That’s good. It’s been years, oh my god.”

Clint reaches across the table to feed his second bite to Natasha.

Steve wants to do that, to feed something into Tony's mouth, and he flushes hot at the thought. Instead, he digs in, copying Clint and Tony and pinching some of the food between a scrap of the brown sheet from his own plate and popping the whole thing in his mouth. The flavor is intense, completely taking over his tongue, followed by the tangy flavor of the pancake-like stuff. It's unlike anything Steve's ever eaten, despite some of the familiar flavors.

Tony presses his knee into Steve's thigh, leaning close. He's smiling. “What do you think?”

“It's—wow. Intense. Good.”

Tony grins, eyes crinkling. “It is, isn't it?”

“You've had it before?”

“Years ago. We were doing a business deal in Ethiopia. Clint's obviously had more experience,” he says, raising his voice to carry across the table.

Clint swallows a mouthful and shrugs. “I lived in Ethiopia for like, two years.”

“I'm pretty sure that's still classified,” Nat says mildly.

“Everyone at this table is classified,” Clint points out.

“Hear hear,” Tony says, lifting his glass and everyone laughs, but they all lift their glasses too.

After swallowing some of the sweet yellow drink, Steve says, “You know, someday it'd be nice to go somewhere just to, y'know. Go. Instead of going for a fight.”

“You don't even go to the grocery store without going for a fight,” Nat drawls and Steve rolls his eyes at her.

Clint hoots. “'I'll pick up a couple brawls on my way home, maybe a tussle.'”

Thor grins. “Our Steve is always ready.”

“Har har,” Steve says dryly.

Tony nudges Steve's elbow. “I'll take you anywhere you want to go, you know that, don't you, Cap? Seriously. Anywhere. You name the place, you name the time.” Tony puts a hand on his thigh and Steve feels it all the way down to his toes, up into his scalp. The palm of Tony's hand is hot, radiating through Steve's pants, feeling like a small sun against his leg. Steve's tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth.

Tony licks his lips, sweat glittering at his hairline. He blinks and then his eyes pinch slightly at the corners. “I...feel strange.”

Steve frowns and turns in his seat to face Tony more fully. “You are flushed.” He cups a hand around Tony's shoulder and a juddering gasp slips from Tony's mouth, his eyes going even darker. He licks his lips again and Steve's stomach flutters.

“Sorry,” Tony mumbles, hand tightening a little around Steve's thigh, “'m touching you again.”

“I'm touching you, too,” Steve points out. Part of him recognizes that his hand has moved from Tony's shoulder to his neck and that that's...an awful lot closer than he usually gets, but he can't make himself let go.

“Yeah,” Tony murmurs, eyelids falling to half mast. “Feels good.” Then he shudders suddenly and, grimacing, scoots away from Steve on the bench.

It hurts, twisting in Steve's gut more powerfully than it should.

“Shit,” Tony says, stretching his face. “Shit, Steve, I think you're right.”

“Right about what?” Steve asks, his stomach falling unpleasantly when his hand disconnects from Tony's neck.

“I think I'm drunk. Well, not drunk—drugged. I think someone dosed me with something.”

Natasha presses up against Steve from behind to look around his shoulder and the ugly feeling in Steve's stomach recedes. “Dosed you with something?”

“I don't feel right,” Tony says again and the hand that's been burning steadily against Steve's thigh for the better part of the last few minutes pulls away. Tony groans, but Steve has a hard time focusing on that because his leg feels cold and aching in its wake. Tony puts his hand back and it's like dipping his leg into a Jacuzzi—hot and instantly soothing.

“Shit,” Tony says. “Yeah, definitely dosed me with something.”

Natasha pushes to her feet and moves behind Steve, one of her hands staying on his shoulder even as she cups Tony's chin, tilting his face upward. “What kind of something?”

Tony leans into her touch. “Feel kinda drunk. Kinda not. Touching feels really good. Hurts when I stop touching Steve.”

“Hurts, huh?” Nat says. Her mouth twists with displeasure. “Sounds like a disinhibitor with some kind of tactile response.”

“That sounds like spy for 'sex pollen'.”

Natasha shrugs one shoulder. “If you want to be a huge nerd about it.”

Tony sticks his tongue out at her.

“Maybe we should go back to the hotel,” Bruce says.

Nodding, Tony says, “Yeah. Let's do that. JARVIS can do a scan and see what's up.”

