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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 3 years

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You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be

Title: You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be - Chapter 1

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

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Alternate Universe - College/University

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28560201/chapters/69990555

Summary: When Bucky asks Sam out, he never thought Sam would agree. Now he can't believe they're in a relationship. Sam could do much better than him!

Can Bucky overcome his insecurities to keep his relationship?

Written for @betheflame for @marvelfans4blm

“Would you, like, wannagooutsometime?” Bucky asks. Sam agrees! He can’t believe it.

He spends way too much time trying to pick out an outfit. Finally settling on his black skinny jeans, a maroon tshirt, and his black leather jacket, Bucky quickly gets ready to pick Sam up.

The campus theater is only a few blocks away from their dorms. Bucky walks over to Sam’s room so that they can walk to the theater together. It’s such a nice night anyways. Sam is ready when Bucky knocks on the door. He gives Bucky a smile and falls in line with him as they walk to the movies.

Wracking his brain for a suitable conversation, Bucky stammers out a comment about the weather. Why is it so hard for me to talk to Sam right now? I’ve never had this problem before. Sam must realize his awkwardness because he takes control of the conversation, telling Bucky about his psychology class.

The theater is having a throwback week. The movies scheduled for tonight are Back to the Future, The Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles. Sam is a huge Back to the Future nerd. Bucky enjoys watching him get excited over the minutest details. He barely watches the movie, as his focus swings back and forth between I love how happy Sam is about this and I can’t believe Sam would date me!

Once the movie is over, they head over to a little café where Bucky buys them both shakes and fries. He can’t help but melt when Sam beams at him. “You know me so well, Bucky!” The other man gushes. “It’s like we’re dating in an Archie comic!”

Conversation flows quickly after that. Bucky and Sam sit in their booth long after the waiter gives them their check. All too soon, they are shooed out of the café because it is closing. They walk slowly home, talking about the NFL trade deadline.

When Bucky walks Sam up to his door, awkwardness ensues. Am I supposed to kiss him? Was this like a date-date, or like…? Bucky thinks, panicking.

“Thanks for tonight.” Sam turns to him, hand in his sweatshirt pockets. “I had a lot of fun.”

Bucky smiles. “Your welcome. I-”

“Ooooh! It’s the doorstep scene. Are you gonna kiiiiiiiss?” Sam’s roommate, Clint, walks up behind them.

“Shut up, Clint,” Sam says good-naturedly. He gives Bucky a quick hug, thanks him again, and disappears inside his dorm.

Clint’s eyes go wide. “Were you – oh my bad – sorry man.” He gestures wildly. “Sorry Bucky.” Bucky just shakes his head wordlessly and walks back to his dorm. His roommate, Steve, is still up, watching Criminal Minds.

“So, how was your date?” Steve asks between mouthfuls of popcorn. Bucky grunts and walks to his room. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Have you ever wondered why someone would date you when they could do so much better than you?” Bucky asks during the Mechanical Engineering workshop the next day.

Tony Stark sets down his tools and lifts his goggles. “Yes, every day. Rhodey is way better than me.”

“What do you do? Like how do you make sure he stays?”

“Well, I like to think that it’s my charm.” Tony grins widely. “But I try to do something super nice for him as much as I can. Like last week, we went skydiving then ate dinner in the private room of the Four Seasons. The steak was…” and he kisses his fingertips. “delicio. And then last month, I took him on a vacation in Tahiti…”

Bucky listens to Tony’s rant, but he soon realizes that Tony forgets that not everyone is a trust-fund son of a billionaire. The one thing that does stick, however, is that he will have to make some grand gestures to make sure Sam doesn’t realize how much better he could do than Bucky.

Steve asks Bucky again how the date went when they go out for lunch. Bucky reveals his fears to Steve, who, ever the loyal best friend, vehemently states that Bucky is just fine the way he is, and if Sam doesn’t like it, he can walk. Bucky wants to mention that he doesn’t want Sam to walk away but he can’t really get a word in as Steve lists all of Bucky’s attributes.

“I don’t know what to do.” Bucky mumbles to himself. Should he call Sam? Or is that seen as too clingy? Unsure of what to do, he hangs around Thor and Heimdall’s dorm all afternoon.

“My friend,” Heimdall finally takes a seat on the couch next to him. “Not that we don’t mind you hanging around, but why are you? Didn’t you go on a date with Sam last night?”

Bucky groans. “Yeah, but I think I screwed it up.”

“Why is that?” Bucky hates the way Heimdall seems to see right through him.

“Well I took him to a movie and then to the Shake Shoppe. They were having a throwback night. I don’t know, I feel like I should have gone more all out. Like he’s so much better than me. Then, you know, I walk him to his door. I’m not sure if we’re going to hug, kiss, or just fist bump, you know?” Heimdall closes his eyes slowly with a give me strength look. “So then, his roommate, Clint walks up and asks us if we’re going to kiss. I panic, and Sam just walks inside. Just walking inside is never good, right? And I don’t want to call him or find him because I don’t want to look clingy. We’ve only gone on one date!”

“Did Sam seem like he didn’t enjoy the date?” Thor questions.

Bucky thinks back. “He never said that. In fact, he told me that it was like a page out of an Archie comic. But why would he just shut the door in my face?”

“I think you should give him a call or find him.” Heimdall gestures to the door. “Then you’ll know. If he thought the date was pure shit, well, then you never have to go out with him again. But if he enjoyed the date, which is the more likely case, you can go out again. Nothing good ever comes from miscommunication.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll take the hint.”

Bucky leaves. He does not, however, call Sam.

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ceealaina · 4 years

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Title: Show Me How You Do It Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Sidekick Ship: WinterFalcon, IronHusbands Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fluff and Smut, Accidental Voyeurism Summary: Bucky's birthday surprise for Sam turns into a bit of a surprise for them both. Word Count: 3432

Bucky whistled under his breath as he wandered into the lab for the for his Stark-mandated post-mission arm check. Tony and Rhodes were over in the corner rattling off some science that Bucky didn’t bother trying to follow, but they both looked up with a wave when he came in.

“Hey Barnes,” Tony called, doing some fancy hand waves to start the machine up for the scan. “How’s my favourite half of the Sidekick team?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at him, but Rhodey kicked his ankle. “Hey! Don’t knock the sidekicks.’

“Aww, Honeybear. I’m not knocking sidekicks, I promise. And anyway, you’re not my sidekick. You’re my life partner.” He leaned in, giving Rhodes a disgustingly saccharine kiss, and Bucky rolled his eyes even harder, although neither of them were even looking in his direction.

“You two are disgusting,” he informed them. They broke apart, Tony sticking his tongue out at him, but Rhodey just arched an eyebrow at him.

“You’re one to talk,” he replied. “Where’s your birdbrained other half, anyway?” He looked Bucky over with a critical eye. “Is that why you’re walking funny this morning?”

“Nope,” Bucky told him cheerfully, not bothering with any further information. “Sam got in last night and was totally dead on his feet. He crashed for twelve hours straight. Although… Either of you seen ‘im?” Bucky was aware that he was grinning a little goofily. “We’ve got somethin’ to celebrate.”

“I have not,” Tony told him, directing his arm to the proper position. “But what you’re saying is we should clear the hell out of the tower when we’re done here?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at Rhodey.

“Will do,” Rhodey added with a mock salute. He knocked his hip against Tony’s, laughing when Tony swatted at him, grumbling about throwing off his readings. “Hey, we can try that new Italian place you were talking about.”

Tony grinned as the scan completed. “Mmm, yes please.” He glanced over at Bucky. “Pretty sure everyone else is gone for the next few hours anyway, so… Have fun there, handsome. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Rhodey snorted. “What does that leave them with?”

“Man, shut up,” Tony whined, the two of them shoving at each other as they headed for the door. Bucky didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he laughed at them before he headed out the door himself, in search of his boyfriend.

He beamed when he finally found Sam, sitting at the kitchen table in the common area, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee and eyes half shut. It was actually getting on for the middle of the afternoon by now, but given the intense, two-week mission he’d just returned from, Bucky supposed he could be forgiven for still being a little tired.

“Hey handsome!” he chirped, not bothering to hide his laugh when Sam jumped and startled at the sound of his voice, clearly halfway to sleeping. “I missed you.” He fluttered his eyelashes, making Sam snort and roll his eyes, even though he was grinning; overlapping missions were always the worst.

Bucky moved behind Sam to wrap his arms around his neck Sam beamed, leaning back into it. He hummed softly, turning his head to place a kiss on Sam’s jaw. He hadn’t shaved yet, and Bucky shivered a little at the drag of his stubble against his jaw.

“Hey baby,” Sam purred, voice low and rough from lack of sleep. “Missed you too.”

Bucky grinned, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee before moving to sit sideways in his lap, turning his head to face him. It was absolutely ridiculous, but Sam just beamed, his arms moving automatically to circle his waist.

“Hey,” he said again, leaning in to give Bucky a proper kiss this time. Bucky hummed against his lips, rubbing his fingers over the back of his neck and feeling Sam melt into it.

“How was the mission?” he asked, voice rough when they pulled back again. “All good? Everyone home safe?”

Sam nodded, leaning back into the hands rubbing over his neck. “Clint dislocated his shoulder, but that’s what he gets for not letting me know till the last second that he’s jumping off a building. Some of the junior SHIELD agents had some minor injuries, but other than that, we’re all good. Got the bad guy and everything.”

“Aww I’m so proud,” Bucky teased. He slid his fingers up over Sam’s scalp, scratching through his short hair, and felt him shudder a little beneath him. “And good. Because we missed your birthday while you were gone, and I realized that I still owe you a present.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam blinked at him, eyes heavy. “Whaddya get me?”

Bucky hummed, pretending to consider it. His hand curled around the back of Sam’s neck and he went easily as Bucky tilted his head back, kissing him soft and slow, licking at his lips until they parted with a soft moan. Bucky grinned and shifted to bite at Sam’s earlobe.

“Uhh, me,” he rasped out, smirk evident in his voice. “Happy Birthday, gorgeous.”

Sam huffed out a soft laugh, fingers tightening on Bucky’s hips and digging into the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “Best birthday present ever,” he crowed, grinning when Bucky went back to kissing him. It was slow and lazy, the best kind of making out, and Sam couldn’t help shifting beneath him, feeling arousal beginning to simmer low in his stomach.

In response, Bucky only deepened their kisses, tongues sliding together in a slow tease that had Sam’s eyes squeezing shut. He kept one hand curled around the back of Sam’s neck, keeping his head tilted where he wanted it, while the other scratched along his collarbone, leaving a tingling trail in the wake of blunt nails.

Sam groaned softly against his mouth, fingers clenching and releasing against his hips like he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing. Bucky grinned and shifted so that he was straddling his hips, facing him properly. He couldn’t help grinding down against him, squirming a little himself at the punched out sound that slipped from deep in Sam’s chest.

“We should...” Sam swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut as Bucky dragged his teeth over the tendon in his neck, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. “We should... move. Somewhere more... fuck Bucky, somewhere more private maybe.”

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, working on sucking a bruise into his neck. “We should definitely do that.” He trailed off, squirming when Sam slipped a hand up under the back of his worn t-shirt, long fingers splaying out over his spine. He pulled back a little, eyes meeting Sam’s, and shivered at the want he saw there. Making no move to get up, Bucky went back to kissing him, a soft moan slipping past his lips when Sam’s hand pulled him tighter against his body.

“Shit,” Sam gasped when Bucky started trailing kisses down his jaw, scraping his teeth over the stubbled skin. “Holy shit, baby.”

Bucky pulled his head back to grin at him. “You miss me as much as I missed you?”

Sam shook his head with a low growl. “You got no idea, sweetheart.” And then, because Bucky clearly wasn’t going to take the initiative, he gripped his hips and with one, effortless movement, was standing up with Bucky in his arms. Bucky’s legs tightened around his hips automatically, even if he (mostly) trusted Sam not to drop him, and they both groaned as the movement caused him to press against his half hard dick. “Oh, fuck me,” Sam mumbled, words slurred around lazy kisses as he stumbled toward the elevator.

Bucky just smirked at him. “That’s the idea, Flyboy,” he teased. He clearly had no intention of making things easy on him, teasing his skin with teeth and tongue, and when Bucky traced his tongue over the shell of his ear before biting down hard on the lobe and sucking, Sam’s footsteps faltered. Hands squeezing hard enough to bruise, he dropped into one of the recliners in the lounge area, both of them groaning when the sudden motion caused them to grind down hard against each other.

“Fuck,” Sam choked out again, feeling like he’d gone from zero to fifty in about five seconds. His eyes squeezed tightly shut and he made a noise dangerously close to a whine when Bucky pinched at his nipple through his shirt. “Fuck, baby, I can’t think when you do that.”

Bucky laughed softly, and Sam shivered at the feeling of the warm air on his neck. “I know,” he huffed into his ear. “That’s kinda the idea.”

“Bucky,” he gasped, rocking his hips up against him, unable to stop himself. His fingers squeezed again, digging into his skin. “Come on, we gotta move. Elevator’s right there.”

“Mmm,” Bucky purred, worrying at his earlobe with his teeth and making Sam’s toes curl against the floor. “Or we could stay right here.”

Sam felt his dick twitch at the thought, eyes squeezing shut again. Bucky felt it too, if his soft laugh and the way he rocked down against him were anything to go by.

“Like that, huh?” he teased. “Like the idea of fuckin’ me right here, in plain view of the elevator, where anyone could walk in and see us? Tony and Rhodes, or Natalia…” He pulled back so he could meet his eyes. “Or Steve?”

Sam actually whimpered at that, the sound as involuntary as the way his hips thrust up against him. Bucky gasped a little at the sensation, breath hot and heavy, blunt nails dragging over the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “That’s what I thought. You got it for him bad, huh?”

Sam whimpered again, the sound flat out embarrassing, and his cheeks flushed a little, even as he kept rocking up against him. “Bucky,” he choked. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned, going back to teasing over his neck and throat, one hand sliding up under his t-shirt to drag over his bare skin. “Come on,” he purred, grinning against his skin. “You’re half hopin’ he does walk in, aren’t you? That he sees how pretty you look, gettin’ fucked. The way your body gets so tense, like it hurts how bad you want it, the way those pretty eyelashes of yours flutter...” He grinned when they did exactly that. “Just like that. You want him to come in and see how good you’d be for him too, if he just asked.”

“Holy shit,” Sam whispered, forcing his eyes open to meet Bucky’s shit-eating grin. “You’re fucking crazy, baby.”

It was said with a tone of awe in his voice, and Bucky just beamed wider.

“You love it.”

“Fuck yes I do.” He pried one hand from his hip, tangling it in his hair to drag him in for another kiss. This one was messier, Sam licking at his lips desperately. His cock was straining against his jeans now, almost hurting he was so turned on, and little noises slipped past his lips every time Bucky rocked down against him. “Fuck, baby, please,” he whined, gripping both his hips again as he ground up against his.

“Please what?” he teased, and Sam made a frustrated noise.

“Please, let’s go upstairs, I need to be inside you like yesterday.”

“I don’t know,” Bucky hummed. He shoved up the hem of Sam’s shirt, getting it stuck somewhere under his armpits, and Sam shivered beneath him as the cooler air of the room hit his overheated flesh. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”

Sam groaned, louder than he really meant in the quiet of the common area, and let his head fall back against the chair. “Trust me baby, I really, really want it.” He slid his hands up over Bucky’s thighs, gripping his ass and squeezing, holding him tight against him as he thrust up once, twice, couldn’t seem to stop himself from doing it again and again. He groaned again, biting at Bucky’s lip until he could taste blood and then soothing the sting with his tongue. “Want you so bad.”

Finally Bucky seemed to be cracking, shivering a little against him. He was breathing hard, soft moans slipping out at the feel of Sam’s hands, and Sam could feel Bucky’s fingers trembling lightly against his neck. Still, he managed another wicked smirk.

“Wanna hear you say it,” he purred.

“Say what?” Sam asked, playing dumb, and Bucky narrowed his eyes, giving him a dirty look.

“You know,” he told him, and then he was dropping his head, flicking at a nipple with his tongue before biting down, and Sam actually shouted as his back arched.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice breaking needily. “Okay, fine, yes. I want... I want...” He moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “I want Steve to see me,” he whispered. The words were soft, almost defeated sounding, but the way his hips jerked against Bucky, cock twitching in his pants, belied how true they really were. “Fuck, baby, please.”

Bucky moaned too at the admission, and then his hands shifted down Sam’s body, fumbling with his belt. “Yeah,” he murmured, pulling it free with a clang of metal and working on his fly. “Come on, want you to fuck me.”

Sam made a noise dangerously close to a sob as Bucky pulled him free, thighs tensing almost painfully as he wrapped his hand around him, giving him a couple lazy strokes. The mission hadn’t exactly been conducive to getting off, and for a brief second that quick touch was nearly enough to make him come. He groaned, willing himself back from the edge as he moved his shaking hands down Bucky’s legs.

“Yeah, yeah, come on baby, come on.” He was barely even aware of what he was saying, but couldn’t seem to stop talking as Bucky shifted up on his knees over him. He shoved his sweatpants down over his thighs, and Sam had a brief moment to worry about their decided lack of lube before Bucky was wrapping his hand back around him, holding Sam steady. Sam cursed as he slipped inside, Bucky already open and loose for him, tight around the head of his cock. Sam’s head dropped down, forehead pressing against his chest as he tried to catch his bearings, breathing hard.

“Oh god,” Bucky whined, taking him in slowly, dragging it out to tease them both. “Feel so good.”

Sam bit into his lip again as he slid down another inch, peppering kisses over his neck and chest. “Fuck, you’re a menace. You… You already… Fuck, when did you get yourself ready for me, baby?” He pulled a hand away from Bucky’s ass, digging into his own thigh instead as he struggled to take the edge off, to keep from coming right there.

Bucky lifted his head to smirk at him, flushed and panting, hair falling in front of his eyes. “Happy birthday,” he snarked, leaning in to tug at Sam’s lower lip.

After what felt like an age, Bucky was finally fully seated, Sam buried inside him. He had his head pressed to his forehead, teeth worrying at his collarbone, trying to distract himself from how tight and hot and he was around him. His entire body was tense and on edge, fighting back the urge to tip Bucky onto the floor and fuck him until he was screaming beneath him.

“Hey.” Bucky’s fingers scratched over the back of his head again and he looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy and blown, but he was smiling at him, soft and sweet. “You okay?”

Sam nodded, smiling a little dozily. “Yeah, no, I’m good,” he assured him before Bucky clenched around him, unable to stop himself. Sam whined, eyes squeezing shut again. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Bucky laughed softly, and then dug his nails into Sam’s shoulder, the sensation sending shivers through him but also helping to ground him. “Not yet,” he said, the slightest edge of pleading slipping into his voice. “Just let me...”

He shifted his weight, adjusting his position, and then he tightened his thighs against him and shifted up his cock, hesitating with just the head holding him open before sliding back down again. Sam groaned loudly, never able to get over how good Bucky felt, and his head tipped back again, exposing his neck and throat as Bucky began to fuck himself on Sam, holding tight to his shoulders for leverage.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped, voice hoarse and throaty. “You look so good like this, sweetheart.”

He was trying to go slow, he really was, but couldn’t seem to stop himself from picking up the rhythm, Sam’s thick length feeling too good to resist.

Sam felt like he was on a hair trigger, and all he seemed to be able to do was grip tighter to Bucky’s flesh, try to hold on just a little longer. He couldn’t manage to open his eyes, the feeling and the sound of Bucky’s desperate panting, harsh against his neck, nearly enough to set him off.

He nearly lost his mind entirely when Bucky started talking again, telling Sam how gorgeous he looked, how much he loved to watch him fall apart, how much Steve would love it, and how he wanted to watch the two of them together.