They gather their things and Steve takes care of the bill. Thankfully, they don't have far to go—they're staying just a few floors up. The staff is obviously confused by their early departure from their dinner, but they don't ask any questions. Natasha plasters herself to Tony's side as they trek up to his room. Steve feels like he did after the plane crash, cold and aching everywhere, but he grits his teeth and pushes through it.

Back in Tony's room, everyone spreads out. Thor makes himself at home on the settee in the lounge while Tony and Natasha move over to where Tony's luggage is sitting on a rack at the foot of his bed. Steve wants to follow them, but he crosses his arms tightly over his chest and mashes down the urge. Clint hops up on the desk where he can watch everyone and Bruce follows behind all of them, his eyes moving carefully around the room.

“JARVIS,” Tony says, “body scan.”

“Scanning, sir,” JARVIS acknowledges.

Steve puts his back to the wall, trying to keep himself still. Everyone is quiet while JARVIS runs the scan. After the light passes over Tony's body, he reaches out and puts his thumb against the keypad. A second later he draws back, sucking his thumb into his mouth.

“Scan complete,” JARVIS says. “Sir’s heart rate and respiration are slightly elevated. UV scan indicates areas with an unusual powder substance, mainly concentrated on the face and hands. Blood analysis shows elevated dopamine levels.”

“What if you stop touching?” Bruce asks.

Tony grimaces and Natasha's expression goes a little flatter, but they separate and JARVIS repeats the process while they huddle there unhappily.

“Your heart and respiration rates have accelerated significantly,” he reports. “Dopamine levels have plummeted.”

“Yeah, not feeling great,” Tony mutters. “Nat?”

Steve bites his cheek. He aches all over, the cold still clinging to his bones.

Natasha reaches out and takes Tony's hand and Tony sags, stepping toward her. She strokes his face. “That wasn't so bad.”

Tony laughs, but the sound is a little wet. Steve's stomach clenches and he sways forward before he gets himself back under control.

His lapse doesn't go unnoticed.

“Are you also affected?” Thor asks and every eye in the room turns toward Steve.

Steve flushes. “I'm fine.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow. “That's not what he asked.”

“Oh my god, of course you're not fine. You're the first one who touched me after Hammer grabbed me!”

“You think that's when it happened?” Nat says.

“JARVIS said there was a powder on my face and hands. I bet it got on me after he put his scummy face all over mine and then I rubbed it and voila.”

“I touched your face after that,” Natasha realizes aloud. “I think you're right.”

“I'm always right. Steve, get over here,” he says imperiously. “You've gotta feel like shit.”

“I...” Steve doesn't move, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes and, worse, the weight of the idea of touching Tony the way Natasha is now, her fingers stroking the hair at the back of his neck, and… His heart speeds up, juddering in his chest.

“Steve. Come on.” Tony holds out a hand and Steve stares at it.

“I don't...think that's a good idea,” he finally manages to get out.

“Why not?”

Steve looks at Nat, feeling panic crawl up the back of his neck. She regards him for a moment and then says, “Thor. You'll sit with him, won't you?”

“Of course, anything you require,” Thor says.

Tony's face folds slowly, hurt buckling his mouth.

Steve's gut twists painfully. “It's not like that—”

Tony shrugs one shoulder. “It's fine, it's whatever, I'm not gonna twist your arm.”

Thor puts a hand on the back of Steve's neck, cupping it, his thumb stroking the tendon in Steve's neck and the relief, the instant flood of it, nearly takes his legs out from under him.

“Don't do that,” he hears Natasha murmur and Steve looks up to see Tony with his head bowed, hands in his hair.

His voice is low, but Steve can still hear when he mutters, “He doesn't even want to get close to me when it hurts.”

“Of course I do!” Steve blurts and then goes stock still, mouth still open. Tony and Natasha's gazes turn toward him.

“Rude,” Tony mutters, but he just looks tired.

Steve can't stand that look on his face and the words just keep coming. “I can't—not, not when I'm like this, Tony. It takes all I've got to stop myself on a normal day. I can't do it with this in my system.”

“Stop yourself—stop yourself from what?” But before anyone can answer, his expression transforms, oh shit, so clear on his face it may as well be written across his forehead.

Steve covers his face, shoulders hunching. “This is not how I wanted you to find out,” he says stiffly.

“Oh my god, this is need to know information,” Tony exclaims. “And all of you knew, didn't you!”

“We were sworn to secrecy,” Bruce says mildly, and Steve winces.