“Oh fuck,” Sam choked out, and without meaning to his arms were moving, fucking Bucky harder on his cock, setting a fast and almost brutal pace. “Oh fuck, Bucky, baby.”

He was so close he could taste it, cock thickening and throbbing inside him, when some vague part of his brain heard a new noise, and then-

“Oh my god!”

Sam’s head snapped up, eyes immediately locking with Steve’s. For a minute Sam froze, making frantic eye contact with Bucky, but Bucky just squeezed around him, and Sam couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips.

“Oh god,” Steve said again, eyes wide. “I’m so... I’m sorry.” But he wasn’t moving, wasn’t heading back toward the elevators, was just standing there, watching them.

Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away, gaze locked on sharp blue ones. His hands tightened painfully on Bucky’s ass, and Steve’s tongue flicked out, the tip wetting pink lips, and Sam couldn’t hold back anymore. With a bitten off cry, he was coming hard, burying himself completely in Bucky, and barely aware of Bucky falling apart around him in response.

His head had tipped forward against Bucky’s shoulder, unable to keep his eyes open through an orgasm like that, but when he opened them again, Steve was still standing there, cheeks flushed hot and red, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“I, um, I should...” He trailed off, not actually finishing the sentence, and whipped around, getting right back on the waiting elevator. Before the doors shut, he sent one more look over his shoulder that Sam couldn’t even begin to read.

He hadn’t forgotten about Bucky, exactly, but he had been a little preoccupied, enough that he started a little when he shivered against him, a huff of warm air hitting Sam’s shoulder.

“Shit,” Bucky breathed, lifting his face to meet his eyes. “Did that really just happen?”

“Um.” Sam was still feeling a little dazed from his orgasm. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it did.”

“Shit,” Bucky said again, eyes going wide. “I didn’t, I mean… I was just running my mouth, before. I didn’t think -- no one was even in the building, when I found you, and Steve said he was goin’ for a run. I didn’t expect him back for hours. I didn’t like, tell him to come up, or anything, I wouldn’t set that up without checking with you first.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Even though this was uncharted territory, Sam couldn’t help grinning a little because god, he loved this man. “I know, baby.” He gave Bucky a quick kiss, chaste, and then another, longer one. “Besides, I didn’t exactly mind? And… I got the impression that Steve didn’t either.”

Bucky smirked at him. “I can work with that,” he teased, before squirming a little on top of him. Sam was still pressed inside, but slowly softening, and it was getting a little uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Sam said, helping Bucky shift off of him. “Let’s go to your place, get cleaned up. And then I’m thinking you and me gotta date with that comfy bed of yours. I’m gonna need to sleep until at least tomorrow before we start deciding on next steps.”

Bucky grinned back at him. “A man with a plan. I like that.”

@tonystarkbingo

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an-animagoose · 4 years

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honeypie

small leetle ironhusbands fic for @bonernas for chrimbo, even tho im late. hope u enjoy ily

Rhodey first realised he was in love with Tony after they had just binge-watched the last few episodes of the Mandalorian.

Don’t get him wrong, he’d been crushing on him for months, burying his feelings deep down so he could keep his friendship with Tony stable, not willing to lose the connection they had over his stupid emotions. Rhodey was used to keeping his temptations under control when Tony was around, able to stop himself from leaning over and kissing the other boy or holding his hand, even when Tony himself was being all touchy and close. It was just how Tony was, and how he was right now, lying half on top of Rhodey while they watched the last few minutes of the final episode, face smushed against his chest. It was only after the show had ended that Tony sat up slightly, turning to Rhodey for a second before speaking.

“Honeybear! Did you see that? Holy fuck I can’t believe it’s over, it’s not fair, where am I supposed to get the Baby Yoda content from now, huh? What am I supposed to do-oooh.” He cut himself off when his phone chimed, and he reached across Rhodey to get it, consequently moving further onto him. Rhodey just sighed, used to how easily distracted Tony was by now, and wrapped an arm around him, closing his eyes in hope of sleep after the past few days of stressful meetings. His peace was short-lived, as Tony interrupted him by poking his cheek until he opened his eyes, before shoving his phone in his face, giggling.

“Look at this meme Peter sent me, little shit needs to send me more baby yoda things though, before I fire him.”

“Seems like you found your new source then, huh Tones?”

“Yeah, yeah, depends if Harley can keep off him long enough to let him send them, kids like a leech.”

Rhodey snorted as he watched several new messages come in from Peter.

[mr stark]

[mr stark did yoSDKJCHFSDJGHJFAKH]

[AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

[sorry harley tackled me]

[so]

[nvm i. hav 2 g0]

“Seems like he can’t.” he laughed, before Tony looked back at the phone and scrunched up his nose, making a gagging noise.

“They’re sickening. Absolutely disgusting. Revolting. Dirty bastard children.”

“You love them though.” he teased, before tightening his arm around Tony and shifting ever so slightly. He heard Tony scoff, but heard no more protest from the smaller man and just felt him snuggle closer. Rhodey closed his eyes again, and wished he could stay like this forever, Tony in his arms as they laughed and watched movies and shitty tv shows, it sounded like a paradise. Truth be told, he just wanted to spend forever with Tony, how could he not, with the way Tony just was.

Perfect.

No, he thought, he was far from perfect. Honestly, he was a complete disaster, but Rhodey loved him for it, and knew he wouldn’t change a single thing about Tony, because he loved him. Rhodey's eyes shot open, and he looked down at Tony, who was texting Thor about baby yoda, and knew that he did. He also knew, that now that he knew, he wanted Tony to know, but the problem with that was then that Tony would know what he knew and would wonder if Rhodey really did know what Tony knew Rhodey knew. But also, Rhodey didn’t really want to wait for the consequences anymore, his mom had always told him to never beat around the bush anyway, so he took a deep breath.

“I love you, Tones,” he said, clear in the otherwise silence of the room. He felt Tony stiffen against him, so he continued. “Just letting you know.” He held his breath for a moment, as Tony moved to be able to look into Rhodey’s eyes.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Really really? Like- like love love or-”

“Yeah, yeah like that.”

Tony was grinning now, his eyes lighting up as he sat up further.

“Really? Oh my god. I-I love you too, honeybear.”

“Really?” he breathed, shocked that his sudden declaration hadn’t gone sideways.

“Yes, really. Really really. Yeah.”

“Maybe we should stop saying really.”

“Maybe we should stop speaking.”

Rhodey laughed again, and the smile didn’t wipe off his face until Tony leant down to connect their lips.

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science-lings · 5 years

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pepperony or ironhusbands?

This one is hard because I like them both but don’t outwardly ship them like crazy so I guess... ironhusbands I really like their chemistry and the ship includes pining in college and being dumb roommates in love so... gotta go with that.

#ironhusbands #pepperony #i write pepperony the most though #as like a background relationship as i dont write much in the way of ships #ask gay #ship ask game #ask game

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kiliosthestarmaker · 5 years

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Things weren't supposed to go this way.

James Rhodes watches his best friend stand at the altar smiling. He then glances at his best friend’s future husband, Steve Rogers. He was also smiling. It was full of love that James had to remove his eyes from the sight.

He was a coward.

James did his part as a groomsmaid for his best friend. He smiled and congratulated them. He listened to their vows and idly thought back to a long time ago.

A much more simple time.

He chuckles as Pepper catches the bouquet of flowers when Tony throws them before looking at her partner, Natasha, with a smile. He watches as Harley, his sister, Peter, and Riri go to congratulate the newly wedded couple. He waves at Happy who stood next to May.

He wonders when he thought that it would him who married Tony.

He never speaks upon it. He preferred his best friend to be happy. He gives his speech and threatens Steve about hurting Tony. He laughs, he smiles, he drinks, he talks.

And when he gets home he cries. A black box that collected dust for years on his dresser. A Note that is now crumpled up on the floor.

He leaves the next day. “Duty calls.” Was his excuse. When he arrived back home, to his mother and niece, he tells them about the marriage hoping for a cheer.

All he gets is sad looks, they knew the truth.

When he lays in bed that night, he gets a text. It was short and 4 words but it tore him apart.

A Text From His Best Friend

I Loved You Too.

#james rhodes #tony stark #kilios writes #angst #i guess #stony #stevetony #blackpepper #happymay #in the background #if you want to know nick fury gave tony stark away #could have been ironhusbands #i should write more

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ofbardsandmonsters · 3 years

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I’m supposed to be working on my STB bingo card and Ironhusbands bingo card and my Stony Loves Steve piece

Instead, I accidently an entire oneshot because it wanted out of my brain

So I give you a Stuckony mafia-esque au. You can also read it here on ao3

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Bucky was steadily losing hope that he and Steve would make it out of this alive. The men that had taken them were obviously experienced, and had planned for the capture of two ‘wolves. The ropes binding them felt like they were laced with wolfsbane and dipped in silver. The mixture made them weaker and confined them to their human forms, unable to fight back. He could see Steve drooping beside him, the blonde’s breathing growing more ragged by the minute.

He dropped his voice to a whisper low enough that only his packmate would be able to hear. “Come on, Steve. You gotta hold on. The pack will be here soon. We’re gonna get out of this.”

“B…Buck…”

Just as he was opening his mouth to respond, Bucky heard a commotion at the other end of the warehouse where they were being kept. Thick, unnaturally black smoke was pouring in from under the door and the hunters were pointing their guns at it, clearly shaken.

Within seconds the smoke filled the entire front half of the large room. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting. A few more moments passed, and then the cloud of smoke seemed to part. A short, dark-haired man in an elegant suit stepped through, flanked by four hulking bodyguards. Bucky’s eyes widened in shock. He knew this man. Everyone in the city knew this man.

The man stopped in the middle of the room, one eyebrow raised at the guns pointed in his face. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, but colder than the arctic.

“Gentlemen. I believe you have two puppies that belong to me. It would be in your best interest to return them to me. Immediately.”

Bucky felt Steve perk up beside him, groaning a little as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Took… took you long enough. I was… just taking a nap.”

“Terribly sorry, sweetheart. These men are good, I’ll give them that. They hid you well. But they’re not better than me.”

Bucky’s eyes went back and forth between Steve and their unlikely savior. What in the hell was going on here?

“Steve, buddy, pal… why is the head of the most powerful coven on the east coast calling you ‘sweetheart’?”

Even in his weakened state, Steve managed a tiny blush as he cleared his throat. “You remember how you’ve been hasslin’ me about all the time I’m spendin’ distracted by my phone?”

He didn’t think it was possible, but somehow Bucky’s eyes got even wider. He glanced at the newcomer again, then went back to staring at Steve. “This is who you’ve been sneakin’ off to see?” He barked out a laugh, tilting his head back to stare at the beams that made up the ceiling of the warehouse. “Oh ho, Sam’s gonna love this.”

Across the room, the leader of the hunters that had snatched them was instructing his men to lower their guns as he cautiously approached the intimidating witch. “M-Mr. Stark, I had no idea these ‘wolves were under your protection. Please believe that I would never have—”

“Spare me. You may have been smart enough to hide from me until now, but you were also stupid enough to go hunting in my territory. Every man, woman, and child—human or otherwise—in the entire city and beyond are under my protection. I don’t take kindly to those that break my rules.” He turned to the four men that had accompanied him through the smoke. “Happy, show these men the error of their ways.”

The largest of the four men stepped forward and curled his big hand into a fist. The sound of men screaming was merely background noise, because all of Bucky’s focus was on Stark as he came toward them. A snap of his fingers and their bindings were gone. He went to Steve first, pressing two gentle fingers to the blonde’s forehead. Bucky blinked, and suddenly his best friend was good as new. As he stared, Steve slumped forward to wrap his arms around Stark’s waist and buried his face in the other man’s stomach.

Stark threaded the fingers of one hand through Steve’s hair in return, wrapping the other arm around his shoulders. He suddenly looked much softer, more like the terrified partner he clearly was and less like the cold and ruthless coven leader. “By the gods, Steve, I was so fucking worried when you stopped answering my messages. Pepper tried to tell me everything was fine, but I knew. I just knew something was wrong.”

Bucky’s enhanced senses, no longer dampened by the silver and wolfsbane, picked up the minute trembling in Stark’s hand where it rested on Steve’s head. The other brunette turned his head, eyes like the finest expensive whiskey capturing Bucky’s own. “You must be James. Steve talks about you constantly. I’ve honestly been a little jealous until now.”

“It’s Bucky, actually.”

Stark’s nose wrinkled like he smelled something rotten, and he used the hand in Steve’s hair to pull the blonde back enough for their eyes to meet. “I refuse to call him that. There’s nothing dignified about the name ‘Bucky.’”

Bucky made a sound of outrage and scrambled to his feet, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m so sorry that my name doesn’t meet your standards, your highness.”

“Buck—”

The lazy smirk on Stark’s face just made him more furious, and Bucky took a step forward. “And where do you get off thinkin’ you can call me anything—”

Steve struggled to his feet, sliding smoothly into Bucky’s path, both hands held up in front of him in a placating gesture. “Come on, Buck. Just take a breath, okay?”

Stark patted Steve on the arm and stepped around him, lifting his chin to meet Bucky’s eyes with that same lazy smirk. Despite the anger swirling in his gut, Bucky’s stupid wolf brain whispered that the witch had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

“My apologies, James, I meant no offense. In case you hadn’t heard, I am quite old and as such, am used to more… refinement. Ask Steve how long it took him to convince me to stop calling him Steven.”

Bucky looked at his best friend over Stark’s shoulder, and Steve only shrugged with a fond smile on his face. Then something Stark had said bounced back and Bucky turned back to the older man. “What did you mean, ‘jealous until now?’”

Stark’s smirk shifted into something more sly, almost seductive, and it transformed his face. Bucky’s wolf brain sat up at attention, and if he had been in full wolf form, he was sure his tail would be wagging.

“As I said, Steve talks about you often. And I was jealous, see, that I would have to share his affections. I don’t usually like to share. But I cherish Steve, a great deal more than I’ve ever cared for someone before. And I would do anything to make him happy. Even sharing. That is, until I saw you for myself. And now I understand perfectly.”

Bucky’s wolf brain was practically salivating as it followed where Stark was heading faster than his human brain did. It’s reaction was so strong, that even in full human form, Bucky could practically taste the scent of mate on his tongue.

“What, exactly, do you understand?”

Stark took a step forward, and then another and another until he was practically chest to chest with Bucky.

“I understand that sharing Steve’s affections will be the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Because, if you’re amenable, I’d be more than willing to share mine as well.”

Bucky’s wolf brain howled in response, and it took a large chunk of his self control not to let the sound come barreling out of his own mouth. He glanced at Steve, who had a desperately hopeful look on his face, then back at those intoxicating brown eyes.

“I’m… yeah. Definitely amenable. To all of that.”

That seductive smirk blossomed into a bright and happy grin, making Stark look soft and boyish as it lit up his entire face. It was a heady thing, to bring about that kind of joy in someone so powerful. Bucky made a silent promise to do whatever it took to bring that smile out all the time.

Stark held out his hand, and Bucky accepted it without hesitation. The witch towed him backward until the three of them were sharing the same space. He shivered at the way their scents mingled together.

“I’m still calling you James.”

Steve snorted. “Tony.”

“Keep saying it like that, doll, and you can call me whatever you like.” Bucky let a little growl slip into his voice, and celebrated a silent victory at the way it made Stark—Tony—shiver.

“I’m sorry, Steve, but you’re no longer my favorite.”

Steve spluttered, and Bucky tugged a laughing Tony against his chest. “Sorry, Stevie. Not my fault our little mate likes a bit of a growl and you’ve never given it to him.”

“Little—!”

Bucky ducked his head to claim a kiss from their new mate, cutting off his protests. The sounds Tony made in response set his blood on fire. They needed to get out of this hellhole. Now.

“Can you do that little smoke trick again, take us home?”

Tony grinned and lifted his hands.

“With pleasure.”

#stony #stuckony #winteriron #stony fic #winteriron fic #stuckony fic

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thompsborn · 3 years

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do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

oh my god okay i’ve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so i’ve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.

also these are all hc’s based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this

ironhusbands:

when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN A—OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIRE—

he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters

you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. you’ll get it.

and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony he’s gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how he’s such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that you’ll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!

when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too

like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.

rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be

and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but he’s fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs “this is so stupid” and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.

so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that he’s gonna miss rhodey.

for the first time ever there’s someone other than his mom and jarvis that he’s actually going to miss.

rhodey grins at him and says that they’ll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm that’s small and has a friend.

but rhodey doesn’t know this. like he knows that tony isn’t the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesn’t know that he’s literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so he’s kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and they’ve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tony’s just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.

they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and they’re BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so he’s like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!

so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tony’s entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so he’d make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay

and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tony’s address to come pick him up instead and they’d still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too

and thats when tony is like. well.

about that.

he might be calling from a payphone.

on a random street corner.

and its kind of raining. and he’s cold. and he’s a bit dulled out from everything so he doesn’t really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.

rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like i’ll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.

a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worried™

but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and he’s like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT

and rhodey’s like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it

tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so he’s still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now

so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT

rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?

and tonys like wtf are gatherings

and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because he’s not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok

tony is completely out of his element and like he’s not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food he’s used to at galas and shit and nothing is what he’s used to and he just sticks to rhodey’s side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if he’s friends w rhodey then he’s a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough

but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER

so eventually rhodey can tell he’s getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.

SO MUCH anger

because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and

and he’s gonna fix it

and this is the first step

so he takes tony back out and they’re still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice

tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says

rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off

anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so i’ll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:

rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think it’d be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but he’s not like OH GOD HURT yk?

but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and they’re probably like almost 30 at this point because they’re dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and then—

door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK

of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so they’re just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like he’s about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it

until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and it’s maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time

(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isn’t going alone and wow what a power couple)

sambucky:

firstly i’m going to go post tfatws, but i’ll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws

also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected

update from after writing this: i lied

let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve

thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that they’re jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steve’s best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away

children. they are children.

which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why he’s acting how he is but he’s petty enough to do it anyway

and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think they’d ever really find him again and it’d just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD

and then from bucky’s pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steve’s best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.

its so funny to me okay its SO funny

its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but they’re adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.

post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then it’s infinity war and then it’s endgame and after endgame there’s the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess

i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.

okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!

SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didn’t before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isn’t here anymore and he wouldn’t understand who they are now vs who they were before and it’s different.

bucky finds comfort in sam’s home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.

also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell he’s like “oh my god why is this thing endearing”

bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when they’re still in sams home town and they’re staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop

sam havin a nightmare too

because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.

and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact

but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.

sometimes bucky has those like “oh shit” moments where he’s like “maybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve it” and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck

steve and sam probably got it

the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.

what’s different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.

sam didn’t have that. riley didnt make it.

therefore, bucky has his “oh shit”

and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but it’s this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.

there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.

its gone, and he gets it.

sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steve’s other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it

it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead

but now it’s just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, “im sorry.”

its the way sam says, “me too.”

and bucky says, “you dont have to be.”

its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but

but its this and its them and that can wait

it can wait

they can take their time if they want to

maybe they’ve earned that much, at least

(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...

when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.

that's what makes it worth the wait.)