“Oh my god! Okay. Okay, fine, this is fine. That's...hey, look at me.”

Steve can't resist the order in Tony's voice, so he raises his eyes.

Tony points a finger at him. “We are going to talk about this later. Extensively.” His eyes are dark again, intense, and Steve swallows, a hot stone settling in his stomach. He nods. “But right now, we're gonna cuddle over here and you guys are gonna cuddle over there and we're going to watch a movie and wait this out.”

Clint holds out his hands to Bruce. “Snuggle buddies?”

“Hulk likes being the little spoon,” Bruce replies, very seriously. The tension is gone, broken as easy as that.

As they get settled in to watch the movie, Steve glances over and catches Tony's eye again. Tony gives him a tiny smile and Steve's stomach flips. He wriggles deeper under Thor's arm, the warmth and weight of it washing through him in vibrating waves of contentment and he sees Tony frown. Nat pinches Tony's leg.

Steve breaks into a grin, too buoyed by Tony's attention and the substance to even think of smothering it.

He's going to play his cards very right.

#musicalluna writes #marvel trumps hate 2019 #seleneaurora #cuddle pollen #stevextony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fluff

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blanketed-in-stars · 4 years

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long is the road (that leads me home) • a steve/bucky playlist

“Bucky had expected—a bullet between the eyes, or a gun to his head at least. But Steve stands across the room from him and tosses his weapon away, letting it clatter on the concrete floor. His eyes are clear and calm.”

WS!Steve AU for the Marvel Trumps Hate auction, fic coming in November

[LISTEN ON SPOTIFY] [READ ON AO3 - coming soon!]

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#marvel trumps hate #marvel trumps hate 2019 #steve/bucky #stucky #marvel #my playlists #my writing #photo from unsplash

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sunshineprincejeremyknox · 4 years

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For @marveltrumpshate, for @claraxbarton

Audio Length: 35 mns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mention of Past Suicide Attempt, not by either MC

Summary:

Bucky always knew it would come to this. Or maybe he had hoped it would? But the Federation had emerged victorious: Hydra's rebellion was crushed and the vicious warlord Loki had been defeated. Peace, or something like it, had settled over the galaxy once more. All that was left to do, the last bitter step to take in nearly two decades of galaxy wide civil war, was for Bucky to be given his punishment. After all, he had the dubious honor of being the second most famous assassin in the entire galaxy.

The Federation had to make an example of him somehow.

#winterhawk #winterhawk podfic #marvel trumps hate #marvel trumps hate 2019 #my podfics

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menatiera · 4 years

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Arboreal: Anima moodboard

This fic was everything you could ask for in a oneshot. It has soul, it has wit, it has fluff, it has humor. It’s like having a cup of hot cocoa while you’re bundled up in blankets and a kitten is playing in your lap. Highly recommended for everyone who needs a Winteriron meet-cute with an adorable DUM-E in the focus! <3

Arboreal won three moodboards from me in MTH, and she asked me to pick from her fics. This is the first one of the three! @marveltrumpshate

I also got premission to make it a bingo fill, so Tony Stark Bingo fill for square T4 - Mad science. @tonystarkbingo the fill description is under the cut :)

@arboreal-elm-ash-oak I hope you like it! ^^

Title: Arboreal: Anima moodboard Collaborator Name: Menatiera Card Number: 3109 Link: https://menatiera.tumblr.com/post/190554508478/arboreal-anima-moodboard Square Filled: T4 - Mad science Ship/Main Pairing: Winteriron Rating: G (both fic and moodboard) Major Tags: Fluff, Magical realism, Modern!Bucky, Alternate universe, matchmaker!Dum-E Summary: Moodboard for the fic Anima by Arboreal. Fic summary: Bucky had always been able to hear the voices of the things around him.

#marvel #marvel trumps hate #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #mth #mth2019 #marvel trumps hate 2019 #moodboard #my moodboards #mena tries art #mena tries collage #arboreal #animal #magical realism #tony/bucky #dum-e #matchmaker!dum-e #modern!bucky

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adaine · 4 years

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mending

(written as part of @marveltrumpshate 2019 for @wombatking. thank you for bidding!!!)

amerikate

rated t

After Kate gets hurt on a mission, it's America's job to take care of her and, as much as she loves her girlfriend, sometimes she can be slightly (or extremely) needy.

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#marvel trumps hate 2019 #marvel #young avengers #amerikate #my fic #jla.txt

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