#ironhusbands #sambucky #headcanons #asks

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joyful-soul-collector · 3 years

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🎉Week 3: December 23-31🎉

Ten o’Clock Wake Up Call by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 10 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: It's Christmas morning in the Stark-Rhodes' household.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: I loved the big snuggle pile at the end, and how excited Peter was for his dads to open their presents! It showed how even as a little kid, Peter's always cared more about others than he has himself

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Eleven Laps Around The Rink by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 11 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: The Stark-Rhodes family goes ice skating with the Avengers

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Ice Skating

Review: I loved how this showed Peter learning to skate, going from holding his parents hands, to skating from Tony to Rhodey, and finally to skating all on his own! Very cute

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Twelve New Months To Look Forward To by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 12 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: The Stark-Rhodes' family celebrates the new year.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, New Years Eve

Review: A perfect ending to the sweetest holiday series! It was soft and loving and I'm so happy to have read about this happy little family :D

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The Way I Love You ch. 3 by @littlemissagrafina

Summary: Peter Parker had a vibrant, happy presence. Anytime that he was around became brighter, happier. It was just the way it was. He was always moving, talking, just living, so when the lightness that his loved ones were so accustomed to seeing started fading, it scared them. A still silence built itself around Peter, snuffing out his usual exuberant voice. Dark and stifling. Those around him could only hope it wouldn't consume him. That it wouldn't take his smile.

Five times that someone see's Peter struggling and one time he calls for help.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Uncle Ben & Peter Parker, Aunt May & Peter Parker, Spideychelle, Depressed Peter Parker, Hurt/Comfort

Review: This story really shows how sometimes the best way to help someone who's depressed or just having a bad day is to do something small to make things a little easier for them. You often can't get rid of all their worries through a deep heart-to-heart and you certainly can protect them from everything yourself, but doing something small can make a bigger difference than you think

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Peter hides an injury prompt by @jen27ny

Summary: Peter, who already downplays every injury, takes the hint too close and hides a serious injury, and the Avengers learn the hard way why Tony really fusses every time he got hurt

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Avengers Family, Hiding an Injury, Crackfic

Review: Peter hiding his injuries is one of my favorite tropes, and this story did it really well! I love how protective everyone was of Peter by the end, and how they realized Tony wasn't exaggerating when he said they had to make absolutely sure Peter was fine haha

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Peter has ADHD prompt by @jen27ny

Summary: Peter’s ADHD starts to affect his grades

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter Parker Has ADHD

Review: This story was so sweet! I myself have ADHD so I love stories about Peter with ADHD and this one was great! I relate to Peter in that I sucked at Spanish, I've always dreaded going to that class haha. Very nice story!

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The Perfect Name by @honestmischief

Summary: Rhodey and Tony are drunk and in love

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Drunk

Review: This ficlet was adorable! I loved how affectionate Tony and Rhodey were with each other, and how Rhodey said Tony was "too cute to be sad", it was so cute

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Christmas Pranks by @skeeter-110

Summary: Tony wraps up random things for little Peter to open while Steve records it all

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Stony, Papa Steve, Christmas, Pranks, Kid Peter

Review: THIS WAS SO ADORABLE! I can't get enough of Cute Kid Peter, and this had to have been Cute Kid Peter overload honestly, I think I got cavities from the amount of fluff in this little drabble. Very worth it, excuse me, I have a trip to the dentist I need to make

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Peter Calls Tony Dad (B99 Style) by @jen27ny

Summary: Pretty much exactly what the title says

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Avengers Family, Peter Calls Tony Dad

Review: This story was HILARIOUS, I loved that moment in B99, and this fic emulated the silliness and teasing perfectly, and the bit about them going to fix the video game was great! I loved this!

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santa, come again by @jean-and-diet-coke

Summary: Christmas morning with the Starks!

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Rhodey & Tony, Rhodey & Peter, Bio Dad Tony, Christmas

Review: This story was super adorable! I loved seeing how affectionate the three of them were with each other, and the softness of the story was perfect for the christmas season! I loved seeing both Tony and Rhodey be so gentle with Peter, and Peter being a sweet babbly child in return!

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“Aces come out of the deck” by Miss__Red

Summary: “I’m ace,“ he blurred out, avoiding to look at Wade and staring down on his plate instead. “I’m sorry, if that’s a deal breaker for you and you wanna leave that’s okay, I understand,” Peter said quietly.

Or the one where Peter tells Wade he’s asexual and Wade is not reacting like Peter thought he would

Relationships/Tropes: Spideypool, Asexual Peter Parker, Pansexual Wade Wilson, Coming Out, Soft Wade Wilson

Review: This story was so so nice to read, actually made me cry a little. I love stories where characters are accepting of someone's asexuality and this is definitely added to one of my favorites. Super cute and super sweet

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“My Own ‘Spidey Sense’ Was Tingling” by @baloobird (Pt. 2 of The New Normal)

Summary: It has been a year since Peter Parker was diagnosed with Pediatric Multiple Sclerosis and he—like everyone with this disease—has to get an MRI scan done every year so the doctors can monitor his condition.

The scan itself is tedious but he’s used to it, it’s not his first one by any means. Peter knows what to expect, how loud it’ll be, how long it takes.

But this is the first scan where he’ll be completely by himself.

(Might be best to read the first story before this one)

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Uncle Happy, Sickfic, Chronic Illness, Neurological Disorders

Review: Another great story about MS by @baloobird! This story was really well written, and I liked how Peter's anxiety over the MRI scan was shown and described, and I loved seeing Peter's thoughts about everything that happened! Very sweet story :D

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50 Christmas Ornaments My True Love Gave To Me by @joyful-soul-collector (Pt. 10 of Irondad Oneshots)

Summary: It was Christmastime in the Stark-Rhodes-Potts’ household, with Tony, Rhodey, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan all sitting at the table. Jingle Bells was playing quietly in the background, and each one of them was working on decorating a clear plastic christmas bauble, a growing pile of colorful ornaments in the center of the table.

The Iron Family gets carried away making Christmas ornaments, and Peter talks to his dad about asexuality

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Mom Pepper, Peter & Morgan, Pepperhony (Pepper/Rhodey/Tony), Christmas, Asexual Peter Parker, Asexual Tony Stark, Bisexual Pepper Potts, Pansexual James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Polyamorous Relationship

Review: Yes, this is my own fic and I’m recommending it because I like it, and I worked hard on it haha. Anyway I like the amount of representation I put in this one, I remember starting this and being like “should I have Tony with Pepper or Rhodey?” and then decided fuck it, why not both? Both is good :D

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tonystarkbingo · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Background Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanoff - Relationship, background steve rogers/bucky barnes - Relationship Characters: Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Barton Family - Character, Original Animal Character(s) Additional Tags: AU--Bonded Animals, Avengers Family, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Mutual Pining, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Ironhusbands Series: Part 1 of Tony Stark Bingo Round 5 Summary:

In a world where most people have an animal they bond with for life, Tony Stark is just as okay with not having one as he is with hiding the crush he's had on his best friend since age fifteen. Which is to say, he's not okay at all, on either count.

This story fills the 'Bonded Animal' slot on my Tony Stark Bingo Round V card, number 5018.

Teen rating for a little Stark-typical cussing. Story inspired by this picture, LOL: https://imgur.com/a/IFmol4B

#tonystarkbingomarkv #tsbmv #bingo fill #deehellcat #ironhusbands

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omg-just-peachy · 4 years

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ooh can you do #99 with ironhusbands 🙇🏼‍♀️ I adore the way you write them ☺️ (or honestly any ship you want because you're amazing at all of them)

Ahhh thank you! I am pretty new at writing them so that means a lot!

99 / “I fell in love with you, not them.”

Tony doesn’t know what he was thinking, really, inviting James to dinner with his parents. Half of him just wanted to have someone else bear witness to the insanity of it all, and the other half hoped that maybe, with an audience, Howard would be less... Howard.

How many times had Tony come back to their apartment exhausted from these dinners? His parents didn’t visit very much, but they certainly left a lasting impact when they did come to see him, to say the least. James had been amazing, though. He’d been as polite as he could be, Mama Rhodes’ stern voice no doubt echoing through him, but Tony could see the moment James had thought: to hell with it. Which is when he started telling Howard about every single one of Tony’s accomplishments that semester.

It was really something to see, his boyfriend growing more indignant with every cutting comment from Howard’s mouth. Tony had never had someone stand up for him like that, so adamant and sure, like James was tonight.

It made up for the rest of it.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says when they get home. He tosses himself onto his bed face first, not bothering with his shoes or coat. It’s like this when he gets home from those dinners, like he can feel himself deflating.

“For what?” James asks, laying himself down beside Tony. “What’s the saying, you can’t choose your family, or something like that? You sure as hell didn’t choose that, Tony.”

“For, I don’t know, exposing you to them? Making you suffer with me? Your family is so...” Tony trails off. How does he explain what James is to him, how much the love and endless warmth of Roberta and the rest of James’ family means to him? He can’t, at least not easily.

“They’re a lot, too, in their own way, but you have them, now, too,” Rhodey says, his voice low, determined. He runs a soothing hand up the length of Tony’s back, stopping to rub his neck gently until Tony looks up at him.

“Yeah,” Tony says dully, “But that just means you get them in exchange.” James had definitely drawn the short end of the stick on this one. Though neither of them had said the words marriage, or in-laws yet, it was just kind of there...implied in everything they said and did, an undercurrent of certainty.

James is it for Tony; he’s more sure of that than maybe anything else.

“Tony,” James says now, pulling him up. “Look at me. I fell in love with you, not them. Everything else is just... background noise.”

Background noise. It’s true, that’s how it felt when they were together, like James is a vast chorus while everything else faded to static.

“Okay,” Tony says, nodding once before sitting up and wrapping his arms around him. “I love you, you know.”

“Yeah,” James says, smiling now, “I know that.” They sit there a while longer, wrapped up together in the comfortable quiet.

#ironhusbands #rhodeytony #tonyrhodey #college au #my fic #ifmywishescametrue #angst and fluff prompts

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every-marveler-ever · 2 years

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Knife, Fork, Then Spoon

🗯️ IRONHUSBANDS BINGO FILL; I4) Out Of Spoons

PAIRING: Tony Stark x James Rhodes

RATING: General

(Ao3 Link)

Tony feels bad that's all. Rhodey feels like setting him a challenge (with the sense of sympathy of course)

“Are you eating ice cream with a fork?”

“There were no spoons” is Tony’s automatic response but Rhodey knows that is not true.

So Rhodey squints at his husband quite confused at the manner that Tony is eating ice cream, Tony Stark is eating ice cream, on a cream-white couch, staring at a blank TV screen, a TV Rhodey knows he fixed just this morning. Rhodey blinks “did you not think to wash a spoon then?” he asks.

Tony, like only Tony Stark, can, ignores the question as if it’s not worth his time rolling his eyes instead. He quickly retreats this movement when he realises it’s his husband he is in fact rolling his eyes at. Rhodey does not take lightly this movement and so the colonel crosses his arms. Tony looks down at his fork and then back at his, loving, adoring, husband who has a concerned look on his face, “it felt like punishment enough, no TV, only using a fork!” Rhodey is bedazzled.

“Is this a challenge? Has Peter challenged you or something? Can you not say anything, nod your head if you need help?”

Rhodey lists with a small smile on his face because only his husband, only his.

“I missed Peter’s decathlon meet up, he was so excited for me to be there. I stood him up.”

That certainly changes Rhodey’s thoughts about this situation. He sits instead. Sits next to Tony on the couch an arm around his best friend's shoulder holding on to him so Tony doesn't feel the need to swoop down any lower.

“Let's message Peter because I am sure that this will certainly make him feel better,” “me eating ice cream with a fork?” “No. The fact that you think this is punishment,” and so Rhodey pulls out his phone and takes a photo of the frowning Tony that’s looking at him, the same one that’s dressed in a Spider-Man memorabilia MIT sweater.

Maybe that should have been Rhodey's first clue for what’s going on.

He loves his husband, absolutely loves him and the amount of love he has for their pseudo son.

So as a great pseudo dad, Rhodey can’t help but take a small slither of sympathy. “I’m sure Peter will understand, I’m sure you had a good reason, Peter understands things like that and I know you will make it up to him.”

Tony smiled because nobody can really make him happier than his husband and he’s okay with saying that because it’s true. He does think of the future then “a Star Wars trip?” he suggests, because Tony Stark can’t do anything by halves.

Rhodey taps him on the shoulder in support “I’m sure Peter will just appreciate some Star Wars ice cream instead-” but he pauses, he can have some fun with this though -”but I do have another idea of how you can make it up to him.”

Huh, the dumb things his husband will do for Peter.

Something to certainly consider in the future of their marriage.

Bonus scene:

Peter Parker sits on the other side of a phone screen laughing at his favourite couple in the world, two people that are basically his dads. “He actually did that? Ate a whole bowl of ice cream with a knife! A knife!”

Tony just huffs in the background arms crossed as Rhodey tells Peter all about the challenge he had created for his own husband, “the whole thing just because he felt bad for you.”

Peter continues to laugh the words barely slipping out, “that- haha- meet up- ha- isn’t till next- whoo ha- week.”

“What!”

Bonus scene two:

Pepper Potts blinks multiple times, her eyelashes truly getting a workout as she looks at the photo sent to her by Peter.

She no longers feels bad about accidentally messing with Tony’s calendar.

Certainly on accident.

Definitely.

Every-Marveler-Ever

BINGO CARD(S):

#bingo fill #ironhusbandsbingo #ironhusbandsbingo2022 #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #rhodey #james rhodes #tony stark x rhodey #rhodey x tony #every-marveler-ever #every marveler ever

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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Oh to be a Pirate King - AUgust Day 10

Title: Oh to be a Pirate King

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Mature

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: Rhodey/Bucky/Tony, background Carol/Maria

Link: Read on AO3

Summary: Pirate Captain James Rhodes was looking for a one-night stand. He ends up with two crewmates who make him RICH.

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Captain James Rhodes is looking for a partner… or at least a good night’s lay. After ten months at sea, he really needs to get his whistle wet. He walks into the pub and looks around for a suitable person. The busty woman at the bar? No, she’s got tons of men hanging all over her. The man in the corner, taking requests? No, he seems to do this nightly. The woman at the… no, James sees the best candidate. There’s a man who is sitting at the table by the window. Not well-dressed enough to be anyone important, he seems to be the correct amount of everything James would want. He sidles up to the man and asks, “Do you have anywhere to be tonight?”

The man looks him up and down. James could get lost in those honey brown eyes. “Hmm… not bad. However, I have a husband, and he’s buying me a drink as we speak.” He nods to a Navy captain standing at the bar.

James’ eyes widen. He’s a pirate, and Navy captains hate him from the get-go. Imagine if this Navy captain knew James was trying to proposition his husband! “Well, thank you very much. I must go.”

“Wait.” The man grabs his wrist. “My husband and I were talking of spicing it up a bit, if you know what I’m talking about. Why don’t you wait until he comes back?”

“How do I know you’re not telling me to wait here so he’ll try to kill me?” James challenges.

“Oh, my James is pretty level-headed. People hit on me all the time, and he’s never tried to kill them.”

“Even pirates?”

“Even pirates.” Tony’s eyes search his. “I guess that means you’re a pirate.”

“I was curious.” James tries to play it off.

The Navy captain approaches the table with two ales in hand. “Well dearest, who’s this?”

The man stands up to kiss the captain. “Hello my James. This man may be our bed partner tonight.”

“interesting.” The other James narrows his eyes at Rhodes. “And you are?” “James Rhodes. Nice to meet you.” Rhodes holds out his hand to shake.

The man at the table laughs. “Ok, two Jamses? This will not do. You will be James.” He places a hand on his husband’s shoulder. “And you will be Rhodey.” He lays his other hand on Rhodes’.

“Tony, are we sure about this guy? We don’t even know him.” James warns.

Tony shrugs. “He was very respectful of me when I told him I was married. Come on James. Just give him a chance.”

“Fine. Meet us here at 7 tonight.” James looks Rhodey in the eye. “Be prepared for whatever.”

The now-dubbed Rhodey nods. He leaves to make a few purchases. Got to be back at the tavern by 7. By the time he makes it back – a few minutes til 7, both James and Tony are there. He nods to them, and they make their way to the back steps.

In the room, James says, “Ok, these are the rules. Be safe, make sure everyone is comfortable. If anyone says stop, we all stop, ok?” Both Tony and Rhodey nod. “Ok, get started.” Tony pulls Rhodey in for a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt while he’s at it. Rhodey in turn does the same. Once they both pulls their shirts over their heads, they reach for the other’s britches. They both quickly step out of their pants and undergarments. Taking a quick look at James, Rhodey notices he is palming himself through his pants.

Tony pushes Rhodey on the bed and slithers up to suck him off. Quickly James joins the mix, and they take their time working each other up. Once they all come, they all fall back on the bed, worn out. The next morning, Rhodey thanks them for the experience and tells them he has to leave with his ship.

James mentions that no royal ships are scheduled to go out today. He looks at Rhodey to figure out his ship, and Rhodey quickly gets out of there before the Navy captain figures out that he’s a pirate.

Carol Danvers, his first mate, comments on his late arrival. “Did you have fun last night?”

“Not all of us can have our fun on board,” He grumbles. Carol and her partner Maria are on the same watch so that they can sleep together during their rest times.

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.” She grins.

Rhodey spends most of his voyage wondering about James and Tony. He had had such a great time that night. Would they want him back again? Did he cure that want once-and-for-all? He guesses he will see when they return to that port.

After a few raids and a couple bad storms, the War Machine docks again for new supplies and new sailors. Rhodey once again returns to the tavern, hoping to see Tony or James. To his disappointment, he does not see them.

He returns to his ship the next day, dejected. He’s about to walk on back to his cabin when he hears a man’s voice. “Excuse me, but do you know a James Rhodes?” That’s Tony!

“Who’s asking?” Carol demands.

“This is James Barnes, and I’m his husband Tony. Many months ago, we spent a euphoric night with Mr. Rhodes, and he mentioned to me he was a pirate. Well, Jamie and I have had a falling out with the Queen, and we’d like to join your crew.”

“Let me talk to the captain.” Rhodey can hear the suspicion in her voice.

Spotting Rhodey, she walks up to him and asks, “Did you hear that exchange?”

“Yes,” he says. “Bring them on board. I will speak with them.”

Carol leads them to him. “How can I help you?” He is aware of the pinned-up sleeve at Bucky’s left shoulder where an arm had been the last time that he’d seen them.

“Oh, Rhodey!” Tony smiles. “We’ve missed you.” Rhodey looks at Barnes who nods but does not smile. “You see, Bucky lost his arm in battle with a French ship. Now that he can’t ‘sail’ anymore, as deemed by the British Navy, he was forced to resign and is now jobless. You see, I can work for the both of us, but we both hate the British now, so we thought it would be best to join you on your pirate ship if you would have us?” Tony adds a questioning tone to his last sentence.

Rhodey considers. “Do you know how to work a ship?”

“Of course. I am the son of a sea merchant. I have accompanied him on many a voyage. Bucky here does as well, but he may not be able to help in much of the physical jobs.”

“I would love for you to come aboard, and as Captain, I ultimately have the last word, but let me check with my officers.” Rhodey advises. He calls his advisors to his cabin, and they talk it out.

Sam Wilson, the second mate, sighs with relief. “Use the old Naval captain as your second mate. I’m going to sit this one out. Go back to my husband on land.” Carol also gives her assent.

Rhodey is happy to welcome the two on board. Tony is promoted to ship carpenter as they had yet to find a new one ever since Mr. Rocket was killed in battle. They set sail the next day.

The crew of the War Machine knows there are only a few set rules. No fighting between crewmates, consent is necessary, and always obey the captain. As second mate, James has his own cabin. Tony and he sleep there when they are not on their shifts. Rhodey wants to join them, he really does, but they have never asked him again.

He spends a month staying in his cabin unless needed. Even when James comes to help him plot a chart, Rhodey stays aloof and reserved. James doesn’t comment on it at all. Rhodey almost spits out his coffee when he overhears Tony ask Carol. “Is it illegal to sex up the captain?”

“Not that I know of,” Carol replies. “He’s a little oblivious, though. You might have to spell it out for him.”

Rhodey doesn’t here from Tony until two days later. He walks back into his cabin, exhausted from a hard day when he notices there is something on his bed. It’s Tony, dressed only in one of Rhodey’s white shirts and a red pair of lacy undergarments. Rhodey stutters, unsure of what to do. “Do you want me to go?” Tony asks.

“Never!” Rhodey blurts. Embarrassed, he pulls himself together. “Do- uh- Does James know you’re here?”

“I’m right here.” James steps out from the shadows. He also is wearing close to nothing.

Tony kneels on the bed. “We want you to be with us always. How does that sound?”

“You-you mean, like, always? Like, you sleep here with me each night? That kind of always?” Rhodey wants to make sure he’s getting everything right.

James nods. “That kind of always. We are asking you to court us, Rhodey.”

Flabbergasted, the only thing Rhodey can do is nod. He never would have imagined that they’d want him forever. He is sure to shout his approval, though, when James and Tony slowly and sensually give him the best night of his life.

The next day, Rhodey is riding a high like he never has before. He’s sitting in his cabin when Carol knocks on the door. “We are coming up on a merchant ship. Do we engage?”

He’s about to answer when Tony barges in. “Oh, apologies,” he says when he notices Carol. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly and motions at him. “Ok. So, we’re coming up on my father’s prize ship. Can we blast it to Davy Jones’ locker?” He asks excitedly.

“Daddy issues?” Carol comments. Tony nods and she smirks. “I get you.” They shake hands on the understanding.

“If you want it to go down, it will go down. Do you know anything about the ship’s defense systems?”

Tony smiles dazzlingly. “Unfortunately for you, I created them. But fortunately for you, I built a machine to go against their defenses. Follow me, let me show you.” He leads them down to his work area on deck where there is a machine shaped like a large fan. “So, they basically have a force field they put up around their ship. Nothing can penetrate it. I can make us one, if you’d like. The only different thing I’ll need is a sapphire and a ruby both bigger than my hand.”

“So how does this penetrate the force field?” Carol queries.

“It doesn’t. The only thing that can is vibranium spears from Wakanda, and they don’t just give them out.” Tony pats his machine. “This thing will suck all the ions holding the force field together into one area. This will pull the force field to that one area. We can attack the rest. Aim this at the mast, and we can bring the boat down for sure. Usually they don’t have many fighters because no one has yet to cut through the force field, but as this is the SHEILD, he might have some people there, just in case. This boat is his pride and joy. I’d like to see it sink. The best thing about it sinking is he’ll know I had a hand in it.”

James had walked up while Tony was demonstrating and is now watching silently. “What if the Navy catches up with us?”

“Well, it would be better if I found that sapphire and ruby sooner than later.” Tony snarks back.

“Just steal it from your dad’s ship.” James says it like it’s a no-brainer, causing Tony to smile widely.

He kisses James and says, “You are amazing. See, that’s why I love you.” Then, making sure Rhodey doesn’t feel left out, he walks over and kisses him, too. “You both are my favorites.”

The crew gets ready for attack. Once close to the SHIELD, Tony starts up the machine and aims at the mast. Rhodey calls to fire the cannon, and the deck of the SHIELD splits on impact. The crew is up in a frenzy – no one has ever breached their defenses! The battle is quick. Rhodey’s crew quickly ransacks the ship, even pulling the force field parts to the War Machine. Howard’s ship is left burning.

#winterironhusbands #winteriron #ironhusbands #pirate au #poly ship #background carol/maria #i write!

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ceealaina · 4 years

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Title: My Two Dads - Chapter 1 Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card: 017 - Cheeseburger Link: AO3 Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafes, Fluff, Background Relationships Summary: Tony doesn't know how many times he can explain to the idiots in his life that no, he Rhodey are not actually a couple. But then there's a snowstorm, and only one bed, and suddenly Tony's wondering if maybe HE was the idiot in his life all along. Word Count: 1162

“Okay, Morguna.” Tony steered his daughter to face the counter from where she’d been distracted reading all the posters on the community board. “‘S our turn, kiddo.”

Morgan turned toward the cash with a broad grin, skipping forward and standing on tiptoes to peer over the top. “Hey Bucky Bear!” she chirped.

Bucky grinned, leaning forward on his elbows so that he was mostly on her level. “Hey there, Morgi Corgi,” he replied, tweaking the tip of her nose and making her giggle. “What can I get you today?”

“Coffee. Black,” she informed him, all seriousness.

“Yeah, no,” Tony put in, like Bucky might actually fulfill her request. “No coffee until you’re 23, miss.”

“Uh, rude!” Morgan gasped. “You drink coffee all the time, Daddy.”

“Yup, and look where that’s gotten me. I peaked at 5’7.”

“Any second choices?” This was from Bucky, who had his chin in his hands and looked absolutely enthralled by everything that Morgan was saying; she’d had him wrapped around her finger from the first time Tony had brought her into the shop, cell phone in one hand, briefcase in the other, and Morgan cradled against his chest in her baby sling.

“Hmmm.” Morgan wrinkled her nose, perusing the menu. “A cheeseburger!”

Behind her, Tony rolled his eyes, fighting back the fond smile that threatened to cross his lips. “Now you’re just being silly. Come on, Morgan. Give Bucky your order.”

Morgan hemmed and hawed a few more moments before finally settling on an açaí juice. (She was a weird kid. Tony had never been more proud.)

“You got it, pumpkin,” Bucky assured her, already sliding over Tony’s completed coffee without him having to place the order. “Hey, Stevie,” he called, toward the back room. “You got any cheeseburgers for the rabid mongoose?”

“I’m not a mongoose!” Morgan protested, still giggling as Steve came through the swinging door with a tray balanced in his arms.

“I do not,” he admitted regretfully. “I do, however, have a fresh batch of ginger cookies. And I think…” He squinted a little, carefully examining the tray. “Yep, I think one of them has your name on it. Literally.”

He tilted the tray toward her, and Morgan’s eyes went wide as she spied her name, spelled out in bright orange frosting. She mouthed the letters to herself before turning to Tony with big, hopeful eyes.

“Please, Daddy? Can I have the cookie? Pretty please.”

“You're gonna spoil your dinner,” Tony protested, more because he thought he should than because he had any actual intention of not giving in. “Fine,” he added with a heavy sigh. “Just the one, though. I mean it, Morgan!”

Morgan just nodded, only half listening and she stood on her tippiest of tip toes, taking her drink and her cookie and carrying them with painstaking care over to her favourite table. “Thank you, Daddy,” she told him. “You’re the bestest!”

“Oh, hey,” Bucky teased, giving Tony a wink. “You hear that, Stevie? We’re in the company of the bestest.”

Tony rolled his eyes at them and didn’t even attempt to hide the way he preened at his daughter’s compliment. “I am the bestest,” he informed them loftily. “And you two need to stop spoiling her, seriously. This is not conducive to good parenting.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky just waved him off while Steve gave him a smart-ass grin.

“That’s your job, Tony. We don’t have to worry about parenting.”

“Eat me, Rogers. Besides, I’ve seen the way Sam looks at you when you’re hanging out with Morgan. I give it six months tops before he starts bugging you to wrangle up a couple kiddos of your own.”

Bucky waggled his eyebrows at him. “He’s got you there, Stevie.”

Steve didn’t bother to deny it. “Oh, hey, speaking of eating you,” he said, earning him a perplexed eyebrow raise from Tony.

“And bets,” Bucky interjected. They both turned to him with creepily angelic looks on their faces, and Tony felt a headache coming on.

“When’s your boyfriend coming by?”

“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered, pinching his nose. “For the billionth time, Rhodey is not my boyfriend. Didn’t one of you enter an active war zone to save the other one? You’d think if anyone was able to understand the power of platonic male friendship, it’d be the two of you.”

Steve shrugged. “And yet.”

“To be fair,” Bucky added. “Morgan does refer to you as her two dads.”

“Sounds like romance to me,” Steve added.

“She’s four,” Tony protested. “She got a little confused by the concept of a godfather. Cut her some slack.”

The two baristas both scrunched their noses up. “Did she though?”

“And there goes your tip for the night,” Tony told them. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my coffee and go sit with my daughter, who I like much more than either of you.”

“Ooh. Burn,” Bucky said dryly.

Tony was saved having to respond by Morgan’s sudden squeal of, “Uncle Rhodeyyyyyy!” and he glanced over his shoulder in time to see a whirl of purple as she launched herself at the man in question. Rhodey was beaming as he caught her easily, hugging her tight and then spinning around in circles so that her little legs flew out behind her and the shriek of her laughter filled the small cafe.

Tony couldn’t help smiling at the sight of them. Pepper had never wanted kids, and when she’d ended up pregnant there had been a lot of discussions of what they were going to do. While she was very much a regular presence in her life, she wasn’t a parent, and Tony had never regretted that decision. It didn’t mean he hadn’t been batshit terrified the moment the tiny, wrinkly little baby had been placed in his arms. But Rhodey had been there right from the beginning, stepping up before Tony even had a moment to shoot him frantic puppy dog eyes. He’d fallen in love with Morgan just as quickly as Tony had, and he’d been with them every step of the way. Tony knew that Steve and Bucky just liked to fuck with them, but really, he could understand why Morgan had gotten the role of godfather and actual father confused.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he grabbed the second coffee that Bucky was sliding over and made his way over to them. Rhodey had slung Morgan over his back and she was draped over his shoulder telling him some long story about her adventures in the ocean with an octopus.

“Thank god you’re here,” Tony breathed, taking a sip of his coffee and letting the sweet, sweet caffeine wash over him. “The children are acting up tonight.”

“Children, huh?” Rhodey arched an eyebrow at the counter and Tony glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky and Steve standing side-by-side at the counter, waving and smiling sweetly. Tony rolled his eyes and Rhodey shook his head. “Must be a full moon.”

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ambivalentmarvel · 4 years

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he he for celebratory Reasons (and also because i love The Boys) i decided @sreppub deserved some fluffy, mit-era ironhusbands, so here we are!! enjoy and interact with ali’s content for good health

not quite (puppy love)

The night Tony figures out he’s in love with Rhodey, he’s sixteen, Rhodey’s nineteen, and they’re at the movie theater.

They don’t have any special reason for going, but Tony doesn’t need one with Rhodey. It’s a Friday night, and for the moment, they’re both tired of picking a frat house to party at—their haunt of choice still hasn’t replaced the appliance they stole the last time the two of them got bored there, anyway—so they decide to go to a late-night showing, one of the not-as-recent movies the theater puts on just because, Tony guesses.

A New Hope isn’t that great, even if Tony is a little into the dude who plays Luke and can enjoy looking at him for a few hours, but Rhodey likes the story and the effects.

Tony’s thought about telling him that some of the backgrounds they use are realistic paintings—the director told him as much at some stupid event his dad made him go to—but he likes to let him speculate, sometimes, because Rhodey’s tangents about the things he’s interested in are rare but passionate when they get going.

Tony could listen to Rhodey talk, could watch his eyes glitter and hands gesture in circles like he always does when he gets carried away, for hours, and really, that should’ve clued him in long beforehand.

But it didn’t.

(As Rhodey would say, Tony’s both the smartest person he knows and dumb as a box of rocks. For his part, Tony appreciates the honesty.)

So they have a few beers each at their apartment—just enough to get tipsy, to make the room a little warm, to make their conversations about nothing and everything stretch long, like taffy, into the frosty night—and Tony says they should do something.

Rhodey shakes his head. “Kappa Sigma hasn’t gotten a new—”

“Toaster, I know, but it’s the weekend, and finals week is coming up, and then you’ll be stressed, and I’ll be stressed because you’re stressed, and neither of us will really feel like going out.” Tony takes a swig of his beer. He swindled the twelve-pack out of a douche from his microeconomics class trying to suck up to him, and it’s a Coors—not Tony’s favorite, but it gets the job done. “I don’t want to sit around all night and waste our time before then.”

Rhodey raises a brow consideringly. “Fair.” His eyes slide to Tony, on the other side of the couch from him so that Rhodey can use his lap as a footrest. “What were you thinking?”

And while Tony has ideas, like breaking into the zoo (hence the nickname platypus) or seeing how many packets of candy they can shoplift from the corner store with the sleazy owner (hence the nickname sour patch) again, Rhodey shoots those down, unfortunately.

“I can’t study as well when I’m worried about a court date,” he declines with a sigh of disappointment because, whether Rhodey will readily admit it or not, the shit Tony thinks of, while illegal, is fun.

In the end, Tony can’t come up with anything else, so Rhodey chooses. Ergo, the movies.

They’re both still a little buzzed, and the extra-buttery popcorn—Tony’s request, though Rhodey says the sogginess is gross—they share leaves kernels between their teeth that they pick out shamelessly, alone in the theater and not in the habit of being embarrassed besides.

It’s not the first movie they’ve gone to together, certainly isn’t the last, and it’s not even the best time they’ve had at the theater. However, as they sit, Tony drifting off here and there as he puts the armrest between them up to rest his head on Rhodey’s shoulder, it strikes Tony that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The realization alone is enough to make Tony melt into his sweater, more content than he ever imagined possible growing up in a house where he stayed perched on his tiptoes in case he needed to take flight.

Tony stares at Rhodey adoringly in its wake, admiring the bridge of his nose, the slope of his brows, the depth of the eyes beneath them, and then there’s a dumb-one liner in the movie that makes Rhodey laugh. Tony, taking in everything about Rhodey while he remains oblivious, watches his grease-shiny lips split in a grin, and the dim light of the movie makes the expression sparkle with something Tony can’t find a word for but feels down to his toes.

It’s the fizz of champagne, the crackling of a fireplace, and the texture of a favorite blanket all at once, as homey as it is electrifying, and an oozing warmth spreads across the plains of Tony’s cheeks as his lips part in surprise at the intensity of the experience.

Rhodey never looks away from the screen, but though Tony is young, knows that, even if the emotion flooding him means as much as he suspects it does, he has a ways to go before he can do anything about it, he understands he’s never ever felt that way about a friend before.

(About anyone before.)

Rhodey shakes his head in amusement and takes a sip of his coke. “I love this movie,” he mutters, and though he’s said as much a thousand times before, Tony doesn’t mind hearing it again.

“Mhmm,” Tony breathes, unable to summon a more coherent response as he cuddles back into Rhodey’s side—an action that seems much more intimate than it did a second ago—and sends a flushed, grateful prayer up to any entity listening that he got assigned his best friend for a roommate. And if he’s pink in the face until he dozes off twenty minutes later, unable to stop wondering what Rhodey’s lips might feel like against his own, no one except himself knows. Not until much, much later, anyway, when Tony isn’t so little and Rhodey has only gotten more gorgeous with time and both of them beat around the bush for far too long when it comes to a silent, infallible affection they’ve nursed for each other over the better part of a decade.

But until then, Tony is sixteen, Rhodey is nineteen, and when Rhodey laughs, Tony thinks the whole world could hinge on the sound and still stay balanced from the way it fills him up to the brim.

(It always will, even if he has to wait.)

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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ironhusbands prompt: rhodey and tony are at a carnival, rhodey is determined to win tony one of the giant stuffed animals they have as prizes

Here’s the thing about Rhodey: he’s not usually competitive. Usually. He knows he’s good, and he knows that he doesn’t exactly have to win everything to be considered a great guy or a “challenge” to the opposing team. His chess strategies can account for that exactly. (He loses every single round but a different time. Chess Club respects him.)

But this is different. Totally different.

He’s dating Tony Stark. Which is quite a big deal, even if he’s been acting like it isn’t for the last week in public.

Not in public? Whole other story. He called his little sister and asked if yellow was an obnoxious color.

He could practically feel Jeanette’s eyes judging from across the phone line.

“You’re serious? You’re asking about yellow?”

“Well you know, sometimes it’s too bright and shit, so--”

“If this is about your stupid fucking yellow polo shirt, I thought I told you to burn that. Tony will hate you forever if you wear it.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks Jeanie. Love you.”

“I mildly tolerate you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I know.”

(In reality, Tony would not have hated Rhodey in yellow. He just would come to sigh every single time Rhodey put on a polo shirt. Jeannette, in her own opinion, saved their relationship from the get-go.)

A carnival is a big deal for Tony. Tony is what Rhodey likes to affectionately call, “a freak.”

He’d never had a hot dog until he came to the college dining center. He is very excited to try “normal” things.

And Rhodey noticed that his eyes lit up when they watched an old movie and in the background there was a couple and the boyfriend won the biggest teddy bear there for his sweetheart.

Rhodey wants to do that for him.

The only problem?

Rhodey isn’t exactly sure if he can win a game. Sure he’s practiced his aim and yeah, he’s been pretty solid at ring tosses at his school carnivals, but this is the big-time. It also costs money, and Rhodey has about twenty dollars in his wallet and he is absolutely not taking more than that for a stuffed animal.

But Tony? Tony’s excited. It’s all he’s talking about for the last week, which is very cute.

“Rhodey’s taking me to the carnival,” he says, grinning. “Isn’t that cool?”

“For the eighth time, yes it is very cool,” Bruce deadpans. “Now please don’t talk to me about it I’m having flashbacks to my sophomore year of high school and the production of Grease. I think I deserve some kind of refund for that trauma.”

“You guys performed that? How was it?”

“I literally just told you.”

“I bet it was fun,” Tony says, humming the rest of “Beauty School Dropout” as he finishes up the calculations to the assignment. “Can I tell you something, Bruce?”

“Yes. Please tell me it’s about Mothman.”

“No. It’s about Rhodey.”

“Is he hiding a dark secret? Is he actually a government plant so that you don’t get too crazy and out of control?”

“What? No. They wouldn’t send someone as amazing as him. I just really want a carnival prize.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Bruce knows this is a problem. Carnival games are rigged. Luckily, he knows someone who is currently working there because he either a.) is paying off a debt he owes someone, or b.) potentially undercover for a secret agency.

He just calls him Clint. He’s not as badass as Bruce just made him sound.

“Hey, I need a favor from you. I need you to work whichever stand Tony and Rhodey come up to.”

“And why should I do this for you?”

“I will buy you that really shitty pizza you like.”

“Oh, you mean the most decadent pizza you’ll ever have?”

“I mean it’d be decadent if you were in the Great Depression, but sure. Yeah.”

“Okay. I still would’ve done it even if it wasn’t a favor.”

“You absolute--”

“By Bruce say hi to Thor for me!”

Rhodey doesn’t know about Clint. But the plan is in motion.

They end up at a stall that involves a sharpshooting game. Clint’s not sure how to rig it against the other rigging, but he figures he’ll wing it. Tony is very excited about potentially winning a five foot tall stuffed animal of a dog. It looks quite cute.

Rhodey is very nervous, but Tony smiles at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just a game.”

“Right,” Rhodey says, trying not to think about how he had a nightmare that Tony ditched him for the stupid frat guy who sits ahead of them in chemistry. “Just a game.”

Tony comes back with a giant stuffed dog that barely fits in their tiny dorm, but he peppers Rhodey with kisses.

“Best date ever, honey. Thank you. I know you’ve been to a million, but it’s...it’s really nice that you did this for me. And you got Clint to rig it!”

“...who’s Clint?”

“We’ll ask Bruce later,” Tony says, pulling Rhodey close. “Don’t worry about it. For now, I would like to thank my strong boyfriend for winning me the best thing ever. I’ve named him Marmalade Blackberry the Fourth.”

“Wait...Clint rigged it? How? Why?” Rhodey looks very confused, and Tony honestly doesn’t want to talk about it now. He had to carry the dog home on the bus back to campus and had to be cute all day. Quite exhausting.

“Go to bed, darling. We’ll talk about it in the morning,” he says, kissing Rhodey on the cheek. “Let’s get ready for bed. Remember to use your new facial cleanser!”

Rhodey kisses him on the cheek back, grinning.

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” Tony says with finality, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. (Rhodey loves that.)

Tony tries to bring Marmalade the Dog into their beds. Rhodey has to politely but firmly say no.

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